S3E3: QUITE A COMMON FAIRY

"Cuckoo! Wake up!" Peter called to Henry tossing an apple his way, Fawn following behind him.

"Catch."

"I don't like apples."

"Who doesn't like apples?"

"It's a family thing." Peter chuckled at Henry's response knowing the history between Snow White and the Evil Queen. He crouched down to Henry's level, "Well, don't worry. They're not for eating. It's for a kind of game. A really fun game. I call it target practice." A worried look came over Henry's face as Peter held up a threatening looking crossbow with a dark smile on his face. The same smile was on Fawn's face as she watched the exchange, eager to see Henry's reaction.

Peter turned to Jax, one of his Lost Boys and began to dip the arrow in a vile of dreamshade.

"What's that?" Henry asked joining the group.

"Dreamshade. It's a nasty poison. We have a story here about a man who once shot an apple off his son's head with an arrow. Let's find out if it's possible." Peter turned the arrow in his hand and began loading the crossbow. Fawn flew up to sit on a low hanging branch to get a good view of the action.

"If you're shooting at the apple then what's the poison for?" Henry asked.

"Motivation not to miss. Felix! Get over here!" Peter called to his most trusted Lost Boy.

"Is – is Felix good? Is his aim good?" Henry asked his voice cracking a bit with worry.

"Doesn't matter." Peter answered nonchalantly while Felix smiled at Henry finding the boy's worried expression funny.

"You're the one doing the shooting." Peter said handing the crossbow to Henry.

"But I – I don't want to shoot."

Peter tossed Felix the apple and he went to take his place in front of a tree while the Lost Boys began chanting, "Shoot! Shoot!"

"You won't hit him." Peter encouraged, "Trust yourself. Go on. It's exhilarating!" Peter and Felix both joined in the chanting while Fawn sat on the edge of her branch in excitement.

Peter raised his arm to the boys and the chanting stopped. Henry took his aim and at the last second turned and pulled the trigger; sending the poisoned arrow straight for Peter's heart. The boy looked amazed at how quickly Peter had caught it; stopping it before it could pierce his skin.

"Told you it was exhilarating." Peter said with a smirk as he dropped the arrow and approached Henry.

"Come on. I have something to show you." He took the crossbow and handed it to Fox before guiding Henry away. With one look over his shoulder to the fairy sitting in the tree he cocked his head to the side instructing her to follow them.

Fawn leapt from the tree branch and followed the pair to the edge of camp Henry had stopped at a group of Lost Boys who were playing a game involving daggers, "Look at the fun they're having." Peter began, "the thing of this place, Henry, is that no one ever tells you 'no'. You can do whatever you want."

"They never hurt themselves?"

"All the time. At one point, I had four boys with missing fingers. Cost of the game -," They both turned to see Fawn, who had caught up with them, with a smile on her face. "—they didn't mind." She walked closer to where they were sitting on a log and put her left hand on Peter's shoulder, leaning on him slightly.

"I don't belong here." Henry spoke up.

"Actually you do. We've been waiting for you a very long time, Henry long before you were even born."

"I don't believe that."

Peter scoffed, "You should. This place runs on imagination, on belief. But your world stopped believing. Magic is dying, and you, Henry, need to save it."

"In my world, you mean."

"In every world." Fawn corrected.

"You need to bring it back," Peter continued, "that's your destiny, to return the magic, to be the Savior."

"My mom Emma is the Savior, not me."

"Yeah, she broke some curse, yeah."

Upon seeing Henry's puzzled look Peter continued, "Oh, I know more than you think. But what if breaking the curse wasn't the thing that made her the Savior? What if having you was? Think about it. You're descended from the greatest of light and dark. What, you think it's a coincidence that the spawn of the Dark One met your mother? You were created for a reason, and I can help you find it."

"So you think I'm supposed to save magic?"

"I don't think. I believe. Remember I said I had something to show you." Peter turned to Fawn who pulled a small scroll out of her boot and handed it to him.

"Here. I've had this for a very long time, long before you were even thought of. Take a look and you'll know why I'm so sure you're the hero magic has been waiting for."

Peter handed the scroll to Henry, took Fawn's hand from his shoulder and intertwined his fingers with hers before walking off. They didn't get far before Henry dropped the scroll on the ground and said, "I don't believe you."

"You remind me of your father." Peter chuckled before he and Fawn continued to walk away. Once they were out of earshot Fawn continued, "He really is so much like Baelfire. But I can think of another relative he resembles." Peter turned to her raising one eyebrow, "A relative who also would have pulled that same stunt with a crossbow." Peter chuckled in realization taking his arm and draping it across Fawn's shoulders.

They had arrived at the entrance to their treehouse; it had no ladder since they both could fly. Once they entered Peter fell into their fur covered bed while Fawn undid her braid and let her hair fall in long waves down her back.

"It's been a long day, we should get some rest." Peter said as Fawn climbed into bed and laid her head on Peter's chest.

"Are you sure? With his family out there looking for him? Is that safe?"

"Plenty, they're wasting their time tracking down Tinkerbell and Felix is watching Henry anyway." Peter said as he played with Fawn's hair.

"Do you think she'll side with them?"

"Not if she knows what's good for her. But just in case I can always send you to have a chat with her, she listens to you."

"That's because if she had listened to me before she'd still be a fairy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fawn had been flying around Pixie Hollow when she heard yelling. Upon closer inspection she found out it was the Blue Fairy scolding Tink. . . again.

"And I can't believe you want me to ignore someone who needs help! It's not very fairy like!"

"I will be the judge of what is fairy like!"

"But – "

"No discussion! Until further notice you are to remain here and continue your training under my direct supervision. Understood?"

"Yes Blue."

Fawn couldn't help but feel bad for Tink, she was only trying to help someone after all. Next thing she knew Tink was flying past her away from Pixie Hollow. Fawn chased after her friend determined to stop her.

"Tinkerbell! Tink!" she cried. Finally Tink stopped and let Fawn catch up.

"Don't do it Tink! Whatever you're planning to do don't. Blue's really steamed up right now, you do anything out of line she might throw you out for good!"

Tink gave a chuckle, "She won't throw me out when she sees how happy Regina is, she'll applaud me for helping her find her happy ending!"

"And if something goes wrong and she doesn't?"

"Oh, come on Fawn! Blue might get mad but she'd never throw a fairy out, it's too cruel. We're fairies we do nice things. Sure if it goes wrong she might give me extra chores but that'll be it!" Tink took Fawn's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back by nightfall. Everything will be fine, you'll see!"

And with that Tinkerbell turned and flew away. "I hope your right Tink, I really hope your right." Fawn whispered to herself before returning to Pixie Hollow.

You sound so innocent

All full of good intent,

Swear you know best. . .

"King of Anything"

Sara Bareilles