I sat in the audience of the theatre, Clarke and Mal beside me. We watched the theatre troupe which was filled with acrobatics, singing, and dance, as the youths on stage performed for the audience. None were above 18 but none were younger than 15 or 16.

They were talented. I could see that. I had to wonder at what magic Pan was using to enhance them. To make them appear better, and at what was natural talent for each.

Clarke, Mal, Ruby and Baelfire were my only escorts. I had left Lexa in charge with Snow to guide her should she meet any problems beyond her abilities. I had come to trust Emma's mother. She thought of what was best for her pack, and that was a quality I could admire.

The performance ended to great applause. I joined in and waited as the crowd moved out. I looked over to Baelfire. He stood and and nodded off toward a child, slightly younger than the ones that had been performing on stage.

The child beckoned to us. We stood and followed as Baelfire remarked, "Pan seems to know we're here."

The child led us through a maze of back rooms backstage. Other children, slightly smaller and younger than the one they followed seemed to make up the crew of the theater troupe. We were brought to a manager's office. The child knocked and stood, waiting, until a light, young male voice called through the door, "Bring them in."

The child turned the knob and opened the door. Behind a desk, a young male sat, his legs propped up as he leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed behind his head.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Vampire Mistress Queen and her band of misfit witches, werewolves and shifters." The youth crowed as he eyed them.

"Baelfire." He sneered as he spotted Baelfire walking in.

Baelfire shrugged at him.

"Pan."

"Too bad you're too old, I'd offer you a place among us again." Pan jeered. The feet of his chair thumped as he brought his feet down and slapped his hands down on the desk in front of him.

"Now what can I do for you, I wonder?" Pan directed this at me.

I frowned at the impertinent youth. I knew him to be an immortal, thus much older than he looked, still, I couldn't help but think perhaps his immaturity was due to his inability to literally grow up.

"I am on a search for someone that I am aware you may be in contact with. Someone I have need of finding." I began.

Pan's face darkened. He shot Baelfire a look. He leaned forward at the desk.

"And why should I give up any knowledge of where one such as whom you seek might be found?" His voice lowered. He almost seemed menacing, his eyes flashing as he held my gaze.

I hardened my look.

"The one I seek is the maker of my kind and the maker of my lover's. We are with child. I know your immortal magic can sense that. I am in need of guidance. The kind only the one that made us could possibly give."

Pan leaned back in his seat. A look of thoughtful contemplation crossing his face.

"A hybrid? One has never been born. There was once a war over a hybrid, many centuries ago, the parents and the child were hunted down and eradicated, their names burned from history, witches even erased them from memory." Pan frowned as he drawled on.

I felt fear wrap around me. Clarke and Ruby stepped closer to me, pressing comforting shoulders into my sides. I calmed, werewolves were wonderful in that way, able to sense when others within their pack bonds were dealing with hard emotions, lending comfort when needed.

Pan eyed my group.

"Perhaps you won't have to worry so much about that, however. The two that were killed by their people for uniting, they were not in such a formidable union as you and your wolf… Your wolf, it is said she is an alpha?" Pan posed to me.

"Yes, both of the pack she was born into and the one we have built together." I admitted. Pan leaned forward again. He rested his chin on his knuckles.

"You already have the protection of those you lead. You have loyalty. I see a dragon-shifter and a witch. I can see your magic. Do witches stand with, or against you?" Pan asked of me.

I looked to Mal. She gave me a slow nod.

"They do." I gave him my answer.

"A deal then." Pan offered.

"A deal?" I frowned.

"A deal. Surely you have heard of Neverland?" Pan grinned. Ruby snorted beside me.

Clarke chuckled.

"Where children never grow up, pixies alight, Pirates roam the sea, and you supposedly rule?" I raised an eyebrow at the youthful looking immortal.

Pan crossed his arms and huffed.

"It is much more than that silly cartoon movie makes it look." He pouted. "I have been banished from my own land by my shadow."

Maleficent made a small noise beside me. Pan and I both glanced at her.

"Apologies did you just say your shadow banished you from Neverland?" Maleficent questioned, trying to stifle her laughter.

Pan frowned at her.

"My shadow is what gave me the power to cross from here into Neverland. My shadow, is what made me ruler of Neverland, it is what bound me there, without it, I am only able to be here, and never there. Without it, I have no shadow and not cannot cross into Neverland to access my stores of pixie dust. I cannot fly, I cannot grant immortality, and I cannot grant youth. These children are merely aging out of my troupe or going on what I have left." He grumbled.

"Hold on, if your shadow is what gave you those abilities, shouldn't it have been bound to you, in turn?" Clarke wondered.

Pan sighed. He flapped his hand at her as he rubbed at his face.

"I was betrayed by Tinkerbell." Pan admitted, bitterly.

"Tinkerbell?" Ruby choked out. I shot her a look. She clamped her mouth shut, though I could see her clearly struggling.

"Yes, Tinkerbell! I angered her and she plotted with my shadow! They did a spell to break the bond between him and me and banished me from Neverland." Pan slammed a fist on the desk. Ruby jumped beside me.

"What exactly would you want me to do about it?" I frowned at him.

Pan's shoulders slumped.

"I cannot enter. Not until my the spell that my shadow placed around Neverland is broken. For that I need powerful magic and blood from one born special." Pan looked towards my growing stomach. It dawned on me what he meant.

"You mean my child?" I growled.

"Just a vial." Pan held my eyes then, pleading, if I did not know him to be millennia in age, I would have thought him to be a child in that moment. One begging for something they truly wanted with all of their heart.

"What about the powerful magic?" Maleficent wondered.

Pan shrugged.

"I can always find someone."

"Kidnap them, he means." Baelfire input.

Pan shot him a nasty look.

"I'd return them after they completed what I asked." He said innocently.

I sighed. I needed his help. Artemis had created vampires and werewolves. When it came to it, she would likely know everything there was to know about us and them. Everything including the packs and the houses. Even one as hidden and ancient as her had to be keeping an eye on things. How else did she remain so well hidden?

"Deal, Pan. One vial, and this spell had best not bring any harm to my child." I warned him.

"I promise, you it will not." He spoke honestly. He stood quickly and rounded the desk.

He pulled a knife from the boots he wore, causing Clarke to step forward with a growl. I raised my hand and she stepped back.

Pan cut his hand and offered me the knife. I took it carefully and cut my own recognizing a blood vow to be made.

"I Peter Pan, vow to lead you to the one you seek, in exchange for one vial of your child's blood." He vowed. Magic glowed right along his wound as he clasped his hand against mine, the flesh warming.

"I Regina of the House of WolfTamer vow to give you a vial of my child's blood in exchange for the location of the one whom I seek." I was careful not to specify between Henry or my yet-to be born child, a sense of knowing deep win me as made the vow. I thought of Artemis as I thought of the one whom I sought.

The wound sealed itself as magic exchanged between us binding the vows we exchanged.

Pan stepped back.

"Now, I do believe you seek Artemis, yes?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes."