Sorry that I had to delete this story for a day or two, but I wanted to rewrite it and add the previous second chapter to the first. Sorry again! Enjoy, Tootles.

I don't own: OUAT, Peter Pan, or Elizabeth! ( I wish )

chapter one

The sound of the crackling wind was all that Elizabeth could hear during the late night that filled her over-sized living chambers in the Enchanted Forest. She usually left the windows shut but do to the heat of the summer nights she left it open. Also by doing so she could smell the seas breeze fill her nostrils with the excess amount of salt in the air, and it calmed her. For being the daughter of an ex-pirate and a princess the seas always calmed her. But tonight the wind was blowing in a fit and gusting in all directions. The glass on her windows could not take much more for the small frames sounded as they would crack if held open a second longer. So the teen-aged girl uncovered herself and slowly stretched her back as she began to stand up. When she heard a noise similar to one of a humans foot step she dashed around quickly to see if anyone was there. Not to her surprise when she looked around her room, to the fireplace over to her closet and vanity, then again to the window a few steps from her larger-than-life four poster bed. Then after finally glancing around the room she went back to the window to close the fragile snaps shut. Then looking down in her attire was a tight pair of leather trousers and a lose dark forest green shirt. And what came to mind is that,-

"How fitting, you look just like your father." A voice snapped as she dashed around and pulled a small dagger from her belt as she looked around. Then she realized the tone of voice that was being used, a low rasped teen-aged boy voice was at play. When he walked out into the light, she saw him, his dirty blond messy hair and his piercing green eyes. She thought they were emeralds tainted with what exactly, envy, revenge, bitterness, or was that almost... forgiveness?

When she snapped out of her trace at the handsome boy she knew where he was from and what his roll played.

He was Peter Pan.

"Peter what are you doing here, my parents will kill you if they knew you were in here!" She said as her tone softened and he looked and her like a hurt puppy would look at its owner while she put the blade away.

"Elizabeth I need to talk to you, please, let me just talk to you."

"Peter, right now is probably the worst time to want to talk to me." She replied hoarsely and sharp.

He took a few steps closer and reached for her hands to tangle them within his own. All he wanted was for her to look at him, but little did he know why she would avoid his gaze from him. She turned around and grasped her hands away from him as well as to turn around while she covered her hand to her mouth, and he was lead to think that her eyes were clenched shut and tears straining form her soft ice blue eyes she inherited from her captain father. To his surprise she was. She was like her mother, and did not show her emotions willingly or often. So when he stood in front of her again this time putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling her into a gut wrenching hug. Then after silence fell for what felt like hours she calmed herself and sunk into his embrace. When he pushed away ever so slightly to look at her face, all he said was,-

"My darling, what's wrong, I can see and feel your sadness from the pendant I got you."

Elizabeth took a moment to finally collect herself before speaking again.

"Peter, I will have to grow up tomorrow and I won't be able to visit you anymore, I-I...I don't want to lose you." Then she broke down into his clutches and began to cry her heart out again.

Elizabeth was crown heir to her parents thrown and was turning 18 in the morning, meaning she would have suitors pushed in her face and unable to stop the madness.

" You know what tomorrow is Peter, and that entitles that I will have to grow up."

The look on his face was pure anxiety and dread, for he did not want his princess to grow up.

"What if we became known to your father's court."

"Peter are you mad. My father would not think a second thought for your head on a silver platter, then I would lose you permanently."

" No Elizabeth, not as myself, but a spell to change my appearance to others but you. Meaning you could see me, but all your parents and kingdom would she is a complete stranger."

" How is that possible. I have looked over and over again threw my Uncle Rumple's magic books finding nothing of the sort. How..."

"Neverland has more than just pixie-dust my dear. As long as you wear the pendant you will be able to see my face, but if you take it of you will not see me but another prince's."

He said this while waving his hand over the green emerald that shined over the darkness of her cloths.

"And this way I can work as a serving boy to the castle, your parents will never know, only you. So how about we seek a grand entrance with the king and queen and you apply me as the helping boy in the royal kitchens. That way, one I can see you every day, and two not be far from your side. Sound good?" He replied with haste and utterance in his eyes and voice.

"But then you will not be in Neverland and you will age. What about your precious island and the lost boys?"

" Elizabeth, my dear, do you not realize what i'm doing? I would gladly give up Neverland to be by you. Plus the lost boys can handle themselves, unless Felix plays my pipes to alert my of danger."

"Is that true, would you really give up everything for me?"

She asked now with a small tear of joy hoping that this moment would stay forever in place and Peter comfort her forever, As he began to speak all she heard was-

" Yes, I...-"

For he was cut off trying to say that he would do anything for her. She reached for the fabric where his chest would be and pulled him into a passionate kiss that could only be explained with one word.

LOVE.

After she pulled away from him, she blushed a cherry red color and averted her eyes only to feel his warm fingers touch under her chin and pull her towards him only to meet his lips again. Then he slowly cupped her face with both of his hands and for her to curl her fingers into his mangled blond hair. Then it only escalated from there with sigh escape her lips. She had hoped he didn't hear it ,but since they were the only two making noise in her apartment, she blushed an even deeper shade of pink. Now more than ever was he so in love with this girl, he didn't care about the stupid spell changing his appearance but her... only her. After a few seconds past, she felt a tear slip down her cheek. Elizabeth couldn't control it because she finally knew how Peter felt about her.

She quickly returned to reality when she heard the footstep of heavy boots, and the only person who wore heavy heeled boots in the kingdom was naval officers and the king, but her father was both.

"Peter...PETER, we have to stop my father is coming!"

She said as she heard the knob to her door twist and Peter looked at her with his forehead pressed to hers with confused and concerned eyes. Then the next moment was a blur. Peter hid with his invisibility and Elizabeth tried in the second that she was given to compose herself and smooth her blond curls when her father came in.

"Really Dad, 18 years and you still haven't learned to knock."

" Sorry little swan, the guards told me they heard you talking to someone. I just needed to check that one of the serving boys has not have you rolled around his finger."

Before she allowed him to say anything else she retorted," Father I am fine, I was speaking to one of my maids, and on the subject of serving boys I have one you I would like you to meet. He is a good friend of mine and requires a little extra coins for his home." Killian's heart was booming through his chest when she mentioned knowing one of the boy who would like a job at the castle. She continued.

"I was thinking for him to work in the kitchen's with Granny and Red, I know they will teach him well and keep him straight. Plus we need a few extra hands around the kitchen. Don't you think so father?"Killian responded with a simple nod and then spoke.

"Okay, tonight or tomorrow morning I will talk to your mother and we will have a public court to decide what to do with the boy. Goodnight little swan."

He responded as he approached her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Killian also saw her bruised lips and tear stained eyes. This worried him, but he pushed it aside and let her have her space. Killian then walked out of his daughter's room and closed the door slightly, than altogether. After closing the door, he walked up to one of the guards and asked him a question.

" Are you positive that you heard a boys voice?"

The guard looked Killian in his eyes and said, " We heard rasps of a voice and your daughter say Peter quite a lot."

At the word Peter, Killian froze and ran directly back to Elizabeth's room.

To Elizabeth and Peter, after her father left he reappeared behind Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her waist while he also rested his chin on her shoulder. Elizabeth sunk into his embrace and let Peter hold both their weight. He noticed how hard it was for her to hold herself up and stay standing. So Peter then picked her up bridal style and carried her to her side of the bed.

"Rest now, I will see you in the morning." He said this and turned on his heels, but as the fire in her touch rested on his hands, she drew him closer to the side of her bed. She needed the warmth and comfort of his embrace to sooth her worries of her never being able to see him again. She wanted him to never leave because if he did, she was sure that he would never be aloud to return to her.

" Stay with me, Peter, please. I don't want you to leave me."

He nodded because he could not refuse a lady in command a no. As she stretched again the door flew open and Peter had used his magic to hide again. No wonder he was king of the lost boy's, he was cunning, quick, and in her father's words " devilishly handsome".

" Father, why have you come back?" She asked to him with his breath caught in his windpipe and panting heavily.

"The guards told me... that you... said the... name... Peter." He spit the last word out with anger and disgust. She knew what Peter had done to them, her parents, but didn't care for he was an anchor that held her steady and she was a sun to him, he revolved around her when he was close he was away, he was meaningless in his mind. They were drawn into each other from the start.

" No father, like I told you, I was talking to the maids."

He trusted her and then simply said goodnight one last time and closed the door swiftly, but quietly so his beautiful swan couldn't hear him and awaken. Emma was grumpy if she was to be awoken before she needed to be.

Peter waited a few moments before reappearing again and planted a soft kiss on her hair line and moved to sit beside her. All she could smell now were the woods, dirt, and him. Peter then hugged her. Elizabeth made the next move and drew away from him, and tucked herself in. Peter flew a few feet above her and landed on the other side before he laid down himself. She relaxed at his touch again and nuzzled her head into his chest, while he wrapped his arm over her waist and they were both consumed in each other. They felt as their bodies were puzzle pieces that found its partner after years of searching. Soon after they both fell asleep and drifted into there new Neverland, together.

Elizabeth woke that morning feeling nothing but a warmth engulf her in happiness. Then she stirred to see Peter admiring her from a foot away. He looked at her with loving eyes and a lopsided grin. Oh how she wanted nothing more to just stay in his arms, but they had to get up to start the day or else someone would notice .

The dawning sun was rising and that meant that the maids would come to dress her and bathe her as well. So when she was still dazed with sleep, she felt his calloused hands rub circles on her cheek. Their bodies were still intertwined with the other's and wanting rest, but as Peter and Elizabeth knew well That they could not stay like this for much longer. She pecked a kiss onto Peter's cheek as she felt his face go warm from blushing. She let out a small laugh and sigh all at once to inform him that he was being silly.

" Well look at this, I made the infamous Peter Pan blush with a simple kiss."

" Good morning to you to, little swan." He said this with a boyish grin and then kissed the side of Elizabeth's lips with envy for the taste of strawberries that always existed there.

"Hey you can't call me little swan, that's what my father calls me, how about just darling or swan?"

"Well you aren't my daughter, you're my love." His eyes caring as he looked at her again without falter.

" Then you decide, lost boy." She said with fire and compassion hidden in the back of her words. That broke him and he raced to pull her closer as they heard the giggles of young maids and girls from the court yard, but he still kissed her anyway, caring less who they heard as long as the door did not open to reveal them. When he pulled away from the passionate kissed she had just lost, he was moving towards her ear instead of getting up, but he wasn't kissing her but said something in a whisper.

" For you are far to precious to me to be called a simple word. If it were up to me you would be a queen, but that's were I'm wrong, you already are, not to this kingdom but to me."

With his silence she had let tears roll down her cheeks and pecked his lips before staring back at him and placing her forehead on his.

" Do you truly think that, that I could rule you from just a simple smile or kiss."

" My darling, you would enslave me to your charms and I would become an addict to you and your personality. Wanting more day in and day out." Before he continued he cleared his throat as if to make a speech," Elizabeth, darling, I love you far more than you can imagine. I would go to the end of this world and cross realms if it meant getting you back to my side, because that's were we both belong. Together."

Now the tears would not stop, but when she looked into Peter's eyes she saw that they were glassy and he was trying hard not to cry. So she answered him with a smile and a reassuring comment.

" I love you too, Peter, I love you so much."

Then she reached up to cup his face with her hand and pull them closer into a undeniable kiss, but not just any kiss, this time it felt different, this was true love's kiss, and now the tears fell.