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Chapter 3.
When Zelena took me back to my "cage" after the failed attempt at getting me to join her in her evil conquest, I managed to keep my head held high. The stupid Peter Pan book was still in my hands but only because I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten to me.
I reminded myself over and over that Peter loved me, not Wendy. But was that really true? She had been his prisoner for so long . . . what if something more occurred? Those stories had to have come from somewhere, right? What if she'd broken his heart and that's the real reason he locked her up?
No, he'd sworn to me that I was the only girl he's ever loved. And though he'd gone through desperate measures to keep me with him he'd never done anything so terrible to me.
But he's also lied to me before. The fact that he had kept a girl prisoner was enough to prove that he had no limits to get what he wanted.
By the time I was inside the dark, cold cellar that smelled like wet hay, I had let Zelena get into my head. She knew it too, leaving with a satisfied smirk on her face while I stared blankly at her retreating back through the bars of the cell. Almost immediately, Peter wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me against him. I could hear him breathing heavily, his mouth right next to my ear. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, trying to soothe me. But I couldn't even muster up the energy to turn around to look at him.
Obviously sensing this, he turned me around to face him.
"What did she say to you?" he demanded. He carefully cradled the side of my face in his hand, stroking it with his thumb as though I were made of glass. He glanced down and frowned at the book in my hand. "What's that?"
Wordlessly, I held it up for him too see and his eyebrows raised in surprise. He took it from me and studied the cover, drinking in every detail.
"This is everything you thought I was before you got your memories back?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I used to read it all the time at Paul's."
His fingers lightly ran over the book and he opened it up, his eyes roaming over the pages as he flipped through, taking his time. I saw something click within his eyes as they briefly flashed to my face and he sighed, closing the book and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Amy . . ."
"Why was Wendy on the island in the first place, Peter?"
His eyes flashed darkly. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"
"Nothing!" I exclaimed. I gripped his hands. "Peter, that's not what I'm saying at all. I just want to know why she was there."
"You already know. I was using her brothers to help me track Henry."
"But what made you choose her specifically?" I pressed. "Did you just pick her and her brothers out of nowhere?"
He glanced over at Rumplestiltskin, who was actually asleep at the time being. Sensing that I was breaking through, I sat down on the ground and tugged on his hand to sit too. After a moment, he did.
"Baelfire was with Wendy and her family. I thought that he was the one with the Heart of the Truest Believer. I had a picture of what he looked like and they were similar."
"Where'd you get the picture?" I interrupted.
"I got it from a seer. Anyway, my shadow brought Wendy back in the first place because he thought that she was you." Seeing my puzzled look, he added, "Not you, specifically. You weren't even born yet. I mean he thought that with all her belief that she would be the one to help keep the Heart alive."
"Unconditional love and belief in you," I said softly.
"Yes. I knew right away it wasn't her but I tried." He snorted quietly. "She certainly liked me at first but that didn't last long. She grew terrified of me and begged me to let her go home. When it became clear that she'd never love me I sent her back and used her to my advantage to get Baelfire, who didn't have the heart I needed. Later Wendy tried to come back to save him and I kept her to use her brothers to be my eyes and ears in this realm."
I listened intently, chewing on my bottom lip. It was a lot to process but nothing that particularly shocked me. I've always known he had done terrible things and while I wasn't even close to being okay with any of it, I knew he had changed. Not a lot, and I was positive he never would completely change. But as long as he had light in his heart, there was hope.
"Did . . . you ever kiss her?" I felt stupid for asking or caring. Not only was I the one he'd chosen, this poor girl was probably three years younger than myself. She'd been to hell and back because of his desire to live forever and here I was acting like a jealous fool.
If he thought my question was stupid, he didn't show it. He smiled slightly, as if I were a cute puppy or something, and shook his head. "No. I held her hand a few times but that was only at first."
I nodded. "So that's it? No Wendy and Peter Pan?"
He leaned forward and let his forehead rest against mine. "Only you, angel."
We sat there in silence for a bit. I felt better, though not quite as much as I would have like. After all, he'd just confessed to some pretty awful things. But those were things we'd deal with when we were somewhere safe, and out of Zelena's reach.
Another thought occurred to me. "Henry's parents didn't meet by chance, did they?"
"Mm, not exactly."
I sighed. "You're too clever for your own good."
"If I was really that clever we wouldn't be in here, now would we?"
I'd never heard him insult his own cleverness, which struck me silent for a moment. His own hubris blinded him so badly. His mind was something he'd always prided himself on. Even when he made stupid, horrible choices he would find a way to make himself feel better about it.
"I have a feeling that we would have ended up in here no matter what," I assured him. I gave him a pointed look. "She knows both of our weaknesses. And you and I both know that we would never have been able to hide in our tree house forever."
He shrugged. "If it kept you alive I would have."
"Alive, yes. But not living."
"I suppose not." He leaned over and kissed me. I could tell it was supposed to be short and sweet but I wrapped an arm around his neck, urging him to not stop. He smirked against my lips and I took the advantage to deepen it, laying back on the floor and guiding him to lay on top of me. It had been too long since we were this affectionate with each other and that was what was keeping us sane.
Zelena underestimated us completely. She also didn't know me at all if she thought I would just believe the very worse of him without waiting for an explanation. Stir crazy, insane, angry, driven by darkness, it didn't matter. He was my saving grace, and I knew with everything inside me that I was his too.
Peter abruptly separated his lips from mine, frowning. "What else did she say to you?"
I blinked. "Oh, yeah. She offered me the chance to be born when she cast the curse but I turned her down."
Peter stared at me, anger sparking in his eyes. "What?"
"Peter!" I said, appalled. "There is no way in hell that I would ever side with her!"
"Amy," he began, sounding exasperated. I cut him, determine that he understood what I was thinking.
"I could never do that to the others! I love Regina and Belle too much to lose them too!"
"Amy."
"And what if things change and we don't meet? Or I become a complete monster like Cora?"
"Amy." The annoyance was clearly evident now.
"Don't 'Amy' me! Besides, she's probably lying! Ever think of that-mmph!"
He cut me off with a firm kiss, rolling his eyes. That was usually what he did when he wanted my full attention. I stubbornly didn't return the kiss, which was my way of telling him that I wasn't done ranting. Peter was frustratingly patient though. He kept kissing me, moving his mouth against mine harder and nudging my tightly shut lips with his tongue. I commended myself for staying in control until he lightly ground his hips against mine, making me gasp in surprise, and undeniably a lot of pleasure that I hadn't gotten in a long time.
He took the advantage of my open mouth immediately and deepened the kiss. When I finally began to accept it and kissed him back, he stopped.
He arched a brow at me and I nodded sullenly, assuring him that I was ready to listen.
"Amy, I know you wouldn't do that. What I don't understand is why she would offer you that in the first place. What use does she have of you if you're on her side?"
I thought this over for a moment and shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe she likes me and feels guilty about locking me in here."
"Maybe," he said, snorting slightly.
I made an indignant noise. "There are people other than you that like me, you know!"
"'Course there are." The pretend sincerity was obvious.
I glared at him and he grinned, the first genuine grin I'd seen in a while. It made me wonder what had changed inside him, but I was too pleased to see the real him again to really care. It was better than the horrible fits he threw when Zelena was around, followed by long stretches of silence when she was gone.
"I love you," I whispered to him, stroking his cheek. "No matter what happens."
His lips thinned and there was a change in his posture. For a moment, I thought the darkness had come back into his mind to take control again. He shifted a bit and my legs snapped up to wrap around his waist, terrified that he was going to move off of me. He exhaled deeply, leaning down to brush his lips against my cheek.
"She's not going to hurt you," he murmured. He began peppering kisses across my face and down to my neck, making me smile despite myself. I knew he would do everything in his power to protect me.
But without his dagger how far did that power extend?
Third Person P.O.V
"I love town meetings!" Serena announced as she walked into the station.
Felix lifted his head ever so slightly, trying not to let her see his burning curiosity. The only time he ever got information about what was happening outside the station walls was when she came alone. Emma sometimes gave him little tidbits of what was going on, for reasons he didn't quite understand. Especially since he would just ignore her.
Serena, on the other hand, would sit right outside the cell and gave him a play-by-play of absolutely everything, which was even more confusing. Most of it wasn't important to him, such as the fact that she was sure Emma had deep, hidden feelings for Hook but she was too distressed over Baelfire being missing to see it. Meanwhile Hook had apparently become "whipped" because of her.
Whatever that meant.
But this town meeting had to do with trying to find out who cursed everyone back to Storybrooke since Hook claimed they'd all been in the Enchanted Forest for a year, with Snow White's huge bump to prove it.
Serena told him that Hook said that the last he'd heard was that Rumplestiltskin was dead. Because Pan had killed him to become the Dark One. Amy must have loved that.
"So a bunch of people started shouting that Pan had killed Amy to cast the curse but then Regina pointed out he had the chance to kill her to cast the curse before and he didn't. So then everyone began yelling and accusing Regina and she kind of took off, declaring herself to be evil. But I'm positive that she didn't do it and I get the feeling that Emma doesn't think so either because it's not really like her to be that dramatic and call someone out in front of a crowd unless she thinks she has proof."
Felix silently mused over this. So the Evil Queen was a possible suspect? It didn't seem likely, considering that her kid didn't even remember her and wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Hook going to find Emma. Unless she had set that up as well.
"So what do you think?"
He shot Serena a strange look. What use did she have of his opinion, anyway?
"Come on," she urged. "This is how a conversation goes. I tell you stuff and then you reply with stuff."
"I think," he began slowly. "That you're an annoying, obnoxious little girl that should leave me alone."
She didn't look remotely taken aback. Her eyebrows merely raised. "Is that so?"
He smirked slightly. "Yep." He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, making himself as comfortable as he could. "Face it, little fairy. I don't want you around."
"Huh. That's funny considering I'm the only one you actually speak to."
He just shrugged uncaringly. She could think whatever she wanted. He wasn't going to let her think that he enjoyed her company.
She remained silent for so long that he realized that maybe she'd left. He was annoyed that it made him feel slightly disappointed. The silence could be the best or the worst company. Being locked up in a small space, it was probably the worst. He didn't really want to go back to just staring at the stupid clock on the wall outside the cell. He couldn't really tell time, but it kept him occupied, watching the little arrows make their way around the circle, over and over again.
Deciding that he'd given her enough time to leave, he carefully cracked an eye open and saw her still sitting in the chair she'd pulled over, watching him with an amused look.
"Now that you've had time to think about how much it would suck if you had no one to talk to, are you going to be a good boy?"
He nearly rolled his eyes. He hadn't been "good" for a very long time. Being crammed into a cell wasn't going to change that.
"You're not even the least bit curious to try and find out where Pan is?" she asked.
"I already know where he is."
Serena stared at him incredulously. "What!? And you haven't said anything!?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he said quietly. "He's dead."
She cocked her head, her beautiful face crinkling in confusion. "Why do you say that?"
He laughed bitterly. "Because I'm alive. He's had a whole year to kill me for betraying him and he didn't. The only obvious explanation is because he's dead."
"Maybe he forgave you!" she urged, sounding annoyingly optimistic.
"Pan doesn't forgive when it comes to her. One of his most loyal Lost Boys for two hundred years is dead because he hurt her on Neverland."
She wrinkled her nose. "What a charmer. But Hook said he was alive, that he'd . . ."
"He could have died since he'd seen him."
She crossed her arms and stood up. "Look, you can make all the excuses you want. But he's alive and so is Amy. And unlike you, I'm not going to just give up. If Amy's in trouble, I'm going to help her. And you know, Pan too if he's with her I guess."
"What I want to know is why you care so much about a girl you barley know?" Felix snapped. "You were willing to keep quiet when Peter was pretending to be Henry, and then you even tried to help him and her escape."
Serena shrugged, only hesitating slightly. "She's a cute kid. It'd be a shame to see her get hurt or die because of your stupidity."
"Look," he hissed. "I don't know anymore than you do! If what I did really caused all of this, and is worth keeping me caged like an animal, then I wish I hadn't done it! Pan is the only family I've got and I care about him enough that I'd even help his stupid brat to clear my conscience."
A grin spread up Serena's face. "Well why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Dumbfounded, he watched her as she skipped over to one of the desks and pulled out a set of silver keys before skipping back in the same cheerful manner. She hummed to herself as she unlocked his cell door and swung it open.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded in a low voice, his eyes flashing behind her suspiciously. This had to be some sort of trap.
"I'm taking you back to my place and hiding you," she said, as though it were obvious. "We're going to find Amy, and possibly Pan."
He eyed her. "Aren't the others working on that?"
"They're more worried about finding out whose behind this curse right now. They think that will lead them to them but I think they're wasting time."
"If I run away then they'll think I'm the one who cast it."
The bright sunshine smile had left Serena's face, leaving her scowling. "I'm giving you a choice here. Either stay in here and rot until this town burns to ashes, or come with me and we'll find Amy and hopefully Pan and Neal."
When he didn't respond, she added softly, "Pan may be the only one who can truly help us. Your family needs you, Felix."
Felix groaned. Why did girls always have to get so sentimental? That's exactly why they weren't allowed on Neverland. They made you stop and question yourself, instead of just following your desires. Like his desire to stay out of everything.
"What will happen to you if they catch me at your place?" he finally asked.
A loud yawn escaped her mouth and she waved him off. "Eh I've done worse and I'll probably do worse." She opened the cell door wider. "So are you coming or not?"
Felix stood up slowly, his face tense and teeth clenched so hard they hurt. He'd done a million risky things before, but this was different. This time Pan wasn't there to help out or tell him what to do. He was on his own.
With the fairy.
"This better work," he warned her.
She let out a giddy laugh and grabbed his arm. "Come on, before everyone stops their after-meeting gossip and leaves town hall!"
Felix could only think about how he was risking a lot to find someone who probably was going to kill him in the end.
