11. True Love.

A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken so long! I didn't mean for such a long hiatus. I just had no inspiration. This story will continue, I promise!

Pan leaned against a large tree, arms crossed and his usual sharp expression adorning his features. He had been in a much better mood as of late - and you had everything to do with that. He was less harsh on the boys, knowing when he was crossing a line, and he would let you take over before he went too far. But boys would be boys - they had to fight and roar and prove that they were the bravest and strongest.

Pan was lost in thought, unaware of the lost boy currently sprinting towards him. His mind was distracted with thoughts of you and how good you were for him and the island.

"Pan!"

The leader snapped out of his haze and turned his head, quirking a brow. You were the person they ran to when something was wrong, but by the expression on the boy's face, Pan feared that you were the cause of concern.

"What is it?"

The boy came to a halt, panting to catch his breath. "(Y/n). She- she collapsed. She's unconscious!"

Worry flared in Pan's chest. "Where?"

"In the garden!"

Pam nodded, teleporting to your favorite spot in Neverland.

Though he owned the entirety of Neverland and everything within it, he had little control over which plants grew and prospered. He could grow new plants, but certain foliage, such as dream shade, existed without his conscious intent, as did other dangerous brushes. You knew which ones were safe, so Pan doubted that you had been hurt by a plant.

But when he found you lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by fuschia colored berries, fresh red burns on your lips, he knew what had happened.

He knelt down and gathered you in his arms, teleporting back to camp. The boys gasped in surprise and fear, bombarding their leader with questions about what happened to you and if you would be okay. Felix stayed in the camp to calm them while Pan carried you to his tent, setting you down on his bed and tucking you in. His lower lip quivered and tears prickled behind his eyes, but he refused to let himself lose control.

Once the boys went back to their chores, Felix met Pan at his door. He simply raised a brow, silently asking what happened.

Pan sighed. "Poisonous berries grew in (Y/n)'s garden. They mimic the appearance of her favorites. She ate them by mistake and now she's unconscious. I don't know when, how, or... if she'll wake."

"How could new fruit grow in her garden without you planting it?" Felix inquired. His eyes then widened in realization. "Your fight."

Pan's brow furrowed as he tried to recall. He then winced at the memory. Just a few days before, you and Pan had gotten into a screaming match over Pan treating you like property that he owned. You had stormed off and refused to speak to him for the rest of the day.

"Negative emotions can affect the growth of dangerous plants on the island," Pan recalled. "That's why the dream shade is here at all."

Felix nodded. "Can't your magic save her, then?"

Pan exhaled a sigh. "I don't think so. I've never tried to heal everyone." He turned his head, gazing longingly at your limp body. "But for her... I'd try anything."

And he did. Pan used every ounce of his magic to try and break your poisonous spell. He learned healing spells in a desperate attempt to soothe you. He asked his lost boys if they could recall anything from their past lives, but most of them had forgotten everything before they came to Neverland.

When desperate times called for desperate measures, Pan swallowed his pride and ventured into the forest. He was looking for a very specific tree, which held a very specific tree house, which was home to a very specific fairy.

"Tinkerbell?" the leader called.

Tink opened her door with a grimace on her face. "What do you want, Pan?"

He exhaled a sigh. Tink was surprised by the broken expression on his face. She'd never seen him look so weak.

"(Y/n) is sick," he murmured. "Poison. We had a fight and our negative emotions encouraged a poisonous fruit to grow in her garden, and she ingested it without knowing what it was. I've tried everything to wake her. I don't know what else to do and you're the only person on the island that could possibly help."

Tink nodded, stepping aside to let him in. Under normal corvumsgamves, she couldn't have even opened the door. But she saw the depression in his eyes and heard the pain in his voice, and she knew she had to help.

"You've tried your magic?" she guessed. "Healing spells, water from the spring?"

He nodded. "I've done everything."

"Have you kissed her?"

Pan's brow furrowed. "What?"

"True love's kiss," she clarified. "You may not believe in love, but I did. Or I used to. And I see it between you and (Y/n). An act of true love might be her only chance."

At a loss for words, Pan nodded. He thanked the fairy for her help before teleporting back to camp.

Upon his return, Felix stood to attention, concerned by the lost expression on his leader's face. "Can she help you?"

Pan hesitated. "She said... that the only thing left I can do... is true love's kiss."

Felix raised a brow. "So get in there and kiss her."

Pan frowned. "What if it doesn't work? Then she'll be gone forever, and she won't have even been my true love."

"What if it does?" Felix countered. "Then she's back in your arms, forever."

The brunet knew his second-in-command was right. With a sigh, he retreated to his tent.

He knelt down beside you, watching your chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. He gently laid a hand on your cheek, wincing at how cold to the touch your skin was. He leaned over you, taking your face in his hands, and pressed the most tender, gentle kiss he possibly could to your lips.

A wave of color flashed around him, and he felt something spark in his chest. As he pulled back, he watched as your eyes slowly fluttered open. You blinked once, twice, before your eyes widened.

"Pan?"

Pan noticed that the burns around your lips had gone, and he grinned with joy.

"What happened?" you inquired as he pulled you to his chest.

"You were sick," he replied. "I... I healed you."

"How?"

He tilted your head up, pressing his forehead to yours. "I kissed you."

Realization dawned. "True love's kiss."

He nodded eagerly, wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face in his neck, your arms securing around his waist.

"I never want to be that close to losing you," he murmured as you shifted in his bed to make room for him. He laid down beside you, holding you close.

"I know you'll always be there to save me," you whispered, looking up at him.

He kissed you sweetly, and you responded immediately.

"Always," he replied softly. He closed his eyes and slept for the first time since you'd fallen ill. You laid on hher chest, listening to the heart that beat just for you, and hugged him closer.