The Piper's Song ~OUAT Peter Pan fanfiction (Book 1)

"Words are merely words."

Anne woke up in her tent to some noise outside the next day. Last thing she could remember was Pan beginning to pull her away from the small war between the lost boys and Henry's family. She rubbed her head and began to look for her sweater. Unable to find it at first, she suddenly felt sad. But she just tried to move on and dug in her bag for another sweater. Finding a brown one, one at which you had to tie closed rather then it just being a pull over, Anne slid it onto her arms quickly. It reached her waist and was quite thin, not something to where even for a second in the winter.

Now pulling her hair out the sweater, she then re-laced her boots tighter and came up from the ground. Having to crouch slightly, she opened the entrance of her tent and went outside. Finding lost boys in different groups making weapons and conversation, she observed the freshly died out fire in the center of the hideout. She then began to hope she hadn't slept her way too far into the day. Searching for Felix in some of these groups, she prayed he was okay remembering what had happened last night.

Finally she spotted him. He was in one of these groups leading on a conversation. Within seconds she was gone over to him. "Felix," she spoke loudly. He looked at her with his group of lost boys. 
        "Anne," he mocked with a cocky smile.
        "What happened last night?"
        "Why don't you ask Pan," Threw out a lost boy with a grin. Anne looked upon him with perplexity, wondering why he looked as if he took pleasure in Pan knowing everything about last night. Nothing too bizarre could've happened, right? Anne couldn't help but hope this. 
        "Uh...where is he?" She finally asked. The lost boy shrugged.
        "Over there," spoke another lost boy pointing straight ahead of him. Anne followed his finger to find a loosely occupied Pan with something such as a weapon that he was building or sharpening. She walked over to him quickly.
        "Hey..." she spoke awkwardly. He looked up and met her eyes with not even a gentle smile.
        "Morning," he finally threw out with a smile. "I'm assuming you slept well?"
        "I would assume...I guess," she said with uncertainty.
        "What's on your mind little Anna?" Pan asked with another smile but it was more brighter.
        "You rescued me last night--"
        "Ah...we all did," Pan didn't flatter himself then looked back on his weapon work. He was sharpening a stony knife.
        "But you took me away...somewhere? I was just curious...uh, where?"
        "You had a fever, I just got rid of it."
        "Thank you," Anne tried quickly, not a smile on her face because she wasn't acting like the lost girl Pan thought she was but herself...because she really meant that thank you, even though she wanted to believe Pan was nothing but evil. A sudden flick of pleasure crossed his eyes at her appreciation and the corners of his mouth nearly slid into a nice smile, but he looked down quickly holding off and seeming oddly tense now.
        "Don't, I would kill a fever for any of my lost boys." He looked back up, a mean smirk on his face, "You're just the same." Then he passed her.

She approached him loudly and quickly. "But wait!" He turned on his heel to look at her.
        "What?" He asked annoyed.
        "That's all you say to me? Not even a you're welcome? What for?"
        "Words are merely words until you bring them to life," he spoke. 

Anne tried to make sense of what he was saying but couldn't. "What does that mean?" she asked. He met her eyes after getting close enough to only utter something for her to hear. She looked up in his dark eyes waiting helplessly.
        "Don't thank me, do something for me." Anne was hesitant to say anything at first. But then she tilted her head.
        "Do you know where my sweater is?" She suddenly asked. Pan moved his eyes and head with a smile at such an odd silly question to respond with.
        "Not a chance," he answered honestly making Anne almost sigh with disappointment. "Go with me," he suddenly started. "To the mermaid's lagoon."
        "What for?" Anne tilted her head again in confusion.
        "For just a curious little lost girl--besides thinking you can ask any question, you seem to think you can say anything too."
        "You can't tell me?" Anne asked in slight disbelief.
        "See, that's not it."
        "Then what is?"
        "I'd rather show you," he spoke, his green eyes wild and suddenly bright of adventure and excitement.

At the mermaid's lagoon, Anne wasn't only curious but cautious and almost scared. Pan had tricked her into striking another human being with an arrow that had poison on it...what was he planning on doing with her here?  She couldn't help but wonder. "Stand by a minute," Pan spoke. Anne did of course, like she had a choice?

Just then, Pan closed his eyes, breathed in with his hands out in the direction of the wide enormous lagoon. Anne flashed through her knowledge of Neverland and Pan to see if she could remember what he was trying to do at the moment. It seemed familiar but she couldn't understand it for a second. Pan concentrated some more until finally there was an odd stirring in the water. There were these distant pounds, two of them. Finally it came to her. Out from the ocean shot a mermaid with red hair.

Pan knocked her into the cliff behind them. Anne gasped loudly in horror. Falling to the ground face down, Anne saw bloody scratches on the mermaid's naked back. "What are you doing!?" She shrieked. Pan just shot her a devil-like grin. The mermaid's head lifted weakly. Her bright a piercing green eyes met Anne's.
        "If it isn't my favorite mermaid," Pan breathed with pleasure, "Ariel."