Neil was alive. And Emma was slipping through Hook's fingers with every minute that passed. Killian sat down and took another swig of whiskey from his flask. He savored the burning sensation. It felt almost as if it were purging his body and mind of all desire for her. He relished in the pain.

What a fool I am, he thought to himself, to ever think I even deserve to love again.

"Can't argue with you on that."

Killian turned around to see his old foe leaning up against a tree wearing a cocky and malicious grin.

"What do you want?" Killian asked with a sharp bitterness in his voice, "Can't you just leave me in peace?"

Pan slowly made his way over to the pirate; each step slow and deliberate.

"I need your services again, Killian. Just like the old days." He said as he flashed a smile. "Henry is proving more difficult than I anticipated. And you're going to either help me fix that, or find me a new boy to take his place."

Growing drunk and belligerent, Killian attempted to spit at the boy and replied, "I refuse to be part of your sick games any more. And Henry's family will find him before you have any chance to harm him."

Giving a soft and condescending chuckle, Pan started to circle around the pirate and said, "You think I haven't had that chance already? The boy is the epitome of goodness, innocence, and youth. And watching that innocence begin to rip away from his soul and feed into my power? It was so sweet and satisfying" He grinned maliciously, "...But he is still proving more difficult than the rest have been", he continued as the frustration contorted Pan's face for a brief moment. "Because he still has hope. And in order to crush that hope, I need to make him a true lost boy. So either get rid of his family or get me another boy."

Killian threw down his flask in an outburst of anger.

"I'm not bloody doing it! Get someone else to do your bidding. Because it damn well won't be me."

The pirate turned away from Pan and stormed off towards the forest. But he barely took four steps before the boy appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Pan stepped closer and put his face mere inches away from Killian's.

"You think that's wise? Would you rather find me some useless boy off the streets no one will miss, or would you rather me continue to defile your dear Emma's child?" Pan said in a threatening and venomous voice. "You should have heard his pathetic whimpers when I held him down and touched him in places he'd never been touched before. And watched the spirit drain out of his eyes and fill with a cold, empty, hardness instead. He's already weakened to me. "

"You wicked demon. I will have no part in this!" Killian shouted before attempting to storm off again. But this time, he found himself unable to move; frozen into place.

"That's a shame, Killian. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this."

And with a wave of Pan's hand, Killian saw the flask appear in his own hand and felt his arm involuntarily press it up to his lips. Unable to control his body, Killian forcefully poured the entire contents of the flask into this mouth, choking and coughing on his own whiskey.

"You'll thank me for that later." Pan said as he forcefully shoved the unsteady pirate up against a nearby tree while the vines crept up to secure his hands behind him. Pulling out his knife, Pan pressed the blade threateningly against Killian's neck.

"You see, Killian. Since you won't help me to procure another boy, I'll be forced to take what I can get. You may not be youthful and far from innocent, but I've noticed that budding goodness start to weaken you. Your love for Emma is your downfall and, lucky for me, makes you not entirely useless." Pan said in a cold, smooth voice as he fixated on the pointed blade pressing into the pirate's soft skin; threatening to break through.

Killian was drunkenly disoriented and couldn't quite comprehend exactly what Pan was getting at. He couldn't possibly use him in the way he had used the lost boys... could he?

It soon became clear to Killian the answer was a resounding "Yes" when Pan suddenly struck him across the face with surprisingly strength. And as soon as he did, Killian could see the boy's eyes set aflame with pure, lustful sadism.

Roughly grabbing Killian by the chin, he hissed, "I've always thought you needed to be put in your place, Killian. And now I have reason to do just that."

Pan swiftly moved his hand down Killian's neck and firmly squeezed tight; first with one hand, and then with two. Killian's eyes widened in the surprise and pain as he felt his wind pipe being crushed and he's body begging for oxygen to get through. But Pan knew just how to do it; give them brief moments of air only to hold his grip even tighter than before.

Just as Killian was about to pass out, Pan loosened his grip, pulled him roughly by the collar and looked him dead in the eyes with pure callous.

"Don't you remember, Killian? I own you."