Title:Return

Authoress:superhackaninja5

Rating:M

Summary:see chapter one

Warnings:see chapter one(but for this chapter, some random captainpan smut)

Disclaimer:I do not own anything. Ermahgawd, this hiatus is freaking killing me!2 MORE WEEKS!CAN PETER PAN PLEASE COME BACK IN THE SHOW BECAUSE OMIGOD I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST I WANT ROBBIE KAY BACK AND I WANT LOST!HENRY ARRRRRGGGGGGGH.

Sorry I just had to rant for a moment there. I am so fucking dying. And I apologize for not updating this sooner but I was sick all last week and then I was busy all weekend and I had epic writer's block. AND I was doing a CaptainPan challenge on Tumblr. Two prompts done! :D Anyway, so here's chapter ten finally and oooh things are about to get exciting!

Neverland

He was back in the twilit jungle, but this time, it was of his own free will. He wanted to be here and, when he saw Peter waiting for him by the fire in the center of the clearing, a smile split his young face.

The smile faltered slightly when he saw that Peter wasn't alone, though;standing next to him was a tall, hooded boy who looked incredibly imposing with an angry red scar across the left side of his white face. Henry couldn't help but feel a slight tremor of fear at the utter lack of emotion in his grey eyes.

As if sensing his discomfort, Peter laid a calming hand on his shoulder. "This is Felix, Henry,"the blonde introduced his companion in a friendly tone, "He's the eldest Lost Boy-after me, of course-and he's also, you might say, my right-hand man. He takes care of things when I'm not around, and he's completely harmless, unless provoked, of course,"

Henry relaxed somewhat at Peter's reassuring words. If Peter said that Felix wouldn't hurt him, then Henry believed him. After all, Peter would never lie to him.

"How come I've never seen him before?"he questioned curiously as Peter moved away slightly, arching one of his light eyebrows in query, "He wasn't here all the other times I visited in my dreams," "That's because I didn't need him to be here before,"the shorter blonde explained matter-of-factly, sharing a brief glance with his second-in-command before turning back to face Henry with an uncharacteristically serious expression, "But, just in case I'm not around, Felix will take care of you. He can be just as much your friend as I am, okay, Henry?"

Something in Peter's words made it sound as though there was more to it than he was saying, but Henry didn't feel the need to pry any further. He nodded in understanding. "Okay,"he accepted the explanation without hesitation, flashing the hooded boy a brief smile of acknowledgement.

Peter patted his arm amiably. "Good,"he said with the barest trace of an inflection before switching topics, "Now that that's out of the way, come on. Let's play,"

Henry followed him out of the campsite and they did what they'd only started doing since the last time he'd come here. They ran through the trees, Peter pointing out his favourite spots of the sprawling island as they did so. Henry saw all sorts of animals, both ordinary and not and he found them all fascinating.

The two of them did all sorts of things that he couldn't do in his waking world;they hunted all of the wildlife, played games like tag through the jungle. Peter even taught him how to shoot arrows;he was no great shakes at it, but it was just for fun.

When they came to Peter's favourite spot on the island, what he called his "Thinking Tree", they stopped so that Henry could take a breather and so that they could talk.

"So how are your memories, Henry?Have any more of them come back?"the taller boy asked him with what sounded like a genuine concern, leaning back against the tree trunk and crossing his long legs at the ankles.

Henry took a brief moment to think about the question before responding, "Bits and pieces of them, but not enough to really make sense of everything. I remember you and the pirate who came to my mom and I, but not much else. I still get the feeling that I'm missing a big part of the picture,"

He paused, then confided some of his more private thoughts to the immortal, "I think my mom is remembering more, though, because she seems to trust Captain Hook now. Or at least, she seems to trust him enough to let him take her to the Enchanted Forest and try and track down my grandparents,"

For a second, Henry could have sworn that there was a gleam of satisfaction in Peter's emerald eyes;but it was gone as quickly as it had come, so he wrote it off as just his imagination. The leader of the Lost Boys's tone was perfectly innocent when he spoke again.

"Maybe you should try and see if you can go with her,"Peter suggested offhandedly, "Maybe the magic in the Enchanted Forest can break whatever curse was put on you,"

Henry nodded slowly;that didn't sound like that bad an idea. He'd always wanted to be somewhere with magic;Neverland was great and all, but he could only get there in his dreams. The Enchanted Forest, on the other hand, was apparently somewhere he could go for real. That was definitely something he would want, too.

"Do you really think she would let me?"he quipped hopefully, wondering what Peter really thought about it.

The blonde shrugged his lanky shoulders. "If your mother really loves you, she'll help you get your memories back,"he stated firmly, meeting Henry's large brown eyes without blinking.

Henry smiled gratefully at him. "I'll ask her when I wake up,"he decided with determination, "I've always wanted to be in a fairy tale. Now I get to see where they all came from,"

The Saviour's son was so wrapped up in his own excitement that he didn't see the malevolent smirk that curled his companion's lips. Nor did he see Peter's green eyes darken until they were nearly black with malice beneath his long, golden lashes.

New York City, New York

For the first time in a week, Henry woke up with a smile on his face. He no longer considered the dreams about Neverland nightmares and now he looked forward to them, rather than dreaded them. The one he'd just had, in particular, was one that he had especially enjoyed.

Peter Pan had become something of a godsend to the brown-haired boy. Henry didn't really have any friends in the real world, so Peter was his only confidant. Neverland had become almost like a second home, too, which was part of why he wanted to see the Enchanted Forest for himself. Because, if he could get there, maybe it would be possible for him to get to Neverland as well. That was why he'd decided last night that he was going to try and convince his mother to let him go with her to rescue her parents.

A faint noise from the other room broke into the boy's thoughts and he frowned, pushing back his bedcovers to go aaanddd investigate the source. He padded across his bedroom floor and, when he cracked open the door, was scandalized to see his mother just outside it, already fully dressed and scrambling to get her things together.

She was trying to sneak out before he woke up, Henry realized with quiet fury and no small amount of confusion. She was trying to leave him behind-but why would she do that?

The reasonable part of him understood that Emma was probably just trying to keep him safe, but he was twelve;the reasonable part lost to the petulant part. And the more childish side felt betrayed at the revelation that his mother wasn't even going to give him a choice in the matter.

Furious and hurt, Henry rushed to grab his coat and crammed his feet into his boot. If Emma wasn't going to give him the choice, then he would just have to take things into his own hands.

He followed his mother out of the door, taking great care to let her see him. She was apparently preoccupied, though, because she didn't even glance behind her to see if there was anyone watching. She forgot to lock their door, too, but that was beside the point.

Henry trailed her from several steps behind, ducking into alleys and inside shops that were already open so that she wouldn't see him. After a few moments, he became certain that he knew where she was heading.

They arrived at the harbour a little while later and Emma halted, her white forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. Henry didn't understand what was wrong;the Jolly Roger was right in front of her, and its captain was striding down the ramp to greet her.

"Bit early for a meeting, isn't it?"the pirate said by way of a greeting, obviously more than a little bit irritated at being forced to get up at this hour. Henry didn't blame him;he'd been all set to go back to sleep before he'd heard his mom sneaking out-it was four-thirty in the morning, after all.

"Sorry,"Emma apologized, stuffing her hands in her pockets guiltily, "I just wanted to do this before Henry woke up, otherwise he'd know I wasn't going to take him with me and he'd get upset and I didn't want to hurt his feelings," Too late for that,Henry thought darkly, mouth compressing into a thin line.

Hook nodded, as if he understood, waving a hand in the direction of his ship. "Shall we get started, then?"he suggested with an abrupt change of mood, lips curling slightly.

Emma stepped back in shock. "How did you do that?"she asked in a half-horrified, half-awed whisper. Henry had no idea what she was talking about until Hook responded, "Cloaking spell. To keep my ship from prying eyes,"

The brown-haired boy's confusion returned and deepened. The pirate had said basically the same thing when Henry had come here on his own the other day;he'd asked Henry how he'd been able to see the ship when it was under a cloaking spell. That didn't make sense, though;if the ship really had been concealed, how come Henry had been able to see it perfectly?

He didn't have long to contemplate, though;his mother and Hook were climbing aboard the ship and he had to find a place to hide if he was going to be able to continue to listen in on their conversation.

He hastened to try and get onboard without being seen, he really did, but his attempt failed and he was busted. "Henry?"Emma called out, with a mix of anger and guilt.

Henry forced down the flush in his cheeks at getting caught and replied nonchalantly, "Oh hey, Mom. Fancy meeting you here,"

From behind his mom, Hook inclined his head in acknowledgement, but didn't speak. Emma, on the other hand, stared at him, colour high in his cheeks. "Henry, did you follow me here?"she demanded to know, unable to keep her voice from shaking slightly.

"Yes,"Henry answered before he'd really thought about it, lifting his chin boldly. Then, he interrupted before his mom could scold him. "I wouldn't have had to if you had just told me you were going,"

Emma looked down at her boots as Henry crossed his arms, boring holes into the top of her head. When she couldn't seem to come up with anything to defend herself, he continued in his accusatory tone, "You were going to do all of this without me, weren't you?Did you really think you could keep me out of it?"

"I did,"his mom admitted quietly after a moment of uncomfortable silence, finally working up the courage to meet her son's wounded gaze apologetically. She took a tentative step forward and attempted to justify her actions, "I just want to keep you safe, Henry. That's all I care about. I wouldn't even be doing this at all if you hadn't pushed me into it-"

"Exactly!"Henry interjected insistently, jabbing a thumb in her direction, "You would never have taken this chance if it weren't for me. You need me, so why can't I help?"

Emma looked beseechingly at Hook for help. When he merely stared back at her, she let out a heavy sigh. "Look, Henry, just please, don't fight me on this," she pleaded tiredly, pulling out her cell phone, "I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you. I'm calling out friends who live nearby and asking them if you can stay with them while I'm gone,"

Her son merely glared at her, feeling a deep sense of hurt and betrayal. Peter had been right;adults would always let him down. And now he was going to be trapped in New Jersey while his mother went on an adventure without him.

She was sprawled across a throne of coiled nightmares and shadows. Thorns haloed around her feet, which were encased in sleek, black stiletto boots.

Not a single ray of light was able to penetrate her fortress. There were no windows, no candles, not even a crack in the wall;this was, by far, the darkest place in the world.

This was the Stygian manor;the true Dark Hollow.

Its ruler was just as dark as its name-and she was its Queen, make no mistake. No wars were fought for dominion here. No one had ever been strong enough to challenge her-except for one person. And he was now imprisoned, a victim of his own machinations.

Inside her castle, she saw everything. From the depths of the underworld, she knew it all. And she did not like it one bit.

The Saviour, a tool of light, and the spawn of the Dark One uniting and birthing a child. That child being the key to the demon known as Peter Pan survival and the Dark One's undoing? Spells, these days, so unjust. So…costly.

She did so despise that old adage; "all magic comes with a price". Her magic was free;insidious, violent and sinister, yes. But free. The magic that had been used to kill Pan, on the other hand?Nothing had ever been pricier.

Or less permanent. She had personally made sure of that.

Peter Pan was her partner-had been ever since he became Peter Pan. The Black Fairy had aided in the creation of his home of Neverland, and in the demise of the person he had once been. Now she was the one helping him finish what he had started in Storybrooke;his Dark Curse would not fail. And she would know;she was the one who had created it.

Rising from the ornate obsidian chair, she drew herself up to her full height, black cloak trailing behind her as the double doors of her manor swung open, revealing an unexpected guest. "Lady Maleficent,"Tamesis greeted the blonde standing in the doorway courteously. She swept a gloved hand behind her in a beckoning motion, "Come in, please. We have business to discuss,"

The other sorceress nodded, accepting her invitation and entering the lightless chamber, doing her best to conceal her apprehension as the complete darkness enveloped her on all sides. Tamesis seemed to sense it, though, and couldn't resist commenting, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so used to the darkness that I forget that others need the light to see,"

She snapped her fingers and jet-black flames sprang to life around the room, casting a faint, pale glow over the onyx walls. "Better?" the Black Fairy questioned with a slight mocking edge, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Maleficent gave a quiet laugh to cover her relief. She'd never been afraid of the dark, but in this place, the dark took on a whole new meaning.

The Black Fairy lead her back to the other end of the chamber, conjuring a second chair for her companion as she sank down into her own, slinging one of her satin-clad legs over the other. "So,"she started once Maleficent had joined her, folding her hands in her lap, "I have the former Evil Queen chained up, just as she did to you. The question is, do you want her to remain so? Or would you like the pleasure of finally finishing her off?"

Her tone was conversational, as if they were merely discussing the weather instead of someone's life. And, though it was tempting to say she wanted kill the Queen, Maleficent knew that the Black Fairy and her malevolent partner had another plan in mind. Since they were the ones running the show, there was really only one right answer.

"Let her stay trapped,"the blonde replied firmly, a vindictive twist coming over her glossy lips, "She trapped me for twenty-eight years. I think she deserves a sentence at least half that long,"

"Oh, don't worry about that,"Tamesis's grin turned crooked as she made a promise she fully intended to keep: "The former Queen's prison will be eternal. For defying Peter Pan, I have sworn to make her suffer like no other," She paused, then continued, this time speaking more to herself than to the other woman.

"In contributing to Pan's demise, she did what very few people have ever been foolish enough to do. And in making an enemy out of me, she has made, quite frankly, the worst mistake of her life."

What she didn't say, though, was that Regina Mills had made one other mistake:thinking that she could break Pan's curse without there being any consequences more severe than never seeing her son again. And she was just about to find out just how misguided she had been.

Neverland(flashback)

"Henry,"Pan's soft accent interrupted his paltry regret, causing him to turn around to face the immortal boy, "Don't you know the best thing about being a Lost Boy?" He pushed the sword Henry had conjured back into the brunette's hand with a bright grin, "We never apologize,"

His lesson imparted, the immortal closed a hand over the shorter's wrist and raised his arm, gaze falling expectantly on the other Lost Boys as they started to cheer. "Come on!"he encouraged them enthusiastically, holding Henry's arm up in triumph.

Their cheers rose and Henry felt an unexpected rush of pride as he listened to them. He'd never had any friends in Storybrooke;he had no idea what it felt like to receive praise from someone who wasn't related to him.

Bolstered by their obvious admiration, he allowed himself a grin of his own, feeling sweat trickle down his temple as he held his limb higher. "Yeah!"he exclaimed slightly hoarsely, soaking up the praise with a pounding heart.

He had to admit, it had felt good to make that boy pay for provoking him. It had definitely been a far cry from the sword practice he'd engaged in with his father and grandfather back home;he'd never felt that kind of exhilaration before.

The thing that came as the biggest surprise, though, was what he had done with that stick. He'd been able to turn it into a real sword just by believing it was;he'd never, not even in his wildest dreams, imagined he could do such a thing. In fact, other than being the son of the Saviour, and the grandson of the Dark One, he'd always pretty much thought of himself as being a regular kid. Now, on the other hand…

The jubilation gradually died down and Pan's hand slid off of him. "Come on, Henry,"the blonde beckoned to him as the other Lost boys resumed their previous activities, although they were still chattering about the fight.

Henry followed Pan back to where he had been standing, next to a tree. The taller boy took up his previous position, crossing his lanky arms over his lean chest before speaking again.

"You enjoyed that,"he said knowingly, eyes glinting darkly. It wasn't a question, but Henry nodded all the same. "Yeah, I did,"he admitted still slightly breathless from the abnormal exertion.

Pan's smile widened, showing his sharp, pointed teeth so it looked almost predatory. "I thought you might,"he commented archly, tucking one of his boots behind the other, "You were a natural with that sword. You could really put those skills to use here, you know, Henry. They wouldn't do you much good in the real world,"

The brunette had to concede that point;other than being a bonding activity with the males in his family, he would probably never need the skill of handling a sword. But that didn't change the fact that he probably wouldn't like what Pan had in mind for his "skills", either.

"You mean, as a Lost Boy?"he quipped suspiciously, letting his grip on the blade loosen so that point swung toward the ground. "I mean, for whatever you want,"Peter corrected with the barest hint of chastisement, "I told you;you can do whatever want here, Henry-no one is going to tell you "no","

Henry scuffed his foot uncomfortably. "But I told you, I don't want to stay here. My family's coming to get me,"he stated, but it sounded more rehearsed;because the truth was, he was losing hope. Soon he would become a Lost Boy-and he would be lying if he said the idea didn't excite him a little.

The Jolly Roger

It had been a few hours since Emma had returned to her apartment with her son. They had made plans to meet up the following day to discuss going to the Enchanted Forest. Now Hook was sitting on his bed, just waiting for Pan to make an appearance and his comments on the night's events.

He didn't have to wait very much longer;just as he was starting to drift off, the sound of that familiar sibilant British accent jolted him from his fatigue. "Well done, Captain,"the demon boy congratulated him from the other side of the cabin, pushing himself off of the far wall and sauntering languidly into the light, "You're following the plan perfectly,"

Hook didn't blink as the eternal boy came steadily closer, simply leaning back and letting him do so. "And her parents?Are you actually planning on releasing them when I take her to the Enchanted Forest?"he questioned offhandedly, as if it were a throwaway matter of no real importance, And, to him, it actually wasn't;he was merely curious.

A quiet, spiteful chuckle slipped from Peter's unnaturally pink lips as he continued to advance, lessening the distance between them by the second. "Do you really think that I would ever make things that simple, especially for her?"he let out a derisive scoff, "No. I didn't take her family in order to engineer a happy little reunion. When the Saviour reaches her birthplace, I have another nasty surprise in mind for her,"

Strangely, Hook didn't feel any regret or guilt at helping the demon with his "nasty surprise". His tone remained utterly conversational as he posed another question, "And the boy?You know Emma would never let him come with her,"

"Of course not,"Peter whispered as if the topic were old hat, emerald orbs focusing on the pirate's face. His upper lip curled victoriously, "In fact, that's exactly what I'm counting on,"

He cupped the back of Hook's neck almost intimately, brushing his lips teasingly over the other's as he filled his mouth with words, voice husky with unbridled excitement. "She'll do exactly what she does best:abandoning him while she goes off on her quest. She'll be sending him right back where he was always going to end up;in my clutches. And I will blacken his heart until he becomes so lost that he never wants to be found,"

He peered at Hook through his lashes, a dangerous challenge in his eyes, as if he were daring the one-handed man to doubt him. Hook's heart rate sped up as the blonde pressed closer to him, moving in between his spread legs and tugging his head back so that his throat was exposed.

Breath slightly hitched, the pirate responded, "And while you still have his grandparents and his other mother imprisoned?"He inhaled sharply when he felt teeth at the ridge of his neck, stopping just short of breaking the skin. "They're going to be his final test. He's going to help me curse them-and he's not going to regret a thing,"Peter stated firmly, mouth closing over the nape of Killian's neck as he pushed him back onto the bed.

The pirate moaned as Peter sucked on the old hickey, long fingers moving down his chest, just barely scratching at the skin exposed by the opening in his shirt. His hips jerked when the exploratory hand dipped beneath the waistband of his slacks, skimming over his lower stomach.

His hand seized the back of Peter's head, pressing his neck harder against the teen's teeth and not even bothering to pretend that he wasn't enjoying this. "And me?"he asked breathlessly, carrying on their conversation even though he was no longer really interested in talking.

Peter's thin eyebrows waggled suggestively as his dirty blonde locks fell untidily over his forehead, giving him an almost rakish look. "You, captain?"he repeated, rolling Hook's title off of his tongue with a sinuous undercurrent as he slid a knee in between the pirate's thighs.

He leaned over the panting male, looking like a predator about to devour its prey. The hand that wasn't currently down Hook's pants stroked his cheek lightly as he pretended to consider his reply.

Hot breath ghosted over the sensitive flesh of Killian's ear as Peter spoke against it, accent thick with unconcealed lust, "Well, after you've taken the Saviour back home, you're going to do the thing that you so foolishly refused to do the last time I offered to restart our relationship-only this time, I'm changing the target. You're going to kill Snow White," He paused, nipping at the man's bottom lip, "That is, after I finish with you here,"

Without waiting for an answer, he lunged forward and claimed Hook's lips, devouring them with such ferocity that it made the pirate dizzy. It didn't help, either, that, at that exact moment, Peter's hand also closed around his shaft, finding his want blatant and hot.

Killian let out a desperate, needy sound as the demon rubbed his thumb over the veins in his cock, starting to jerk him off while his tongue stabbed in and out of Hook's mouth until it grew numb.

He lost himself completely to the twin pleasures Pan was giving him, letting himself be undone by Pan's kisses and his touches. No one had ever made him lose his control like this;no one could ever make him submit the way he did to Peter Pan.

It was ironic, really;the thing that had lead him here was him falling in love with Emma, the greatest of light. And now, here he was, allowing himself to be dominated by the truly greatest of dark-and loving every minute of it.

GAH THAT CHAPTER TOOK A MILLLION YEARS. And the random captainpan smut at the end…I don't even know. I'm sorry.