I haven't written in a very long time. I have but I haven't published anything in a long while. It feels great to write again. I've been rewatching the series so I wanted to write another Pan story.

This is set at the end of the series. Emma is still in Storybrooke and Henry is still a boy.

Storybrooke, Maine. Home to many fairy tale legends and their spouses. It almost seemed like time stood still for them. A little too still at times.

This was one of those times. Emma Swan sat with her son Henry in Granny's diner enjoying pancakes and hot chocolate. Nothing was out of the normal for them. Henry made his mother laugh in ways many people hadn't. People were reveling in the happy pair because that meant nothing was wrong.

It was like any other typical Saturday. The town was bustling even though it was freezing cold. People were decorating the square for the upcoming Festival of Lights the fairies were putting on. Time was moving again and everyone was excited.

He walked to the corner booth and sat down. He didn't order; just sat there expectantly. The other patrons shifted uncomfortably. They had all heard about the exploits of this man. They knew if his terrible personality and temper and what he did to those he didn't like. Of how he ruled Neverland with an iron fist and liked to cause all kinds of mischief.

Emma slid out of her booth and walked towards him. Ruby sat with Henry in case things got nasty. She stopped right by the table and looked down at the young boy.

He looked up. Intrigue lit his gaze. He didn't speak, just tilted his head expectantly.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

His face lit up. "Never a hello? Always a demeaning tone. Hello, Emma. Nice to see you too."

She scoffed. "Don't play with me, Pan. You kidnapped my son among other things. I don't have a lot of nice things to say to you. I doubt I ever will. Now, why are you here?"

"That would be my fault."

Emma turned at a woman's voice. She was lanky and moved quietly. Even the leather she was wearing didn't make a sound. She looked just as young as Pan, but habit told Emma she was way older. Her blond hair was tied back in a very ancient way, proving her age was something no one could guess.

She walked past Emma and sat down beside Pan. He welcomed her with open arms, keeping one wrapped around her back while the other lay loosely in her lap. He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked up at Emma with a weird kind of smirk.

"You're drawing enough attention to yourself. Sit down and we'll talk," he said.

Emma looked around. Noting the air in the diner, she sat down and looked at them. "Start talking."

"We're looking for something," Pan replied.

"How are you alive?"

"Again, that would be my fault," the woman replied. "I'm Kyla, and the two of us are bonded. Pan can't die as long as I'm alive. Welcome to our screwed up world."

"Live separately. It seems you don't like him."

"That would be amazing, except for one little hitch. We can't be separated for more than an hour. It takes a toll on both of us to the point where Kyla nearly dies. Imagine having your body feel like it's being torn to shreds," Pan explained.

Kyla pierced him with a look that made him smile like an idiot. He liked her but she was indifferent to him. That was probably the reason he was infatuated with her.

"None of this makes any sense," Emma voiced. Kyla looked back at her. "I saw you get sucked into that vortex. I saw you turn into an old man and die. What happened?"

"Kyla's father is a lovely man."

"Pan," she warned him.

He sighed and sat up straight. "We're looking for something very precious. Something that means more to us than you could imagine. Or maybe you could."

Emma was confused. "What?"

"We're looking for a girl named Mirran. She's ten years old in your age, but she's much older since she ages slowly. She's blond headed and blue eyed. She looks exactly like me," Kyla explained.

"Why is she so important?"

"She's our daughter," Pan tossed out. Emma's mouth gaped open. "Don't look so shocked. Mr. Gold is my son. Who says I can't have another child?"

Kyla scoffed then grabbed him by the ear and made him look at her. "Shut up. Every time we ask questions, you run your mouth. I don't care if you know these people. If you mess this up and I can't find my child, I will gut you and damn the consequences."

He smiled and nodded. His look went back to Emma when she let go. "She keeps me in line when my childishness gets in the way. That's what happens when an ancient warrior is your bonded mate."

The other woman sighed. "You talk too much."

Emma looked at Kyla. "Why does your daughter look much younger than she actually is?"

"Time moves slowly and we age at a different rate. In reality, Mirran is nearly 20 but she looks 10. I'm sure I look to be about 25 but in reality I'm much older. I'm nearly eight hundred years older than Pan."

"Ok..." Emma's brain was whirling, "so how does a one thousand year old being have a child?"

Kyla's fave softened into a grin as she laughed. "The same way at twenty-eight year old does. My body is young and very viable. I could have many more children if I wanted."

"Is there anyway you, the Savior, can help us find this girl?" Pan asked. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to find my child."

"Has Peter Pan grown up?" Emma asked. "Your son and great-grandson won't understand."

Pan shook his head. "I won't expect them to. I don't expect anything from them anymore. Not forgiveness or acceptance. That child has taught me that."

"I can take a sample of DNA for both of you and run it through the system. That will show if anyone with those markers has been entered in recently. It's the only thing I can do."

Her gazed traveled to the other woman. "I know what it's like to lose my child. I don't want to see another woman go through the same thing I have been through. I will help as long as you promise to keep Pan out of trouble while you are here."

Kyla's blue eyes were fierce and hard as she stared back. "He's not a fool. He's gone up against two mothers over their son. He won't fight the one who had his child. Especially not the one who holds his life in her hands."

When she turned her head to look at Pan, he met her gaze. Emma watched a silent conversation pass between them. Pan trusted Kyla, and she tolerated him. Their relationship had resulted in a child they had lost.

Pan turned back to her. "I may not be the most well-behaved boy, but this woman holds my life. I wouldn't do anything to endanger my life. I will stay out of trouble."

Emma turned to the front of the diner. "Granny, do you have cotton swabs?"

They sat in silence until the owner returned with her request. Granny snorted derisively then turned away. Pan chuckled quietly as he accepted the little stick.

"Swab it around your mouth. I'll send it off and within a few days, we'll have an answer," Emma said. "Do you have a place to stay?"

"We'll figure it out. As you said, no one wants me here," Pan replied.

Granny returned to the table and thumped down a brass key. The couple looked at her.

"What?" she demanded. "If you find your little girl, she can't sleep out in the cold!" She stormed off once again.

Emma made a face. "I'll talk to you in a few days."

She held up the cotton swabs as she got up as not to contaminate them. She called to Henry and the two left the diner.