Chapter 1

He smiled as a surge of power flooded his being. As he lifted from the rocky floor below up into the air, he threw his head backward and reveled in the moment. Finally. He was finally going to be eternally young and powerful. As he hovered above the ground, power surging through his being, he looked down at the ground below.

On the ground knelt next to Henry's body were Emma, Regina, and Neal. He could see the pain etched on all of their faces, the glowing hourglass reflecting off their tears.

"Henry, it's going to be okay. We'll take you back to Storybrooke and it'll all be okay," said Emma, trying to keep her voice from wavering.

"Their belief will not help them this time," thought Peter Pan as he threw his head backward once more and looked at the ceiling. "Henry is dead and gone. He's never going to come back."

Peter Pan had greedily taken Henry's heart. Was he sorry about it? Not really. When he weighed the facts, he really wasn't eager about dying himself. Yes, he was selfish, but he wasn't about to fix his sin. He had everything he ever wanted for an eternity now and it felt good.

Having Henry's heart inside him, replacing his own magically depleted one, filled him with sudden strength. During the course of the past weeks, he could feel himself dying; he could feel the magic ebbing out of his body in waves. Now it was being replenished with a vengenance. It was like taking a drink of sweet water after dying of dyhydration for weeks. It was such an envigorating feeling.

"I will kill you!" said Emma.

Peter Pan looked back down at them and saw Emma was standing up from the ground. Tears were still fresh on her checks, but he could see the angry fire buring in her eyes. Peter Pan gave her a smirk. She couldn't kill him. He was immortal now.

Before Peter Pan could give her a snarky remark back, he felt something thud hard within his chest. It pounded against his ribs with such a violent force that he clutched his chest in pain.

"What was..."

Again the thump occurred. This time it was so painful it set Peter Pan rushing back toward the ground until he was lying sprawled on his back.

"What is happening to me?"

Peter Pan propped himself up with his elbows just in time to see Emma come toward him, her sword raised above her head as she got ready to strike him.

Another thump. This time Peter Pan gasped out in pain, causing Emma to realize that he was hurting.

"What is it?" she asked, anger lacing her every word. "Are you having an attack of a guilty concious or something?"

"Something's wrong with me," thought Peter Pan as felt another violent thump land against his rib cage.

"Does the shadow have your tongue or something?" asked Emma with a smirk.

Peter Pan tried to think of something sarcastic to say back, but what came out of his mouth next startled him.

"Emma, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're not sorry! If you're sorry, you'd be dead!"

"You're sorry?" asked Emma. She gave off a short laugh before pressing the tip of her sword against his neck. "Sorry won't bring my son back!"

"Look...I wish I could undo it...but he's dead," said Peter Pan.

"Stop being so nice! You don't care if he's dead!"

"Too late for well wishes Pan," said Emma. "I don't care if you're immortal or not. I'll figure out a way to kill you."

"Please...I liked Henry and he wouldn't want you to kill me," stammered Peter Pan.

That's when he felt something wet sliding down his cheeks. He reached up and gasped at the realization. Those were tears falling down his face. Why was he crying? He wasn't sorry! As soon as he thought that, another violent thump.

"How would you know?" said Emma as she got ready for the kill.

"Emma, leave Pan alone for now," shouted out Neal, jerking Emma from her rage. "Regina says that if we have any hope of saving Henry's life, we have to get him back to Storybrooke now!"

Even though Emma wanted to slit Peter Pan's throat, she backed away from him and went back to her son. With the sword now off his neck, Peter Pan sat up. His chest still hurt, but at least the thumping had stopped. Now that the thumping had stopped, he could think clearly again. However, before he could think too long, he was overcome with an incredible wave of guilt. Guilt? He tried to tell himself he wasn't sorry, but he couldn't because it was no longer true. That's when Peter Pan realized the terrifying truth.

Peter Pan looked at Emma as she scooped up Henry in her arms. Regina, Neal, and Emma started to make their way toward the stairs. He had to stop them and tell them what was happening.

Peter Pan rose from the ground and ran up to Emma, grabbing her tightly by the arm.

"Emma, wait!"

Emma stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Peter Pan. She saw the bewildered look in his eyes and wondered what was going on, but shook it off as one of Pan's manipulation tactics.

"What do you want Pan? You're not going to stop me! If you try, I'll kill you."

"It's Henry's heart...it's..."

"I don't care what my son's heart is doing unless it's beating inside his body!" screamed out Emma.

She turned his back on him once more and disappeared down the stairs with Regina and Neal.

Peter Pan sat down on the ground to ponder his predicament. He never thought in a million years that this would happen to him. He had thought taking the heart of the truest believer would grant him immortality and power for life. And it had. He could feel the magical power surging through every part of his body.

What he hadn't realized was that having the heart of the truest believer inside him had changed him a lot more than magically. Now he was no longer a bad guy. Having Henry's heart inside him had changed him into a good guy.

AN: I know I based it off the recent episode of "Once Upon A Time", but I couldn't help myself. Please review if you would like to see this continue. Thank you for reading!