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~Max~

Entering peter's tent i immediately went for the top right drawer of his dresser. Smiling at the sight of familiar clothes, i began to peel off my more modern ones from Storybrooke. Changed, I began to braid my hair. Satisfied with my hair out of my face, I gathered up my old clothes to throw into the fire.

Walking out my eyes caught something. I stepped back to see a familiar piece of wood carved in a sharp curve with a single piece of string going from one end to the other. I lifted it up and allowed the familiar weight back into my hands.

I walked out of the tent with a smile on my face and my bow in my free hand. I tossed my unwanted clothes into the fire and walked up beside Felix.

"It's good to be back." I sighed.

Felix laughed.

"It's good to have you back Max. Pan was at wits end trying to figure out how to get you away from the rescue group without it looking like you wanted to go."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Typical Peter." I scoffed. "Always worried about his ego."

"But I was more concerned about you."

Two arms wrapped around my waist as a chin rested on my shoulder. I felt his lips brush up against my neck.

"Oh really?" I smirked turning my head so our eyes locked.

"Really." He laughed pecking my nose

"So, where's Henry?"

Peter unwrapped his arms from my waist and walked around to face me.

"Max! Are you serious?" He yelled "You haven't even been at the camp for barely an hour and you're already asking about the boy!"

I placed my hands on my hips.

"Well at least I'm worried about your life! Peter, time is not on our side and you're dying by the minute! The sooner we have him believing the better!"

Peter scowled.

"Max, i'm fine." He growled.

"No your not!" I yelled "You're getting weaker by the second! Peter don't you see! You can't even stand up without wincing in pain!"

"Max I'm-"

Peter started his words but couldn't finish them before grabbing his chest in noticeable pain. I quickly grabbed his arm, allowing his weight onto mine. I looked him in the eyes.

"I noticed it even before you did Peter, and that worries me."

He let out a defeated sigh.

"Actually, this has been happening for quite some time now love. I just didn't want to appear weak in front of you."

I rolled my eyes and slapped the back of his head.

"Here we go again with that stupid ego of yours, and believe me Pan, I've seen you wrose."

He furrowed his brows as he tried to think of a time.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I sighed with a laugh.

"You're unbelievable."

Peter called to Felix.

I looked at Peter curiously as Felix as he brought over a small container. Peter explained that after theses pains started to become more often he and Felix decided to do something about it. So, they came up with a substance that would, well, numb his heart.

"Why not just take it out?" I asked leading Peter into his tent.

"Thats cheating love.' He explained "It goes against the rules of the game,m thus quickening the whole dying process."

I helped Peter onto his bed and joined felix outside as Peter did whatever he was supposed to do. And honestly i'd rather not see peter in pain anyway, so i had no problem leaving.

'It should only be a few minutes before he's as if nothing happened." Felix told me.

I nodded.

"Felix! Felix!"

I laughed at the familiar voice.

"Is she-"

I turned around to face a starstruck Aeron.

"Max!" He yelled laughing.

"Hi Aeron." I said crossing my arms.

Aeron bit his lip trying to hold in a smile. He outstretched his arms.

"Do i still get a hug?" He asked trying to give me puppy dog eyes.

Felix attempted to hold in his laughter but failed instantly.

I pretend to ponder over the Lost Boys question. Aeron waited impatiently.

"Oh, Okay."

Aeron smiled and engulfed me into a bear hug.

~Peter~

I carefully stood up climbing out of my bed. I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes. I had a massive headache. It's only one of many side effects of practically numbing one's heart.

"Bloody hell." I mumbled.

I looked around in the cluttered space and saw that Max left one of the drawers open. I chuckled softly. I slowly grabbed objects and balance my unbalanced self so that i was able to get across to close it. Soon, I reached the opened drawer and closed it.

I retraced my steps and slouched back down onto the bed. I let out an angry sigh. I heard some commotion outside. I stood up surprisingly without any problem, and walked out of the tent to see Max hugging Aeron.I cleared my throat,  allowing my presence to be known. Max immediately turned around and looked at me with a smile.

"Well someone's feeling better." She said arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes, this someone does.' I smirked kissing the top of her head.

I took her in my arms.

"So what now?" She asked.

I looked down at my Lost Girl.

"What do we do now?" I answered.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"We do something that we hadn't in a long while."

I raised a brow.

"And what might that be love?" I asked, anxious for her answer.She bit her lip and stood on her toes inching towards me. With our lips apart then hairs on the back of my neck stood up as i shivered from the warmth of her breath along my ear.

"Have some fun."

My smile went from ear to  she pulled the pipes from my belt and brought them to her lips. She played the familiar haunting tune she sung from her first night ever, her, on Neverland.

I took a seat on my stump as I watched my piped piper lull the boys to sleep. In no time Max removed the pipe from her lips and stood in front of me.

"Just you and me?" I asked, pulling her onto my lap.

"Just you and me."