AN: So I have finally acquired a Tumblr and somewhat have learned to use it. Feel free to follow me, if you'd like. My name is dreamingofnoreality. You'll know it's definitely me by the purple hedgehog picture.
I like hedgehogs. And Martin Freeman. Which is pretty much the same thing. If you like the show Sherlock as much as I do, you'll probably understand exactly what I'm talking about.
Third Person P.O.V
"Augh!"
Peter clutched his chest, dropping to his knees as pain erupted from his happened, he wondered, trying to keep his head together. What was the pain from? Confused, he glanced at his hand and saw it stained with crimson. He then noticed the blood gushing from his body at an alarming rate, the warm, red liquid staining his green clothes and leaving him feeling light-headed. Dazed, he forced his eyes to search the darkness for the source of what had happened, who was trying to hurt him.
Relief washed over him when his eyes landed on Amy, standing a mere few feet away, a bundle of blankets clutched in one arm, while her other arm was behind her back.
"Amy!" he called weakly. "Help me!" His hand reached out for her, the blood dripping hard and thick from his fingers to the ground.
Her dark eyes just stared at him, devoid of any emotion.
"Somethings happened to me," he gasped out. "I need you, angel!"
His words produced a harsh, uncharacteristic snort from her. He blinked, a sickening feeling creeping up inside of him.
Slowly, her hand retracted from her back where she clutched a familiar looking dagger in her hand, his name hidden underneath the smears of blood.
"Angel?" she spat. "Maybe a few years ago I was, when I was naive and foolish. But now you've ruined me!" Her voice rose to a near shriek, clutching the bundle to her tightly. "And I will not let you ruin my baby too, you monster!"
His eyes widened, his breath coming out in shallow gasps. The bundle, his child, began crying loudly. He couldn't see the face, or any inch of the baby. Amy had hidden it too well in the blankets, cradling it against her.
"Amy, please!" he pleaded. "I love you. I love you so much. I would never hurt you or the baby." He scrambled to stand, his feet sliding and sending him back to the floor. The pain made his world fuzzy, practically seeing stars.
"You already have!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "You took everything from me! But once you die, I'll be the new Dark One! I can protect my baby from villains like you!"
His head swirled. Amy? His sweet, gentle Amy? The Dark One?
"NO!" he roared. He made it to his feet, stumbling towards her. The child, his child, in her arms began to scream.
"Not you!" His throat felt like it was going to rip in half from effort of not crying, screaming, exploding. "Amy, you can't do this! The darkness will kill you! You can't handle it!"
"Don't you get it!?" she shouted over the baby's wails. "IT'S YOUR DARKNESS WILL KILL ME AND MY CHILD!"
He lunged, desperate to hold her in his arms. His fingers just brushed against her before she jumped back, letting him fall to the ground on his hands and knees.
"Give me a chance," he begged. "I don't have to be the villain anymore. I know I can change for you. Just give me one last chance."
Amy gazed down at him, her lips tight and her eyes cold as ice.
"Sorry, Pan. But I don't believe in you."
His eyes shut, unwilling to watch as she slammed the dagger down into his chest one final time.
Third Person P.O.V
Never had Felix thought that Serena could annoy him anymore. But once again, he'd been proven wrong. As he sat with his feet up on one of the desks, right in front of the jail cell where he'd once been locked away, he watched as Serena the monkey threw herself at the bars repeatedly, jumping from wall to wall, as though a way to escape would magically appear. The screeching was the worst part, nearly deafening anyone in the vicinity.
"You sure you'll be alright all night?" Emma asked doubtfully, eyeing the former junior deputy as Serena screamed, flapping her wings furiously.
"Just fine," Felix replied, his ears beginning to ache. "It's not like she's gotten any louder than before."
Emma shot him an amused look. "Right. Well if there are any problems, you know how to make a phone call right?"
"Serena taught me. But we'll be fine. She's locked in there pretty tightly."
"Okay then," she said. "I'll see you in the morning."
He gave a small nod, keeping his eyes on the frantic monkey.
After the Savior left, Felix found himself growing border by the hour. He tried laying his head down on the desk and sleeping but every time he would start to doze off, Serena would screech again. Eventually, he just focused on Serena, deep in thought.
On the upper hand, Serena hadn't hurt anyone like Zelena had wanted, specifically the Savior. However, now she would only resort to something else to get what she wanted, which was getting light magic out of the way, leaving both Emma and Amy, and Mini-Pan, at risk.
He made a face at himself. Had he really just thought of it as Mini-Pan? Serena's vocabulary really was rubbing off on him, and it needed to stop.
"You're a whole lot of trouble, you know that?" he commented, though he knew Serena was far past being able to comprehend. Though whenever he spoke, the shrieks dulled down to soft hisses, with the snapping of her jaws as she glared at him with her beady eyes.
"I don't know what I was thinking," he continued. "Getting involved with you. Maybe I'm as big of a fool as Pan."
"I appreciate that, Felix."
Felix winced, glancing over his shoulder as Peter strode in, looking neither angry nor calm as he plopped down in a nearby chair. Up close, he noticed that Peter appeared alarmingly pale, as though sick. Felix hesitated for a moment, deciding not to bring it up.
"What are you doing here?" he asked instead. "It's almost one a.m."
"Couldn't sleep. Figured I'd keep you and your lovely lady company."
Felix rolled his eyes. "What about Amy?" he challenged.
Peter shrugged. "She hasn't had any nightmares since the seance with Cora. She'll be alright."
"Really?" Felix was intrigued. "Not one?"
"Getting the truth from her mother gave her the closure she needed, I suppose."
Felix eyed his leader. Something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger what the problem was. He didn't seem angry, or sad. Not even distant. Anxious? Nervous? Guilty?
He had no clue.
"Is anyone trying to figure out how to change her back?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement at Serena, who seemed to be glaring at them.
"You . . . doing okay?" He inwardly winced at how stupid he sounded by hesitating.
Peter didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't mention it.
"Fine. Just needed to get away from the house for a bit, is all."
"You mean away from the baby?"
Now Peter was the one hesitating, giving Felix a long, cold look. It made Felix feel about two inches tall. However, he kept Peter's gaze, returning it with a look that was just as icy.
"Look, you can't do this once it's born. The games are over, Peter. We're not on Neverland anymore. Amy needs you, and so does your kid."
Peter's eyes darkened even further, if possible. "You don't think I don't know that?"
Trying to save himself from the grave he was digging, he quickly tried to sugar coat what he'd just said. "I'm just saying-"
"I'm just trying to keep myself together, Felix! Since this has happened, I'm the one who's losing their mind, while Amy is the calm one!"
Felix had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing. Now that was a change. But she did have a way of always calming him down.
"Haven't you told her?"
He laughed bitterly. "She already figured it out. But all I can think about is what's going to happen if I lose my temper and even Amy can't help me fight it." Felix's stomach clenched painfully. He'd never seen Peter look like this.
"What if I accidentally hurt my own child?" he whispered, looking truly frightened at the prospect.
"Peter," Felix said, surprising himself by how authoritative he sounded. "You broke free of the dagger. You're not completely the Dark One, you're not all gone. Rumple was, and even he beat it. You can fight it, with or without Amy's help."
The pride Felix felt for his first successful-sounding speech didn't last long, being abruptly cut off by Serena throwing another fit. Rattling the bars and throwing her head back, she began screaming loud enough to wake up the entire town.
"If you don't find a way to shut her up," Peter said. "I'm going to use one of those gun contraptions and shoot her."
Amy's P.O.V
"Amy? There's some man at the door asking for you. I dunno who he is."
I frowned, raising my eyebrows at Tootles. "You answered the door for a stranger?"
The look I received was of the utmost annoyance.
"If he wanted to 'urt me, 'e'd be dead on the spot," he reminded me, patting his pocket where I knew he kept his tiny dagger concealed. As much as I tried to help him be a normal little boy, his Neverland roots were forever implanted in his brain.
"Fair enough," I said. "Guess that means I have to get up." With a grunt, I stood up from the couch and gave my much larger stomach a small pat.
" 'ow big is it?" Tootles asked curiously, still unable to see anything abnormal thanks to Peter's spell.
"Pretty big," I admitted, trying to sound upbeat about it rather than miserable. "Well let's go see this strange man, shall we?"
I would have felt more comfortable opening the door to someone apparently unknown if Peter were here, who had called me to say he would be with Felix for a while. But I was fairly certain that as long as it wasn't Rumplestiltskin, who Tootles would have recognized, my magic would be strong enough to protect the two, well three, of us. Besides, Tootles would never lead me into danger. He was much smarter than that.
Opening the front door, I realized I may have preferred to see Rumplestiltskin standing there.
"Amethyst?" Maurice said, his eyes shifting around, barely looking at me.
The last time I'd seen him was at the disaster called my wedding. The last time I'd spoken to him was when he was threatening to send me to an asylum and marry me off to Gaston.
While I was Zelena's prisoner Rumple had told me an interesting story about how far Maurice had been willing to go to keep Belle away from Rumple, a man he believed too evil for her. He'd kidnapped her and tried to force her over the town line, which would have taken away her memories and replaced them with the ones Regina had created for her curse.
I could have forgiven him for all that, honestly I could have. But as far as I saw he hadn't changed a bit. His memories of the past year were erased, meaning that while back in Storybrooke he had to to have re-learned that I was still alive. Yet, he waited this long to come see me, his own "daughter". The only possible reason he had been putting off this reunion and acting so guilty was because he despised Peter as much as he did Rumplestiltskin. Hate and fear came before love with him, I'd learned that the hard way.
Maurice swallowed hard. "I-I know it's been a long time," he began. I snorted. "But I wanted to stop by and see how you were."
"That's nice."
I made to shut the door in his face but he was a step ahead of me, sticking his foot in the doorway. Tootles started to protest, looking furious but I pushed him behind me, signaling him that I could handle this.
"Amy, please," Maurice pleaded, looking very much like a tired old man. "I am your father-"
"Enough!" I snapped. "You weren't there for me in the year you don't remember, and you haven't been here for me now. Why did it take you so long to come visit me? I've been back in Storybrooke and out of Zelena's captivity for weeks now, Maurice."
"I didn't think that boy would let me!"
"Peter doesn't dictate who I see," I said testily. "Stop lying to me. You were scared that I've become like him, because I have magic, right? Guess what, neither of us are evil so you're safe, unless you don't leave right now."
He barely got his foot out of the doorway before I slammed it shut, hard enough to make the house rattle a bit.
"Amy?" Tootles spoke in a tiny voice. "Are you okay?"
I nodded slowly. I felt better than okay. It was as if I'd gotten closure with both of my "parents" in a matter of a week. First Cora, now Maurice. It was amazing, as though I'd finally cut all the ties away, the ties that had dragged me down. Granted, Maurice was nowhere near as horrible as Cora. He did love and care for me, but he was judgmental, even willing to throw me in an asylum out of fear. But now I had a real family, people who loved me and accepted me as I was, the good, the bad, and the crazy.
"I can't do this anymore," I suddenly said, making Tootles blink at me in confusion. "Maurice hasn't been there for me, but Regina and Belle are everything to me. I can't lie and sneak around them out of fear anymore. They deserve more than that, and I'm not letting Zelena control my life anymore."
Tootles eyes grew huge. "Whatchu' talking about?"
I took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm going to tell them about the baby."