A/N: I am so sorry guys! Hectic weekend and literally no time to write. I haven't written since Friday which is pretty insane for me. Sooooo. Here's the next chappie!

I'm throwing it out there that once I'm finished this (Which could be by next week) I'm not going to be investing any time in long fics and will probably stick with writing one-shots and small part fics BUT, I'd love some prompts or ideas or peeps to dedicate them to. So if you have anything to offer, be it Pan or Hook (I'll also ship basically anyone with either of those two) of the clean or dirty variety, I will at some stage need to write stuff. Just leave it on your review or send me a pm. My inbox is always open. =]

Aight. Onwards! xx

Promise

"Back entrance, we take down the guards, pull apart the shelves and get to Circe," Graham was saying as Evie walked into the room with Pan trailing behind her. "She'll notice us, sound the alarm, and the Evil Queen will send out guards. Our league in the immortals will turn and fight, preventing the army from protecting Circe.

"This gives us time to simultaneously attack the vaults of Regina's castle. We have word that she'll be checking the underground tunnels tomorrow morning which means the blood lock is undone and we'll be able to subdue her in the tunnels with the aid of Ash and Emma before moving through – "

"And Peter," Evie interjected. The many heads around the table shot to the doorway where the two of them were standing. "Peter has magic too."

"Pan," Graham said in surprise, but reining it in quickly, crossing the rom and taking his arm in a warrior's handshake. "It's great to have you back."

"It's great to be back," Pan answered with a grin. "And I'm happy to help in any way you need me."

"We'll be taking you up on that," Graham warned.

"I'm all yours," Pan answered, taking a soft questioning glance to Evie. She squeezed his hand in assurance before letting it go and leaving the room.

"Can you send Emma and Ash in in about half an hour?" Graham's voice flew after her.

"Alright!" she called back. Seeking out her best friend and her daughter, Evie found them sitting in Emma's room, chatting excitedly whilst Killian braided Ash's hair.

"Do I even want to know where you learnt how to do that?" Evie raised her eyebrow at Killian as her daughter's hair was knotted at the base of her neck.

"I taught him," Emma answered sheepishly. "I erm, I used to need someone to redo my hair after we'd, erm…"

"God, you two were insatiable even as teenagers," Evie rolled her eyes and sat down next to Emma.

"How's dad?" Ash asked.

"He's good," Evie answered, forcing the blush that threatened her cheeks to remain in its place. "I'd feared that maybe Circe had broken him…but I should never have felt that. He's stronger than that."

"He issss – what-is-that?!" Emma was looking down at her hand in astonishment. Ash climbed over despite Killian's protestations to take a glance even as Evie tried to hide her hand.

"Did he – did you…" Ash was speechless as she looked up at her mother before a wide infectious grin spread across her face. She continued at a high-pitched squeal with barely contained glee, "You're getting married?!"

Evie nodded and the room erupted into squeals of delight. Killian jumped backwards off the bed to avoid the giggling young women there, but he too had a wide smile upon his face. He wasn't Peter Pan's biggest fan. After all that he'd done to Evie in the past…

But he'd come back. And she was happy. And truly, that was all that mattered.

Emma and Ash were fawning over the simple ring that was on Evie's finger. Pan had dug it out from his untouched bag that was stuffed with all of his clothes, behind a chair that Evie had refused to touch whilst he was gone. Apparently every time he'd asked her previously, whilst Evie had thought he was joking, had actually been serious, and he'd had it just in case.

For once in her life, it was impossible to keep the smile from her face.

xxx

Ash and Emma were nervously pacing the corridor. Having seen the power they could wield, Graham revealed in the afternoon's meeting that they were setting off on their mission before dawn the next morning, a fact which no one was relishing in.

They'd been ordered to get a good night's sleep but sleep was the furthest thing from their minds. Magical anticipation buzzed throughout their bodies and it was only a few minutes before Peter and Graham came out of the meeting room, closely followed by Killian. The men split, Emma following Killian and Ash following her father.

"Dad," she started, walking side by side with him, she seemed hesitant as she continued, "Why did it take so long for you and mom to get it together?"

Pan seemed unsure of how to answer her question. It had been quite a while in her mind, in theirs, just over five years.

"Evie and I…we didn't get off to a great start." And that was putting it in the lightest way possible.

"What do you mean?" Ash furrowed her brow.

"I mean…" Peter groaned inwardly. "I wasn't a nice person when I met your mother; relationships are complex Ash." This was a conversation she needed to have with Evie. Peter would just shut himself off and refuse to talk. He wasn't positive Evie wouldn't either, but she was the more likely of the two of them to discuss things.

"You're telling me," she sighed under her breath, but not soft enough that Pan didn't hear her. His eyes widened as he continued.

"Excuse me?" he feigned deafness. "Am I right in assuming then that my daughter is in fact involved with someone?"

"Er…" Evie looked away sheepishly. "Gotta go! Nice talking to you, Dad!" And she was gone without another word.

"Women," Peter sighed, rolling his eyes and heading off at a leisurely pace. But as he followed the way to Evie's room, a soft cough came from one of the rooms on his way. Poking his head through the open door, he saw a woman who looked disconcertingly familiar lying, sickly, upon the mattress.

"I'm sorry," she croaked, "Could you…" She raised her arm weakly to point at the chair by the door where a glass of water was sitting. Peter, of course, despite the uneasiness in his stomach, picked it up and took it to her.

"Of course," he responded, leaning down to her and having to help her take small sips before putting it aside. "So, not meaning to be rude, but who are you?"

"Undine," the blonde woman answered, trying to push herself upwards onto her pillows. Peter fluffed them up behind her, helping her to lean back. "I came to help but, I fear I haven't been very much."

"You're quite ill."

"Dying, in fact," Undine answered, her blue eyes ever so slightly dulled. Pan couldn't help but think they were familiar. "I came here to help the resistance take down Circe."

And upon hearing that link; that was when Pan's hand flew to her throat.

"Not you again," he hissed, his eyes darkening. Circe was here! Still playing tricks with him and tormenting him. She could try and change her appearance all she wanted but she was still the same person underneath –

"Peter, no!" Evie came running in the moment she saw what was going on and tried to wrench Pan away from Undine. But despite his inherent strength a minute ago, Evie pulling him away seemed to render him confused and unstable for a moment and he let himself be dragged away. The woman herself was rubbing at her neck profusely before slumping back into her pillows wearily.

"I'm sorry for what my sister did to you," she apologized in a tired voice. "I'm so, so sorry…"

"It's not your duty to apologise for her wrongs, Undine," Evie answered for Pan who was still looking from Evie to Undine in wild-eyed confusion. Evie watched as the darkness faded from his eyes, kissing his forehead lightly and pulling back.

"She's on our side, Peter. We're bringing down Circe – I promise."

"You do?"

"I do," Evie answered, before giving Undine an apologetic look. Undine merely gave her a 'we-need-to-talk' look in response and Evie nodded almost imperceptibly. What about? She had no idea. But Undine never spoke without purpose.

So Evie took Peter's head and guided him to bed where he climbed under the blankets and waited for her to get ready patiently. With her hair undone and nightgown slipped on, she climbed in next to him, feeling him sweep her into his arms tightly. Tucked under his chin, Evie felt warm and safe. But there was a tingling in her spine that promised her it wasn't going to last forever. Tomorrow was the invasion. Tomorrow was Circe's take down.

And when she felt Pan's muscles relaxing, his grip easing and breath deepening, Evie slipped from their bed and into her shoes, wrapping a thick shawl about her shoulders. Heading back down the corridor, she pushed Undine's door open slightly.

Her candle was still alight, but the woman waiting for her seemed to be lying upon death's door.

"You wanted to talk?" Evie asked as she shut the door quickly.

"I did," Undine croaked. "It's about Circe."

"What matter is she now?" Evie answered. "Tomorrow she'll be dead."

"That's the thing," Undine answered breathily. "See, I don't want her to die."

"Your actions say differently."

"That's not true," Undine said before coughing loudly, "Everything I've done has led up to this moment."

"So why am I here?"

"Evie, please," Undine pleaded with the frowning girl. "I need you to save her."