After a long hike back to camp, Y/N and the Lost Boys were all tired and hungry. They had spent the day playing Hide and Find Me, to give Y/N the chance to practice with her new cloak. She learned Devin really wasn't very good at hiding, but he was enthusiastic to be sure.
    The group ate ravenously that night, laughing and talking through full mouths. They sang rowdy songs and played at throwing sticks into the ground or small stones for distance as the sun went down. They built a fire and sat around it, and the camp felt like a home. There was a familiarity in the jokes repeated and the stories everyone seemed to know before they were told.
    The mood in the camp quieted down to watching the flames dance and repeat themselves. Y/N felt restlessly safe and warm in that place, surrounded by the Lost Boys and wrapped in her cloak marking her as one of them. "Now what?" She whispered to Devin.
    "That depends on what Peter says," he whispered back. Then, hopefully, he asked Peter, "Would you play your pipe for us?"
    Everyone looked at the green clad boy, quiet on his stone, watching the fire. They were silent studying his face. He smiled and the silence was broken by a cheer.
    Peter began to play and the boys danced, whooping and flipping around the fire to the sound of the pipe. Their stomping feet were like the beat of a drum, insisting its rhythm into her heartbeat. Y/N cheered and danced along.
    She made her way around the fire twice, just one body in the throng before she caught sight of Devin. He was watching the group from a safe distance. He danced with a look of boyish delight on his face. She smiled and offered a hand to him, "Would you like to dance Devin?"
He looked surprised before his ears turned red. He looked down and traced circles in the dirt with his foot.
    She rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm and laughing, "C'mon"
    She pulled him back into the circle of lost boys. She held his hands and spun him around. He tried to copy the action but his arms weren't long enough to go over her head. Another boy took her hand before she fell backwards. She looked up to see Owen, one of the boys she'd met during her rest day.
    "Allow me," he said, smiling down at Devin.
    Devin went back to spinning and bouncing to the beat of his own drum and Y/N danced with Owen for a moment.
    He smiled as another boy tapped her shoulder and bowed low. "Your majesty," he said to his toes. When he came up grinning, Y/N saw it was Rufio.
    She continued like this for a while switching between boys and surprising herself by remembering their names. She laughed and tumbled, twirled and skipped. They made a tunnel out of their arms, taking turns running through and adding themselves to the end.
    It was not the same as the dance on the boat. On the boat Y/N was a young lady dancing with grown men. Here she was just a lost girl, enjoying the music and having fun with her new friends.
    She learned all kinds of new things, even finding herself bold enough to attempt a flip, like the ones Felix and Ian did. She leapt from one of the logs they used as seating around the fire, tucked and flipped forward. Her feet hit the ground with a thud before the sand shifted and they slipped out from under her. She landed on her back laughing and gasping.
    Ian offered her a hand and pulled her back to her feet. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Peter, still seated and playing his pipe. He was watching her curiously, his eyes catching the firelight.
    She dusted herself off and walked to him, offering a hand the same way she had with Devin. "Come dance with me."
    "Can't," he shrugged," Who would play the music?"
    She put her hands on her hips, head tilted to one side. "You can fly Peter Pan. I'm sure you can find a way to play the music and dance for a bit."
    He shook his head, "I told you, I can't. I don't know how to dance."
    "And I can fix that. If I can fight you can dance." She offered her hand to him again. He eyed it like a nervous animal, "C'mon Pan, let's play."
    Dramatically, he sighed and took the hand. She laughed triumphantly and pulled him into the throng.
    The music started again, slower now, it seemed to come from everywhere at once and Pan fought against a smile. Y/N was too focused to notice. She guided one of his hands to her lower back and held the other, just the way her dad had taught her. She felt her throat tighten at the memory with a feeling that meant she could cry if she wanted to. She shook her head and laughed to trick away the sensation of sadness.

    "It's easy. Just step to the beat. Follow me. Step, two, three. Step, two, three."
    He held her tightly, hardly moving and staring intently at his feet. She gently squeezed his shoulder, "Relax, Lost Boy."
    He looked up and smiled in earnest.
    The two danced around the fire. It wasn't smooth or graceful. They stepped on each other's toes more than once, but Y/N felt lighter than air.
    A few boys copied Peter, being as subtle as they could without partners. He was their idol. Anything he was doing, they would too.
    The music began to speed up as Peter became more adventurous. With a mischievous glint in his eye he led her more confidently, spinning her and moving faster. His brow creased with concentration as he spun her around, catching her in a dip. The song came to an end as he helped her back to her feet.
    He bowed low, looking rather proud of himself. She curtsied, smiling just as widely.
    Their energy that night died out with the fire. They were all dead tired after such a long day. Everyone went about setting up bed rolls and hammocks with big smiles and heavy breaths.
    Y/N noted, everyone except Peter.
    Y/N curled into her blanket and sighed, looking up at the stars. Neverland truly was beautiful. She glanced over to see Peter still sitting by the fire and fiddling with his pipe. "Aren't you tired Peter?"
    "No." He caught her questioning look. "I don't need sleep."
    She shot him an even more questioning look.
    He sat his pipes down and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "The magic of this island is more than enough to keep me healthy and awake. It's where I get all the power I need."
    "And that's how you fly?"
    "Yes."
    "Could you teach me? Please?" She sighed wistfully, "It looks wonderful."
    "Maybe I will." He chuckled, she was half asleep already but she seemed so eager to learn. "Later. Get some sleep. I'll keep watch."
    She fell asleep to slow, quiet pipe music and dreamt of flying.

Y/N woke up slowly to see soft light filtering through the trees above her. She could hear waves crashing, birds chirping, and boys sighing in their sleep, but no music. She looked over to Peter's seat by the fire, hoping to see him awake and thinking, but all she saw were his pipes resting on the stone.
She sat up quickly, suddenly very awake. She stumbled off her bed roll, a sinking feeling gathering in her gut. "Peter?" She shook Felix awake. "Felix, wake up. Peter is gone."
"What do you mean gone?" He grumbled with sleepy incredulity.
"I mean he's not here anymore!" She looked around her to the boys now stirring. "Does anyone know where he is?"
"No, he should be here. He's always here when we wake up."
"Then he could be in danger. We have to find him."
Felix stood and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Right, I need people with me to check the trail and the cave. Ian, take a few boys and check the watch posts, make sure he isn't just up a tree somewhere. Owen, check the cliffs and have someone with you watching the sky. If he's on his way back he'll be flying." The boys nodded and split off in groups.

"I'll check the beach, I know that path now." Y/N put in. Felix nodded and took off running. Y/N turned on her heels and ran the path Devin had shown her a few days before.
She skidded to a stop when she reached sand. The Jolly Roger was much closer to the island than it had been before. She could hear voices over her own labored breathing. They were on the beach, just around the cliff face. She could hear them yelling.
Something was wrong. That must be where Peter was. She tripped backwards, turned, and ran back the way she'd come.
"I found him!" She gasped careening into camp.
Moments later, ten Lost Boys had gathered and were at her heels. They moved as quickly as they could to the beach. Halfway down the path a switch seemed to flip. The Lost Boys weren't just running anymore. They were shadows. Even standing in the middle of them, Y/N couldn't trust her eyes. They seemed to fade in and out of visibility as their cloaks began to effectively hide them. They were completely silent and nearly undetectable as they neared the beach, fanning out to surround the pirate crew.
Y/N split from the group and clambered up a tree. She wasn't as good at sneaking as the other Lost Boys yet but she had plenty of practice in Neverland's trees. She perched gently; not a single leaf shook. Below her Peter was seated, tied to a chair. Hook and James stood in front of him with the rest of the crew behind them.
Y/N's mind was thick with confusion. Why was Peter here? Had he left on his own? Could the crew have taken him? Why would they do that? The whole scene in front of her was wrong. She cared about every person below her but Hook sounded murderous as he shouted, "Where is she?"
Peter spoke. She leaned forward trying to hear him better. His tone didn't make it any easier. His voice was clear and calm and much quieter than Hook's. "I think there's been a misunderstanding." His words were cold. "Or maybe you're all just idiots. Either way Y/N seems fond of you so it would be a shame to have to kill you. Let me go and it needn't come to that."
James slapped Pan across the face.
Y/N jumped at the resounding smack. Her hands flew out to steady herself on the branch.
Below her Peter spat blood. He rolled his head around to glare daggers at James. His breathing sounded labored.
Hook grabbed him by the collar, forcing Pan's attention back on him. He pulled the lost boy's face to within an inch of his own. "Not until you tell us where she is and what you did to her."
"What I did to her?"
"We know you have her captive!" James put in, "It's the only explanation." He fingered his sword hilt looking anxious. "She should be back by now."
Hook shot James a look, silencing him. "You're going to tell us where she is so we can take her off this cursed island, or we're keeping you here until we can exchange prisoners."
"Exchange prisoners?" Peter laughed humorlessly, "You're obviously confused. Y/N is fine. I'm not telling you anything and none of you are leaving my island unless I give you my permission. Now you really ought to Let. Me. Go."
Hook was fuming. Y/N's grip tightened as she leaned even farther forward trying to see their faces.
"And here's how things work on my ship." Hook grabbed Peter's face roughly, pulling his chin up and forcing him to look the captain in the eye. Peter's glare intensified but he didn't struggle. "I make the demands and you follow them. Now you're going to tell us exactly what you've done to Y/N and where we can find her. Then, maybe, we'll let you live." His voice was nearly a whisper now. "You're feeling strong right now boy? Give me a reason and I'll throw you to the mermaids. You may look like a boy but you're a bloody demon. You won't be missed."
Hook clearly didn't understand the extent of Pan's power. He was going to get himself killed if he wasn't careful. Still, Y/N shuddered to think of Peter in the hands of one of those creatures. She'd had more than her fill of mermaids.
She was scared for Peter but he didn't look scared at all. He just seemed appalled at the idea of hurting Y/N. Even from above she could see he'd had enough. He was angry now. His hands, still bound behind his back, balled into fists. His eyes flashed green. He drew breath to speak but was cut off by a shout from the trees.
"Hook!"
The Lost Boys around her made silencing motions, shaking their heads and flashing her withering looks. They had been taught to avoid conflict if possible. If one of them got into trouble, they were supposed to get themselves out and get to the group for backup. They had no plans of helping Peter until he made it to them. It was a matter of boyish pride.
"Pride," she scoffed, and ignored them all.
Hook's head snapped up at the sound of his name. He saw Y/N leap from her tree, land in the sand, and roll to avoid injury. "What is going on?" She demanded once she had her footing.
"Y/N you're ok!" James rushed to her. He held her at an arm's length, checking for injury.
She jerked herself away from him. "I'm fine." Her tone was sharp. "What are you doing?"
"We were trying to get you back." James looked confused.
"Get me back? I'm fine. Peter is my friend. Let him go." Her voice was hard now with anger and fear.
James took a step back. A few crew members untied Peter, looking unsure who they should listen to. Once he was free Hook forced him up and shoved him forward.
Peter stumbled but Y/N caught him. With or without magic, they had clearly been rough on him. He was exhausted. He leaned his weight on her, breathing hard.
She slipped arm under his shoulders to keep him up. "It's okay. Relax, Lost Boy." She brushed some of his sweat soaked hair from his face. "I've got you."
He smiled weakly through a split lip. They turned and slowly started limping back into the trees.
"Wait Y/N!" She turned back to see James. He shrank back a bit at the anger in her eyes. She felt them soften as she saw his concern was genuine. He'd clearly been trying to help. He had been scared. "Aren't you coming back with us?" He asked sheepishly.
She took a deep breath, checking herself before she answered, "My friend needs my help. I'm not coming back until I know he's alright."
James looked hurt but Peter really was hurt. They left.

The walk back to camp was long. Peter was heavier than Y/N and too tired to help much. He stumbled once and boys reached out to steady him but Y/N waved them off. This was her mess and she wasn't about to let go of her friend.
"You know," she grunted, "this would be a lot easier if I could fly."
    He chuckled, quiet and low. "Yeah, maybe that's not such a bad idea after all."
By the time they were safely back at camp, Peter had given up on speaking. He focused his energy on putting one foot in front of the other.
"You made it Peter," Y/N whispered, "we're home." He was swaying and trembling. "Here you need to lay down." Her mat was closest and she eased him down.
"Is Peter okay?" Devin asked in a tentative whisper.
"Peter is going to be fine. I'm taking extra good care of him." She ruffled the smaller boy's hair. He gave a small nod, still looking nervously at Peter. She did her best to distract him. "Why don't you and the other boys go play Hide and Find Me for a while? You'll need the practice if you want to stand a chance at beating me later."
She punched him lightly on the arm and he seemed to cheer up. He and a few smallish boys ran off in search of good hiding places.
Y/N turned back to see Peter struggling to his feet. "What are you doing?"
"I already told you," he panted, "I don't need sleep." His knees buckled under him.
She caught him and eased him back down. "Maybe not but you do need rest. You took quite the beating."
"No I don't, it's just—it's not working." He was staring at his hands.
She sat next to him. "What's not working?"
He looked at her with real fear in his eyes. "The magic. Whenever any of us get hurt I channel the magic of the island and I fix it, but I'm not strong enough to make it work now." He looked back down at his hands. "It's supposed to work. I have to fix it."
"Relax," she whispered, brushing the hair out of his eyes again. "You'll be okay. Rest now." She took her cloak and wrapped it around him; his was nowhere to be seen. It had likely been lost when he was taken.
He stiffened at her touch at first but stopped shaking as badly. Slowly, gently, she wrapped her arms around him. He stopped resisting, and melted into the embrace. She hummed the tune he had played the night she'd almost drowned, holding him tightly until he was asleep in her arms.