Chapter 10.

AN: I am so overwhelmed by the amount of love this story has gotten. Thank you guys so much! Sorry for leaving you with that cliffhanger but—just kidding. I never felt so ALIVE doing that to you guys. xD

I felt numb. All I could think was that he had to be lying. That this was some sort of new game for him to play. Emma, Hook, Mary Margaret, and David just stared, looking as shocked as I felt.

"No," Regina said firmly, echoing my thoughts. "There's no possible way. I think I would know if my mother had another child when I was seventeen. She doesn't even come from the same world as us!"

"She's right," I agreed. "We're not sisters."

"What's your last name, Amy?" Peter asked casually.

I opened my mouth to tell remind him I didn't use it anymore but he cut me off. "Before you stopped using it."

"Mills," I said tiredly. The name felt weird coming from my mouth. I hadn't said it out loud in so long.

"So what?" Regina snapped. "This could be some kind of trick you put her up to."

"I am so not working for him!" I insisted, jumping to my feet. "We could just have the same last name."

"And the same parents," Peter said with a smirk. "Regina, I would put her heart back. You look like you're about to drop it."

She scowled but turned to me and, almost gently, put the heart back in. It hurt, but not as badly as taking it out and squeezing it did.

"Thanks, sis," I said sarcastically. I felt better with it back in, like I was whole again.

"Alright, Pan," Emma cut in before Regina could retort. "Tell us what you know."

"Please," I said desperately, knowing that demanding wouldn't get anywhere with him. "Please, Peter. I need to know."

He watched me thoughtfully for a moment before finally nodding. "Fine. Amy you can't remember anything from before you were ten, right?"

I reluctantly nodded.

"Well that's because Cora blocked your memories."

"Why would she do that?" I demanded furiously. Forget what I said. I wanted answers.

He raised his eyebrows at me and I held my hands up, signaling that I would shut up.

"It was a long time ago when I was in the Enchanted Forest," he began. My first instinct was to laugh, but something gently tugged at my brain. Had I heard the name before?

"I was playing my pipes, as normal, trying to gather some more Lost Boys. Everything was going as it normally did, so you can imagine my surprise when a five-year old girl showed up."

I stared at him in horror. "You've known me since I was five!?"

He ignored me. "I took you home and discovered that it wasn't your real family. Your real mom left you there and never came back." He finally looked directly at me. "You were quite aware that she'd left you, but you were sure she'd come back one day."

I sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like me. So then what happened?"

"I was curious, to say the least. So I went and found your older sister, who was the most hated woman in the land. Oh, and your mother was long gone."

"I was not the most hated woman—"

"Where was my mom?" I interrupted. "Why didn't she come back for me?"

A wicked grin crossed Peter's face and he looked at Regina. "Would you like to tell her?"

I whipped my head to look at her, and to my surprise, she looked slightly guilty.

"I did what I thought best at the time," she said stiffly, avoiding my eyes.

"What did you do?" I asked in a shrill voice. "Did you kill her!?"

"No," she snapped. "I sent her to another realm on my wedding day."

"You banished our mother?" I gasped. "Oh that is so-so-"

"Evil?" David supplied helpfully.

"Exactly," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"Don't act like you knew her," she hissed at me before rounding back on Peter. "And I'd like to know just how I never knew that my mother was pregnant!"

Peter shrugged. "She hid it with magic, I'm sure. She didn't want you to know. If you found out, you'd have become a "loving" big sister, not the powerful ruler that she wanted you to be."

I rubbed my temples. "You're forgetting one very important thing. I saw my mother when I was ten, remember? She left me with Paul." I raised an eyebrow at him. "On Earth, as you know."

"I'm not saying anymore," he said with a smirk. "You need to remember on your own." With that, he turned around and began to walk away.

"Amy, don't!" Mary Margaret yelped right before I tackled him to the ground.

I don't know how long the two of us wrestled. I fought dirty, or at least I tried to. I tried to punch and I even tried to claw, but he easily blocked me. I could hear the heated discussion coming from the group over whether to break us apart or not.

Finally, he pushed me on my back and straddled me.

"Why can't you just tell me?" I begged, trying to catch my breath. "What did I ever do to you?"

He reached down and slowly began to stroke my cheek. I closed my eyes. For just a moment, I could pretend that he actually cared about me.

Finally I opened my eyes and saw that he looked more serious than I'd ever seen him.

"The memories will all start coming back, Amy," he said softly. "I promise."

Then he vanished into thin air.

For a few seconds, I was in such shock I couldn't move. Then slowly I got up and looked behind me.

"Show's over," I announced. I'd never seen a group of people look more awkward.

"He's lying," Regina said, shaking her head. "It's not possible. Growing up outside of Storybrooke should mean you'd be much older since you weren't hit by the curse."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said warily. "But he's not lying."

"You don't know that, Amy," Mary Margaret said gently.

"He's got you fallen for his con, love," Hook said softly.

"He's not lying," I insisted. "I know he's not."

Regina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "And how do you know that? Please, tell us."

"Because . . ." I thought about what I was trying to say and could only come up with one explanation. "I think I trust him."

I didn't have any time to hear their horrified reactions or protests that I was mentally insane. My mind had decided to thrust me somewhere else.

I snuck outside, giggling and dancing. Sir Maurice would be so upset if he found out I left the house in the middle of the night but the music was just so pretty I had to find who was playing it. It must have been some kind of angel. It was coming from the forest nearby my house.

It took me a long time but I finally could see some kind of light emitting. My eyes lit up. It must have been some kind of party with a fire pit! I hiked up my night gown and ran to it. When I arrived, there was a bunch of boys dancing around a fire like animals! I made a face. I didn't want to dance like that! It was too wild and scary. I looked around the clearing and finally I saw a teenage boy playing an instrument.

Beaming, I ran up to him and tugged on his shirt.

He stopped playing. "What the-!?" He glanced down at me and his eyes widened.

"Hi, I'm Amethyst Mills," I said, smiling shyly. "What's your name?"

He blinked, slowly seeming to come to terms with the fact that this was real. "Peter."

"Your music is really pretty, Peter," I told him enthusiastically.

"You can hear it?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course I can," I said, putting my hands on my hips. "I'm smart, you know."

He let out a chuckle. "I'm sure." He squatted so that he was eye level with me. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Five," I said proudly.

"Where's your family at, Amethyst?" he asked curiously.

"I don't have one," I said solemnly. "My mommy left me with Sir Maurice and his family when I was a little baby. She didn't want me."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "And how do you know that?"

"I heard them say it," I said reaching for his pipe. He immediately handed it to me and I examined it carefully. It was very pretty.

"Are you happy there?" he questioned me.

"I wish I knew my mommy," I said sadly. "But my new family is nice, I guess. Especially Belle. I pretend she's my big sister. I wish I had a real sister. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I have lots of brothers," he said. He gestured out to all the crazy boys that were still dancing, even without the music.

My eyes widened. "Those are all your brothers!? Wow! Where do you all live? A castle?"

"We live on a far away island called Neverland," he told me.

"That sounds like fun!" I said excitedly. "Can I go?"

"I only allow boys there," he explained to me.

My face fell. "Oh." I'd never felt so disappointed in my life.

"I better take you home, Amy," he said, picking me up as he stood.

"My name is Amethyst," I corrected him, confused.

"I like Amy better," he said, tossing me up in the air and catching me. I squealed in delight. Never before had I met someone so fun.

"Okay, you can call me Amy," I agreed, giggling. Still carrying me, he began walking back towards the way I'd come from.

"I'll tell you what, Amy," he said, tugging a lock of my hair. "One day, when you're older, I'll come back for you and take you to Neverland."

My jaw dropped. "Really?" I said in awe.

"I promise," he said. "No matter where you are, I'll be able to find you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, which seemed to stun him. But he squeezed me back. Then, he carried me all the way home.

I snapped back to reality with a loud gasp.

"Amy, are you okay?" Emma asked worriedly. I glanced up and saw all five of them standing over me.

"What happened?" I asked hoarsely, glancing around.

"You passed out," David said, reaching out a hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.

"I did?" Then everything clicked. I had seen a flashback of the first time I met Peter Pan.

"Oh my God," I whispered. I was right after all, he wasn't lying to me.

"What?" Regina asked impatiently.

I had a big sister who was the Evil Queen in a fairy tale. I grew up in a place straight from a story book and somehow ended up on Earth.

I shook my head furiously, backing away. "Just stay away from me, please. I need time to—I just—" I spun around and ran out of the clearing.

The worst part was that I still had other memories that needed to resurface that Peter wouldn't tell me about. Which meant that I had seen him again after that.

Question was, when and how?

AN: Sorry this chapter was a little shorter but I figured it was a good stopping point. I hope you enjoyed it and it answered some of your questions. More will be answered as the story progresses, I promise!