2 months had passed.

2 painfully long months, but I knew that this was how it had to happen. The others, well they had to believe he was dead. They had to think that for the first time in his whole existence that he'd finally lost... but that was just it... Peter Pan never loses. Never. I stand in the middle of the dark, damp cave in silence as I watch the man in front of me. He's older than me, and radiates power even though he shouldn't have any. I take a silent step forward, my bare feet lightly grazing the damp stone beneath me. This man had died... many months ago, but he didn't die alone. The man killed his father, and himself in an attempt to save others. This man killed his father... a man that looked like a boy until moments before his death. But even I knew that Peter wasn't gone... and neither was the man in front of me. I made sure of that when he left with the ship that sailed away into the night. I made sure that if anything happened... anything at all that Peter would be safe. I freeze in place when I see the man stir in his sleep ever so slightly. He does not awaken, and he will not for a few days, but I was still fearful. I do not know much about the man in my presence, but I know not to mess with him. I don't flinch when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I instead, invite it. I lean back ever so slightly before I feel his breath against my neck. His hauntingly cruel chuckle echoes in my ear as he too watches the man in front of us. He kisses my neck lightly before I dare to speak.

"Who is he?"

I ask him as he kisses the side of my head gently.

"You already know."

He whispers carelessly in response, as his grip on me tightens.

"He'll wake soon."

I state almost silently as his chuckle is once again heard, and this time it sends shivers up my spine.

"I know..."

He rasps.

"... You've done a good job my little flower."

His voice is sweet, and intoxicating. Delicious, and poisonous... just as it's always been. His time away from me, and this place didn't change that. I turn to look at him, my eyes meeting his smirk before I see anything else. He looks to be about 17, and is one of the most handsome boys I've ever seen, but he isn't just a boy... no.. he's vicious when he wants to be. Manipulative, sweet, and down right villainous. I don't know how I've managed to stand by his side for this long, and somehow manage to stay out of the way. Almost no one knew about me on the island except him, and Felix.

"I did as you told me."

I whisper in response to his previous words of praise... I had almost forgotten that he'd said anything... I was too distracted by his face, and that smirk.

"Of course you did."

He states this smugly as I sigh looking from him to the ground of the cave. It's cold in here, and yet when he moves forward to touch me all I feel is heat.

"Don't get arrogant with me Peter Pan."

I state almost bitterly as he chuckles.

"Don't talk back to me Tigerlily."

I narrow my eyes at him before tucking some of my long black hair behind my ear. I don't want to fight, not when I'd just got him back. He's the king of Neverland, and I feared him more than anything else in this world. I glance over my shoulder to look at the man still laying on the ground.

"What is his name?"

I knew who the man was, but I didn't know his name...

"Rumpelstiltskin."

He states simply as more chills seem to move through me.

"Your son is the dark one?"

It shouldn't surprise me. Peter Pan wasn't an easy person to live with, and I couldn't imagine he was any better at being a father... Maybe with a childhood like that anyone would turn to darkness. Being abandoned wasn't something that people took lightly.

"Yes, turns out he grew up to be something after all."

He states this as though he's proud, but all it does is infuriate me.

"He is your son..."

I state turning back to face him.

"... Do you not care for him at all?"

I ask as he chuckles, he finds my displeasure to be funny.

"If I cared for him, my little flower, I would've used his heart to enact the curse, not Felix's."

I feel my eyes widen when he says this... He used his most loyal lost boy to start a curse? A curse that didn't even need to be started? I look at him and feel like I could burst with anger.

"You are without a doubt the most cowardly person I have ever met."

I state through clenched teeth, but I regret it the second I say it. I can see how his green eyes seem to grow a shade darker, and his jaw clenches ever so slightly. He moves his hands to my body quickly before pushing me up against the wall of the cave, knocking the wind out of me. It all happened so quick that I didn't even have time to process it.

"Do you want go in a cage too? Just like Wendy huh? Is that what you want?"

I glare up at him as his smirk grows, and his eyebrows raise ever so slightly. Once again this is a game to him.

"At least when she was locked away she didn't have to deal with you..."

My words sound like venom when I say them, and I know I've struck a nerve. He lets go of me, but doesn't move from my side.

"...At least she got away from you, along with the other boys. I only wish Felix saw through you the way the others did."

I hold myself feeling bruising from his prior touch, but I don't know why it bugs me... this isn't the first time he's been rough with me. His chest rises and falls in a steady pattern before he reaches out to touch me again. His right hand wraps around my jaw as he guides me to look up at him.

"You will not speak to me like that..."

He states through clenched teeth.

"... You forget that I'm still in charge, and I won't let anyone speak that way to me."

He closes the small gap between us his body pressing against mine, and his hand still wrapped around my jaw. It isn't the first time he's been close to me... I can still remember all of our secret nights when he'd come looking for me. His little secret flower blooming in the moonlight... this wasn't the first time he's touched me, or made me angry. We had a history, and it haunts me to this very day. He leans in slowly before pressing his lips to mine. He is slow, and sweet in his touches, but I know he's only doing this to distract me. To rid my mind of the anger, to get the spark raging inside of me once more. He knew I missed him, and that I missed his lips. He lets go of my jaw after a few seconds as the kiss deepens ever so slightly. But after a few more seconds he stops before pulling back to look at me, there isn't an expression on his face, but I can still read him. He's going to leave me again. He takes a step back from me, and I sigh looking at the ground once more.

"Do you regret it?.."

I ask.

"... Do you regret killing Felix?"

He sighs.

"No. I did what I had to survive. He was just part of that."

I close my eyes when he says this feeling my throat ache and sadness fill me completely. Felix was the only person I've ever spoken to since coming onto the island... well other than Peter. I feel a tear run down my cheek, but when I open my eyes I am alone again. I look around the cave and sigh before sliding down to the ground, my back brushing the cave wall. I look at Rumpelstiltskin, and cry because I know no once can hear me. In this moment I am alone with my thoughts... and none of them are even close to lovely.