I'm sorry for the shortened length, I prefer to write much longer drabbles. But I decided to challenge myself and sum up different scenes with a limit between 500-1000 words each. I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing with this and by the time I did it sort of took a path of it's own, but there will be more as promised, I couldn't leave you with this little bit and not continue it. Each scene may differ from the show itself. Leave reviews! The feedback this story has received has been more than I ever expected, I'm more than happy to read what you think of these!
"I remember looking at you. The littlest babe, helpless and all mine. Those big, big eyes just full of tears, pulling at me." And in those eyes Peter saw Deliah. As his heart thudded painfully in his chest he stared at the grown man in front of him, seeing mostly himself as a man. Those eyes were the single difference. Rumple had her eyes. All images of his lost love disappeared within seconds and his desire to get her back burned greater than it had before. "Pulling away my name, my money, my time. Pulling away any hope of making my life into something better for myself. This pink, naked, squirming little larva that wanted to eat my dreams alive and never stop." The words burned like acid in his mouth, each syllable laced with truth as he pointed an accusing finger at the man he called his son. "Your mother was the one who wanted you. I wasn't ready for a child. But here I am." Rumple froze unwillingly, almost as if his mind commanded his body without his consent. Ripping the sword from a nearby table he pointed the blade at the demon, his blood beginning to boil. Pan was manipulative, but he never once brought up the mother he never knew and wished he had. "What did you do to her?" Peter laughed, the noise making Rumple uneasy, his stomach twisting in knots before it completely ceased. Pan was powerless, but the look Rumple received from his father made him feel like a boy once more, lost in Neverland for the first time, scared. "I wouldn't have dared do anything to her, I loved her. It was you that took her from me. You, Rumple killed her." The emotion Pan locked away for years finally came ripping from his chest, pushing the sword from his body he jumped up angrily as the metal clattered to the ground. "You're lying." Peter laughed once more at the accusation knowing the truth all to well. "She wasn't suppose to have children, yet she wanted one and who was I to not give her what she wanted? It was always hard to say no to her." His voice ceased to falter, Peter began to feel a coldness spreading throughout his body like an icy claw ripping at his chest. "That laddie is why I rid myself of you, I never wanted you." Rumple knew his father spoke the truth, no one could sound so full of hatred. Even his eyes, unlike his own, burned with the accusation. Rumple followed his father's slowed movements as he circled around him dangerously looking for the opportunity to strike at his son's exposed throat. He opened his mouth hoping to find answers to questions he'd interred deep within his mind since he was a child before a warm current of air curled around him. Rumple almost believed a hand touched his frozen face melting the ice immediately. With hands as soft as Belle's he was sure it had to belong to a woman. A look of terror graced Pan's face just before he took the shining opportunity to rid him of his son once and for all. "Down boy." Peter hissed as he extended his hand forward, Rumple's crumpled body flew into a nearby bookshelf demolishing the wood holding hundreds of books, each sent toppling onto the already injured man. Slowly approaching the wreckage Pan scowled at the frightened child beneath him as he discarded the multiple books surrounding him. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt your dear mother a second time now would you Rumple." And with that Peter Pan was gone, without a doubt on his way to Neverland to complete something he'd started many years ago.
