Indiana Jones ↠ Peter Pan [OUAT] ✓

44 | The Pancake-Flipping Prince

Peter let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What exactly are you doing, love?" Peter curiously asked her, his morning voice more evident than ever.

Indiana sat with her legs crossed over each other, staring into the distance before her. "I've been up for hours," Indiana began, not looking over at Peter. "I laid for a bit, then went for a walk, then made myself breakfast, then came back here. Yet I'm still unable to think of a single idea for a gift."

Peter laid back in bed, propping up himself by leaning on his arm. "Indie, this is Felix we're talking about," Peter pointed out matter-of-factly. "He doesn't like a lot of attention."

Indiana turned her head to face the brown-haired boy. "But it's his birthday!" Indiana whined. "I have to do something! He's my favorite Lost Boy!"

"And you're his favorite Lost Girl," Peter replied.

"I'm the only Lost Girl, darling," Indiana fired back, using the same straightforward tone as Peter in a mocking fashion.

He tucked his arms behind his head. "If you come back to bed, I'll help you think of something," Peter offered suggestively, but the naïve girl didn't think twice about his words.

It was in that moment when a light bulb seemed to begin flashing in Indiana's head. "Help... hm... Oh! Of course! That's it!" Indiana exclaimed, jumping up. "Peter, you're a genius!"

He smugly smirked. "I tend to have that effect on people," Peter replied. "But what exactly did I do?" Instead of answering him, she rushed forward and excitedly kissed him. When she pulled away, Peter raised his eyebrows. "Never mind. You can do whatever you want as long as you keep kissing me like that."

Rolling her eyes, Indiana paced out of the tent.

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STORYBROOKE

Thunk.

A ripened apple had been pulled off of a low-hanging tree branch with Indiana's whip. The brunette unraveled it from the poison-induced weapon before holding it in the palm of her hand. Staring down at it, Indiana merely sighed and tossed it over her shoulder. It landed in the pile of the other apples.

Now that Snow White was busy with her long-lost friend, David was at work, Henry and Emma were in New York, Belle was in hiding, and her brother was the town's most wanted fugitive (after Cora), Indiana Jones was struck with the utmost of boredom. Everyone was busy or running from something.

It wasn't as though Indiana disliked training or picking apples with her whip. She simply wished there was something more to it, like a game or something of the sort.

Indiana wiped the apple juice that had sprayed onto her weapon when she had the sudden feeling that someone was watching her. It was weird. All was fine until Indiana had gotten this strange feeling. She could feel a pair of eyes gluing themselves to her back. Slowly, Indiana turned around.

It was quick. If one were to blink, he or she would have missed it. But Indiana didn't. No, instead of blinking, her eyes widened to the size of the largest marbles one could think of. It was a flash of darkness, like a ball or maybe even a Shadow. Whatever it was, Indiana knew it had been watching her.

But curiosity had gotten the best of her, like a cat with a ball of light coming from a flashlight. So, Indiana followed it. However, it was faster than Indiana. There was no way that girl could've caught up to it. It was arguably as fast as the speed of light, which was ironic since it was like a cloud of darkness.