As you finally start to wake up, you feel your head pounding and you groan. Propping yourself up into a sitting position you finally open your eyes. You frown when you see that you are being held in a cage, suspended above a well worn path. Sounds of the Lost Boys are close by, and the sky is a dreary grey. As you sit quietly, you hear sobbing nearby.

"Hello?" The crying stops. "Is somebody there?" A soft voice pipes up from a cage close to you. "I'm Wendy Darling. Who are you?" You sit up straighter and shuffle closer to where Wendy's cage is hanging. "I'm y/n. How did you end up here?" A sigh comes from Wendy's direction. "The shadow took me one night- Peter had some fun, then put me in here. "

As your head clears you begin to slide your fingers through the top of the cage. Moving into a crouch you begin to push your feet repeatedly on the floor of the cage. "Hey! What are you doing?" Wendy's question makes you annoyed. "Getting out of here. Haven't you tried?" You continue to stomp on the cage floor. "I can't. Only people that can do magic could get out of here. Anyone who once possessed magic has had it taken by Peter Pan's shadow."

You grin. "Thanks for that Wendy." Closing your eyes you focus and feel heat searing through your fingers, channelling all your anxiety and annoyance at Pan into the spell. The cage burns up around you and you drop to the forest floor. "What are you doing?! FELIX! BOYS! SHES ESCAPED!" You look in disbelief at Wendy's cage. "I was going to get you out! Good luck getting out now." You take off into the jungle once more, hoping to out run the Lost Boys.

After a good 10 minutes running you stop and lean against a tree, keeping an ear out for your chasers. "Well well well." Cursing Wendy once more you spin around to come face to face with none other than Peter Pan.

"Whats up with caging random chicks?" Smirking at your question you have enough time to see a painful looking bruise where you managed to punch him. "Have you remembered yet?" You frown. "What?" You watch his smirk widen.

"There's no where for you to go Princess. You are coming back to camp- the easy way- or the hard way." You step close to him, your slightly shorter frame not doing much for your intimidation tactic. "If I do decide to go back to camp- you better not put me in a cage again, or I swear I'll do more than punch your face, lost boys around or not." He just just continues to grin down at you before chuckling. "Was that a threat princess?" He suddenly grabs your wrist and flashes you back to camp.

Yanking you wrist out of his hand you growl at him. "Don't call me princess." Before he can reply a familiar voice calls out. "Y/n! You're awake!" Then Henry's arms are around your waist, giving you a hug. "Hi Hen. I still can't believe you wanted to trust bush-guy over here." You turn around to Henry and jerk a thumb in Peter's direction. You hear a few chuckles from the Lost boys.

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