I woke up, breathing in slowly. There was a tent above me or some sort of cover. I sat up slowly, unsure. After a second, I walked to the entrance. I didn't even leave the hut before Henry grabbed me and tackled me in a huge bear-hug.

"Henry!" I gasped as he pushed the air out of my lungs.

"I didn't know where he took you," he said softly. "Or whether you'd come back." I smiled gently, kissing his forehead.

"I will never leave you," I replied. "I will protect you always." I held his head against me, letting him calm himself down. "What did you do while I was gone?" I asked, looking down.

"I had a sword fight," he replied, smiling. "And I won. Then..." his voice trailed off. "There was a mirror." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"A mirror?"

He nodded. "My moms were there with Hook and David and Mary Margret." I smiled.

"They were trying to reach you, Henry," I whispered. "I told you they were here for you." I ran my fingers through his hair comfortingly. He noticed the bracket on my wrist.

"What's that?" He asked. I looked down, glancing at it. I reached down and tried to pull it off, but it wouldn't move.

"It neutralizes my magic," I replied as I tugged it again. I held my wrist out. "Maybe I can't take it off. Maybe someone else does."

"Why can't Pan touch you?" He asked as he pulled the bracelet off my wrist. I bit my lip.

"That is very complicated," I replied. "Just in short, a protective spell was put over me, specifically to protect me from Peter because of my background." Henry nodded just as Pan walked in the hut.

"I see the pirate is awake," he cooed. I sighed, ignoring him as Henry finally let me go, walking outside the tent.

"What do you want?" I hissed. He chuckled.

"Will you not give any sympathy?" He asked. I threatened to slap him, but he didn't flinch, even though if I did, it would burn him

Maybe my protection spell didn't effect the shadow, but then again, I would know. I walked out, not looking back at Pan.

Finally, I let my coat fall next to the tree, letting my skin be exposed as I cooled off fairly quickly. I noticed the blood stain on the side of the dark coat. I looked down at my brown, short-sleeved shirt that was lose. I noticed the blood stain on the side too. I also knew that if Pan tried to touch me, I had more exposed skin. I could burn him easier.

I was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, maybe not the best choice for the freezing Storybrooke, but fine here. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment, cutting off all sounds to allow a sense of peace as the sweat dripped down my back.

When I looked up, Pan was gone and so was Henry and Felix.

My chest tightened as panic rose up into me, swarming me violently. "Henry!" I yelled, cupping my hands. I heard nothing. I turned around for two seconds and Henry was gone?

I knew Pan wouldn't try to kill him while I was there. He knew I could wound him—badly if I gripped hard enough. That was even without magic I could also inflict. I had adjusted to the island as quickly as I could. I was pretty sure I could figure out where they were.

I took a sharp, inward breath before touching the ground, trying to feel the presence around me, fanning out as far as I could, thinking, waiting. A few miles away, I was almost certain I found Henry. Maybe if I did this again I could find Neal.

I ran, pushing myself hard, just to find Henry. I picked up spread, going faster and faster, and suddenly stopping to listen. I froze, a branch cracking behind me.

"Henry?" I asked softly. Nothing emerged. Anger swallowed me. "Pan. Felix?" Felix stepped out, a crossbow over his shoulder.

"Pan is not going to stay patient with you much longer, Jones," he hissed. "He already can't touch you." A smug grin crawled up my face.

"Good," I replied. I turned to where I was headed before, but Felix gripped my arm. "Let go," I snapped. He smiled.

"Pan may not be able to touch you," he said. "But I can." He pulled out his crossbow. "And I can kill you." With a flick of my finger, the bow flew against the tree. Felix snarled.

"You would try," I said. "Pan can't touch me because of magic." I yanked against him, pulling him so he was inches from my face. "But I don't need magic to deal with you."

—Then—

Rumpelstiltskin brought me in his castle, which was gleaming with jewels and trophies and statues. There was a servant there, a girl, who's name was Belle. She took my cloak as the Dark One brought me to some sort of dining room.

"I have nothing to offer you," I said. He smiled, pulling out some sort of crystal ball. "The Blue Fairy will be furious with me for even talking to you."

He chuckled. "Then she won't know, now would she?" He placed the ball on the table in front of me. "All I ask for in return is the sheer look of surprise on your pretty little face." I stared at him.

"Excuse me?" I asked. He nodded, laughing to himself.

"I will need your finger," he said. I pulled my hands away from him. "I'm not going to chop it off. I just need a little bit of blood."

"Give me a needle and I'll do it myself," I snapped. He smirked, passing me a dagger. I had half-hoped it would be the Dark One's dagger, but knew he wouldn't hand it over to me. I placed the blade down on my palm and putting pressure on it, I cut across, cringing as I handed the knife back to him.

"Now drop your blood onto this ball," he said. I squeezed my hand and a drop of blood fell on it, spreading out into figures and backgrounds completely in color. I healed my hand, looking at the ball with curiosity.

A man with dark hair and a hook looked like he was drinking at a bar. I remembered this man when he was at the harbors. I went down there and saw him. He went by the name Captain Hook.

A girl came over and sat on his lap, blonde hair behind her, grinning as she leaned down and kissed him, long. I grimaced.

But as she turned her face, I could see her features.

They were the same ones from my memories. "That's my mother," I whispered softly. It showed the woman, hair braided behind her as she hung off of the Captain's ship, screaming with delight. It fast forward to the man kissing the woman's hand as he stepped onto the deck of his ship and then, she clutched her stomach, gasping.

She was pregnant.

With me.

The ball stopped and cleared and as much as I hated it, a look of shock and surprise was on my face, plastered there strongly. In the silence, Rumpelstiltskin chuckled, laughing.

"Nice to meet you, Kaleen Jones," he grinned. I glanced up at him, but when I did, he teleported me back to where I was standing with the blue fairy just now finding me.

I was a pirate.

Captain Hook is my father.

—-Now—

"You think so, pirate?" He asked, smirking. I suddenly brought my foot up and kicked him, yanking my arm out of his grasp as he stumbled back, holding his jaw. I tripped him and he hit his head on the base of a tree, he moaned.

"I guess being caught off guard is not what you're used to," I said, turning to sprint again. With force, Pan's shadow lifted me up and dragged me back to the camp area. When I shot a stream of magic at it, it screeched and dropped me, catching me, soon holding me by the collar and choking me. I gasped, trying to get him off. Then, it dropped me. I rolled over twice in the leaves before standing back up again, ready.

But it was gone.

I wiped my mouth, tasting metal. I brought my hands up and healed myself. I knew they wouldn't let me get to Henry, but I could still reach out and look for him. If I knew where he was, I could make sure they hadn't hurt him.

I kneeled down, pressing my fingers down, reaching out. I saw him, safe. His movements were simple. He leaned on a bedpost, talking to someone. Pan was just outside. He was hidden.

I wanted to lunge forward when Pan made any movement at all. After a while, Henry ran out the cavern and ran down the ladder, running back to the camp. I took in a sigh of relief as he ran in the direction I was.

Before Henry returned, however, Pan landed next to me, leaning on the tree. He stared at me in silence, waiting to see if I would even acknowledge him.

"Yes, Pan," I said. "I can see you." He chuckled.

"You tried to find Henry," he said. I smirked, my eyes still closed as he inched closer, kneeling down.

"I already found him," I said, racing an eyebrow. "You took him away from me. You knew I wouldn't let him stray this far, however, I found him. When I tried to come myself, your shadow was inclined on killing me." With only a hundred yards left, I took my hands off the ground, turning my head to Peter, who smiled.

"No," I said. "I can't let you stop me." He paused. "But I can't kill you either. I can't touch you." I smirked.

"I'm just in you way," I snapped. "And I will continue to do so until Henry is off this island and safe." Pan grinned.

"Not yourself?" He asked. "Very noble, darling. Endearing. You'd trade your life for his safety?" I nodded.

"I have a vow," I said. "And I plan of fulfilling it." Suddenly, Henry bursted out of the brush, painting. He brushed by us, freezing when Pan spoke.

"Why so down?" He asked. Henry whipped around.

"You said you had more secrets but you lied," Henry hissed. "I found Wendy." Pan's face turned pale. he shook his head, reaching out for Henry's shoulder.

"I can explain—"

"Is she really dying?" Henry asked. Pan sighed and nodded.

"I'm afraid so," he replied. "I would have told you, but I didn't want that weight on your shoulders." Henry bit his lip.

I said nothing. I could say nothing. I just started and made sure Pan didn't touch Henry. Henry glanced at me before looking back at the demon.

"I'm the only one who can save magic?" He asked. Pan nodded, stepping in the woods. He told Henry to weight and walked me the other direction, soon grabbing me by the waist and picking me up. I made sure not to touch him. If I died, Henry wouldn't be safe from Pan. I couldn't fly.

"Smart girl," he said. I glared at him as he set me down by a huge tree. He landed in front of me. "You see, I can't have you following us. You'll stop me and although I can't hurt you, I can hurt your father. Watch as I dangle is precious daughter in front of hm like a doll." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"And how exactly are you going to keep me from following you?" I questioned. "Your shadow can't hold me off for long." Pan chuckled, flicking his fingers. The vines on the tree seized my arms and yanked me backwards, holding me against the tree.

I screamed, struggling, but it only made it worse.

"These feed off of regret," he chuckled. "And I'm sure you have plenty." That's when he turned and flew off, leaving me as I struggled against the vines.

—Then—

As soon as the curse was broken, I had run to Henry, who had just woken up from a sleeping curse. My eyes darted upwards, meeting Regina's gaze. My chest tightened, but she ignored me.

When Henry sat up, looking around, he smiled. Soon after, he had hugged me and thanked me for making sure his mother was safe to begin with.

That was when I realized something. As soon as Henry was off, I ran to Mr. Gold's shop, swinging open the door. I knew that was most likely the worse thing to do, since magic could be returning, but I did it.

Rumpelstiltskin walked out from behind. "Kaleen," he chuckled. "How are you dearie?" I glared at him.

"That one day," I said, the door shutting behind me. "When you offered me a drink. I drank it. You gave me my memories back. Why? Why would you do that?" I paused. "You gave memories back to your mortal enemy's daughter, a fairy in training and the one who helped with your imprisonment in the first place." He chuckled.

"You are the protector," he said. "You needed to keep Henry safe. Those only helped you."

"They made no difference," I hissed. "And they drove me insane." He stepped forward, whispering. Chuckling again, he messed with the figurine on the shelf.

"That was part of the fun," he continued. I glared at him, curling my fists. "And by the way, dearie, you needed them if you were going to help raise the boy."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He took another step forward.

"Faith Wood couldn't care less," he replied. "Did you not notice I gave them to you a few days before you met the heir?"

"They grew stronger every month," I replied. "I could have cared for Henry as Faith Wood." He paused, holding my gaze.

"You better get going, dearie," he said. "The one you need to protect is in danger." I glared at him one more time before swinging the door open and running to the mayor's house.

—-Now—