Notes: I have been playing with this idea for a long time. Honestly, I have wanted to do this since the start of this series. I just couldn't find a way to write it without it becoming highly mature. That's the thing about Sybelle. When I write her dark, she truly goes to dark places. It's one of the reasons I love writing 7th Sister. (Also, working on chapter 15. When I'm nearly done with that, chapter 14 will come out. Have to say, it's going to be a game changer on how you view some people.)

The Queen Of Neverland

Time: When Henry is taking to Neverland

Place: Neverland

Theme: Basically..."There's no kings in Neverland, only me."- Peter Pan

Peter Pan smirked as she stepped into the camp. She glanced at the boys with cold, uncaring eyes. She never understood why so many of them looked up to her while others wished her death. She was a proud woman of evil. They should all fear her as they did him.

"Pan, I have need of you." She stated evenly.

"Of course." He nodded his head with a snort. He would return to finish the game later. "Felix, look after things."

xxx

They weren't lovers. They weren't enemies or friends either. They were something else.

"It seems that your service will come to an end." She stated once they were far from the camp.

"You mean to kill me." He didn't believe that. He smirked at her knowing she meant something else.

"You know I don't." She replied. "I meant that your child will be coming to the island."

"You promised-" He started to inform her, but she cut him off.

"I know what I promised." She rolled her eyes. "I also know that I can not stop him from coming. I need Henry's heart and he means to come here with the others."

"To stop you?"

"Possibly." She shrugged. "That boy is his doom. He may come to do the right thing, but let me kill the child just the same." Either way, Rumpelstiltskin being here meant her promise couldn't be kept.

"Until the day you break your word, I will stay in your service." He vowed once more.

"Hn, is that how we will play it?" She sighed out. "Very well. So be it." She disappeared into the night.

Xxx

They fucked. They fought. They talked. They listened. They worked together. Yet, they could never say, do, or feel what they wanted.

"She means a lot to you." Henry noted one evening.

"She rules this land." Pan informed the child. "And I have known her for many years. We've come to...respect each other."

"Is that what you call it?" Henry Miller glanced into the darkness.

"She wants to save something important to her." Peter Pan sighed out. "She needs your help to do it. She doesn't tell me what that important thing is, only that she needs you. It's implied that it's Neverland, but honestly...it could be something else, someone else." He knew he shouldn't tell the boy that. It would plant a seed of doubt into his mind, but for Pan was doing this for his son.

"Does that bother you?" Henry questioned after a long pause. "That she could be doing this to save someone that isn't you?"

"Why would that bother me?"

"Because, you care about her."

Care? No, Peter Pan didn't care about her. How could he after all that she had taken from him?

Xxx

Her smile is beautiful. It makes it hard to believe she could be evil. Even dressed in black and seeing her hurt some Lost Boys, there's a grace about her that can not be ignored.

"Hello Henry." She smiled softly as she waved the boy over. "Come. Have a seat." She patted the earth next to her.

"What are you going?"

"I am listening to them." She whispered.

"To who?"

"My kin." She pointed to a dead Pixie Dust Tree. "These are their corpses and sometimes I can hear them crying. Sometimes I can hear them praying and other times, like tonight, I can hear them sing."

"Why do they cry? Why are they singing?"

"They sing because of you." She grinned lovingly. "They believe you can help them restore our land."

"And they cry?"

"Because of how they dead." She sighed out. "Pixie Dust trees are not natural. They do not form when a pixie dies naturally or is murder by normal means. They are made by monsters."

"How were they made?"

"By burying a pixie alive." She sounded hollow. "The younger the pixie, the dust the tree will make."

"Than all these trees..." Henry felt horrified as he looked at woods around him.

"Yes, they were all pixies buried alive." She informed the child. "Humans came to this land and captured many of my kind to create these trees. Some escaped, like my mother, and went into hiding."

"You came back though."

"I did." She nodded her head. "My mother brought me here as she...was dying. She wanted me to fix this land for our people. Kill these trees and do away with the dark spirits that haunt this realm."

"And that's where I come in." Henry guessed.

"I need the heart of the truest believe to replant the tree that stood in the center of Pixie Hollow, Dark Hollow." She corrected herself. "It needs to be willingly given, but it is a heavy price to pay. I have no idea what will happen to that person, only that time is growing short."

"Peter Pan believes with all his heart." Henry noted. "How come you couldn't use him?"

xxx

To ease Henry's mind, they would have a party, the last one as a family. It was becoming clear that she would not be able to keep her promise without risking her death.

She stood outside the camp watching the Lost Boys dance around the fire. They were having fun that made her happy. Pan stopped playing to look towards her. He smiled at her for a moment before getting some of the other boys to play something. She wondered what he was doing.

He appeared behind her. She eyed him carefully as he took her hand. Henry watched as they moved deeper into the jungle. He followed in the shadows. The pair stopped at a clear that was close enough to the camp that the music could be heard in the background. Without saying a word, they dance together in the moonlight. This was very well they're last night as allies.

"I will miss you." She whispered when the playing stopped. "You were great help to me."

"And I shall miss you." He countered. "You taught me much."

"I could have taught you more." Her heart felt heavy. "There is so much more I could have shown you and places we could have gone together."

"I am happy with what we have done so far." He couldn't look at her. "I enjoyed myself."

"No matter what happens, I am glad to have meet you." She placed her hands into his. "Thank you." She kissed him softly before vanishing into the night.

For the first time in years, Peter Pan started crying. None of this was fair. None of it was fair.

Xxx*

"Just go home." Pan informed his son. "We don't need to fight."

"I can't let you hurt the boy."

"Of course you can." He smirked. "You don't really want him to live do you."

xxx

"Really now." The queen of Neverland smirked. "You hate your father so much after all he's done for you. Trading his life to save yours." She sneered at the Dark One. This was her way for repaying Pan for all his years of service. "It's almost waste to see how he gave up his freedom so that you could leave this land, only for spit at him."

"What?"

"You heard me." She rolled her eyes. "No point in repeating myself."

"He didn't. He wouldn't."

"He would and he did." She sighed out bored. "He became my servant and you got to live a normal life. Tst, seeing you now, I doubt think the trade was fair." She mocked.

Sometime to fix what you've broken, you had to break it a bit more.

Xxx

He can't tell what's right and wrong. He can't see the right path, only two souls trying to be strong.

"Henry," Sybelle muttered as the boy faked sleep. She brushed her fingers through his hair. "You asked why Pan couldn't do it. You asked why I needed you. Can you keep a secret? Because, I don't want risk his life. I don't want him to die. Is that selfish of me?"

"Will my heart really save this land?" Henry asked.

"It will." She replied. "But it must be given willingly to this land. You may never leave and you could die."

"Will he stay with you if I do this?"

"I.. I can not say." She didn't like that question. "I am giving him his freedom back. He would most likely leave."

"But if you asked him to-" The child started to say.

"That's enough." She hissed with dark eyes. "I will not be spoken to like this. If he stays or goes, it has nothing to do with my vision, my dream. If I can't take your heart, than I'll find another." She snapped.

"Even if it's his?"

"Even if it's his." She smirked.

Xxx

There were no hard feels. It was just protecting someone that meant at lot to... Pan laughed.

"You think this is all about that?" He questioned his son.

"Isn't it?"

"This dead land deserves to live again." Pan noted. "If the price is one boy, why should I stand in the way?"

"You were never so noble." Rumpelstiltskin pointed out. "It's not in your nature."

"Maybe it is now."

"I doubt that."

"Don't make me hurt you." Peter Pan warned his son. "You may be the Dark One, but I'm master here."

"Don't you mean slave?"

Slave? Peter Pan hadn't been a slave for years. When he thought about it, he doubted that he ever had been.

"I can see into your soul." She whispered to him one night. "Why pretend to be something your not?" She held his hand pushing the blade between his fingers. "Just let go. I'll even help you make the first cut."

"It's okay to be turned on." She seemed pleased. "The sight of blood does that to me too." He placed his hands around her throat. He was in no mood to hear her voice.

"I'm a monster." He sneered out as he shook with rage.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." She wheezed out. She pressed her body onto his. She took hold of his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She kissed him hard on the mouth. "Isn't fun? Don't you want to play more?"

No. If he truly thought about it, Pan had never been more free.

End Notes: So, if you noticed the Xxx*, that was where I was going to end it. But than I read it and was like, not good enough! Needs more feels. Still not happy, but I'm not going to drive myself crazy over this.