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Well, I hope you enjoy this chappie. I'm not too sure about it as I struggled while writing the entire thing but let me know what you think about it, and if it makes any sense at all.
Also, Peter's outfit is the Pied Piper's outfit in this chapter.
You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.
C. JoyBell C.
"Lily," I ignored the voice, keeping my hands out in front of me and focused on trying to make the plant in front of me catch fire without me looking at it. I smiled when the scent of smoke assaulted me and finally turned around, raising an eyebrow at a stoic Felix. "Pan doesn't like you being so far alone from camp."
I rolled my eyes and turned away from Felix, not in any mood to get into an argument with him as he usually, to my frustration, won them. Last time it had been about not using magic on the lost boys that annoyed me, which was mostly Caleb, and Felix had managed to convince me to not rip out the boy's shadow.
I'd then spent an entire hour taking out my anger on several innocent plants and one, very large patch of dreamshade.
Luca still wasn't speaking to me because of it.
"Tell Peter he can quit worrying about me and concentrate on finding that boy that you're all searching for." Felix blinked, surprise coming off him and I smirked. "You really think I'm daft enough to not notice you comparing every boy that get's on the island to that picture?"
I'd never seen the picture but I'd seen Rufio when he'd been alive, and now Luca, checking every boy's face that came onto the island against the small scroll of paper. I'd also heard Felix and Peter talking in hushed whispers, something about the 'truest heart', or something like that. Though I didn't pay too much attention to it, nor did I care enough to ask any questions, watching the pure panic as it flickered across Felix's pale face made me almost giddy.
Messing with people's heads had always been a favorite past time of mind, a byproduct from being raised by the Dark One, I assumed. I enjoyed bothering Felix the most, as it was harder to make the unflappable lost boy lose his cool than anyone I'd ever met, including Peter.
"Don't worry," I assured after several minutes of Felix staring at me in something akin to horror. "I honestly don't care about what you're doing." I smothered my chuckles in my wrist, letting out a gasp when arms wrapped around my waist and I was spun around.
"Torturing Felix again, love?"
I glared up at Peter, though said nothing and the boy holding me nodded his head at Felix, wordlessly telling the blond to go. As Felix's footsteps faded, Peter turned his attention down to me and, his lips curled into an inviting smirk that immediately set me on edge.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked warily, my eyes narrowing as he chuckled huskily, pulling me closer to him. I blinked, noticing that he had a cloak thrown over his arm and looked at it, blinking when I realized that it was the Pied Piper's cloak.
"Going to the Enchanted Forest to lure unloved boys to the cause?" I intoned, now in a horrible mood that he was going back to the Enchanted Forest while I was stuck on this island, when I still longed for my home.
"Not exactly, love."
His answering smile made me almost take a step back, though his arms caged me against his body and he shook his head once, his green eyes never leaving mine. He flicked his wrist and, to my surprise, I was dressed in clothes similar to the ones I'd come to Neverland wearing. I looked down at myself, then at him. The clothes of the Pied Piper adorned his lean frame and he smiled at me, leaning down to kiss me softly.
"We are going to the Enchanted Forest."
Before I could respond, though my mouth didn't seem to be working properly as I could barely form a coherent sentence and he smirked, flinging his cloak over himself before he gave a sharp whistle.
I spun around, well more like halfway as Peter was still clutching me to his chest and tensed when the Shadow sped towards us, snapping my head back to Peter just as the Shadow reached us, my vision fading to black.
I inhaled sharply as my feet touched the ground, my eyes flying open as I stared around, letting out a choked, received gasp when I recognized the surroundings. I looked around, holding back relieved tears at the sight of my home. I stilled, the word warming me to my very core.
I was home.
Before he could react, I spun around and jumped at Peter, throwing my arms around his neck and burrowing my face into the crook of his neck. He teetered back slightly but somehow managed to catch me, his lean arms wrapping tightly around my waist.
"Thank you." I whispered, almost shyly, and I gently pressed a kiss against his neck, feeling his entire body shiver when I did so. I pulled my head back and looked up at him, inhaling deeply and, before I lost my nerve, I pressed my lips to his softly.
After a few moments, I pulled back and slid my arms from his neck, freezing when his own tightened around me.
I looked at his chest, and kept my gaze there, unwilling to look at him. Over the last four years, I'd never truly initiated contact with him, at least not really willingly. I'd never really kissed him first, nor had I ever thrown myself at him as I just had. He enjoyed physical contact with me far too much already, as he'd taken to slipping into my bed in the middle of the night to sleep with me over the last year, not that I was really going to complain as I enjoyed the closeness as much as he did.
His cool fingers gently skimmed across my cheek, falling to my chin, and he cupped it, tilting my head up. Blue met green and I shivered at the heat reflected in his gaze.
After several moments, he gently kissed me, his hand slipping to the back of my head and he pressed me closer, deepening the kiss. When he finally pulled away, I was breathless and somewhat dizzy, panting softly, though he was no better. His cool breath gently fanned across my face and I continued to stare up at him before I looked around again, unable to stop a small smile from spreading across my face at the sight of my home.
"Why are we here?" I turned back to him, my brow furrowed and he smirked in response, his arms loosening before he took my hand, lacing our fingers together and began to walk through the woods.
"You'll see." I huffed at his reply, earning a soft chuckle but nothing else, as he continued to lead us through the dark forest.
After what seemed like hours, we made it to the edge and at the sight of a city, I froze in place, quite aware that despite being gone for four years, people would still knew what I looked like as I hadn't aged while I was away and I'd been pretty infamous.
Peter turned to me when I'd stopped, his eyebrow raised and I shook my head once, unwilling to go into public and be recognized, especially considering that Rumple would find out about it and track me down, probably killing Peter before he gleefully strangled, then resurrected me for leaving in the first place.
"People here know who I am. What I am." He turned fully to me, his eyebrow raised higher and he tilted his head, seemingly amused.
"And, what are you exactly?" I stiffened, in no mood for teasing and I glared up at him, fighting to keep my eyes from turning red.
"I am the Dark One's student. People don't usually like having a practitioner of magic in their midst." He smirked at my rant, the fact that I was nearly in his face hissing the words at him clearly didn't' bother him and he simply shook his head before taking my hand again.
"Why don't you tell me the real reason you don't want to go out there." I stiffened when he was suddenly behind me, his lips next to my ear as he whispered quietly into it. "You're afraid, that Rumple is going to find us, aren't you?"
"More like hoping." I spat back, clenching my teeth when his eyes went flat and cold, anger filling them before he turned me around, his grip tight.
"Well, too bad for you, Rumple's always been bad at playing games." I stared at him warily, my hands forming into tight fists as he began to pace around me in a wide circle. "And, if he even did manage to find us, which he won't," he stopped and turned to face me, his pale face filled with malice. "Well, let's just say that Rumple may not like the consequences if he did."
"How can you be so cold to him." He went deathly still at my broken whisper and I froze as well but was unable to stop myself from speaking. "He's your son." I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself tightly as a chill went through me. "Don't you care about him at all?"
"You saw what happened." He moved closer to me again, leaning over me as he smirked darkly, his cold eyes filled with icy hate. "Why don't you tell me?"
Something inside me snapped then and before he could react, I waved my hand around me, disappearing in purple smoke.
"Let's see if you can find me now, Peter."
The last thing I saw was Peter's expression while a playful, predatory smirk slide across his face.
"Let the games begin, love."
I had to find Rumple.
I stalked through the city, a cloak thrown over my features as I pushed past the few people out in the darkening twilight. I hadn't been around anyone but the lost boys for almost half a decade and I wasn't very good with people, not that I'd been good before but still, I was having trouble adjusting to the large amount of people and felt claustrophobic.
I hoped that Rumple hadn't gotten too far, as I'd heard tell that the Dark One had passed by not too long ago, gleefully and maliciously causing strife in the city before he went on his merry way.
I held back a fond smile at that. It sounded exactly like something my mentor would do.
I froze and cursed loudly, earning odd and frightened looks but paid no mind to the people around me, taking off at a sprint through the town when I felt Peter's aura behind me. I dashed through the cobblestone streets, grabbing my hood before it fell off my head but wasn't quick enough and, I heard the whispers soon enough.
"The Dark Lillith."
I cursed again and slipped into an alley before I waved my hand, purple mist surrounding me again before I appeared on a hill overlooking the city.
I sighed with relief, hoping that the people didn't spread the word that they saw me, or Rumple would know that I was back home. Inwardly, I did want Rumple to come and find me or at least hoped that I'd be able to find him, so I could go with him and not have to return with Peter. I hated the fact that I needed Rumple's help to get away from Peter but, as my magic had no effect, I'd need Rumple's assistance in this matter.
Which he would probably hold over my head for the rest of my life, which, if all things went according to plan, would be forever.
Stupid immortality pact.
I sighed and turned around, nearly screaming with frustration when I nearly ran into Peter's leather-covered chest.
"I hate you." I stated, glaring up at him before shook my head at the smirk on his face, laughter escaping me as he picked me up and spun me around once. He set me on my feet, lightly tapping my nose with his finger.
"We both know that's a lie." I stared at him, my laughter ceasing and he simply gazed back, his eyebrow raised in challenge while his eyes met mine, the green smoldering.
I didn't respond, unsure how to as Peter had never broached the subject of feelings before and I really didn't want to, as I was still getting used to the fact that I had feelings again, even after four years of having them back.
"Just, tell me why you brought me here."
"Oh, that." He chuckled, circling around me again with a smirk on his face as he shook his head. "That's quite simple."
He stopped and stood in front of me, leaning his face level with mien as his hands settled on my waist again.
"We're here to visit your mother's grave." I froze as I realized what today was, what I had forgotten that today was.
It was the anniversary of my mother's death.
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GingerGeekGal1796: Thank you!
Songbook12: Thank you! And sadly, he'll continue being a jerk until Lily manages to whip him into shape.
Peter's lover: It creeped me out on so many levels when I found out he was Rumpelstiltskin's father. Though it thankfully didn't ruin the character for me. I'm so very glad you had a good birthday and I like those times too, except when the fact that I haven't' slept catches up to me in class. And I wish I had ;). I'm so glad that you love this story and aww, thank you! You are such a sweetheart.
Emily: Thank you very much. It's not too hard to write her disgust with the situation because honestly it's a pretty messed up situation in the show. I was completely disturbed but you're right, it doesn't stop Peter from being adorable. And thank you, I'll try my best.
brook330: Than you! I'm glad.
SnowWhiteQueen: I'm so glad it didn't break either, that would have been bad! And I am going to continue 'Welcome to Storybrooke', I'm almost done with the next chapter so hopefully I'll have it up tomorrow. Thank you for the review!
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