Heeeey guys! This is my first story on the Once Upon a Time archive. Please go easy on me in the reviews. I actually wrote at like 3am in the morning so sorry if its sucky :P I started to watch this show again once Robbie Kay (Peter Pan) came on. He is just so demonic and crazy and cute and dreamy XD AND a great actor. So please let me know what you think! Onto ze story!

I hit the ground uncomfortably with a loud thud.

OuchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchOUCH!

"Ugh," I winced slightly as I began to sat up. I landed on my arm in a weird position, and it HURTS. I mean it REALLY hurts, like hurts more than getting kicked in the shin during soccer in gym class kinda hurts...and that hurts, trust me I know. Once I got enough courage and after a few audible deep breaths, I looked at my arm. From the looks of it, it looks like my elbow is dislocated. I let out a huff of air, blowing some of my bangs up.

Smooth move Emily, jeez you're so clumsy.

I braced myself and, very quickly before I lost my nerve, popped my bone back into place. There was a pop and a crack sound that was so loud that Ms. Nosenseofhumorwhatsoever probably heard it from all the way downstairs (that's not her name I just call her that to drive her crazy XD). Once the short burst of pain subsided, I began to stand up. There was still a throbbing pain in my arm, but not as bad as before.

I'll just take care of it in the morning.

Once I stood up, I plopped right onto my bed. Or so I thought. You could say I was surprised when I ended up face down in the ground.

"Ouch," I grumbled, slowly getting up. When I stood up, that's when I realized my bed wasn't there. And the carpet. And the lamp. And the dresser. And the bedroom in general. All that I was surrounded by were trees. I slowly turned in a circle, my eyes wide, making sure that I'm seeing this correctly.

"What da..."

Okay Emily, rule to self: No more pixie stix before bed.

My eyes wide, I kept turning in slow circles, surveying the area. I stopped turning when a figure came into view. The figure stepped closer, and I was able to distinguish that it was a boy. He looked to be about 18 years old and a good 4-5 inches taller than me (curse my shortness!). He had dark brown mop top styled hair, and pale blue eyes. He was very cute.

At least you pick out cute guys in your dreams! But the clothes though...

His clothes looked...weird. He had on pants that looked as if they were made rags, old combat boots that looked like they've been to hell and back, a shirt that looked as if it was made from rags as well, and a thick dark brown cloak. He sorta looked like a mix between a medieval sort of peasant and the hobo that lives down the street from me. A weird mix but spot on. I smiled at him and he smiled back. All of a sudden I saw two other boys appear next to him, one on either side. They both had shaggy hair too, but one had black hair and one had beach blonde hair. They were cute also. All of a sudden four more appeared, standing next to the other three. I smiled.

best. dream. EVER! Maybe I should have pixie stix before I go to bed more often.

I smiled some more as I walked towards them.

"Hi'ya guys," I said, stopping in front of them. They all stared at me and smiled, an emotion in their eyes that I can't quite make out. "Wow, you guys ARE cute," I said, giving each one a once over. "Boy can I dream them up," I said, giving myself a fist bump. Some of the boys smiled, while some chuckled. "You guys look so detailed," I said, bringing my hand up to touch the brunette's face. "It almost looks like...your..real." My smile dropped as my fingers didn't go through him like I thought they would, but actually touched his face. "You guys are real?" I asked lamely. When I saw them look at each other and smirk, I began to back away slowly.

"So this is not a dream? I'm really outside right now? " I asked, making my way back towards the center of the clearing. They slowly began to step forward. I could feel my heart beat beginning to quicken as they stalked closer. I found out what that look in their eyes was. It was craziness.

"Uh..." I laughed nervously, "I must have been sleep walking again, just point me to a road and I'll be on my way."

No response.

I laughed some more, but now it was more of a panicky 'hahaha I'm so screwed' sort of laugh. "Please tell me I sleep walked here."

"You didn't," the blonde said. Oh great a bunch of boys kidnapped me.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go now, nice meeting you all and well BYE!" I turned around and started to run only to knock into something hard. I fell backwards and landed on my bad arm, dislocating it again.

"Crap," I groaned. I looked up to see that the seven boys were surrounding me, and the brick wall that I ran into was actually one of them. I gulped audibly as I held my arm to my chest.

"You're coming with us girl," the brunette said. Before I could come up with one of my oh so famous comebacks, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I shrieked at the pain the sudden impact caused my arm.

"Let me go!" I protested, pounding on his back and kicking my legs as much as possible. I was freaking out. Scratch that, beyond freaking out. These crazy (but cute) but CRAZY teenage boy kidnappers are kidnapping me and taking me to who knows where! What are they going to do? They could keep me. Rape me. Torture me. Kill me. I would never see that crazy lady ms. nosenseofhumorwhatsoever again! I wouldn't see the other kids ever again! I wouldn't see the hobo down the street from my window ever again! I wouldn't have another pixie stick ever again! I gasped at the sudden realization and began to beat on him even harder. I began to scream for help as well.

"That's not gonna make a difference," a boy to my left said. "You might as well give up, no one will hear you and you're not getting away."

"Me? Give up?" I scoffed, "Never!"

After another two minutes of walking I gave up. The boy holding me laughed.

"What happened to never giving up?"

I blew my bangs out of my face and rolled my eyes. "You're lucky I'm tired right now and that I'm usually a lazy person, otherwise I would have you knocked out in BAM!" I snapped my fingers, "two seconds."

The boy laughed. "Lazy huh? No wonder you're so heavy."

I gasped as the other boys began to laugh. "Excuse me?" I began to smack the boy's head repeatedly. "You. did. not. just. call. me. fat!" I exclaimed with every smack. "I'll have you know take martial arts!" I secretly smiled. "And guess what?" I asked. Before the boy could answer, I struck the pressure point in his neck. His knees immediately buckled from underneath him and in order to catch himself he let me go. I did a mental victory dance in my head as I kicked him where the sun don't shine. I scoffed. "Heavy my ass."

Emily: 1

CBCB (cute but crazy boys): Nada.

I looked around and saw the other boys in momentary shock. I took that as my opportunity to run. I ran in a random direction and didn't look back.

TADA! I was gonna write more, but it's now like 7am in the morning and I'm kinda tired :P Don't worry, Pan will come in soon MWHAHAHAHA *cough* I mean come in soon *cough*, and even though Emily is this sort of weird but in a funny way sorta girl, she will still stand up to him and there still will be conflict so it's all good :) In this story, WENDY IS NOT IN IT! Sorry, but I don't like Wendy. Also, PETER PAN (spoiler alert) WILL NOT BE RUMPLE'S DAD! That story plot did not happen, he is just an ordinary teenager with a mysterious background that we know nothing about like how he was in the show before the latest episode. I also don't think I will have Henry in this story either, I just want to solely focus on Pan. Ok, well, let me know what you think, and well, bye! :)