Thump! Thump! Thump!

Annoyed, Pan tossed the covers back and slid from the bed. Kyla sighed and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Whoever it was obviously didn't know the meaning of the word early. Pan and Kyla had been up most of the night talking about what they would do after they found their daughter. Most of it was Kyla threatening his life over and over. She didn't care what happened to her as long as their daughter was safe.

He remembered vividly the night they created that little person. It hadn't been too long after their lives had been bound together. They had found out the hard way that separating would kill them both. He would never forget his knees buckling as the breath was ripped from his lungs. He hadn't known at the time what had been happening, but he had dragged himself from the kitchens to the library to find her. Kyla had been writhing on the floor in utter agony. He had crawled over the dumped table to get to her. Once he'd touched her, their pain had ended immediately.

After testing theories, they had found they couldn't be more than a floor between them. They had made their lives work. Wherever Kyla went, Pan was sure to follow. Even on missions. He was very skilled at manipulation and could get what he wanted.

However, his magic never worked on destroying the bond that had been forced upon him. Kyla had never seems bothered by it, but Pan had not needed or wanted to be with anyone. He had even given his son up to make sure he had not been tied down. Yet here he was, bound to a woman who didn't love him. She barely tolerated him.

And yet nearly a month after they had been bound together, they had gotten drunk and had a wild night. Kyla had always been composed, but that night had shown him she was capable of so much more.

From that night on, he had shared her bed because if he hadn't he was frozen cold. Kyla was his only warmth.

That warmth had nose dived when she had told him she had been expecting his child. She had also said it had been none of his responsibility since he had abandoned his first son. His only downside was he couldn't leave her.

A happy, healthy baby girl had been born nine months later. Kyla had been in labor for two days before Mirran screamed out into the world. The baby had changed his views on life. He hadn't taken care of his son but this girl showed that people can change. He had changed a tiniest. He was still mischievous but he watched out for the babe.

"Pan!"

He wrenched the door open and Hook pushed his way in. The pirate didn't even look around before he shoved the other man up against the wall. His metal hook was pressed against the shorter man's temple.

"What are you doing here?" Hook demanded.

Peter laughed. "Nice to see you too, Killian."

"You're supposed to be dead."

"The Underworld has some really funny rules. Apparently the ruler likes to set his favorite daughter up to keep his favorite reject under wraps. Speaking of which..."

His words trailed off as he ducked. Hook turned around just in time to dodge the metal that whistled towards his head. He came face to face with an angry blond in underwear and a tank top.

"Killian Jones, meet Kyla Graywater, Amazonian daughter of Hades. Adopted daughter, but daughter nonetheless. Kyla, Killian Jones. Otherwise known as Captain Hook."

"Call off your deranged mutt."

Pan laughed. "I don't control her. She did this because you barged in."

"Pan?" Kyla said. Her gaze and her sword never wavered.

He sighed. "He won't attack. Not since you know you could lose your head instead of your hand."

The woman dropped her sword and retreated across the hotel room. Sheathing the impressive metal, she propped it up by the bathroom door then crawled back in the bed. Laying down, she faced the two men and watched them.

"Where did you find her?" Hook asked.

Pan looked back at his companion briefly. "Like I said. The underworld has funny rules, but you're not here to figure out who my lady friend is."

"I saw you last night when you were shopping for groceries. I saw you die, killed by your own son. Yet here you are. And let me guess. Gold doesn't know you're here."

"He probably does by now. Everyone here is a gossip. You probably know why I'm here."

"If I did, I wouldn't be asking."

"I'm looking for a child."

Hook shook his head as it dawned on him. "No! You're not taking another child to Neverland. Not again."

Pan waved his hand in front of his face. "It's not like that. The child is mine."

Now the pirate was just confused. "Gold is a man now. Not a child. Neal was killed. Henry is a teenager."

The woman rustled in the bed, turning over. "The child is mine and she's missing."

Pan nodded. "The child is ours. We've been searching for her. Her last known whereabouts was here. In Maine. Not Storybrooke. We came to find Emma to help our search."

Hook's brow furrowed. "How did you make a child?"

Kyla stirred again. "That's a popular question. The answer is when two people have a dalliance with no contraception, a child is a product. That's how a man centuries old can have a child."

"Has she always been this snarky?"

Pan laughed. "Ever since I've known her."

The woman stood up and padded to the bathroom. Slamming the door closed, both men heard the water begin to run.

"She tolerates me on most days. On others, I just follow along quietly. It's like we're a married couple. Except she runs the show," Pan explained.

He sat on the bed and folded his legs under him. "Tell me what has happened. What of my family?"

Hook raised an eyebrow. "You mean the family that you abandoned and hates you?" Pan sighed at the reminder. "Your grandson is dead, you have another grandson, and Henry graduates high school this year. Emma is married to me. And the Charmings have a new baby as well. Everyone is fine and dandy. And no one wants you here."

"I'll be leaving once we find the child, and I will never be back. Kyla doesn't like this realm. Too much noise. She didn't sleep much last night. And wherever she goes. I have to as well."

"You don't seem that excited to leave. Or to be with an attractive woman like that."

"You're right. I don't like being attached to someone who doesn't trust me. Unfortunately I have to trust her to stay alive. The child was just an accident, but she has lowered her defenses because in her culture women run the household and take care of the children. Because her child is missing, she's cold and closed off. She will stop at nothing to find that girl, and I have no choice but to follow along."

"You didn't want the child, did you?"

The Pied Piper laughed. "No. I don't. I gave up my son so I could be a youth again, remember? I'll live as long as Kyla lives but she's a mother."

Hook shook his head. "You're also a father. You helped create that child. You'll be doing that woman a disservice not to help raise her considering your circumstances."

"You're telling him things he's already heard," Kyla called from the bathroom. Neither one had heard the water shut off.

She pulled open the door and steam rolled out. She emerged fully dressed with her long hair fully braided.

"I'm the youngest of six sisters but I'm the only one who has a child with her bonded villain. Pan was told of the ways of my sisters and clan. He took it literally and plays with magic. He enjoys his days which the other men are not allowed to do. His whole existence is to help us repopulate. He's too much of a cad to look over his hands to see what he had and has. I just let him do what he wants as long as he keeps that smart mouth shut."

Pan was astounded. That was the most he had ever heard his bonded speak. Usually she was soft-spoken and thoughtful, only speaking when necessary. She was a much better fighter than he was, but he had enchanted her sword so it would pierce even the hardest of metals. Yet she had never thanked him.

"Do you all go by the name Graywater?" Hook asked. Kyla quirked an eyebrow. "From what I know about Amazon tribes, you choose your surname based on where you lived. Hades had to have a different realm for his warriors."

"We lived by the River Gray. All my tribe is the Graywater tribe. My oldest sister is the leader of the tribe." She crossed her arms at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"If Emma has the girl's name and appearance, she can find someone who takes a liking to those names."

"It has to be someone we know," Pan mused. He felt Kyla's rage start building. "We have unlimited guards on the tribal lands. Men who protect the young ones. No one gets in or out without them knowing. Plus my magic makes it even harder. There was only one place where my magic was weakest and that was our home. Someone had to have taken the girl from there."

Hook watched some sort of emotion play across Kyla's face. It was gone before he could pinpoint it, but it wasn't happy or angry. It was almost sad.

She turned on him. "Did you take my child?"

Pan canted his head towards her, anger etched on his young face. "What?"

"Did you take Mirran?"

"Why would you ask me that?"

"You're the only one who knows that our home is the cornerstone of you forcefield. You would have ample opportunity to take her."

"I may not want to be a father to any child, but I would never take the one under our roof. My life depends on your survival. If you go into battle, I have to. If you die, I die. That's the agreement I made to keep from eternal fire."

"Keep that in mind, Pan. Because if I find out you're to blame in this, I will take her back to River Gray and end us both."

She ripped open the door to their room, banging it so hard on the wall it almost flew off the hinges. Pan quickly grabbed a shirt and shoes because the pain what already started to set in. Kyla was on a separate floor and the bond was starting to hurt. If he didn't hurry, they'd both be in agonizing heaps on the ground.

He looked at Hook. "We'll discuss this later." Then he followed after the angry woman.