AN: Sorry for the wait! Hopefully this helps redeem me?

Chapter 10.

"Do you think that'll work?" Felix asked Serena with a raised eyebrow.

She shrugged. "I was the baby of the group, you might say. So I'm sure I can convince Blue to help me if I . . ." she faked a gag. "Apologize for leaving."

Her plan seemed too easy, which means that there were a thousand things that could go wrong.

"What's the catch?" he asked dryly.

"I ran away without giving up my wings," she admitted. "Forgiveness might be a little tricky."

"How'd you stay hidden?" he asked in interest. She had mentioned to Amy in Storybrooke while he was stuck in that jail that she left as a protest because Tinkerbell had been kicked out.

"I have my ways, dear Felix," she said with a smirk. "Now, I know how to kiss up to Blue better than anyone, so this has to work." Her hands reached out to grab the bottles he held in his hand, which he held back. He grabbed two of them from the back, as promised, but only agreed to give it to her if her plan wasn't stupid.

"And if it doesn't work?" he pressed.

She rolled her eyes. "Then it's your turn to come up with something! I can't always be the smart one, you know."

He glowered at her, but handed over both bottles, which she accepted gleefully.

They sat in silence for a long time before she spoke up, "Want some?" she coaxed.

"One of us needs to stay sober," he pointed out.

She snorted. "Oh please. This is just enough to only give me a strong buzz."

He scoffed in disbelief. "It's two bottles."

She grinned. "Fairies can hold liquor like you wouldn't believe."

To prove her point, she downed both bottles without a problem. Ten minutes later, she was grinning for no real reason, but she wasn't falling all over the place like an idiot, like Amy had back on Neverland.

The thought of it still made him snicker.

He was snapped out of that fond memory when Serena curled up on his lap like a cat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired," she said, through a yawn. "And you seemed preferable to the floor. Wake me up when something exciting happens, would you?"

She met his eyes, as though she were going to bat her eyelashes innocently. But she didn't. Instead they ended up in some sort of intense staring contest.

One that he lost when he started kissing her.

It was a good thing she noticed Amy come down, otherwise he never would have.

Amy's P.O.V

"Amy," Serena said nervously as I shook with rage. "Let's just try to calm down."

It had taken Felix and Serena all of ten seconds to realize that I hadn't lost my memories long with the rest of the Enchanted Forest. At which point, they'd both jumped to their feet and stared at me like I was a weird, scientific miracle. Serena was obviously a bit buzzed. Felix, however, seemed perfectly sober as he eyed me warily.

"Calm down?" I repeated. "He's destroyed everything and you expect me to CALM DOWN!?"

"Oh, shit," Serena said, shrinking back with wide eyes.

"How do you even remember?" Felix demanded, looking bewildered.

"I don't know, Felix! You did the curse! You tell me!" I barked out a harsh laugh. "Oh wait. You can't tell me because you had no fucking idea what you were doing!" I was on the verge of tears as I yelled at Felix's stricken face, hating the guilt in his eyes. "That's why Peter hates me right now! He's using me to help him kill Rumpelstiltskin and become the Dark One!"

Felix stared. "But if he-"

I didn't give him a chance to speak. "If he does it then he'll be lost to the darkness and I'll never get him back!" I grabbed one of the bottles off of the floor and smashed it, not caring how childish it was. "He won't even admit he has feelings for me now!"

Serena's expression turned horrified. "You asked him if he had feelings for you!?"

"No," I muttered. "I told him he did and that's why he was afraid to be around me."

Felix stared at me as if I were the stupidest thing he'd ever seen, while Serena groaned, smacking a hand to her forehead.

"Oh, honey," she said with a sigh. "No. Just . . . no."

"I don't know what else to do," I whispered miserably.

"Do anything but that!" she said, exasperated. "Playing hard-to-get does wonders!"

I shook my head tiredly. I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't smart and cunning like he was and I certainly didn't know how to manipulate him, as no one knew either. I didn't even know who this Peter was. I had past the point of desperation and I snapped like a twig, just wishing that my words would bring him back.

Oh God how I needed him back.

Felix gave me a cruel smirk. "Amy knows all about that game. She spent most of their time together pushing him away."

Serena spared him a dirty look, as if he were a child that she was scolding for being mean to other kids on the playground. He rolled his eyes at her and they both looked back to me. Simultaneously, their eyes grew big.

"Uh, not to worry you, Amy," Serena said awkwardly. "But . . . you're holding fire."

"Oh, I know."

Peter had to restrain himself from burning Rumpelstiltskin's castle down then and there.

He had spent hours searching and yet, he found absolutely nothing. Not the slightest hint of where the dagger was, or any trace of an enchantment that was hiding it. It had to be there somewhere. If it wasn't, then he had no other leads as to where it could be. Rumpelstiltskin could always have it with him, but to carry it around would be a death wish. Besides, Snow White and her husband would have most likely confiscated it when he'd foolishly allowed himself to be caught.

With a frustrated growl, he strode across the room he was in and kicked the spinning wheel over. Of course he would have kept his spinning habit up. It was the only thing he actually knew how to do as a kid. His younger "brother" had lacked in imagination and always whined every time Peter would steal or con others. He preferred an honest living as a child.

Peter glanced around the room he was in. The castle truly lived up to its grand expectation. It was dark and cold, to the point where the pathetic misery of the place was almost suffocating. The ambiance screamed that someone powerful and lonely lived there.

The corners of his lips twitched. Well, used to live there. Once he followed through with his plans, he planned on tearing the castle down and rebuilding something of his own.

He just had to get the damn dagger to make it all happen.

He found his thoughts shifted to his other weapon. He had been gone for a few hours now and he wondered what she was doing. Throwing a fit in her sleep, most likely. He couldn't let himself be near her when that happened. Not again. It had been a dangerous thing for him to do. He had wanted to comfort her.

His hands clenched into fists. She herself was dangerous. He had thrown her in that river and for the purpose of getting her to use her magic as a fighting tool against that hideous creature so she would finally show what she was capable of.

But she was underneath the water so long. At least that's what it had felt like. He had to go in after her. She couldn't be of use to him dead.

Then she provoked him into kissing her, making him go into a frenzy like he'd never experienced before. He decided that it had been too long since his last physical encounter and that was the only reason he had wanted her so badly.

Peter lifted up a small mirror from the desk, wondering why such an ordinary item would be lying around a room full of magical items. He stared at his reflection and scowled.

The accusations she made of him loving her was what sent him over the edge. He'd been too tolerant of her sharp tongue and now she was spouting ridiculous notions that really made no sense in the slightest.

Amy was a foolish girl who had no idea how dangerous this game she was playing was.

A bright light flashed from the mirror and he immediately held it out, blinking away the burning sensation the flash had given his eyes.

He looked back to it and a jolt went through him. It was a looking glass. And right now, he was looking at Amy.

His teeth bared at the mirror. Amy wasn't where he had left her. She was running through the forest.

"Felix!" she screamed, spinning around in a circle, her eyes searching the dark woods wildly. "Where the hell are you!?"

Peter felt something twist inside of him. Who was Felix and what the hell was she looking for him for? She was supposed to be obediently waiting for him, not running after some man.

"I guess you were never a good hider or seeker." A deep, almost monotone voice taunted from the mirror.

She whipped around and to Peter's surprise, she let out an enraged yell and threw her hand out. A purple spark zapped out struck a tree, narrowly missing the tall, blonde boy with the scar on his face that Peter had seen at the tavern. There had been something so familiar about him and his name that Peter had had to backtrack a moment to make sure he'd never seen him before.

"We've been going at this for a half hour," the boy, Felix, said in amusement. "If you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it by now."

Amy glared at him, her eyes blazing. "If you're so confident then why did I have to chase you all the way out here?"

"Maybe I miss the thrill of these games. Don't you, Lost Girl?"

The title tugged at his brain slightly, but he ignored it, focusing on Amy's face. It obviously meant something to her. Her face twisted as though she were in physical pain.

"What are you even doing here in the first place?" she demanded, her face fighting to regain composure. "To gloat about how Peter's treating me?"

Peter's eyes narrowed at the boy, waiting for his response. The only explanation that he could think of was that he used to be her lover. The thought that it had obviously ended badly was the only thing that was keeping him from hunting them both down right then and there, his search for the dagger long forgotten for the time being. Instead, he continued to watch them through the mirror.

Felix took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look," he said in a low voice. "I know we've had our differences and you dislike me-"

"Dislike you?" she cut him off incredulously. "Felix, I dislike alcohol. Speaking of which, I think you lost Serena back there somewhere." She crossed her arms and continued calmly, walking towards him. "I dislike the taste of coconut. I dislike being trapped and I dislike being thought of as weak." She stopped a couple feet in front of the boy and her tone turned venomous. "I disliked you when I first met you. Now, I hate you."

Peter smirked. Maybe they were never lovers, after all. She certainly looked like she hated him. He couldn't help but notice that she had gotten better at controlling her magic. It wasn't all over the place like it would have been a few days ago.

"You don't hate me," Felix said. He gave her a small, condescending smile. "Besides you need my help."

"Go. To. Hell!" she hissed out. "I don't want your help!"

"Yes. You. Do," Felix whispered back mockingly. "You know why?"

"Enlighten me," she shot back. "Go ahead and tell me, if you're such an expert on me now!"

"You're scared of Pan."

Amy stepped back, looking as though she'd been slapped. Peter stared at her face with a hard expression, waiting for her to react. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to deny it, but no words came out.

"And you have every reason to be scared," Felix said darkly. "That's why you need to come with us while we figure out how to fix this."

Peter gripped the mirror so tightly his knuckles felt like they'd burst through the skin. His lips curled into a snarl. What could he possibly be thinking? Trying to take his property away from him. Did he honestly think that wouldn't find them?

"He won't hurt me," she insisted weakly. "He needs me alive right now."

"What about when he doesn't?" Felix said sharply. "You think he's planning on letting you walk away just like that?"

"It doesn't matter," Amy said, her voice cracking. "I can't leave. He'll find me, like always." With those words, she dropped to the ground and broke down completely.

She was sobbing so hard Peter could hear her choking. Something inside him felt weird, watching her cry because of him. He didn't know what it was, but he had the desire to be there instead of Felix, who stared at her as though he wasn't quite sure how to deal with this situation.

After a couple minutes, he said wearily, "Stop. I really don't have patience for crying."

Her head snapped up furiously. "Fuck you! This is all your fault!"

Felix sat down next to her and put a hand on her back awkwardly. "I know. Just remember . . ." He gave her a wry grin. "Amy never fails."

Peter felt irritated when she burst out laughing, covering her face with her hands as she hiccuped.

"I really needed to hear that," Amy admitted. She sighed and wiped her eyes, taking several deep breaths before standing up. "I have to go back. Go get Serena and don't stick around here."

Felix hesitated before getting to his feet as well. "Be careful."

"Nah I figured I'd tell Peter that I was running around past my curfew. Thought that might be a fun thing to do."

Peter quirked an eyebrow at the smirk on her face. He'd never seen that playful, mischievous look on her before. At least not like this.

Felix rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, you sarcastic brat. If he hurts you . . ."

She grinned, though it seemed forced. "Are you going soft on me? I'm touched."

He gave her a look. "It's not you I'm worried about if that happens."

She bit her lip and nodded. "Right. I'll watch what I say around him."

He turned to walk away when Amy said, "Wait!" He looked back to her expectantly.

"I almost forgot something," she explained. "I wanted to say thanks for . . ." Her fist reared back and shot forward, making direct contact with his face.

"Shit!" Felix swore, gripping his nose, which was now bleeding steadily.

"Thanks for fucking everything up in the first place, asshole!" she said, smiling sweetly.

She walked away, looking quite pleased with herself and more calm than he'd ever seen her. Peter realized that this boy, who obviously knew her well, had brought out a glimpse of who she was before the magic took control of her. Before Peter dragged her off to make her use it.

He didn't want her to watch what she said around him.