Sorry it took longer to update this one. With the end of the year approaching, I was busy studying and still am, but I find time for you guys :) This one is a bit corny near the end. Some more lovely Pan. Hah. Anyway, enjoy :)

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Chapter 2: Crazy

The past is never where you think you left it.- Katherine Anne Porter

Peter trudged behind the crowd of Lost Boys. He listened mindlessly to their endless, usual chatter about everything and nothing. He drifted between peaceful memories and heightened thoughts. Clasping his jaw, he returned to the sight of his feet crunching the leaves under his boots. A wind, hot and dry, blew against his face as he followed behind, head down. The Boys looked back, weird, longing expressions in their eyes. Peter knew they longed for the harsh, adventurous Pan. The one that roared out battles, took them up in the hills, made them fight, taught them how to live on Neverland. The Peter Pan that was malignant and funny. But Peter hadn't been feeling up to being like that anymore. So the Boys turned to Cheri, who had Peter's old heart, and who was more like him as the days went by. More ferocious, brave, reckless and carefree.

As they breezed into camp, the young man snapped his head up at a puzzled Cheri crossing his path. She didn't bother with her usual salutations or remarks, just roughly shoving by him in a mumble of "move out of the way." Pan frowned, looked back at where the Lost Boys were headed, and followed the brunette. She walked fast and heavy, storming through the camp and heading for the forest line. "What do you want?" she growled when she felt the presence of the boy king behind her. Peter huffed.

"Why the smug face?" he prompted. Cheri halted, twisted on her heels and came face to face with Peter.

"That's none of your bloody business, Peter," she spat back, lips curling into a frightening snarl. Up close, with her orbs inches from Peter's, he could see the uncertainty flowing through them. The brown stormed with clouds of uneasiness and distress, almost a plea for help.

"Excuse me for trying to help," he mumbled, stepping away as the queasiness in the girl's eyes irked him. It seemed to please her.

"I don't need your help," is all she said before storming away, hands slapping at the leaves.

After what seemed like hours of brainstorming, Cheri had finally come to a conclusion. She was to tell no one about the sight of herself in the woods, nor the strong déja-vu feeling she had gotten. If she was going crazy, then she'd be going crazy alone. If someone knew about... whatever that was, then they'd use it against her. That event had to stay hidden.

Decidedly, the brunette jumped to her feet and harnessed her bow and arrows. With her brow furrowed and her muscles tensed, she exited the cabin and galloped down the wooden, creaking stairs. She let the warm breeze wash over her strained face and marched her way into camp. The sun had set and cast a purple glow on the ground, shadows dancing among the bright flames of a fire. Dragon flies illuminated the atmosphere, creating a canopy of brilliant lights. There were drums in the distance, howling and infantile laughter. As Cheri walked into camp, boys rushed by her, someone handed her a brochette of pork and she almost got burned by the fire.

Some boys sat around the flames, the older ones that is. Arnold, Cameron, Jace and some boy named Felix, who seemed perpetually angry with the brunette for no apparent reason. He was always critiquing her and mumbling things under his breath about how pathetic this or that was. Despite his intriguing, mysterious charm, he remained a source of annoyance for Cheri. "Hey boys," she mumbled, breezing by them. Only a chorused grumble answered her. She smiled tightly.

"Cheri, Cheri, Cheri!" Jack knocked into her and made her stumble back. Something sharp and cool caught her arm and she turned on instinct, fists ready to punch. But it was only Felix, on his feet with his strong hand wrapped around her forearm. She laughed coolly.

"Thank you there, Super Fee," she joked, giving him a wink. He rolled his eyes and sat back down.

"Jack," the brunette growled, turning to the boy who stood with a smile on his pathetic face. "Why did you bump into me?" It's like she was talking to a toddler, who had no idea he had no right bumping into someone.

"I wanted to ask you to come and join-" the poor boy started, but was interrupted when a fist caught the collar of his shirt and hurled him up in the air, his feet dangling in the void. Cheri's angered face was inches from his frightened one, eyes dark and shadowy in the night atmosphere.

"I asked, why did you bump into me?" she growled, sound coming deep from within her chest. Jack gulped nervously. He knew what it meant when she repeated herself like that.

"S-sorry," he mumbled. "I'm s-sorry I-I b-bumped into you, m-milady." Cheri huffed, smiled apathetically and dropped him to the ground.

Dusting herself off, she taunted, "the 'milady' wasn't necessary." She laughed almost evilly, giving the young boy a raised brow. He gulped once more, which irritated the girl more than anything. "What was it you were saying before?" she sighed.

"I wanted t-to asked you to come and join us in the boar hunt," he cautiously mumbled. Cheri gasped, eyes wide and half a smile mixed with her O shaped mouth.

"Well why didn't you say so earlier you twat!?" Giving him a tap on the shoulder, she skipped by him to the crowd of brown cloaks gathering at the forest line. She heard the groan of Jack before giggling and shouldering into the crowd.

"Boar hunt!?" she shouted over the chatter. The boys roared in anticipation and glee, fists and arsenal over their heads. "Let's do it!"

"Where is that bloody boar!?" Cheri shouted, exasperated, soaked to the core and aching all over the place.

"Shut it!" Walter shouted back.

Cheri groaned, looking up at the sky, pouring sizzling hot rain, covering her boots with mud and making her see blurry. And that fucking boar was no where to be seen. Thinking it over, Cheri was opting for storming back in camp and dismembering whoever started the boar rumor. Her mood was diminishing slowly the longer she stood in the rain, soaked and angry.

"I see it!" someone shouted, and the race was on.

Through water-shielded vision, the brunette sped through the forest, mud sticking to her exposed skin and clustering in her hair. She cursed as branches slapped her face and probably bit through her skin, leaving red gashes. She felt a bit stupid, running through rain and mud, for a boar. What a waste.

Before she could notice anything, her foot caught in something thick and muddy, making her trip and fall face first in the mud. She yelled, a horrific, girly sound that wrenched from her throat, and tried to desperately regain balance. Through thick rain and blinding mud, the brunette slipped, hands searching for something to hold on to. Unfortunately, the girl's foot slid and she fell back on her rear, cursing. And then, she tumbled backwards and began a rolling decent down a hill.

Between curses and yelps, the girl received rocks and leaves in the face, her body tumbled onto pointy, jutting stones and her mouth filled with the sickening mud. After what seemed like a short but brutal fall, the brunette landed in a puddle, face first with mud and rain blinding her view. "Fucking rain," she cursed under her breath, using her arms to push her to a sitting position, rear in the mud and all. A sigh passed through her lips as she raked a hand in her muddy and wet hair. Looking up at the sky, she saw that the thick canopy of leaves overhead prevent a majority of the rain from reaching her. Down on the forest floor, only a drizzle attained her.

The brunette looked around at the now visible area around her. What caught her eye first was the strange, but vague sense of déja-vu that swam underneath every tree, bush, rock and leaves. A frown furrowed her slender brows when she found herself staring into the dark pit of a cave's mouth. The dark, inviting emptiness overwhelmed her vision and something in the back of her mind screamed. It stirred, itched against her skull. Putting a hand to her forehead, the brunette hissed. "What the-" Another, troubling shock stirred in her brain and she gasped.

Someone was coming. The sound of bristling leaves and harsh breaths echoed in the still forest. Heavy feet thumped against the muddy ground and splashes of water sounded closer and closer. Cheri frowned, feeling the instinct of fighting back kicking in. As she was about to get to her feet, a tumbling figure erupted through the bushes and collapsed onto the ground, facing the sky.

"No!" Cheri yelled, scrambling away from the tank topped figure with pajama shorts and messy brown locks. It breathed out, groaned in the silence. She didn't seem to notice Cheri there, having a panic attack and trying to cope with the nauseating feeling of déja-vu. The pajama dressed girl turned her face to Cheri and opened her honey orbs, staring out in the distance. "No-what-no!" Cheri tried to get to her feet, but the slippery mud made her fall back on her side.

The tank topped girl groaned and looked at the cave. Cheri screamed internally. How could Cheri be staring at herself? At someone so weak and sensible? "Get away!" Cheri yelled, clawing at the mud on the ground. Tank topped Cheri got to her hands and knees, groaning with pain. Cheri frowned. The weak brunette crawled to the cave, using the wall for support and moved into the darkness until she disappeared.

"No," Cheri mumbled. "I'm going crazy."

"Where is she?" Peter asked, turning to Felix with a familiar frown on his face. Felix shrugged. He pointed in the distance and shrugged again smugly.

"Don't know," he answered. "She was there a while ago, screaming about a boar hunt." Peter sighed heavily.

"I said to keep an eye on her, Felix," the boy king grumbled, bowing his head in disappointment.

"I'm not her babysitter, Peter," the blonde boy mumbled back, whittling with the piece of wood between his forefinger and thumb.

Peter groaned, shaking his head slowly. He sighed, passing a hand in his muffled hair. What now? Go out and find her? Impossible, she was immune to his location spells.

"I'm going to find her," the boy king grunted. Felix stood slowly.

"I think I can help with that," he offered. "She still isn't very good at hiding her tracks."

"Never been, eh?" Peter smiled sourly, reminiscing on the days when Cheri was as innocent as a new born babe. He sighed through his nose. "Any clue where she set off?"

The raucous of a crowd of boys storming into camp made the boy king look back, irritated frown on his face. The brown-cloaked fellas panted, gripping their stomachs and chests, hanging onto each other's shoulders. One of them had mud caking half his face, while the others were soaked. The rain hadn't helped their appearance.

"Peter!" one called out blindly. "Peter-"

"What!?" roared the irritated Pan. He marched towards the gang of boys, feet solid and shoulders squared. His brow was furrowed angrily, and for a moment, just a second, he looked exactly like the old Pan.

"It's Ch-Cheri she- she ran a-after the boar and w-we lost her," panted the nervous boy under the darkening glare of Pan.

"You what?" Peter growled, teeth bared like an animal. The boy shuddered.

"She ran off like that, Pan, we tried to follow her but it was raining and we couldn't see," tried another boy, putting his hand on the panting boy's shoulder. Peter groaned between clenched teeth.

"Where?" Peter asked brutally.

"South, North?" offered Felix, stepping up. The boys consulted each other.

"We were near Mermaid Lagoon, she set off North," concluded the younger one. Peter and Felix exchanged a glance and set off in the direction.

"You think you'll find her?" Peter asked.

"With the rain and mud it'll be hard," Felix answered truthfully.

The two boys set off in the forest, marching beside each other. The old camaraderie slipped out and they began to consult each other on geographical manners like old times. They asked each other direct questions to receive direct answers. It was all a routine, and as they made their way in the jungle, everything came back to them. Old codes mostly. It made Peter ache silently as he missed the old days where he and Felix would be using that kind of behavior for the victims Peter brought on the island.

As the day progressed and Felix followed bushes with broken branches and leaves at odd angles, Peter followed silently and tried not to think too much of the past. It was a hard task. "Are we close?" he asked to distract himself. Felix grumbled.

"We are getting close, but..." he trailed off. His blonde head cocked to the side.

"What?" Peter demanded.

"It seems like she's been..." again he trailed off. Peter sighed irritably. "It seems like she's been walking in circles since we've been on these tracks."

Peter frowned. "Are you sure these are her tracks then and not some random Lost Boys'?"

Felix nodded. "Yeah, small feet headed North of Mermaid Lagoon." Peter sighed again, turning his back to his friend.

"Why the hell is she turning in circles?" he mumbled, asking the air mostly. Felix just groaned.

"She's up to odd things these days, you know," he answered. Peter frowned deeper. There was a trace of reproach in Felix's voice and Pan noticed it. The boy king whipped around to face a crouching Felix, hand in the mud.

"What's your point?" Pan spat, the tone taking Felix by surprise. Slowly, the blonde boy got to his feet.

"I'm just saying that she's different these days," he answered. "She doesn't do the same things as she did before. She's not afraid anymore. We don't know her anymore, not like we used to. Cheri is gone. She's been replaced by this other thing that both of us don't understand." Peter flexed his fists.

"And you blame this on me?" he growled ferociously. Casually, Felix nodded. Peter snarled, offended and feeling betrayed.

"You're the one that put your old heart in her," Felix mumbled. Peter growled louder. Words weren't enough to explain the inferno inside him. "I told you the repercussions. You didn't listen. You created what she is today. It is your fault that her memories evade her and that she acts like a reckless soldier."

"And you would of done what?" Peter barked loudly. Felix, normally, did not even flinch. "You would of let her die, on that beach, huh? Would you of let her go, let her slip away from you? Of all the things you claim to understand, Felix, you don't understand this. You don't understand what it is to make sacrifices."

Felix frowned, blonde brows connecting slowly. He bit his lip pensively. "Sacrifice?" he asked. "Peter, what did you sacrifice? Her? No, you were selfish. You didn't want the pain of losing her so you fucked up! You sacrificed her own choices and destiny for your own selfish needs. And I know, that if it was up to her, she wouldn't of wanted your heart. She wouldn't of wanted this life, this shit you put her into!" It was the first time in a long time that Peter had seen Felix that mad.

Peter shook his head violently. "You still don't understand," he growled. "I did it because... because I love her. Seeing her die couldn't be the end of her. It just couldn't be."

"And you think I don't know anything about love?" Felix threw back. Peter flinched slightly. A cold, sizzling and surprising, overwhelmed his body. Fright clawed at his insides as he stared down the blue pits of Felix's eyes.

"Who were you in love with?" Peter asked silently, the words whispering off his lips like wind. Felix pinched his lips together and just leaned back. A wind brushed in his blonde, messy curls and tousled them side to side.

Peter gasped internally. "How?" he asked, finally understanding.

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