In the morning, I awoke first. I could feel dark magic settle around me. I watched as the Lost Boys stared dropping like flies, falling asleep. As Henry regained consciousness, he too, fell completely asleep. I turned him to me and shook him, kneeling over him in sudden panic.

Sleeping spell.

"We have a guest," Pan said, smiling with menace. He looked around, eyes darting through the trees. "You must know I like guessing games." He walked closer to me. I shielded Henry from him, just as he grabbed me by the waist and hauled me to my feet, holding me there.

"Who do you guess, Kaleen?" He asked, hot breath against my neck. I tried to pull away, but he only laughed. "I guess...the Dark One."

—Then—

I walked into Mr. Gold's shop, holding the antique in my hands. Mary Margaret asked for me to give it to him when my tutoring section was over. I wasn't sure what it was, but it had to have been something old and valued. It was just a box with a lot of carvings on it.

The bell rang above me. "Mr. Gold?" I asked, looking around at all the shelves and things in the glass cases.

I sat the box down at the front counter. I had never been in the shop. I never needed to, but it seemed like a nice place to be. There were many beautiful objects and things in here.

Mr. Gold walked out from the back. I had only seen the man a few times in the mornings when he walked with his cane. I would walk to school with Mary Margaret, meeting her half-way. She had said she ran into the mayor that morning.

When he met my gaze, he seemed to stop, pausing for a moment. I could have swore he had hate in his eyes, but only for a second. "What can I do for you, Ms. Woods?" I smiled, pointing to the box.

"Mary Margaret asked to bring this over," I said. "I'm not sure what it is. She just said you might have some use for it." He smirked, looking down at the floor.

"Why thank you," he replied, limping over to the box. "It is quite beautiful." I nodded, resting my hands in front of me. "Would you like a drink, dearie?" I stared at him for a second.

"No thank you," I said. "I better be getting home."

"I insist," he said. He reached under his desk and pulled out a water bottle.

"I'm not going very far," I said. He nodded, handing me the water.

I drank half of it out the door, seeing him grin.

That's the night I started having the strangest dreams.

—-Now—

"Come to save, Henry?" Pan asked. I tried to jerk away, but he held me firm. "How exciting. The Dark One willing to sacrifice his life for his family and…" Pan glanced at me. "A mortal enemy's daughter." I glared at him, trying to touch his skin, but he held my arms by my side as he continued speaking.

"Speaking of family," he chuckled. "You can come out Baelfire."

I gasped as Neil walked out from the trees, aiming a crossbow at Pan. It seemed that I was right in between, the one side closest to Neil. "Name's Neil now."

"New name but the same old tricks," Pan replied, his grip tightening. "It's heartwarming to see father and son work together, especially after you abandoned him, Rumple. This is a real family reunion." I stared at Neil as he aimed for Pan, directly behind me.

"What are you waiting for?" Rumple questioned.

"Don't worry," he replied. "I've got this." He raised the bow higher, with me still in the way. "Kaleen, duck!" The arrow flew and just before it hit me, I ducked. Pan let go of my wrists, stumbling backwards as he caught it, smirking.

"Clever," he said. "But we've been through this before, Baelfire. Have you remembered nothing?" Neil let the bow fall as Pan dropped the arrow.

"I remembered plenty," he replied. "That's why I didn't coat the tip." Pan froze as the blue traveled up his arm. I ran over to Henry as Neil threw his son over his shoulder.

"Well how about that?" Pan asked, looking upwards. "I'm impressed, but are you sure you're really saving him, Bae? Or her?"

"What could be worse than leaving them here with you?" Neil questioned. The Dark One gripped my shoulder. I could feel his magic, almost shudder-worthy, but I stayed still, unmoving.

"How about you as your father?" He grinned. "Sometimes the people we should fear the most are the ones closest to us."

"What's he talking about?"

"Don't listen to him."

"You mean you haven't told him?" Pan asked, a sly grin crawling up his face.

"Told me what?"

"Why, the prophecy, of course," Pan replied, grinning darkly. He glanced at me before continuing. "It says you've been tricked. Your father isn't here to rescue your son. He's here to murder him."

Rumple teleported us somewhere on the island, away from Pan and his Lost Boys.

For a brief moment, I stood staring as Neal gently put his son down. He hugged me and then allowed me to kneel beside Henry. He knew I wouldn't hurt Henry and my vow to the family, along with the work I had done with the Blue Fairy. It was difficult to be so close to the dark one. His magic seemed to bleed into my own, even though mine was light.

I cradled Henry in my arms.

"What was that all about!" Neal exclaimed at his father. Rumple didn't look at him as he created a fire, setting the pile of sticks ablaze. I caught my breath when I realized that Pan may have not been lying, but what would I know? I had never met Pan before then and all I would hear are stories.

"Ignore him, Bae."

"He said you were going to murder Henry!" Neal yelled. Rumple turned harshly.

"He plays games. Mind games. The important thing is we got Henry and Kaleen and we got away," Rumple replied. Neil looked around at his surroundings.

"Where are we?"

"The other side of the island," Rumple replied. "We're safe here for the time being."

Neal turned away, kneeling down to Henry, brushing the hair away from his eyes.

"Hey, Henry," Neal said softly. "It's your father." I met his eyes and shook my head.

"He can't hear you, Neal," I said gently. "I'm sorry." He glared up at his father.

"Wake him up."

"It could hurt him," Rumple said. "He'll walk up in a few hours on his own." I stared at Rumpelstiltskin for a moment, eyes wide.

"Why didn't you spell me?" I asked. He stared at me.

"You didn't need to be spelled," he replied. "You have magic and can protect yourself." He paused. "And I tried. You sensed my magic before it affected you. You protected yourself without even knowing it." I stared at Henry.

If I had protected Henry, then we'd both be awake and he could see his father again.

Neal suddenly whipped around, glaring at his father. "Then you can explain to me what the hell Pan meant," Neil snapped, rising to his father again. "Why would he say you were going to kill Henry!"

Rumple shook his head. "I don't know. To create a wedge between us."

"That's not a denial," Neil replied, pointing. "This has to do with what happened when I found you." His voice was raised, accusing. "You thought I was a hallucination. You said you had to do the right thing and save Henry! What does that—"

"Baelfire—"

"It's Neil!" He yelled. My chest tightened as I glanced from Henry to Neil to Rumple, swallowing in complete silence. "Now stop dodging and tell me what the hell is going on!"

Rumpelstiltskin didn't reply for a moment, only staring at his son in silence. But then, he nodded and spoke. "There was a seer. And she told me of a prophecy. That a boy would help unite me with you and that boy would be my undoing."

I stared at him, shocked as I stared in silence.

"Henry."

"I didn't know he would be my own grandson," Rumple continued. "Until I found you were in New York and that you were his father."

"You were planning on getting rid of him," Neil accused, stepping closer. "Whoever he was. Weren't you? Trying to cheat fate in order to get around prophecy? You cold-blooded son of a bitch." He paused. "You were going to kill him."

"Yes."

I finally gained the courage to speak. "Oh, Rumple."

Neil stepped back, pointing. "Get back! You stay away from them!" At that point I was realizing he was also talking about me.

"That was then! Things have changed! I didn't come to Neverland to hurt Henry! I came here to save him!"

"After what you just told me, I'm supposed to believe you?!"

"I won't lie to you, Bae. Self-preservation is a nasty habit I've had my whole life but I came here to break it, to do the right thing. To save your son as well as a mortal enemy's daughter even if that meant sacrificing my own life," he took a step forward as Neil stepped back, inching to me.

"You have to trust me," he said, desperate.

"Give me the dagger."

"I…" he bit his lip. "I don't have it."

"Lier!"

"I'm not lying! I gave it to my shadow so Pan couldn't find it!"

"You have an answer for everything don't you?" Neal snapped. I flinched, my chest tightening as the family I once though could be fixed was snapped again. I took in a sharp breath as Neal clasped hands with his father and the Dark One stood frozen, blue around him.

"Bae," he said softly. "Pan will find you without my magic. You know Kaleen can only protect you for a short while. Pan will find you and take them back."

"I can't take chances with you," Neal replied, picking Henry up. He gripped my wrist. "Kaleen, can you protect us for just a while?" I nodded.

"I can," I replied. We stood up, turning away from Rumple and walking slowly.

"Bae!" He yelled. "Kaleen, you know you can't hide from him!" I didn't turn to him, only focusing on staying invisible. If we just hid for a while and found Emma, we could leave and it would be over.

"You know I can't hold it very long, not nearly as long as your father can," I said. Neal nodded.

"We just need to stay hidden until we find Emma," he said. I nodded, only thinking of staying invisible.

—Then—

"Ms. Margret?" I asked, knocking and opening the door slowly. Henry was in there, talking about a storybook. He turned to me and smiled.

"Hi, Faith," he said. I waved, walking in the room and setting my things down at an open desk. During the curse, my name was Faith Wood. After the curse broke, Faith didn't fit me. He walked over, opening the book to an open page.

"Look," he said. "It's you." He pointed to a picture. A drawing of a girl named Kaleen Jones looked like she was practicing magic with the Blue Fairy.

What was disturbing was the fact I had started having dreams only a few days before, about being the student of a fairy and productions magic with my fingers.

"That's very cool, Henry," I said, brushing a curl behind my ear. He turned the page. The girl was there with Snow White, who looked like Mary Margaret and Prince Charming. Kaleen was there for the Blue Fairy, vowing she would protect the youngest heir. "Wow," I chuckled. "So I'm a bodyguard?"

Henry laughed. "You don't need to protect the baby anymore," he replied. "The baby is all grown up." He closed the book after I traced the pages, wishing that magic could be real. "Now you have to protect me."

I laughed. "Alright."

If only I knew the truth.

—-Now—