WARNING: MAJOR POV HOPPING, BUT IT ALL MAKES SENSE. I THINK.

Lily was going to pay for making a fool of me. Very few had ever done so before, and none of those who had had survived the impending force of nature that crashed down on them with all the rage Peter Pan had to offer.

Logically, I knew that it was Rosalie that had played me, that Lily and that other persona, Uriel, were entirely innocent, but Rosalie (any lingering affection I'd had for the girl was gone now, reduced to even less than the ashes she'd once cleaned out of the firepit-- calling her Rosie was no longer an option) was a devil in herself. Rosalie was a terror, a she-devil, and one who'd wronged Neverland's god.

And I was a very, very unforgiving god.

I snickered a little bit at my own thoughts and the "heroes'" actions. Someone was being naughty, enlisting a mermaid to leave Neverland. Felix was worried, but I laughed it off.

All we had to do was call John and Michael and let them know to watch out for wild red haired mermaids trying to go anywhere near the Dark One's... lover. There was nothing to worry about.

There was a way to leave Neverland without the magic beans? I knew mermaids could move through dimensions, but it had ever occurred to me to use them. Now that I thought about it, it was almost obvious, as long as I could convince one to help me. The only complication was that Felix couldn't just disappear out of the blue or Pan would know something was up. Hm... What to do...?

Sammy.

He'd always been a tiny bit more loyal to me-- Lily-me, not Felix-me --than to Pan. At one point, he'd brought up the reason. He'd had an older sister at home, he said, and she'd been killed, so having me around was like she'd never died at all.

"Sammy, come talk to me a second," I said, trying my best to act like normal, pre-"Lily's death" Felix. He looked around warily, but followed me nonetheless. I led him to the dark forest, knowing that Pan was too engrossed in Team Henry's actions to be monitoring me.

"What's going on, Felix?" He sounded a little terrified, and that was it. I'd reached my limit on the amount of pain I could reasonably deal with: I'd lost Felix, I'd made Pan hate me, I dealt with Pietro and Rosalie and Uriel, and I'd pushed my brothers to the point where they were actually afraid of me. I was so, entirely, 100% done.

I cast a tiny, undetectable protection spell around us so Pan wouldn't be able to hear us. Sammy looked at me with doe eyes. Actually, more like deer-in-headlights eyes. "Felix, why are you doing magic? I didn't even know you could do magic! Does Pan know? Do any of the boys know? When did--"

"Sammy." He was quiet. "I need to know before I say anything. Can you keep a secret?"

He looked at me warily. "You want me to keep your magic a secret? From the boys? Or Pan? I mean, I'll do it, but like, what's going on, like--"

I snickered bitterly and he shut up, terrified that the nice-Felix mask had slipped. I held the six-leaf clover pendant out from my chest a little ways. "Sammy, do you know what this is?" He shook his head. "It's a charm that Felix gave me."

"But... You're Fel--"

"I wasn't finished." I felt terrible about scaring him this way, but Sammy had a bad habit of rambling when he was nervous. "Felix gave me this so that he wouldn't be missed, and so that I could disappear for a little while."

"What--" I took off the pendant, feeling the magic wash over me as my hair grew and my body shrank. "Lily." He pouted at me in that way that little boys do. "I want to be happy that you're here, but you left us. We missed you. Did you even care?"

"Of course I did!" I was appalled. "I heard you every night. You, in particular. All the others called for their mothers or their fathers or brothers, but you called for me. You have no idea how much it hurt, not being able to be there for you. But right now I need your help."

His eyes shined with tears he didn't want to shed. It was the only thing I'd disliked about how Pan had run things before: when a boy cried, they were ridiculed and called girls. But now they fell without restraint as he wrapped his arms around my waist and fell to his knees, burying his face in my shoulder (yes, I'm actually that short). It was almost as if he couldn't help himself, when he managed a quiet, "What do you need, Lil?"

"I need you to be Felix for a while, alright? I promise I'll come back and then you can sleep in my tent with me and I'll make all the nightmares go away."

Sammy sniffled and stood up, saluting me playfully with red, puffy eyes. "Then name your task!"

It wasn't hard, really. Once Sammy had the necklace and very strict instructions not to tell Pan anything about this, a carbon copy of Felix walked back to camp, leaving me in the forest.

He stopped dead in is tracks, took his original form and ran back, encasing me in a bone crushing hug. "Come home soon, Sis," he whispered, dashing off before I could answer.

Strangely, the thought of leaving didn't hurt a much as it had the first time. At first I thought it was because I no longer loved Pan. Not true, sadly, Rosalie had snipped at me. Then I realized. It was because I had a reason to come back. And I would come back.

I'd promised.

The old orphanage was abandoned, like I'd expected it to be. It hadn't exactly been bustling six hundred years ago, either. Luckily for me, it was uninhabited except for a boy named Tommy, who was more than willing to share the space with me.

I didn't know why I'd come back to Camelot after the hell I went through there before. Arthur was on the throne and if he heard I'd returned... I didn't want to be around to watch that tantrum. Somehow, though, I'd talked a mermaid into bringing me here and after a few months, I was beginning to relax. The suspicion I'd held that anyone would recognize me was unfounded, it seemed; all the children I'd known had gone their separate ways. They'd all gone and grown up, and here I was, looking exactly the same as I had when I disappeared. There was no way any of them would recognize me.

I didn't relax, even after five or six days of monotonous, uneventful life. I was settling though; every day I fixed up a little bit of the orphanage, rebuilding a place that I'd lived in, but never truly seen. So what if I kept the crossbow handy? Tommy didn't seem to notice it and everyone was always armed back home.

Home. Neverland wasn't a place I expected to see again soon, maybe even ever. Whatever it was that kept certain people alive in magical realms worked on me because of my bloodline, but all that meant was that I spent more nights huddled in a corner, calming down after a nightmare. All it meant was that I ha more time to mourn the life I'd left behind. I'd thought that nothing could compare to the pain of seeing Pan and Lily's relationship grow closer, but maybe I'd been wrong. And now I'd never see either of them again.

Or so I thought, until Tommy opened the door to leave for work one day and was attacked by a small, soaking wet figure with long black hair.

In hindsight, it was actually pretty funny; Tommy had opened the door, expecting to walk out of it, when she pinned him down, very seriously asking, "Who the hell are you and where's Felix?"

I recognized that voice instantly, of course. Lily seemed a little unhinged, dripping water everywhere and wheezing out short, shallow breaths. I leveled my crossbow at her, hating myself but not wiling to take the chance; it hadn't been unheard-of for one or two boys to lose their minds after the culture shock Neverland brought.

Tommy didn't move or look at me, just kept his eyes leveled with Lily's. He's being surprisingly calm, I thought. I wonder...

I shook my head. I needed to get her off of him before questioning the situation. I knew better than anyone how dangerous Lily could be. "Hey there, sweetheart," I said cautiously. Her gaze flashed to mine. "You're looking for me, right? How about you get off my friend and--"

I couldn't finish talking before she had her arms wrapped around me and her face buried in my shirt. I dropped my crossbow as Tommy got back on his feet, wide-eyed.

"Friend of yours?" he asked, rubbing his throat ruefully with a grin.

Lily stiffened, but didn't move. She relaxed when I ran a hand through her wet hair. "My sister. But I'm not sure why she's here."

He nodded understandingly. "That explains it. You want me to stay, or..."

"Um..."

"Make him go away," Lily mumbled into my chest. Tommy took that as his cue and mouthed 'Good luck' at me before walking out like nothing had happened. What just happened?

Lily looked up at me with startlingly dry eyes; I'd assumed she was crying. It was probably a good thing though-- the few times I'd seen her cry, it had inexplicably made me want to do physical harm to whoever had hurt her. "So," she said, grinning. "Who was that?"

I burst out laughing, partially at the general Lilyness of the question, partially from shock. Even back home, this would have been an eventful day, but compared to the boring life I'd been living up to this point... It was either laughter or unconsciousness.

"God. You haven't changed a bit, have you?"

She let me go with an indignant huff; the front of my clothes were soaking wet now. "It's only been a couple of weeks for me. Did you expect me to change?"

Luckily, she didn't seem to want an answer; I didn't know what I would have said if she did. "Anyway. Answer the question."

"How about you answer some of mine first?" I raised an eyebrow.

"And then will you tell me about the cute boy I attacked that apparently lives with you?"

I rolled my eyes, but nodded. It wasn't as though I hadn't noticed Tommy's looks before, it was just weird having anyone to talk with.

"Then ask away!" Lily trilled.

"Well, not that I'm not thrilled to see you, sweetheart, because I absolutely am, but what in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"It's... complicated." She looked at the floor. "I just really needed to see you."

I nodded, understanding what she meant completely. In the years I'd known her, Lily and I had gotten very close-- too close for me to have thought that leaving so suddenly was a feasible option. It was only a matter of time before one of us came to find the other. Speaking of... "How did you even find me?"

Lily held out her hand, showing me three rumpled-but-very-familiar feathers. "I tracked you. It wasn't hard or obvious to anyone or anything. I didn't know where you were, so I asked them if they'd lead me to you and they did. God, Felix. I did something stupid. I did something so, so stupid and I didn't realize I did it but it was all Rosalie's fault. I had nothing to do with it but now he blames me and I'm terrified but I don't want--"

I covered her mouth to stop her incoherent babbling. Any more too-fast, out of order storytelling was going to give me a headache. "Shh. Whatever happened, it's okay sweetheart. Let's get this figured out. Start from the beginning and tell me what happened."

She took a deep breath when I took my hand away. "Remember when I told you about Rosalie? Well she's still there, in my head. Uriel too. Then... Something happened. Pan did something to Pietro and now he's stuck in my head too. Now he's all... cold. And weird. He tried to invade my dreams once, but Rose spun it around on him and found the way to undo whatever he did. But he knows it now. I outsmarted Pan, and now he hates me and there's no way I can save him."

So... It looks like I wasn't far off when I thought she was crazy, I thought. But what really happened to Pan? "So let me ask again, Lily. Why are you here, and not trying to figure this out?"

She looked at me in that heartbreaking that-hurt-but-I'm-trying-not-to-show-you-how-much-that-hurt way that she had. "I..."

No! That wasn't what I meant to say at all! Stupid brain, she wants help not lectures. "No, that's not what I meant. Just... What do you want me to do about it? I haven't told anyone here I was a Lost Boy. I have no possible way to help you, sweetheart."

There. That's better. Honest, but nicer.

"I don't really know," she muttered, turning away. That look was still on her face. "I just needed to clear my head and I ended up here. I can go back. Sorry for bothering you, Felix."

That clinched it. There was no way, in any world, that Lily would ever apologize of her own accord unless something really bad was happening. She was a Lost One, through and through, regardless of the extra x chromosome in her DNA. Lily was the only family I had left and dammit, she needed my help.

I stepped in front of her, blocking her path to the door. "Not so fast, there, short stuff. You wanted to clear your head, right? Then just stay here awhile."

The look on her face made something in my chest ache; she really was hurting. I could almost feel her pain myself. "I have to get back soon though..."

"Six months for me was two weeks for you, Lily. A few days to clear your mind screwed on straight won't hurt." I looked at her, willing her to understand me. I'm sorry about what I said. I want to help. Please let me help you. I said none of this as she nodded slowly and wrapped her arms around me like a little girl. Instead I picked the words I'd spoken on the first night she'd spent on Neverland.

"Don't worry. You're perfectly safe with me."