A/n: warning: there's some lovey stuff here but under the circumstances, I thought it was necessary. Ok. Warning over. Enjoy!

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A day had passed since Jean's return back to her own body. Pan had listened on the edge of his seat to every word of Jean's tale. From her interaction with Malcolm, to the involuntary things Jean had been forced to say and do, and to the acts that she had moments of free will. He saw her smile when she recollected the way she had met him, and then cried when she recalled how she had left Malcolm.

By the end of it all, Jean was a wreck, her face was red and soaken wet from tears. Her body shook from not the experience, but from all the memories that were forced into her skull in a moment's time.

Pan watched her, though, with new eyes. Or maybe old ones. He saw Jean in a different light, perhaps not in a bad one though. He felt closer to her, knowing for certain they had shared a life together, a love too. The fact they found each other...again, through dreams (as Jean had figured it out before him) had overwhelmed him too.

Pan encouraged Jean to rest, and they would talk about it another time when she had time to sleep and recover. Before he had left, Jean took his wrist.

Pan turned to her, sitting back down on the edge of the bed when she didn't let him go.

"Peter." She sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry for abandoning you. Im so...so sorry."

Pan looked at her, knowing that expression himself. That torn look.

"We can talk about this later," Pan told her again. He took her hand in his. "Right now, you need to rest. Could you do that for me?"

Jean nodded, rubbing away her dried and fresh tears.

He stood to leave.

"Peter."

Pan looked at her.

"Do...do you still love me?" Jean whispered.

Pan said softly, "I never stopped."

He opened the hatch, and shuffled down, closing it a second later. He heard her continue to cry, and he shook his head. He met the Lost Boys just outside the treehouse, their faces stricken with worry.

"She'll be fine," Pan said, but he didn't sound too hot himself. "Go back to camp."

The boys reluctantly followed suit.

"Not you, Felix." Pan stated sternly. As Felix remained behind, Pan said, "We still need to have a discussion."

"Of course," said Felix, his voice and face all rid of emotion.

Pan walked off, with Felix walking just beside him. Not a word was said, but the tension was as thick as a brick wall. Not even a knife could cut through that. The edge of the forest came to a halt as Pan led Felix to the ocean. It was an odd place to have such a serious conversation; the breeze kissed the ocean, and the rippling tides returned the soft summer's feeling.

Pan sat down on a boulder, glancing down to see Jean's unfinished map, the map of the game that thanks to rum had not been enacted on the night it had been planned.

He took out a dull set of pipes, starting to notch at it with his dagger.

"Sit down." Pan told him flatly.

Felix obeyed, sitting beside him. Some silence passed.

"When were you planning on telling me?" Pan questioned.

"Telling you what?" asked Felix.

Pan sighed, "You and I have known each quite some time. It'd be in your best interest not to play dumb. You said you're in love with her."

"Yes. I am." Felix muttered. "But i didn't realize it until last night."

"That's convenient," Pan muttered. He looked at him straight in the eye. "What made that happen?"

"Rum?" Felix suggested.

"Seems as a good an excuse as any," Pan grumbled.

Another long silenced passed.

"What are your intentions from here on out?" Pan inquired. "You know how I feel about other boys trespassing on my territory. You're also a hard loyal Lost Boy to find; hard to replace...So frankly, I'm at a loss as to what to do with you."

He gave him a hard look.

"What do *you* think I should do?" Pan inquired.

Felix shrugged saying, "Whatever you wish."

"Dangerous answer," Pan reflected.

"Its the only answer," said Felix.

Pan sized him up, watching him plainly. Felix had done everything Pan ever asked and when he needed something important accomplished, Felix was the one he could go to without worry. Felix also loved Jean...and at this point in time, Pan had no intention of giving her up. Even if in her past life, she had abandoned him.

"What do you think should happen?" Pan asked. "You've not really done anything that Ive been made aware of. Death seems a little too dramatic, even to me."

Felix shrugged again, saying, "Would it matter if i said that my loyalty to you means more to me than what i ever could feel for her?"

Pan made a look as though he was impressed with not only Felix's answer, but the whole subject matter combined. That certainly did make a difference.

"Are you really that loyal?" Pan asked. "You're telling me I have nothing to worry about? I keep hearing that from Jock...Devin...lately, these days, Tock..." he sighed mockingly, "But for some reaon, I don't believe them. Why should I believe you?"

"Because unlike them, I will not betray you," Felix answered strongly. "Because unlike Jean, I will not abandon you."

"*Watch what you say about her*." Pan snarled.

Pan took a moment to put his feelings back in order, removing himself emotionally from the situation. He had to think about this clearly. For a moment, he glanced at Felix then his concentration subsided to the map drawn below his feet. Jean and her little buddy, the deceased Jay, had worked out the whole island in the sand, where the boys would go from station to station. It appeared to be an obstacle course.

"I won't kill you." Pan decided. "You're too valuable for that kind of thing."

"Thanks for that," Felix returned.

"But cross me just once," Pan challenged, stepping close to Felix and looking up at him; even with the height difference, Pan still appeared most intimidating. "And you'll forever wish I had."

Felix watched Pan begin to leave.

"Is she alright?"

Pan turned around, looking at Felix incredulously. However, he changed his mind and answered Felix: "She will be."

Pan walked back to the treehouse, his mind muddled with racing thoughts. He approached the treehouse where he had left Jean, and walked inside, up the ladder, and opened the hatch. Not really surprised to see that Jean was in bed on her back.

But to his satisfaction, at least, she was asleep.

Pan undressed, deciding that what he needed most at the moment was to be next to her. As he moved into the bed, it shifted with his weight. Being the light sleeper that she was, Jean stirred, her eyes fluttering open; they were the usual brown, but blood shot.

Pan smiled when she did. She moved closer to him. Pan felt the need to kiss her, becoming magnetized to her like he had felt the day he'd seen her in his dreams, in Neverland, and like the day he met her in the park. He was drawn to her.

And she, to him.

Now, at least, they both knew why.

Jean mouthed the words, 'I love you'. Pan returned in the same way, 'I love you too, babe'. Jean smiled again, and she moved even closer. Their bodies were heating up, and Pan could feel a deep part of him wanting Jean all over again. He felt nervous for some reason. And she did too.

It was like making love for the first time all over again. Sure, they weren't different people. Not entirely. But there was a new history between them. Rumple's mother and father back together again...who knew that sort of thing ever happened!

"Are you sure?" Jean asked quietly.

"Well, we've done it before," Pan reminded.

"No, I mean...Are you sure you love me?" she asked. "With everything else that's happened...with us...and the past us."

Pan's answer didn't come out in as many words, or any words for that matter. Instead, he conveyed it through a simple long kiss that made Jean blush. When the kiss naturally ended, Jean looked at him with a whole new light, knowing she had loved Pan before he was Pan.

Jean sat up, pulling her dress above her head and tossing it to the ground. Pan watched her, and he smirked when she wiggled back under the covers. He kissed her shoulder first, then her neck, leading all the way up to her mouth. She met him halfway, and he closed the rest of the distance between not only their lips, but their bodies as well.

She was pure heat. And all his. The desire had quickened things from a spark to a flame. The moment they touched, it was like neither of them could get enough in time. Jean began pulling off her panties, but Pan smacked her hands away and just ripped them off himself while they were madly kissing with amazing passion and ferocity.

She moaned quietly when he spread her legs apart, placing him between them. Pan touched her heated sex, his fingers feeling how ready and wet she was. Jean lifted her hips to him when he entered one of his fingers inside her pussy.

Pan didn't need to be further convinced when her hips rolled against his hand as he fingered her, and her mouth enticed him with a whimper and a moan from her throat.

He moved his hands behind her back, just along the sides of her breasts. Perky, firm, and her nipples poked out, hard with her arousal. She made a soft, whimper and Pan felt her wiggling underneathe him as he touched the tip of cock against her wet entrance.

"I love you, Jean. More than you could ever know." Pan uttered quietly. And that said, he thrusted into her slowly, and deep, all of him.

Jean responded to him in every way possible. It was as though they were making love on a new heightened level. The way it felt long ago, and the way it felt now were two different ways combined into one. Jean was on high energy and alert, but ultimately her defenses were down, and so were Pan's. They relished each other's moans differently than before.

When pleasure had overtaken even the smallest parts of their beings, the two had an enormous, powerful release and they muffled their sounds with a kiss. Instead of rolling off her, Pan remained where he was, locked in her light embrace as he laid his head on her valley between her breasts, hearing her rapid, strong heartbeat.

They were breathless, panting from energy spent, but satisfied. Pan felt her walls tighten around him, and Pan pulled out of her; he smirked when he heard Jean involuntarily moan. He propped himself up, kissing her forehead, then kissing her on the lips. She returned it, and he lied down beside her on his back.

Jean beamed when he moved closer to her. She did the same. His arms wrapped protectively around her; Jean rested her head in the crook of his neck, her leg placed between his.

"We still have to figure out where to put Jay's body," Jean mumbled.

Pan sighed, "This is the type of conversation I always enjoy having with you afterwards. Jean."

She looked up at him, expecting some sarcastic or tired expression but was pleased to see him smiling at her.

"You see, if we had *this*," Pan noted her dark sense of humor, "we wouldn't have had any problems."

Jean giggled.