A/N: So this is my attempt to write a fic in less than 30 minutes. Hope you like.

I paced angrily. "Ugh that little witch." I growled to myself. There was nothing worse than being thwarted by my spoilt chit of a sister. My heels started to leave dents in the wooden floor, but what did I care? Regina's pretty little castle could do with some scuffing up. The old Wizard alighted on the balcony and chittered to me his report. "What do you mean they've already left?!" I snapped, advancing on the cowardly little creature. "I told you to keep me informed if they got close to a way back. NOT report THAT they found a way back!" I smacked the creature across the cheek and just a small bit of my rage was quelled at the sight of him tumbling to the floor. Monkeys never were that sturdy.

I turned away from the monkey and was about to begin pacing again when I found a small shadow beckoning to me. I frowned, and it urged me closer yet again. I had never seen this creature before. We didn't have any in Oz, that's for sure. "Can you speak?" I asked curiously, keeping my distance. It shook it's head, and the Monkey cowered from the dark form. "What do you want?" It flew a little closer and beckoned again. I quirked my head, Regina was nothing as a magician because of her caution. She had too many things she loved, and she had my Rumple to coddle and protect her. I am the risk taker. I am better than she is, and there is nothing in any of the universes that can make the wicked witch of the west cower in fear.

I reached out and took the shadow's hand.

I have only felt this sensation once. The movement between realms. It was so much cleaner with my ruby slippers. Of course it was far harder to take someone along with those, but it made travel across the realms rather simple. All I needed was a hatter to help me get my stupid pet to come with me. As much as I disliked the creature, his infectious nature was rather useful at times. I plan on making good use of him once we get to my sister's quaint little curse town.

My musings were halted by the voice of a very young man who sounded very much like a native of the Emerald city. "So you've arrived have you? I'm glad to see my shadow didn't scare you off." He radiated a kind of menace I knew well.

"What do you want from me?" I kept my head high and shoulders back. I would not stoop to see the child more clearly no matter how badly my curiosity burned. I would find him out through other means.

"I want to help you with your revenge." I bit back a response quickly. Hasty action could be dangerous. I still had no reason to believe he was my friend any more than those white witch bitches from Oz.

"What revenge would that be again? I'm a rather busy woman if you didn't know child. I don't see how you could help me with anything. Yes Zelena, stay aloof, keep the ball in his court. Regal and impressive.

"Why madame, I am the one and only Peter Pan." He bowed, and glanced up to give me a cheeky grin, "I am a very powerful man myself, and I can see no calling greater than to serve the wicked witch of the west in her quest to destroy the Dark One, and his childish little band of saints."

I offered him my hand and he kissed it readily. "I accept your offer." Perhaps this handsome young man could aid me after all.