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Belle led Henry into the crowded City Hall. The Blue Fairy stood at the front of the room. The moment Henry sat beside Emma, the nun rose her hands for silence.

"I know you must all be wondering why I have called you all here today," she said, her voice echoing off the walls. "Hours ago, I sensed a new magic, a dark magic, enter the city." Whispers filled the room. She rose her hands again. "I have tried every test I could perform, both magical and physical. I did not want panic if I was wrong. I believe Peter Pan lives." The room erupted in voices. Emma grabbed Henry's arm and looked down at him, scared. The rest of his family looked over to him, all filled with the same fear and worry.

"I thought Gold killed him," a voice rang out amongst the others. Henry turned, catching his grandfather's look. Rumplestiltskin looked terrified, a look Henry had never seen on his face before.

"He's not going to hurt you," Emma said, pulling him closer. Henry blinked, realizing how afraid he looked. What they didn't realize was he wasn't afraid for himself. He was afraid for Peter. Mother Superior began talking again, but Henry didn't listen. Peter was out there defenseless and alone. He was about to be hunted down by the most powerful witches and warriors in all of history and had no way to fight. Henry had to get away. He had to warn Peter.

After the people were let out of the hall, Henry was rushed back home, surrounded by his family, ready to fight to the death. When he got home, he left them downstairs to talk, barricading himself in his room. He didn't have long. He had to work fast. Regina would put this house under complete lockdown the moment everyone left. He probably had only half an hour.

He listened carefully before climbing out his window, just as he did the night before, this time his backpack filled with clothes. They'd be a bit small on him but at least these shirts had stretched out some. He ran from the yard, across the street, and into the shadows. He traveled as fast as he could without being seen. "Twenty minutes," he whispered to himself, looking at his watch as he entered the forest. He followed the path of footsteps deeper into the moods. It seemed to take longer in the daylight, but he made it with fifteen minutes left on his clock.

"Peter," he called into the trees. There was no answer. "Peter," he called louder, get worried. He'd been in no shape to move before. Maybe someone already caught him, or worse. "Peter!" he screamed.

"Henry," a voice mumbled from above.

"Peter?" Henry asked, shielding his eyes to look up into the branches high above him.

"You're not supposed to be here now. You should have come after dark."

"I won't be able to. I don't have time right now, either." Peter rose an eyebrow. "They know you're here," Henry told him.

"What?" Peter yelled angrily.

"I didn't tell," Henry gasped out, slightly frightened by the other boy. "The Blue Fairy sensed you." He explained. Peter growled.

"Then you shouldn't come at all."

"I had to tell you. The entire town is going to be looking for you. You need to find a better place to hide."

"I don't think I can go far," Peter explained. "I haven't even moved a mile from where I woke up." Henry got a weird look on his face before shaking his head. "What?" Peter asked.

"It's nothing, just a stupid thought."

"Really, Henry, tell me."

"Trust me it's stupid," Henry smirked.

"I think any idea of how to handle this will be stupid," Peter chuckled.

"I just thought that the entire town will be looking through the woods and buildings. My mom is putting protection spells on our house…'

"So?" Pan asked.

"Where's the one place no one will look for you?" Henry asked. Pan smirked.

"Under your be,d" he suggested.

"Exactly," Henry said, blushing. "Told you it was stupid."

"Surprisingly, that's not such a bad idea," Peter said.

"Not a bad idea," Henry said unbelievingly. "That's a terrible idea."

"Think about it, Henry. No matter where I go I won't have enough power to defend myself. They will find me eventually and when they do, I'll die. At least this way I'll be somewhere where they won't look for a while." Peter paused. It was sound logic. With every member of the town looking for him, they'd find him in days.

"Ok," Henry said. "But we have to go fast. We only have six or seven minutes till she'll be putting up the spells." Peter's face turned white. He slowly moved down the tree, dangling a few feet above the ground. He released the branch and landed on his butt. Henry chuckled.

"Hey, how about you die and come back to life. Then you can laugh," Peter smirked.

"Come on," he said. Peter stood up.

"Fuck," Peter growled, stumbling to the ground. "I can't move," Peter growled, his voice filled with primal anger. Henry glanced at his watch.

"Here, let me help," Henry said, wrapping Pan's arm around his shoulder.

"I don't need…" Peter started.

"Stop being so proud," Henry moaned. Peter fell silent and let himself to be led through the forest. He hated this. He was Peter Pan. Peter Pan doesn't need help, but part of him was glad because within five minutes he was breathing heavy. Henry moved slower as more and more of Peter's weight was pressed against his shoulder. He didn't look at his clock. He knew they were taking a long time.

"How much farther?" Peter groaned, feeling his world spinning.

"We leave the forest in like one minute. Then it'll take five or six minutes to get home." Pan stayed silent, afraid if he opened his mouth words wouldn't be the only thing that came out. He couldn't believe he was trusting his life completely to a boy he kidnapped and tried to kill. No one should be this kind.

The two boys silently stepped out the woods and into the shadows. It was late enough that most people would be home either sleeping or hiding from the monster that now inhabited their city.

"We have to run here," Henry told Peter.

"I c-cant," he slurred.

"Do you think you can hold onto my back?" Henry asked, trying to catch his breath.

"I think so."

"Then, get on back," Henry told him. Pan hesitantly did as he was told. Henry wasn't expecting how light he actually was. The boy really was in bad shape. Henry heaved for breath as he ran across the street, but he didn't stop running there. He kept up a fast pace, going from shadow to shadow, until he could see the large white house. Henry thanked God that his rope was still hanging from his window. That meant his mother hadn't put a protection spell on his window yet. "You can get off my back now," he gasped.

"We're here," Peter sighed.

"You still have to climb the rope," Henry said.

"I can't," Pan said angrily.

"You have to try," Henry said forcefully. He once again led Peter by his shoulder. They made their way to the rope made of blankets. "I have an idea," Henry said.

"What?" Peter asked. Henry took the bottom of the rope and tied it around the other boy's waist. "I'll pull you up," he said. "Just hold on." Pan nodded and stood where he was as Henry climbed through the window. Breathing heavily he grabbed onto the rope and pulled. "I don't know if I can," Henry gasped out the window.

"Try," Peter moaned, his eyes nearly closed. Henry grunted and tried again.

"You have to call before you come over next time," Regina said from downstairs. "I'm putting up some powerful protection spells." Henry gasped and stared at the door. He used all the strength he could muster to keep pulling.

"Just keep him safe," Emma said. Henry growled as Peter got closer to the window.

"Nothing will hurt him," Regina promised.

"Climb," Henry hissed as he kept pulling. "She's coming." He felt the rope in his hands quiver. Footsteps sounded from upstairs. Peter couldn't make it. With one last pull, Peter was able to grab onto the windowsill and pull himself in. "Under the bed," Henry hissed. Henry jumped into bed as Pan pushed himself under.

"Henry," his mother said, opening the door. Her son had his eyes closed and looked to be sleeping calmly. The evil queen closed the window and began reciting a list of complex spells, each creating a new layer of protection. "Goodnight, Henry," she said sadly, kissing him on the forehead. When the door closed, the boy's eyes snapped open.

"Peter," he whispered, looking under his bed. He smiled at the sleeping boy, sprawled out under his bed. "Goodnight, Peter." With that, Henry fell into a deep sleep.

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