A/N: So to those shocked by the last chapter... I apologise. Here's the epilogue as promised :)

"I don't understand." Emma stepped forward. Pan slowly looked towards her. He saw a fairly large ring had formed around them: the people he had just frozen, and the Lost Boys. An inaudible gasp left Emma's lips as she saw his bloodshot eyes. He looked truly vulnerable. It was then that Emma realised, as did everyone else watching...

It wasn't a lie. And she wasn't a game. She was just a girl, a girl that he loved.

And he was mourning her.

"I thought I was keeping her safe." He whispered, turning back to the body in his arms.

Emma gingerly moved towards him. That girl was also her daughter- she had wanted to give her, her best chance. She crouched by the boy, expecting some sort of protest. Instead he lay Cassandra on the ground once again, allowing her mother to say goodbye.

Because Cassie had never had one, and she absolutely deserved one.

Stuffing an object in his pocket, Peter stood and marched away. He couldn't bear to look into her empty eyes any longer. The barrier split allowing him to pass through easily; he didn't spare any glances to the Lost Boys who watched him pass, each of whom were in shock.

He kept walking unaware of where he was walking to, the sad truth echoing loudly in his head.

His feet ended up taking him to the docks. He sat on the edge, his legs dangling over the water that subtly bobbed up and down. He stuck his hand into his pocket. Opening his fist, he admired the locket, the chain looped around his fingers. He grabbed the jewellery with his other hand, and clenched it tightly. Raising his arm behind his head, he prepared to pelt it into the water.

He gritted his teeth, groaning in frustration as he tried to move his hand. At last, the limb dropped to his side. He slumped backwards, his back laying on damp wood as he looked up at the sky.

She was gone.

Now that he thought about it, he probably needed to retrieve his heart from her body before it began to weaken and stop. Regina's mother had kept dozens of hearts outside of their owner's body, but his heart wouldn't last when trapped inside a corpse.

Honestly, Peter didn't care all too much. In fact, he didn't care at all. He welcomed death, he could see her again. Although, she'd certainly be angry with him for giving up. He could picture the furrow of her brows, the crease on her forehead as she frowned. Trying to hide that she was secretly pleased to see him.

The stomping of feet could be heard, quickly getting closer and closer. Peter tilted his head backwards even further and saw Hook running towards him. "Pan!" He came to a halt, catching his breath. "The curse has been undone-"

"And you've come to gloat?" He sighed.

"No. To give you a chance." Hook ignored the boy's scoff. "Because, everyone will be returned to the realm they were in before the curse, including Cassandra."

Peter did not react. He was already so numb.

"Listen to me, you're not going to see her ever again. So for bloody sake, say goodbye before you miss your chance and regret it."

"You hated her, and loathed me even more. Why would you give me such a courtesy?"

"I know what it's like to lose someone you love. Nobody deserves that. Not even scum like you."

"So it's nothing to do with the fact that you're trying to worm your way into her mother's life?" He sneered and then suddenly, an idea sparked in his head. He bolted past Hook before the pirate could reply. Eventually Peter heard footsteps as he caught up.

"They're headed to the town line." Hook picked up his pace. "This way."

The unlikely pair ran through the town side by side, reaching the group of residents.

A small yellow car was parked in front of the white marking on the ground. Peter saw the back of Emma's head and headed towards her. An arm blocked his path. The Evil Queen. She scowled at him slightly although the expression was swiftly replaced. Sorrow and understanding took its place.

She held out her other arm. "I think you'll be needing this." She dropped a heart into his hand and fidgeted uncomfortably. "Her body wouldn't be able to sustain it much longer."

Peter nodded and shoved the organ into his chest. He gasped as he doubled over in pain. Emma spotted him and came over.

"Pan?"

"Its his heart." Regina said. "You're more numb without it. With it... you feel everything." The dark-haired woman walked away.

"Pan, I-" Emma began.

"Before you say anything," Peter stopped her, gasping as he tried to shove away the pain. "I need you to open this." He dangled the locket from its chain.

"That's Cassandra's locket. Why would-"

"Blood magic."

Emma gently took the object from him. She rubbed her thumb over the dull metal. "What's inside?"

"I guess you'll find out." He tried so hard not to roll his eyes. Honestly, he did.

Curiosity getting the better of her, the woman clicked open the locket. She gawked at the object inside.

"And she had this the whole time?"

"She developed an emotional attachment to it." Peter explained. "She wasn't going to give it up to someone she'd just met to save- well- the brother she'd just met."

"Then why are you giving this to us now?"

"I'm not." He reached for the bean but Emma closed her fist and held it against her chest.

"Then what are you going to use it for."

The boy sighed. "To see her again." He noticed the befuddled look on Emma's face. "A magic bean can take you to any realm." He elaborated. "And it sure as hell can take me to the underworld."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid I'm not, Saviour." He held out his hand.

"You're going to try and bring her back." The woman's eyes widened.

"Believing one can overcome death, it's a childish notion isn't it?" He shook his head, chuckling wryly. "No, I'm not that young anymore, like she said, it's time to grow up."

"So... what, you're just going to live in the underworld?"

"Now you've got it." He smirked.

"What about the Lost Boys?" Henry toddled over. "They need you."

"No Henry, they don't. Not anymore. They made that clear the moment they sold me out. But Andie didn't, she never helped you to defeat me. I'm alive because of her and I'm not going to let her be alone."

"Then don't." Henry reached for his mother's closed hand.

"Henry. We could use it to go to the Enchanted Forest," Emma refused to release such a valuable item. "We could be with our family."

"We will be with them. Good always finds a way." He assured her. "But this isn't it." He tugged again and this time she let him take the magic bean. The boy gently handed it to Peter.

"Everyone deserves a happy ending."

Peter nodded in thanks and Henry dragged his mother away by the arm. Peter paced to the two bodies lying on the ground. The Lost Boys crouched next to them shuffled back as they spotted Peter.

He knew he didn't have long; he could see the green clouds tumbling towards them.

"Okay Cassie." He whispered. "I know how you hate not knowing things, so here's what's going to happen." He gripped her hand, confused by how it still managed to comfort him. "They're going to undo the curse, not just my curse, but the original. Your body will be sent to where you were before... and for you, that means where you grew up.

Nobody can go with you. Your body will arrive on its own, no one to bury you. But I swear, you are not alone. I'm coming, Cassie. I will always come back to you." He bent down over her, kissing her hairline. "Felix's company must be driving you mad." He half-expected her to smile, as if she were only pretending to sleep.

He shot a look to Felix. He waited to see if he felt remorse. But there was nothing. Just a blank slate. How was it possible, to feel nothing for the friend he knew for decades, and feel everything for the girl he knew for only one.

With one last look at the girl he loved to impossible depths, he strode to a clear section of the road. The magic bean flew from his hand, bouncing on the hard ground before being swallowed in the swirling abyss of a portal.

I'm coming.

To be truthful, he had no idea if this would work. But there was no other way. He had to hope. An image of her deep brown eyes smiling at him passed over his vision and suddenly, their entire time together flashed through his mind.

Her furious blush as he purposely brushed his hand against hers; the moment he realised he'd begun to blush too; the day her coy smile disappeared and she reached for his hand, smirking at his surprise; her beaming face as she danced through the jungle, her laugh chiming through the trees; the nervous look in her eyes as his lips brushed hers for the first time; the frantic beating of his heart every time they kissed; the content smile on her lips as she slept in his arms; the day she had to leave, the pain she tried to bury; the day she came back, flinging her arms around his neck.

All of it was Cassie. Every decision she made. Every flaw and quirk. Every mannerism. Every word. Every aspect of her was beautiful, and as Peter jumped through the portal, he knew he would find her. Nothing, not even death, could keep them apart...

For he was hers and she was his.

A/N: There it is. I've loved writing this, and I will be writing a sequel, although it will take quite some time to refine the plot. This isn't how I envisioned the ending when I started, but now I can't imagine it ending any other way. It used to be a question of whether Peter would die. If he did, Cassie's place in the plot would have been pointless. Their love for each other had to have some impact. The only way to show how much Peter cared, would be to see how hard he tried to protect her and witness the heartbreak when it was this protection that killed her.