I walked with my hands in my pockets back to Granny's. Although I had known my father for about two months in Storybrooke, he hadn't invited me on his ship. I wasn't just going to invite myself.
"Kaleen!"
I turned my head, shivering in my coat. I had grabbed it back at my room at the inn. My father ran to me. "Come with me." I followed him back to his ship, shivering as the sun descended and we were left in the dark. We walked below deck to his quarters. I ducked, walking in and following him. The door clicked behind us.
He walked to a chest, sighing as he opened it, string at the contents inside. He had lit a lamp up on one side, allowing light.
"When you first approached me, lass," he chucked. "I didn't believe you." He sighed. "I didn't allow you on my ship. I stayed away from you as much as I could." He shook his head. "But it was wrong, aye?"
I smirked. "You were still adjusting."
"But the tale you told made sense," he sighed. "Only a month ago I allowed you to be around me. Even though I had known you for two." He shook his head. "I was a fool to avoid you, my beautiful daughter." I bit my lip.
He grabbed an outfit much like the one we wore, leather all the way down to the boots, black. The only difference was the long-sleeved underneath, which was white.
I knew that outfit.
"Is that—"
"It was your mother's," he said. "You're just like her." He held it up to me. "It belongs to you." I held the outfit in my hands for a second, just staring at him. "And so does this ship." I gasped. "You're my daughter, love." He gripped my hands. "And I will never let you go."
I stared at him, my chest tightened.
"Welcome to the Jolly Roger."
The smoke of purple devoured everything in its path. I screamed, running from it, gripping onto Henry's hand. I couldn't breath. I could see the town line, so close, so far at the same time.
"I've got you, Henry," I said, gripping onto him, hard, but when I looked down, it was Pan. He jumped up, gripping my heart from my chest and ripping it out. I screamed, clutching where it had been.
"Kill Hook," he whispered against my heart. I covered my ears, shaking my head.
"No," I whipped. He squeezed my heart, a jolt of pain surging through my body. I gasped, clutching my chest in horror as my legs seemed to stand on their own, facing my father, who was running to me, arms out.
I ran over and as I heard Pan's voice, I shoved my hand into my father's chest and yanked his heart out. He gasped, looking up at me.
Tears streamed down my face as I crushed it.
"Kaleen," he gasped, falling to his knees. "Kaleen. Wake up. Kaleen!"
I jolted awake, a lantern above me, swaying back and forth. I gasped, seeing my father next to me and caught my breath again when it was only him.
"Are you alright, love?" I asked. I nodded, catching my breath.
"Sorry," I said, sitting myself up. "That doesn't happen very often. I promise." He chuckled.
"I'm not worried about how many time you do it, lass," he replied. "Is there a good reason for this...dream?"
"I have nightmares before something terrible happens," I said, taking in a sharp breath. He stared at me for a second, unfazed by my statement.
"You can see the future?" He asked. I nodded, running my fingers through my hair once to calm myself.
"I can't see it directly," I responded, taking another breath. "I always know when danger approaches." He paused, biting his lip.
"So you don't know what happens?" He asked. I nodded.
"I don't know what will happen but when something is about to occur, I know," I said cooly. "I feel a warning before it occurs." He nodded. "Before the Lost Boys attacked us, I knew something was coming, threatening enough. If I hadn't moved myself out of the way, I would have been killed." I shuddered, recalling the memories from Neverland. "Before Regina stormed Snow's wedding, I knew she would appear and stepped in front before she even showed. Right before the curse was activated, I knew something was coming and ran to protect Emma." I swallowed.
He chuckled. "It's a strange thing to think that you're older than the Savior." I laughed at his comment.
"I'm the Protector of their family," I replied, smiling. I met his gaze, blue and wide. "I've woken you. Maybe I should go back to sleep."
"I'm a heavy sleeper, love," he said. "Nothing wakes me but a storm. When I woke you, the stormed stopped." I stared at him, looking down at my hands.
"I wasn't controlling my magic," I said in a whispered. Killian's eyes met mine before he hung the lamp he held back up and sat on his bed.
"It's best you go to sleep, lass," he said softly. "We will say something tomorrow."
I took a deep breath before turning over and closing my eyes, soon allowing sleep to overtake me.
I woke to the light shining through the window of the ship. I turned over, sitting up and stepping off of my bed. I threw my coat on, the one with the blood-stained side from my bullet wound that Tamara gave me. I opened the door and walked up the steps, seeing my father talking to Neal in the docks.
"Aye! You're awake, love!" Killian said, meeting my eyes. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, walking to them.
Soon, we walked to Granny's. I sat down at the table that Henry sat at. He was flipping through the pages of his story book. With a shiver, I took my hands out of my pockets.
"Hey," I said. His eyes snapped to mine. It looked like I scared him. "You alright?"
He nodded. "Yes." His eyes scanned the people in the dinner.
Granny placed a hot chocolate in front of me. It was my favorite with peppermint and cinnamon. I thanked her and wrapped my fingers around the mug, absorbing the sudden warmth. I brought the drink to my lips and shoved half of it down.
I also noticed that Henry's hot chocolate hadn't been touched. I placed my hand out on his sleeve. He flinched, looking up. I recoiled quickly.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to scare you, Henry." He smiled, but didn't answer. "Are you sure you're alright? You haven't touched your chocolate. I'd think you be devouring it." Without taking another look at me, his fingers wrapped around the handle and he brought it to his lips. He flinched, most likely from the warmth.
A hand was placed on my shoulder. I jumped, whipping my head around to see Emma. I smiled.
"Hi," I said. She smirked.
"How are you holding up?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Not on Neverland anymore," I replied. "And Pan is trapped." He smiled, squeezing my shoulder.
"Thank you," she said softly. I nodded. "For everything. You protected Henry when I—we—couldn't be there...and you saved my life before the curse." I smirked.
"Just doing my job, Princess," I replied. She turned to her mother, Mary Margaret and father, David.
As if on cue, we heard a scream. I rushed out of the dinner, seeing the Blue Fairy collapse to the ground, Pan's shadow hovering above where she once stood, holding her shadow.
I shot a bast of magic, hitting the shadow as I rushed to kill it, but as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. I rushed over to the Blue Fairy, kneeling down and shaking her furiously. I checked her pulse, but there was nothing there.
Tink and Hook ran over with Emma and David jumping out of the truck. My chest tightened and I collapsed over the Blue Fairy, the only mother figure I truly knew. Tears swelled up in my eyes as my shoulders trembled over the body.
Neal and Snow whipped around the corner, spotting us and gasping in horror. I caught my breath, staring up through a mat of hair. Hook pulled me by my shoulders away gently as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Regina and Henry came too, holding hands. I paused, noticing this and realizing that Henry hadn't held either of his mother's hands in a very long time.
"What the hell happened?" Regina exclaimed, noticing the body. Emma turned to me.
"What happened, Kaleen?" She asked. I swallowed, my voice shaking when I spoke.
"The Shadow," I said, voice unstable. "The Shadow killed her. I tried to stop it. I tried…" Killian rubbed my shoulder as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Why would the Shadow kill her?" David asked, his hand resting on his pistol, which I doubt would do any good.
"No idea, lad," my father replied, squeezing my trembling shoulders. "But it only take orders from one person." Anger fused me.
"Pan," I hissed. My eyes darted to the sky, where I cursed after him. My knuckles were white as Regina casted a blanket over the Blue Fairy, covering her.
"Hook," Neal said. "Let's go get that candle." I didn't follow as they walked back to the ship along with Tinkerbell.
"Pan is behind this," Emma said, looking up at me. "I know it."
"He's trapped in a box under the floor in Gold's shop," Regina snapped, her hand still gripping her son's.
"Who else could be doing it?" Emma replied and suddenly turned to me. I glared at each one who was staring at me.
"Blue was the only mother figure I've known. Pan tried to kill me," I hissed. "I would be the last person to blame for that bloody shadow." I glanced at Henry, whose face was pale and fearful.
"Pan can still hurt me?" He asked, voice soft and unsure.
"It's a bloody threat," I replied.
"And that he's after Henry," David said. Henry bit his lip, shaking and turning to his adoptive mother.
"Then what am I doing here?" He asked.
David nodded. "Henry's right."
"You'll protect me, right?" He asked. We nodded, glancing at one another. I would especially, after I ripped Pan limb from limb, ripped out his cold, bloody heart…
"Are you coming, Kaleen?" He asked. "You're my Protector." I met his gaze, at first cold and then in curiosity.
"If we're dealing with Pan, he can't touch me. I can make sure he's dead," I replied. Regina nodded, walking away with her shoulder over her son.
I trailed behind them as Emma walked straight up to Gold.
"Pandora's box," Emma said. "Give it to me." Mr. Gold raised an eyebrow, staring at her as if she had gone mad.
"And why would I give it to you?"
"We need to open it," I said, half hissing my words. He stared at me in shock.
"And let Pan escape?" He asked. "Are you crazy? Kaleen, you out of everyone should be throwing this option away." I didn't mention my dreams from the night before. I knew something terrible was going to happen. Is letting Pan go what's causes it?
"Somehow," Snow said. "He's controlling the Shadow from in the box." Rumplestiltskin stared at her in silence, eyeing me as I said nothing to add until Snow finished. "Your grandson's life is in danger."
"And you think letting Pan loose will change that?" He snapped. Emma nodded. I didn't say anything.
He sighed. "What did you have in mind?"
I jumped out of the back of David's truck, watching as Rumplestiltskin inched toward the town line with the box in his hand.
Emma walked up to him strongly. "I'm doing this, Gold." He glared at her. "The real world is my expertise. I'm going to deal with Pan on my own terms."
Sighing, Gold placed the box down across the town line, waving his hand over it. Red smoke came out, forming the body of Pan, who laid down on the road. Slowly, his eyes opened. He looked down at himself in shock. Then, he whipped around, hyperventilating with wide eyes and a look of horror.
"Mom?" He asked in disbelief.
Emma stared at him. "What?"
"Shoot him!" Gold hissed. "What are you waiting for!"
"Emma," I continued. "If you won't shoot him, let him cross that town line and I'll kill him."
"Don't!" He exclaimed, hands up as he backed away. "Please! It's me. I'm Henry. Pan switched our bodies!"
"You expect us to believe that?" I snapped.
"It's just one of your tricks!"
"It's not! I swear! He switched us before I got trapped in the box!" He exclaimed. I snarled, taking a step forward. If he was lying, I would kill him for what he did to the Blue Fairy.
He stepped forward to Emma, who held her gun higher, aiming. Pan stumbled backwards, still holding his hands up in horror.
"If you're Henry," Emma said. I tightened my knuckles. "Then tell me something only Henry would say."
His voice was frantic as he scrambled to find things to say. "I got trapped in the mines. I like hot cocoa with cinnamon! I introduced cinnamon hot cocoa to Kaleen! She's my protector. She likes it with peppermint and coco. I tried to blow up a well!"
"All those things could have been told when Pan separated us," I hissed. David nodded. "Ask him something specific, Emma."
"Pan may know facts," Emma challenged. "But not all memories can be his." She gripped her gun as she spoke. "The first time we connected, not met, but connected. Where was it?"
"At my castle," he replied, looking not as frantic as before. "It was right after you came to StoryBrooke." Emma's voice softened with every word she spoke.
"What did you say to me?"
Pan—now maybe Henry swallowed. "I told you I knew why you gave me up." I swallowed, my chest tightening as I held my necklace, the last thing my mother gave me before she died.
"Why?" Emma asked, her aim shaky as Henry spoke.
"Because you wanted to give me my best chance," he said. Emma dropped her gun and hugged her son...in Pan's body. They turned to step over the line. Emma was hesitant at first, but they stepped over. Before Henry could take another step, I grabbed his arm, looking him dead in the eye.
"What are you doing?" He asked. I squeezed, but nothing happened.
"If you're not Pan," I said. "Then I won't be able to burn you." I let go of his arm, but it looked the same as before.
It was really Henry. Swallowing a cry of relief, I embraced him. "I'm sorry I wanted to kill you," I whispered. He looked at me with green eyes that weren't his and then hugged his grandparents.
Soon, we rushed back in the truck with Henry and I in the back. His head turned to me, looking at me as I stared forward, not making eye contact with him. I could not look into those dark eyes again.
"I know you hate Pan," he said in Pan's voice. I glanced at him and then held his gaze even though I wanted to look away strongly. "But I've never seen you so furious." I forced a soft smile, as I nodded.
"He killed, Blue," I said softly. "The only mother I truly connected with." I swallowed as he gripped my hand. I glanced down and then back up. The innocence was still there.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. I bit my lips and looked down a the floor.
The truck stopped and we jumped out, Henry still gripping tightly onto my hand. It was disturbing to be protecting someone in the body of a murderer.
We walked to the doors of Regina's vault and suddenly, my father's voice rained in my ears.
"What the bloody hell are you doing Kaleen!" He exclaimed, running over faster than Neal. I held my hands up, holding him back from Henry in Pan's body.
"Killian," Henry said, backing away. "It's me." My father's voice softened as he looked at me.
"Why the bloody hell is Henry in Pan's body?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I don't know," I replied. Henry looked at Neal and then ran, embracing him. Neal paused, unsure before he realized it was really Henry.
"Kaleen," Rumple said. I turned to face him and then at the vault. "It's sealed up tight. You know how to do this?" I nodded as we both put our hands up to the door.
It was strange. I could feel the magic come off of him. Two opposite forces working together. I was using only light magic and he was using only dark.
Nothing happened. I focused harder, pushing my magic against the protection spell, one most likely similar to the one casted on me. With a push of energy, the doors opened. I held the doors open until everyone was inside.
Regina was on the floor looking as if she could be dead. I ran, sitting down beside her as my hands glowed to a dark violet and I touched them to her head. She gasped, moaning in pain as her eyes snapped open, looking around and glaring angrily when she saw Pan-technically Henry.
"It's Henry," I said, gripping Regina's hand as I helped her stand. "Pan switch bodies with him." Her eyes darted to her son.
"Henry…" Henry embraced his mother, holding her tightly. I stared for far too long, eyeing Henry for both his safety and protection.
"Did you keep it down here?" Rumple asked. Regina's eyes snapped to Mr. Gold's.
"What?"
"The curse," he said. "Did you keep it down here?"
"Where else would I keep it, Gold?" She asked. I swallowed.
"He took the curse."