The last bottle of Rum was currently being polished off, as the fire was roaring; Felix and Tock and Jay were constantly running back and forth into the forest to pop more firewood on the already angry fire, and it only began growing and growing. It was large enough that Jean and Pan had pushed the sitting logs a ways away so the rest of the 'furniture' would not be scorched in the process of turning the simple campfire into what would now be considered a bonfire. If they did not stop anytime soon, it would turn into a forest fire.

"Iiiiii think thatssss enough wood, guuyyys," Felix slowly slurred, plopping down on the log, missing by inches as he rubbed his bottom. He glared at Jean and Pan, who had moved it.

"Careful where sits." Jay reminded Felix.

Felix made a swipe with his club after Jay, who squeaked and ran. He ducked under Jean's arm, pulling her arm around him to hide from Felix's drunken heightened madness, which was funny to watch.

Tock held the bottle in his hand, and he stood, swaying a bit. He laughed and said something which was both inaudible and unintelligent, and slurred so it only sounded as though he had tried pronouncing a bunch of letters typed together at random.

"lhsihtwssvbyy." Tock said, laughing. "Tsakiowiefh dhsdjg hsuiquhf."

Jean laughed at his drunkeness, pointing at him, "You're drunk off your fucking ass, you twat."

Her laughter spiked into shrieks when Tock had a turned quickly to make a point; in doing so, Rum had spilled from the bottle into the fire and lit him up like a torch; he ran around wildly, flailing his arms above his head until Pan suddenly stood up, grabbed him by the collar and threw him into a huge puddle made by the rain two nights ago.

Staggering slightly, Pan lowered himself down, his arm outstretched on the back of the log, his hand rested on Jean's shoulder as he and Jean sat on the ground. All of them were lit like the moon in the cloudless night sky, but out of all them, Jay was the most sober.

Toodles, Slightly, The Twins, Nibs, and Devin were passed out in various hilarious positions; Felix was now sitting, talking to Tock about some wily crocodile he encountered on his first night here. Pan had gone through a bottle of his own, and Jean had about half a bottle. Jay, because he was five, had been prohibited by Jean to have any alcohol.

Even when she was drunk, Jean was a mother hen.

"So i had him in my clutches," Felix narrated, holding his hands out in front him as he slowly blinked back his balance, "And i held him..i held him like, like this. And then when it stopped moving, i...I took...I took mymymymy club and..." He made a dramatic movement with aforementioned club; he lost his balance, unceremoniously falling onto his face.

Jean cracked up again, her shoulders shaking violently and her eyes tearing up.

Seeing Jean laugh made Jay laugh. He pointed at Felix.

Tock, on the otherhand, was busy staring at Pan. Jean found this behavior odd but unknown to her, Pan was watching *her*.

It was as though he was entranced by her, like he couldn't get enough. Jean glanced at him curiously, smiling when he sent her that familiar crooked grin.

"Anyway," Felix continued abruptly, "That croc hadn't..er...didn't...see it coming either way as well." He smiled dopely, then realized no one was listening.

Jean stood up slowly, staggering towards Tock, who smirked at her. One of her sleeves was lower than its usual place and the top of her breast a little in his sight. Jean held out her hand and he took it. She waved her hand as if she hadnt wanted that. Then Tock started to undo his pants.

"Whatthefuckareyoudoing?" Jean slurred.

"Just..."

Jean took the bottle of rum out of his hand, rolling her eyes. She then walked back to her seat beside Pan. Tock appeared mortified (as he should have been) as he watched Jean fumble with the top of the bottle. She became gradually irritated, smacking it, then thudding it on the ground.

"Can't get this fucking fuck thingy open!" Jean snapped. She tried turning the top. "It won't twist open..." She then tried biting it. "Motherfucking thing with its whore top. The thing is as stubborn as a virgin on a day that isn't her wedding."

Felix and Pan were laughing as they watched Jean struggle with the bottle. Tock was just amazed by the dirty mouth on Jean, having never heard a lady curse like a sailor before. Jay reached out and took the bottle and twisted it to the left instead of to the right as Jean had been doing. It popped open.

"Here go." Jay offered, handing it back to Jean.

He was a little thing when short legs and short arms. He had a small tiny hair cut, colored a sandy brown, and those big blue eyes were just looking at her as if he had done something good for himself and for his mother. Jean beamed at him, and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Good boy, jay." Jean complimented.

The toddler beamed with joy.

Pan smiled at her.

"Felix." Pan called.

Felix stood up and looked at him.

"Yes, my King?!" He shouted loudly.

Pan held his hears when the guy had bellowed it, and he looked at him pointedly, "No need to shout, Felix. I'm right here."

"Ap...apologies, oh youthful one." Felix mused, bowing down deeply.

"Stop that." Pan told him.

"Yes, your Neverlandedness."

"Felix." Pan chastised.

"Yes, your pixie dustedness."

"Stop." Pan ordered, but Jean patted his knee.

"No, let him go. I want to see what he comes up with next." Jean whispered.

Pan rolled his eyes, muttering, "If you wish it."

Jean leaned forward.

"Felix." Jean began, knowing what would come next.

Another deep bow from Felix, and he said, "Whatcanidoforyou...oh...O' Beauty."

"Felix..." Jean said, holding back her laughter.

"Yes, my Queen of starry...of starry night...of starry nightedness."

Pan snorted, putting a hand over his mouth so he wouldn't crack up. Pan gestured for her to continue and Jean was doing her best not to laugh herself silly, but her question came out shakily in ode to controlling herself.

"F-Felix."

"Yes, my scrumptious beauty-mus..ness.." Felix slurred. Each time he answered, he did so in the most dramatic of ways, and always made a bow each time, going deeper and deeper and deeper into it until on the last go, he fell over into a somer sault.

Pan and Jean howled with laughter, hitting the ground with their hands and leaning on each other as they saw Felix look around and ask, "For for a moment the sky was all black and then it looked like...like dirt!"

Jean held her stomach, tears falling out of her eyes. Pan appeared similar, although he seemed in more need of oxygen than anything; when Felix propped himself up by his club, the laughter subsided. Jay looked at all of them as if they had gone mad.

"I'm...going to lie down," Felix mumbled, holding his head. "Startin' to get baaaaaaa-aaad feeling over here." He made one last bow and then staggered to his place in the camp where he slept.

All that remained were Jay, Tock, Jean and Pan. At the moment, Jay was nestled against Jean's side, his head lying just underneath her arm. Jean looked down at him, then at Pan, who shrugged. Jean shrugged too, but more or less felt uncomfortable. She cleared her throat, maybe hoping for Jay to leave and go find somewhere else to sleep, but the toddler was already snoozing.

"He's kind of cute," Jean mumbled.

Pan watched her through heavy lidded eyes, starting to feel a little sleepy himself.

Tock began, "Doyouthink therhghsjfhg..."

Jean scowled, saying, "You're wasted, Tock. Go to bed."

"But I'm hghakdhsjdgh."

Jean pointed in the direction of his cot.

"Go to bed, young man." Jean ordered.

Muttering vehemently, Tock did as he was told and angrily kicked a rock, regretting the decision immediately as he stubbed his toe and cursed all the way back to his cot. Jean watched him, shaking her head.

"Parenting isn't all as it's cracked up to be." Pan said quietly.

Jean looked at him, surprised by the statement. She saw him. Looking at her in a different light.

"Are you still thinking about that?" asked Jean.

"About what?" Pan asked, squinting his eyes as if trying to stay awake.

"Her. The mother...Rumple's mom."

"Kindof." Pan slurred, but he took no notice in it. He sighed, holding the bridge of nose as if keeping back an oncoming headache.

Jean patted her lap saying, "Lie down. Come on..."

He shifted his position so he could rest his head on her lap. Jean's voice sounded so soothing, so soft and low. It was hard to resist the temptation to lie down on someone whose voice could calm the ocean's most tepid storms.

"Let's say in theory, I am her." Jean mused, her head slightly cleared of the alcohol thanks to the sobering conversation; Pan was too far gone though as he had downed a whole bottle for himself. He looked up at her; Jean began brushing his bangs off his forehead, her fingers coarsing thoughtfully through his hair as he smirked at her.

"Let's say, I am." Jean told him. "Would there be any way to find out?"

"Magic has a lot of loopholes," Pan reasoned tiredly. "Any magic can be undone. You just...you have to find it."

"So there is a way." Jean offered.

Pan responded in mid-yawn, "Yes."

"Would you want to find it?"

Pan looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, saying, "I'd be able to, sure. But would *you* want to remember who you are?"

Jean shrugged, saying, "If I'm her...I don't know. I'd like to know if I am. Like you said, I resemble her a great, great deal. If I am, don't you think I deserve to know?"

"Yeah, but..." Pan sat up. "You would have abandoned Rumple and me, and gone off doing god knows what. Do you really want to remember that?"

Jean smiled at him, saying, "It wouldn't matter now, would it? I mean, we're together *now* and that's a lot more important. Plus, it's not like I would forget who i am right now. I would just also be something else. Like you're Peter Pan but Malcolm is still there but you are still you. I'd be me but also this woman."

Pan looked at her uncertainly.

"Why?" asked Jean curiously. "Why do*you* not want it to happen?"

Pan sighed, saying, "I just don't want you to get this memory back and realize you made a mistake coming to the island with me."

"Well, if you think it's a bad idea, we won't do it." Jean resolved serenely. "It's just a thought. I love you and I love Neverland. I'm quite content."

She yawned. Pan lied back down with his head on her lap, now faced with a new conflict.

Should he find out if Jean really was Rumple's mother, Evanna? If she did remember who she used to be, would that affect what happiness they had for the past century? Pan frowned...if Jean wouldn't be with him if she knew everything about herself, was it really worth having Jean be with him at all?

Damn it, Pan thought. Just something else he had to chew on. Couldn't have been bothered with a nice long sleep.

Jean looked at him tiredly as he sat up.

"What?" asked Jean.

Pan decided calmly, "We'll find out who you used to be."

"Really?" asked Jean, shocked. "What..."

"I don't like the idea, but I want you to be with me because you want to be." Pan told her. "If you don't have all of your memories, then you're not really choosing to be here...not the real you anyway. And if i was in your position, I'd want all the facts before I made that kind of decision."

Jean smirked, saying, "I never knew you could be so empathetic."

"Only for you." Pan said, taking back his pride. "Only for you."

"Thank you." Jean said sweetly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pan muttered. "But once we're through with all of this, I don't want to ever hear I never do anything for you."

Jean blinked, saying, "When have i ever said that?"

"You haven't, but now you never will." Pan responded.

Jean giggled.