A.N I am so so sorry for not updating sooner. Please forgive me, life got in the way. I've written a longer chapter than I'm used to so enjoy!

Chapter Ten

Pregnant Pause

'You know I much preferred it when you went years without feeling the need to visit me.' Jefferson muttered as he opened the door wider for Peter. The young man gave him an unimpressed glare before heading straight for bottle of whiskey in the kitchen.

'You should be honoured Hatter, my friendship is a precious thing.' Peter said dryly before sitting on the kitchen counter.

'Oh so we're friends now are we?' Jefferson raised his eyebrows in surprise. 'I thought you didn't have friends?' Peter gave him a sour look.

'I've always been nice to you haven't I?' He asked quietly. He poured himself a glass sulkily.

'You being nice always comes at a price. You're only nice if you want something.' Jefferson could not be bothered dealing with a moody teen. He put the kettle on and starting making himself a cup of tea.

'Now that's not true, I can be nice without needing a reason.' Pan pouted. Jefferson studied him carefully. If it hadn't of been Pan sitting in front of him he would of thought the man in front of him was genuinely upset.

'When? When have you been nice to someone when you've had nothing to gain?' Jefferson scoffed. He watched as a flicker of emotion crossed Peter's face. He stayed silent but her name hung on the tip of his lips. Peter scowled, even with her he'd had another motive.

'What happened to you today?' Jefferson asked curiously. He noticed how Peter's hand was shaking slightly as he held his glass.

'Nothing.' Peter muttered before downing his drink and pouring himself another. 'Nothing happened.'

Five Hours Earlier

Sally had pressed the button for the lift as Peter locked his apartment door. It had become normal for Peter to walk Sally home, something he'd insisted on doing without really knowing why. As they moved into the small space of the lift, a distressed Ashley came rushing in behind them. She was dragging a heavy suitcase behind her and looked exhausted.

'Ashley are you alright?' Sally asked her. The poor girl had tears streaming down her face and she struggled to speak. Sally moved to get a better look at her, putting the young girl in between her and Peter, making her far too close to him for his liking. Peter shuffled uncomfortably, he didn't like crying girls and he especially didn't like them invading his personal space. Pressing the button to go down repeatedly he swallowed experiencing the familiar twinge of dread of being enclosed and closed his eyes as the doors closed and the lift begin to move.

Ashley let out a sharp gasp of pain, clutching her stomach tightly. As she doubled over Sally grabbed her shoulders in concern.

'Ashley? Are you alright?' She asked.

'I've, I've been having these pains on and off for the past couple of hours.' She muttered through clenched teeth.

The lift grinded to a halt and Peter let out a deep breath, grateful to able to get away from the girl drama. He opened his eyes and expected to see the doors open. They didn't.

'Aw hell no.' He shouted and pressed the button for the ground again and again. Ashley let out another cry. Sally helped her down as she slid to the floor.

'Ashley, I think you're having contractions, we need to get you to the hospital.' Sally asked. She shot Peter and the closed doors a worried glance.

'No, I have to leave Storybrooke, I can't have this baby now.' Ashley cried.

Peter began pressing all the buttons frantically.

'The doors aren't opening. Why aren't the doors opening?' He demanded. He looked to Sally for an answer.

'I don't know, we must be stuck.' Sally's answer was not acceptable.

'Stuck? We can't be stuck.' Peter pressed the emergency call button.

A lazy voice came over the intercom. 'How may I assist you?

'I, I think the baby is coming.' Ashley gasped. Peter froze at the mention of the word baby.

'We're stuck in the lift, can you get us out?' Sally spoke loudly so the voice on the intercom could hear. 'We have a pregnant woman in here with us, we need to get out soon.'

'We need to get out now.' Peter demanded stomping his foot like a small child.

Ashley let out a painful scream.

'I will get you out as soon as I can, you hold on there miss.' The voice said before disappearing.

'Mr Young what do we do?' Sally asked. Her voice trembled the way Wendy's did whenever she was scared. Peter banged his fists against the door.

'Mr Young? Peter?' She said looking from Ashley's terrified face to his. 'She's going to have a baby, what do we do?'

'No. No. This is not going to happen.' Peter muttered to himself. 'You can't just have a baby, you'll have to wait till we're out of the lift.' Sally threw him the dirtiest look she could manage.

'She can't wait, if the baby is coming then there is nothing she can do about it. She's going to need our help.' The commanding voice would have made Peter scowl but intertwined with Ashley's cry of pain only caused fear to grace his face.

'What? No.' He practically shouted. 'You're the girl, you help her.'

'I'm a teenage girl.' Sally spat. 'You're the adult, help her.'

'I can't.' He pressed his back against the wall.

'Hello?' A familiar woman's voice echoed through the lift over the intercom. Peter growled.

'Regina, get me out of here now.' He hissed. Peter could almost feel the smirk through her voice.

'Mr Young, I can assure you we are doing everything possible to get you out as soon as we can.'

'How is the girl?' Rumple's unwelcome voice asked. Ashley panicked, grasping at Sally's arms.

'No, please he can't have my baby.' Sally tried to comfort her as another contraction ran through her. Peter resisted the urge to cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut. He had no idea why a woman would ever want a child if they caused so much pain. He decided women were more stupid than he thought.

'Mr Young? What is going on in there?' Regina asked. Peter bit his lip as his felt the walls tighten around him. He undid a couple of the buttons of his shirt, his throat feeling suffocated against the cotton material.

'She's having her baby. Now.' Sally shouted so the people in the other side could hear. Peter decided to try opening the doors himself. As he pulled hopelessly at one of the doors Sally announced that Ashley had to start pushing. Feeling dizzy Peter tried harder to pry the doors apart. The small space and Ashley's predicament was too much for him. Between Ashley's screams and Sally's encouragement Peter thought he'd actually be sick. He banged his head against the cool metal of the door and squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing hitched in his throat when Ashley's screams stopped and he heard a small cry.

Without thinking Peter turned, his eyes widened and he stood there paralyzed as his Wendy held the tiny baby girl, a small smile of wonder on her face. It was an image that would forever haunt his mind. Carefully she handed the child to an exhausted Ashley and for a moment the girls admired the new addition to the lift.

'Mr Gold can't have her.' Ashley muttered. 'He can't.'

'We won't let him take her, will we Peter?' Sally said snapping Peter out of his darkened thoughts.

'If you made a deal with Gold then there is nothing I can do.' He said quietly tearing his eyes away from them and faced the doors.

The lift jolted back to life and began to move again. Ashley snuggled her child close to her, sniffling. Sally opened her mouth to tell him off for not even trying to help but she never got the words out, or if she did then Peter never heard them. The moment the doors opened Peter ran out of the lift, shoving past the maintenance men, past a smug Regina, past Mr Gold and finally past Emma before managing to reach the doors and leave the building.

Present

Peter successfully finished the bottle of whiskey by himself. He swayed as he stood and pointed a finger at the Hatter.

'Do you know what Regina did today?' He slurred, apparently he was going to share after all.

'No, I do not.' Jefferson replied.

'She trapped me in a lift with a pregnant girl. A pregnant girl!' Peter's voice rose. 'The girl had the thing in the lift. Regina thinks she knows me so damn well but she doesn't know me. She doesn't know me.' Jefferson watched in amazement as the young man emotionally fell apart.

'She thinks I'm some immature naïve kid who knows nothing about grown up things. She thinks my decision to never grow up is foolish and stupid and I deserve adulthood forced down my throat.' Peter dropped to the floor sitting against the counter.

'So Peter Pan knows all about being an adult?' Jefferson asked folding his arms. Peter shot him a dark angry look.

'You think I don't want any of it? You think I didn't want to grow up, that I didn't want a wife, or to have children. What you think I was tricked or didn't know the price? I knew exactly what I was giving up when I made that deal and I can't take it back.' Peter ran a hand through his hair. He stared down at the floor.

'She broke your deal when she made you physically older. Whatever magic was keeping you young is broken.' Jefferson said.

'You don't understand. I can't have any of it. I can't want it. I just can't.' Peter shouted and stood up angrily. 'I did what I had to do and I will never regret my decision. I am Peter Pan and I will never grow up, that's my price and I will pay it.' Scrambling to his feet Peter got up and hastily left the house leaving a slightly bemused Hatter behind. Jefferson shook his head, the boy was stubborn and he doubted even Pan understood what went on in his head.

Peter gave a dirty look at the lift as he entered his building. There was yellow tape across it to signal it was out of use. Scowling he stumbled up the stairs. He managed to fall into his apartment and swore loudly as he slowly rolled over to face the ceiling. He contemplated staying where he was. The floor wasn't too bad, he could sleep on the floor.

'What are you doing?' Her voice made him shoot up, the fast movement causing his head to spin and he stumbled slightly.

'What are you doing?' He asked pinching the bridge of his nose.

'I came to check you were alright?' Sally was sat cross legged on his bed, her head tilted to on side studying him.

'How did you get in?'

'You always leave your window open. I climbed the tree.' Sally said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'What do you want?' Peter muttered lying back down on the floor, deciding he was safer lead down.

'Why did you behave so,' Sally paused searching for the right word. 'Weird, in the lift today.'

Peter laughed. It was a dry humourless laugh, one that slightly un-nerved Sally.

'You know I really hate her for doing this to me.' He muttered.

'Hate who?' Sally asked.

'The Queen.' He drawled out. He looked up at her, watching her as she looked back at him confused.

'I think you've had too much to drink.' She said tilting her head to one side. Peter's demeanor softened. He rolled over and gently stood up again, swaying slightly before making his way over to her. She watched silently as he stood in front of her. His expression was sad, his eyes seemed to glisten.

'What happened to Ashley's baby?' He asked.

'Emma fixed it. Mr Gold isn't getting her baby.'

'He struck a new deal. I wonder what he wants from her.' Peter sat beside her on the bed. 'I made a deal with a person like him once.' He muttered.

'What was the deal?' Sally asked placing her hand over his. She felt his hand tense under hers but she kept it there anyway.

'I wanted to be free.' His eyes fixated on their hands.

'And are you?' She asked.

'Am I what?' He looked up at her and almost lost himself in her blue eyes.

'Are you free?' She looked at him in a way he didn't recognize.

'I'm free from her,' He said. 'But no, I am not free.'

'Free from who?' Sally asked.

'My Mother.'

Author's Notes

Ok Guys, again I am really sorry for taking FOREVER to update. I really hope you liked this chapter. I'm playing around with Peter's history (since he's not going to be rumples dad) so hopefully it will fit with the OUAT version of Pan. I figured he'd be darker if he wasn't naïve about grown up things like the original Peter Pan so I hope that's worked alright?

Please let me know what you think? I know Ashley giving birth in the lift is a bit cliché but I couldn't resist putting Peter in that situation.

All reviews help make me feel guilty for not updating quicker so the more reviews the faster I'll attempt to write! I also do really wanna hear your thoughts.