A/N - I think it's safe to assume that the Nevengers rescue Henry. In the event that it happens, consider this an "AU" fic. This is the first story I've marked "incomplete," as I plan to add to it. In the past, I've written all fics in one document, proof-read it, then submitted it, but it's a very tedious task. I thought I'd try something different. The catch with this story is the ending. Remember, all of what I write are in the the same series, so this does connect. You'll just have to wait and see how :-) Anyway, enjoy this one and leave some reviews! I'd love to hear what you all think of this one!
Peter Pan had taken Henry Mills's life before the search party had even reached them. Every goose chase that he sent Emma and the group was just a sadistic game of his, a slap in the faces of each and every adult.
Regina and Emma had been the first ones to arrive, and the first ones to find their son's departed body on the ground. As the Lost Boys chanted in victory, the rest of the heroes were ready to fight, though it never came to that. Pan and his friends had gotten what they wanted; the Heart of the Truest Believer.
As the women flocked to their fallen son, the last things they were thinking about were the labels they had been given: the Queen and the Savior. In those horrific moments, they were neither of those people, but mothers who had lost their son. They didn't care that their skin brushed each other's when Regina hugged Henry to her chest, and they didn't care that they were crying in front of one another. All they cared about, all that mattered, was that Henry was gone. And he was never coming back.