Neverland - Past

We'd been in and out of Neverland for years now. Dad always said it was so I could grow up, but so we would also live until we got revenge

"Catherine." I moved from my place on the deck to my father's side.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"We need to go ashore," he told me.

"So?" We'd gone ashore in Neverland before, what was so different now?

"So, I need you to come with us, but this time we're going after the Dreamshade." I took a deep breath.

"Dreamshade?" I asked him with wide eyes. "How are we to get it without getting cut then being stuck here forever?"

"I know of a way, but we'll have to be careful when grabbing it," he said.

"Because it's a giant bush full of toxic thorns, I know," I told him rolling my eyes. "Just tell me when to be ready," I said before going to another part of the ship. My dad hated going ashore in Neverland. It was because of the Demon, as he called the ruler of this land. I'd never met him thanks to Dad and his keeping me away from him and the Lost Boys. I felt something behind me and turned to see the Shadow staring at me. I just stared at it slightly in fear and doing my best not to show it.

"What do you want?" I asked it. It just stared at me before grabbing my arm and pulling me up and towards the island.

Storybrooke - Present

I was at the hospital with Mary Margaret's class while they hung up decorations wishing the patients well. Someone patted my shoulder, and I turned to see Henry in the ICU next to an unconscious man.

"Who's that?" I asked motioning to the man with my head.

"John Doe," Mary Margaret told me before I followed her into John Doe's room.

"Henry," Henry turned to look at us. "We could really use your help with the decorations."

"Is Mr. Doe going to be okay, Miss Blanchard?" Henry asked looking at the sleeping man.

"His name's not John Doe, honey. That's just what they call people when they don't know who they are," Mary Margaret explained him.

"Do you know who he is?" Henry asked her.

"Nope. I just bring him flowers on my rounds," Mary Margaret explained.

"What's wrong with him?" Henry asked.

"I don't know. He's been like this as long as I've been volunteering," Mary Margaret told him.

"Does he have any family or friends?" Henry asked.

"Since we don't know his name, no," I told him. "At least not right now. When he wakes up, I'm sure he'll tell us what his name is."

"So, he's all alone."

"For now," I corrected. "But if there's one thing we can learn from your fairy tales, their's always hope."

"You sure you don't know him?" Henry asked us. I just looked at her and shrugged my shoulders.

"Course I'm sure. Come on. You shouldn't be in here," Mary Margaret told him. We all walked out of the room and continued decorating the hospital.

"I found my grandpa!" Henry ran into the room with a broad grin on his face.

"I thought Emma didn't know her parents?" I asked him looking up from my homework. Regina was working late again, so I was home with Henry.

"She will, one day. I know it," he told me, and I shook my head.

"So you mean you found Snow White's husband?" I asked him for clarification.

"Prince Charming," he said opening his book to the page with Snow White and Prince Charming. "And I found your dad." He flipped through his book, and I looked down at the man in the photo. He had a smirk on his face and was holding onto a rope.

"Who is he?" I asked him.

"Captain Hook," Henry told me smiling. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him.

"So my dad was a villain?"

"Yeah, but don't worry," Henry said. "I'm sure he has his reasons."

"Don't they all?" I asked him, and he just shrugged his shoulders. "Have you seen him around Storybrooke?" I got a good look at the man in the picture.

"Sorry kiddo," I said. "I've never seen him in my life.

Neverland - Past

After the shadow dropped me in the forest, I immediately tried running back to the ocean so I could try and signal my father. I grabbed some small rocks as I ran and pocketed them to use as weapons. I still had my sword and a couple of daggers in my boots, but projectiles aimed the right way could be just as lethal as any blade. Of course, I'd never used rocks as a weapon before, just throwing knives, but it should be about the same. I heard laughing surrounding me, one voice echoing through the forest, and I tried to look around for the person.

"You really think you can outrun me?" a boy shouted. I turned to where I thought the voice was coming from.

"If I knew how to play your little game, then I wouldn't be at such a disadvantage," I called out to him.

"Who said there are any rules?" he laughed.

"There are always rules on this island," I said glaring into the woods.

"Only if I make them," I froze at those words. Only one boy could control the island I was standing on.

"What do you want with me?" I asked him, keeping the fear from my voice the best I could.

"Shall we play a game?" he asked. His voice was coming from behind me now, and I took a deep breath before turning.

"I don't play games," I said.

"If you and your father continue wanting to be allowed to come and go from this place, then you will play my game."

"And to think I thought blackmail was beneath Peter Pan," I said sarcastically.

"I'm not blackmailing you," he laughed, and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. "We're making a deal."

"What kind of deal?" I asked him, still not daring to turn around.

"You play my game, and I'll allow you and your father unlimited passage to my island." I thought about it for a moment.

"What's the game?" I asked him. He finally walked in front of me, and my eyes widened. The boy in front of me didn't look any older than I was, yet he controlled the entire island? He looked less like a demon and more like an angel to me.

"The game is simple," he told me with his smirk on his face. "You make it to the shore without me catching you, and I'll never bother you again."

"And the rules?" I asked.

"No rules." I just stared in his blue eyes and thought it over. It was a simple game; he didn't lie, the only problem I was seeing was that he could fly and knew the island like the back of this hand. I'd only come to the island a handful of times and had to follow my father every time. What little I'd seen of the island was what little I'd viewed from the ship and those few times.

"That still leaves me at a disadvantage," I reminded him. "I've barely been on this island while you control it. How fair of a game do you think this will be?" He just smirked at me.

"Who said anything about the game being fair?" he asked me, and I sighed. He was right, of course. With no rules, he could use all the magic he wanted to catch me while I had to run and exhaust my energy on the ground.

"Then I get a head start," I told him.

"Do you now?" he asked as he started to circle me.

"You can fly and control this island. I have to run on the ground and try to find my way to shore when I've never been on this part of the island," I reminded him. "I should get a headstart to even the odds."

"You mean put the odds in your favor," he said, and I remained silent. Even if he agreed to my terms, the chances of me winning this game were slim to none. He moved back in front of me, his smirk still in place, before holding out his hand. "Deal?"

"What do you get if you win?" I asked him, suddenly curious.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked me. "I want you. You will remain on this island while your ship is in the ocean. You will be returned when your father decides to leave on one of his revenge quests."

"And if I win?"

"You never have to see me again." His hand was back out between the two of us, and I just stared at it. As I said, my chances of winning were nearly 0, but playing this game allowed my father and I to come and go as we pleased from Neverland.

"Deal."

Storybrooke - Present

Henry and I were sitting in a booth at the diner when Emma joined us from the bathroom and a very nice black shirt.

"Thanks for the shirt. Hey, is this your mother's?" Emma asked her son.

"She'll never notice," he told her proudly.

"She might," I said holding my fingers away from each other just a bit.

"Where does she think you are, anyway?" Emma asked the two of us.

"Playing Whac-A-Mole," Henry told her.

"And she bought that?" Emma asked with her eyebrow raised.

"She wants to believe it, so she does," he said, and I held back my smile as I shook my head.

"Oh, imagine that."

"She's here," Henry said excitedly, and I turned to see Mary Margaret make her way to us. I scooted over in my seat so she could sit down.

"Hey, don't get your hopes up. We're just getting started, okay?" Emma asked him, and he quickly nodded before she sat down.

"He woke up," Mary Margaret told us and I shared a shocked look with Emma.

"What?" Emma asked her confused.

"I knew it."

"I mean, he didn't "wake up" wake up, but he grabbed my hand," Mary Margaret elaborated.

"He's remembering!" Henry said with a broad grin growing on his face.

"What did the doctor say?" Emma asked her.

"That I imagined it, but I'm not crazy," Mary Margaret told the blonde. "I know it happened."

"We have to go back. You have to read to him again," Henry said jumping up and down in his seat.

"Let's go," Mary Margaret agreed standing up again. Emma quickly jumped up and grabbed the woman's arm to stop her from going anywhere while Henry pulled my me through the diner and out the door.

Once we got to the hospital, we saw the doctor, Graham, and nurses in John Doe's room, but we couldn't see the bed.

"You're right—he's waking up," Henry said excitedly. Sheriff Graham noticed us and left the room to stop us from going further.

"Henry, you should stay back," Graham said.

"What's going on? Is it John Doe? Is he okay?" Mary Margaret asked him.

"He's missing," Graham told us, and I looked back in the room to see Regina in John Doe's room as well. Regina looked out the windows and saw us and immediately approached us.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked looking at Emma before turning to her son. "And you – I thought you were at the arcade. Now you're lying to me?"

"What happened to John Doe? Did someone take him?" Mary Margaret asked, ignoring the mayor.

"We don't know yet. His IVs were ripped out, but there's no sign for sure there's a struggle," Graham told her.

"What did you do?" Henry asked glaring up at his mother.

"You think I had something to do with this?" Regina asked him.

"It is curious that the mayor is here," Emma added.

"I'm here because I'm his emergency contact," Regina told us.

"You know him?" Mary Margaret asked her.

"I found him," Regina corrected. "On the side of the road years ago with no ID. I brought him here."

"Mayor Mills saved his life," Dr. Whale told us.

"Will he be okay?" Mary Margaret asked him.

"Okay? The man's been on feeding tubes for years on constant supervision. He needs to get back here right away or, quite honestly, "okay" might be a pipe dream," Dr. Whale told us.

"Well then, let's quit yapping and start looking," Emma said.

"That's what we're doing? Just stay out of this, dear. And since I clearly can't keep you away from my son, I guess I'm just going to have to keep my son away from you. Enjoy my shirt, because that's all you're getting," Regina said grabbing Henry's shoulder. "Sheriff, find John Doe. You heard Dr. Whale. Time is precious." Regina left with Henry at her side.

"Doctor, how long between your rounds since you last saw him?" Graham asked Dr. Whale.

"Twelve hours or so."

"Then that's what we need to account for."

Mary Margaret and I followed him to the security room where Walter and Leroy were.

"You two were the only employees on the floor last night. And you saw nothing," Graham stated.

"Not a thing," Walter told him.

"Did anyone walk by?" Emma asked.

"I didn't see nothin'," Leroy told her.

"Miss Blanchard, Miss Gold, was there anything unusual you saw during your trip with your class?" Graham asked us.

"I don't think so."

"It was just us, the staff, patients, and the kids," I told him.

"We're looking at the wrong tape," Emma suddenly said and I looked at the tape. "This is the ward where Henry's class put up decorations. If this was really the tape from last night, we'd see the banners the kids hung."

"Tch, you fell asleep again," Leroy said to Walter.

"You selling me out?" Walter asked him.

"I ain't getting fired for this."

"At least I don't drink on the job."

"Gentlemen, enough. Where's the real tape?" Graham asked. Walter switched the tapes, and we watched as John Doe got up and walked out the door. Alone.

"He walked out alone. He's okay," Mary Margaret sighed in relief.

"Four hours ago," Emma said pointing to the timestamp on the video before turning to the men behind her. "Where does this door lead?"

"The woods."

I followed Emma, Mary Margaret, and Graham through the woods looking for our missing John Doe. The sun had set what felt like hours ago when Graham suddenly stopped and looked around.

"What is it?" Emma asked him.

"The trail runs out here," Graham told us.

"You sure? Because I thought tracking was one of your skills," she said sarcastically.

"Just give me a second. This is my world. I got it," Graham told her.

"Right. Sorry." Graham moved away from us and started looking through the woods for the missing patient.

"What does he mean, 'His world'?" Mary Margaret asked Emma. "Isn't finding people your thing, too?"

"Sure. Just, the people I find usually run places like Vegas. Not a lot hit the woods," Emma told us.

"Sounds like they should more often," I told her with a smile. "The woods aren't so scary; I practically grew up out here when I was a kid."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked me.

"When I was a kid I lived out here for such a long time. Dad could never find me, but I always went home at night. This place was like my refuge."

"Why don't you come out here more often?" Emma asked me and I had to really think about it for a second.

"I don't know," I admitted. "Coming back didn't feel right anymore."

"You sound like you have an interesting job – finding people. How'd you fall into it?" Mary Margaret asked Emma when the atmosphere got tense after my little confession.

"Looking for people is just what I've done. As long as I can remember," Emma told us.

"What made you start? Your parents? Henry told me that your…" Mary Margaret paused in her thoughts before continuing. "Th-that you were from a similar situation to his own. Did you ever find them?"

"Depends who you ask." We heard a crack behind us and turned to see Henry as he ran down the hill towards us.

"Henry!" Mary Margaret called out in shock.

"Are you really that surprised?" I asked with a small smirk on my face.

"Did you find him yet?" Henry asked us.

"No, not yet. You shouldn't be here," Emma told him.

"I can help. I know where he's going," Henry told us.

"And where's that?" Mary Margaret asked him.

"He's looking for you," he told the school teacher before rushing off after Graham.

Neverland - Past

I ran through the woods not bothering to try and see if Pan was behind me. He was one of the only ones with magic on the island so that meant he could have been anywhere. I was suddenly grabbed and slammed into a tree, but the one who had me wasn't the blonde demon who was chasing me.

"Found you," the lost boy smirked at me, and I growled at him as I tried to get him to release me. "Pan's going to have fun with you."

"Over my dead body." I kneed the boy in the groin before going to run again when a spear dipped in Dreamshade.

"That could be arranged," the small boy smirked up at me. He jabbed his spear at me, and I managed to dodge it before grabbing the wooden part of the spear that was clean of the Dreamshade and hit him with the other end of it. I continued running through the woods away from the Lost Boys and Pan. I hid behind one of the trees when I heard more Lost Boys coming. I knelt slowly and controlled my breathing.

"You were to leave her be." I froze when I heard Pan talking to the Lost Boys.

"She was running through the woods," one of the boys defended. "She's one of the pirates." I heard someone grunting and peaked past the trees to see Pan holding the Lost Boy who'd threatened me with the spear against a tree by his throat.

I gave the order she was to be left alone," He growled lowly.

"I'm sorry," the boy grunted out. I watched Pan squeeze his throat before releasing him.

"Make sure everyone knows," he ordered. "No one is to touch the pirate while she is on this island." I moved back and leaned against the tree. Why was it so important that none of the Lost Boys messed with me? Was it just during this game? Or was there something more going on that I didn't know?

Storybrooke - Present

"You're the one who woke him up. You're the last one he saw. He wants to find you!" Henry told Mary Margaret as we continued to search the woods.

"Henry, it's not about me," Mary Margaret told him. "I just… I think he's lost and confused. He's been in a coma a long time."

"But he loves you!" Henry told her. "You need to stop chasing him and let him find you."

"Kid," Emma sighed. "You need to go home. Where's your mom? She's going to kill me and then you…and then me again."

"Then she'll top off her murder spree with me for not taking you home immediately," I added.

"She dropped me at the house. Then, went right out," Henry told us.

"Well, we need to get you back immediately."

"No!" Henry denied.

"Guys!" We rushed to Graham's side, and he showed us John Doe's hospital bracelet with...

"Is that…"

"Blood."

Neverland - Past

I could smell the salt water and smiled. I was almost home. I screamed as I was suddenly lifted into the air with arms around my waist. I'd been right, I noted from the air looking down at the island. I'd been so close to being free from this maniac!

"You had quite the run," Pan said from behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted at him.

"I win our little game," he whispered in my ear. I watched the island as he moved us towards a cliff. "This is where your father's life changed."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as we landed on the cliff. I pushed him away from me while avoiding the Dreamshade bush that was close by.

"He didn't tell you?" he asked me moving around me. "He was here when he was working for a king in your world."

"My father's a pirate," I said not believing him. "He'd never work for a king."

"You ever ask him about his past before he met your mother?" he asked me. I said nothing. "I thought not."

"Why does it matter?" I asked him. "He's a pirate now and that's all that matters."

"He lied to you," Pan said and I laughed.

"I never asked!" I corrected. "I don't care about his past. He's my dad and he's everything to me."

"My father doesn't give a damn about me," Pan said and I rolled my eyes. "Placed me on this island so I wouldn't get in his way."

"Boohoo. Go cry to a mermaid."

"You don't believe me," he stated.

"Does it matter?" I asked him.

"Says the woman who's joined her father in getting revenge for a woman she's never met," he pointed out.

"The Dark One killed my mother!" I shouted at him. "What your dad did was nothing compared to that!" Pan moved closer to me until he was in my face. He stared down at me angrily.

"You know nothing about me or my family," he angrily told me and I froze on the spot.

Storybrooke - Present

We came to a stop at the Toll Bridge at the water's edge.

"Where is he? Can you see him?" Mary Margaret asked.

"The trail dies at the water line," Graham told us.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" We followed Mary Margaret to John Doe and Graham called someone.

"I need an ambulance! At the old Toll Bridge, as soon as possible." The four of us dragged John Doe to the shore as Henry watched us.

"No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no! I found you!"

"It's going to be okay," Emma tried reassuring her.

"Help's coming," Graham's told us.

"Is he okay?" Henry asked.

"Henry…" Emma moved to his side and pulled him into her.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Henry, don't look. Okay? Don't look."

"Come back to us. Come back to me," Mary Margaret begged as she started CPR. When she put her mouth his, he started breathing again and coughing up water.

"You saved me," he said staring up at her.

"She did it. She did it! She woke him up," Henry happily said.

"Yeah, kid. She did."

"Thank you."

"Who are you?" Mary Margaret asked him.

"I don't know," he told her confused.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay."

After getting him back to the hospital, John Doe was rushed back to his room.

"Watch your back. Coming through!" A nurse called out.

"We got it from here," Dr. Whale told us and the five of us watched through the outside glass door as he was being treated by doctors. A woman burst into the room where he was being treated and rushed to his side.

"David! David, is that you?" she asked.

"Who the hell is that?" I whispered to the women next to me.

"Excuse me, ma'am?"

"Oh my god…" The woman was in tears as she watched them work on John Doe.

"Ma'am, you can't be in here. Please, you can't be here right now," Dr. Whale told her.

"David…"

"You can't be here, ma'am. Can you wait over here for a second, okay?"

"Who is that?" Mary Margaret asked loudly.

"His wife." We turned to see Regina watching them with a smile on her face.

Neverland - Past

I followed Pan through the forest to his camp, but I was surprised to see the beach.

"What is this?" I asked him confused.

"The ocean." He turned to me with a smirk on his face.

"But I thought..."

"We still have a deal," he told me. "You'll still have to come back to my camp when you return from your little revenge quest, but I won't separate you from your only family." I just stared at him, confused.

"You're going to force me to stay with you, which keeps me away from my father, but you're telling me you won't keep me from my father?"

"You'll understand one day," he said before flying off. I just watched him go before looking back out into the ocean. I could see my father's ship in the distance and a boat coming to shore. One thing was for sure, nothing would ever be the same in my life again.

Storybrooke - Present

We watched the woman and John Doe, David, in the room together talking.

"His name is David Nolan. And that's his wife, Kathryn," Regina told her. "And the joy on her face, well, it's put me in quite the forgiving mood." She turned to Henry. "We'll talk about your insubordination later. Do you know what insubordination means?" He shook his head. It means you're grounded." I turned back to see Kathryn leave the room and walk to us.

"Thank you. Thank you for finding my David," she said with tears in her eyes.

"Um, I-I don't understand. You didn't…you didn't know that he was here in a coma?" Mary Margaret asked her, confusion filling her voice.

"A few years ago, David and I were not getting along. It was my fault, I know that now. I was difficult and unsupportive. I told him if he didn't like things, he could leave. And he did. And I didn't stop him. It was the worst mistake I ever made," Kathryn explained.

"You didn't go look for him?" Emma asked her.

"I assumed he'd left town all this time. And now I know why I never heard from him. Now I get to do what I've wanted to do forever – say I'm sorry. Now we get a second chance," she told us happily.

"That's wonderful," Mary Margaret said as Dr. Whale walked to us.

"Well, it's something of a miracle," he told everyone.

"He's okay?" Kathryn asked him.

"Ah, physically, he's on the mend, um, his memory is another issue. It may take time, if at all," he told her.

"What brought him back?" Mary Margaret asked him curiously.

"That's the thing. There's no explanation," Dr. Whale told us. "Something just clicked in him."

"He just got up and decided to go for a stroll?" Emma asked him confused.

"He woke up and he was delirious and his first instinct was to go find something, I guess."

"Someone," Henry corrected and I bumped him with my hip and gave him a look.

"Can I see him?" Kathryn asked him.

"Yeah, of course." Kathryn and Dr. Whale went back into David's room.

"Henry, let's go," Regina ordered.

"Wait, my backpack." Henry went to grab his backpack and whispered to Mary Margaret. "Don't believe them. You're the one he was looking for."

"Henry…" Mary Margaret sighed.

"He was going to the Troll Bridge. It's like the end of the story," Henry told her.

"Henry, he was going there because it's the last thing I read to him," Mary Margaret corrected him.

"No, it's because you belong together," Henry told her.

"Henry," Regina called him and he ran to her and they left. I looked at Mary Margaret as she watched Kathryn and David. I moved to her side and held her hand.