Me and Peter suddenly reappeared in his treehouse. He let go of my arms.

"Sorry..." He grumpily murmured.

I was shocked at his sudden change of mood.

"Apology not accepted!" I snapped. "Your first mistake wasn't even forgiven and you come along and make another one?!"

Peter looked at me.

"What is up with you?" I asked. "Why are you hiding me from others?"

Peter didn't say anything. This was turning out just like our previous argument.

"You...y-" I stuttered. I can't go on any further.

I broke down right there on the spot.

I fell to the floor and hugged my knees. I sobbed like there was no tomorrow. Practically soaking the wooden floor.

I heard soft footsteps and felt Peter take me into his arms. He rested my head against his chest.

I could feel him breathing, the slow rise and fall of his chest was calming, but I didn't feel like that right now.

Peter held me tight, as if he was afraid he'd lose me if he loosened his hold. I cried into his shirt.

I don't know what made me do it, especially since we haven't made up, but I just couldn't resist his arms.

I felt home. I felt happy.

Then I remembered my deal with Piper.

"I have to go somewhere." I murmured and used my magic.

Poof. I was out of his arms. I reappeared on the shores of Neverland.

Taking the shell out of my pocket, I threw it into the sea as far as I could.

No more turning back from that. Tomorrow, I'm burying that box.

As the Lost Boys were dancing around the fire, I peacefully ate my dinner on a nearby log, watching them.

A hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Thought I'd find you here." Piper said from behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked and swallowed my food.

"What is it with people these days?" Piper asked herself. "Every time I pay them a visit, they always assume I want something from them."

"Well, don't you?" I turned around and looked at her.

Piper looked at me and took a seat in the log. "No."

"Well, whatever your reason is, just please go on." I rolled my eyes and looked back at my food.

"Actually, I wanted something." Piper admitted.

I had a sour look on my face and dropped my plate on the dirt.

"Spit it out." I ordered.

"I need you to put that cuff on Pan's right arm at twelve midnight tomorrow." Piper explained.

"Why does it have to be midnight?" I asked.

"Less questions, more listening." Piper snapped. "Just do it. "

An apple appeared on her hand and she bit it. Emphasizing the the loud crunch on her apple. And chewed rather loudly.

I guess it's normal when you live with a naughty brother and a group of unruly boys.

Then Piper disappeared.

I really wanted to call off my deal with Piper. It's definitely got something to do with Peter.

But I needed revenge so bad, that I didn't even feel a single but of guilt at that moment.

Revenge is mine.

It's been hours since Peter went to bed. I might've accidentally fell asleep a couple of times, but right now, I was wide awake.

Looking up at the stars through the window of Peter's treehouse, I looked towards his bed on the other side of the room.

He was still sound asleep.

I untangled myself from the covers and tiptoed towards my bag on hanging on the wooden chair.

Opening it, I quietly slipped my hand inside and rummaged through my bag.

I couldn't find the cuff and so I looked inside. But it was so dark, I can't even see my own feet.

I cast a small light and dug deeper into my bag.

Finally I found it sitting at the very bottom. I closed my bag again and looked at Peter. Still asleep, whew.

As I got closer to him, carrying the cuff in my hand, I could see a sad expression on his face.

He'd been crying. Tears stained his perfectly toned skin.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I quickly, but quietly took his right hand and placed the cuff on it. I knew from that moment, there was no turning back.

"I'm sorry, Peter," I whispered.

"I just...I just had to do this."

I climbed back into my bed feeling different.

I climbed back into my bed knowing I just out Peter's life at risk.

I climbed back into my bed knowing that Peter wouldn't have magic anymore.

I reminded myself. Not a but of guilt.

I fell asleep on my bed knowing that tomorrow, I'd have my revenge.