Cold was the night. Shadows darken Neverland, the pale moon barely able to light up the island. A silhouette moved silently through the forest.
Killian Jones tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable on the forest floor. Not too far from his unsettled body lay the slumbering savior, her mother and father curled up by her feet. Gentle snores were emitted from Neal's mouth, and his father watched over him, not ready to let go of his boy so soon after finding him again.
Hook sat up after realising that his attempts to sleep were useless. His movements were only noticed by the Dark One, and whilst distaste was displayed clearly on his face, he seemed to understand why the one handed pirate couldn't sleep. He had been in Neverland trying to escape oh so many years ago. He had never thought that he would willingly return.
"So." The Dark One startled Killian out of his thoughts. "We seem to have a common goal now, don't we pirate?" Said pirate glared at him. "Aye, that we do Crocodile." He raised an eyebrow. "There is something you may need want to know about Pan. It may help you understand why I am the way I am." Hook thought about this for a few moments. "Why would you help me, of all people? We've been fighting for a century, ever since you killed Milah and CHOPPED OFF MY BLOODY HAND!" Hook whisper-shouted angrily. Rumplestilstskin smirked and said "I may as well. We ate both trying to save Henry after all. Let me take you back to when I was a young boy, Hook."