Winter's Revenge // Peter Pan (OUAT)

Chapter 31

"You went out with Pan?" Hook questioned. "Why?"

"He made me." I said. "It's the only way to keep him away from me, and plus this was the second date."

"Second date?"

"Well the first one, I thought it was you."

"He pretended to be me?"
"That's the reason why you can't remember anything. Pan made you fall asleep with pixie dust. He knocked you out so that he can go on a date with me."

"I hope you were disgusted."

"I threw up in my mouth many times."

"At least that makes me feel a little bit better."

"You're jealous of Pan?"

"Well when he goes out with someone I like, then yes."

"You don't need to be jealous of him." I took a deep breath. "He isn't the one I like."

"What?"

"You heard me." I said. "Pan of all people made me see that I do like you a little bit."

"A little bit."

"You can get a little bit of the truth but not the full one."

"So you're saying that you do like me more than you want to admit."

"I'm not going to admit or decline that statement."

"Why can't you?" He asked.

"I guess you'll have to find out how much I like you in the future." I said. He glared at me. "I'm a girl with many secrets."

"I can see that."

"I'm just curious but how did you find out that I went on a..." I took a breath. "Pan."

"I saw him walk you back, and I didn't see you practicing earlier."

"Sorry, if it makes you feel better I had more fun on the date with you than him."

"That does." He said. "But I had assumed that you had."

"Why?"

"Because who has fun on a date with Pan?"

"I don't know and I don't really want to find out."

"So why did Pan seem kind of mad when he dropped you off." 

"Just one of our many disagreements."

"What was it about?" 

"Are you always this pushy?" 

"Apparently around you I am."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You can never tell me the truth."

"Can't you understand that I have gone through so much that I physically can't tell you everything."

"Why can't you?"

"As much as I physically trust you, my mind doesn't."

"What do you mean your mind doesn't?"

"I mean I have gone through every possible thing, and my mind is basically thinking of every wrong thing that could happen." I said. "And it is constantly making me keep my life a secret."

"You know you can tell me anything." He put his hand on my cheek. "I'd never do anything to you. You know I'm nothing like the others."

"I know you aren't."

"Then why can't you look me in the eye?" He tilted my chin up so that our eyes connected.

"I'm looking in them now, I guess."

"Do you honestly trust me?"
"Yes, I honestly do."

"Then tell me something that hurt you."

And that's what I did. I told him about when King George beat me (almost to death). "And that is one of the reasons why I'm messed up."

"You're not messed up." He stated. "You're broken."

"The way you said that was."

"Sexy?" He interrupted.

"No, I was going to say sad."

"And by the way I do intend to mend that brokenness inside you."

"You're not the first."

"And who was the first?"

"Well Pan tried."

"You didn't have feelings for Pan, right?"

"I definitely don't have feelings for him."

"And what about me?" 

"I already told you."

"What if I wanted to hear it again?"

"Fine." I stated. "I like you."

"I like you too."