A/N: Hey Team!

So, this took me ages to get out (at least, for me it did). But it's here! Thank you guys so much for reviewing I love you! This is the last chapter, but in twelve hours time, I will upload an Epilogue for you all to read. In the meantime, here's the final chapter.

Enjoy! xx


At the Beginning

Emma and Killian were both up early the next morning. The decorations for Henry's party were all sitting on the dining table, and when they both had their toast, they sat there, sorting through them slowly. Both of them were on edge but it didn't stop them from putting on a brave face when Henry came bounding down the stairs.

"Happy Birthday, Henry!" Emma said, picking him up with a wide smile and spinning him around, ignoring the impact on her back. Settling him onto her hip, Killian came over with a box in his hands.

"Happy Birthday, lad," he said handing over the box which, with the additional weight, required Emma to put Henry back down on the ground. He merely made his way to the breakfast table where he began to tear at the wrapping paper messily.

"I'm actually glad I didn't put too much effort into wrapping it," Killian murmured out of the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry," Emma, whispered back. "He's mainly interested in the present not the paper."

Emma was proved right when two seconds later, Henry's eye's widened to the size of tennis balls in excitement. Emma's expression followed suit when she realised what Killian had given her son.

"A sword?!" she hissed, giving him a glare that her mother would've been proud of. "You're giving my six year old son, a sword?"

"It's blunted, Swan," Killian said with a smile, "Relax."

"I swear, Killian Jones, if my son ends up a pirate…"

"Then I'm sure you'll love him just as much as you love this pirate," he grinned, before realising what he'd just said and turning away from her, not exactly regretting the slip. Henry's excited gasp followed him around the counter though, the boy leaping on him within a few seconds of discovering his present.

"Thank you, Killian!" he said, grinning at the man as he clutched his arms around his waist. Killian leant down, affectionately giving Henry a hug back.

"No worries, Henry," he answered. "And if you ever need any lessons, I won't deny I'm a little rusty, but I'm sure it's in these hands somewhere."

"Alright kid," Emma said, "It's my turn."

Henry ran back around the bench as Killian began making his coffee. Emma handed over a smaller package, but Henry was just as excited.

Inside the wrapping was a box. And inside the box was a delicately painted cottage with a figurine of Snow White sitting inside it. Henry simply looked up at Emma in awe as he held the delicate figurine.

"Mom?"

"There's a lot more to come, kiddo," she said, breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that he liked it. "I figured we could paint them together so that you can well, somewhat, rebuild the Enchanted Forest."

"Thank you Mom!" He bounded over to her and she swallowed him in the biggest hug she could muster.

"I love you, Henry."

"I love you too, Mom," he said as she kissed his forehead. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Emma's head jolted up, as did Killian's. Because it was six thirty in the morning on a Saturday, and who would be knocking at this godforsaken hour? Snow and David had keys.

And just as Emma was about to tell Henry to go to his room, not taking her eyes off the door, it was pushed open lightly, swinging in on its hinges. The boy in the doorway seemed to have pushed it only with his fingers because when he spotted them, he looked up with a wide smile.

"Doors in this realm really need to be magic proofed."

"Pan," Killian said darkly.

"Killian!" Peter answered brightly, swaggering into the room as though he owned the place. "Lovely to see you! Convenient too, that the two things I want most are within six feet of me."

Pan had a hidden gleefulness behind his steely eyes as he stared at Killian. And the pirate was reminded once again of why he hated Pan so desperately. "You eluded me once, Killian. Stole my Dreamshade and my bean before running away like a coward. All for your precious Milah. And where is she now?" Pan looked from Killian to Emma with a dark smile. "You were left by her, Killian. And you took the next best thing –"

"No –"

Peter waved his hand and Killian was frozen mid word.

"Killian!"

"Now, now Saviour," Peter said, stalking towards her predatorily. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."

Emma clutched Henry tighter to her body. He looked up at her worriedly, wondering why she was shaking. Something wasn't right, and even he could feel it. Killian had been affected by magic and it wasn't the good kind of magic that his Mom had. This was evil.

"I know who you are, Pan," Emma answered fiercely.

"Ooh, fire," Pan said, nodding appreciatively. "I like fire, I can see why he loves you."

"He doesn't."

Pan cocked his head, looking at her doubtfully. How he could see that within two minutes was beyond her when it had taken her weeks to even admit that she felt something for Killian.

"God, it would be hard to get under those walls," Pan mused. "Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood to psychoanalyse the Saviour. So we'll have to do this another time." He waved his hand once more, and Emma was frozen in place. The minute her limbs froze around Henry, he began to panic, struggling in the small prison before slipping out beneath them and backing away from Emma and Killian's stiff images.

"What have you done to them?"

Pan didn't bother answering, stepping forward until he had Henry right in front of him. He was staring the boy in the face, eyeing him darkly. "I'll never get you or your family to trust me, Henry. So, as much as I would love for you to have given me your heart willingly, you and I both know that that's an impossibility."

"What…but I…" Henry was looking backwards at his Mom and Killian who were frozen to the spot only metres away from him. He tried to run to them, but Pan stopped the boy in his tracks with the smallest amount of magic.

And he was quick. Spinning Henry around he gave him the ultimatum, the thought that he was threatening a child not even a dent in his conscience. Henry was the same age as Slightly and Nibs and Pan wouldn't even think of second guessing threatening them, so…

"You can give me your heart, Henry," Pan said, "Or I can kill your mother and her boyfriend."

And Henry wasn't old enough to fully understand a lot of things. But he understood love and he understood death. And he understood good and he knew of evil. So Pan smirked when he saw the resolution in the child's eyes and pulled Henry's hand into his own. Giving him the magic that he needed, Pan guided the boy's hand to his heart where, reaching through the skin, sinew, muscles and ribs, he grasped onto his heart and wrenched it from his body.

And as Pan leant down before Henry, in a cruel mockery of what it would be to receive a great honour from a king, the little boy's hand thrust his heart into Pan's chest. So as Pan rose, triumphant, Henry sank, unconscious to the wooden floor. And it wasn't until he reached the doorway that Pan glanced back, a sparkling gleam of golden power in his green eyes, and snapped his fingers, releasing Killian and Emma from his hold.

Emma screamed.

xxx

Baelfire was running. As fast and as hard as he could. He couldn't doubt Pan's ability to get information, because he would get it. He might have to torture, maim and kill dozens of people, but he would get it.

He was headed towards Granny's. Pan had said that all the visitors were there. And they were the people whose help he needed. They were the people who…

But he was halfway down Main Street when he saw them. Killian clutching Henry with a hand on his back and one beneath his knees. Emma running alongside them, holding back tears that threatened to flow as they rounded the corner, headed towards the hospital. Neal's breath caught in his throat as he redirected. Henry had looked so lifeless…no…Pan couldn't have gotten to him that quickly…

But as he followed Emma and Killian to where the emergency department was putting Henry into a bed and hauling him into tests to check what was wrong, a doctor was questioning Emma.

"…I tried magic but it didn't wake him up," Emma was almost hysterical. "His heart. He took his heart." The doctor nodded before taking his leave and Emma collapsed onto Killian. Her tears finally spilled. He tried to comfort her, but her tears merely soaked his shirt. "Some Saviour," she hiccupped. "I can't even save my own son."

"You will. You will, Emma," Killian tried to sooth her.

"It was Pan wasn't it?"

Killian and Emma spun around and upon seeing Neal, Killian grew livid but Emma couldn't feel anything towards him. Because Neal carried with him that same look of desperation that Emma felt, only beneath it was a fierce desire. A resolution. He was going to fix this.

"I'll be back," Neal nodded. "I will."

And as he turned to go, whilst Emma was speechless, Killian spoke quietly, "Bae…"

Neal turned around as Killian continued, his face unreadable, "Thank you."

He nodded. He left.

xxx

Pan was standing beside the Storybrooke well. He could feel it in his bones, the magic emanating from this point. And with the heart of the truest believer – the heart of Henry – fuelling the magic running through his veins, he felt invincible. Destroying Storybrooke would be like squashing a fly. And all those foolish people – Killian Jones, the Saviour – they would never bother him again.

"Pan."

Peter Pan groaned in annoyance as he heard Baelfire's voice behind him, but spinning around, he put on the act all over again.

"Glad you could make it, laddie," he welcomed. "Just in time for the grand finale, I see."

"Well, this is what I wanted all along. And I'm really, so, so thankful to you for doing this Pan."

"I didn't do it just for you, Bae."

"I know," Neal shrugged, "But still." He was waiting. Waiting for Pan to start building the magic so that he could take some of it and pull his son's heart back out of this…this demon's body. Weaken him… Stop this…

"We'd better get on with it then," Pan said with a malicious grin, rubbing his hands together before throwing them up to the sky in abandon.

Neal felt as though a sudden cold wind fled through the town. Each hair on his body stood on end as the electricity swirled in the clouds, pulling Pan's magic together in one massive force of destruction. The young man was drawing it in, his eyes shining with the overload of power and Neal didn't find it particularly hard to sneak up behind him, sliding his hand through the vertical descent of magic flowing into Pan and take some for his own. Pan didn't even notice, so drunk on the high that the magic was giving him.

Of course, he did notice when it abruptly cut off.

Spinning around, Pan saw the boy he'd always thought to be a weak coward standing there with the golden heart held in his palm. His eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he spoke.

"Is this a betrayal, Baelfire?"

"Actually, it's Neal," he commented, "And this is for my son."

He pulled out his gun.

xxx

"What of Pan?" Killian said, running alongside Neal as they sprinted up the hospital stairs, Henry's heart glowing brilliantly in Neal's hand.

"I gave Wendy a call after I shot him in the leg. Apparently…er…Rumplestiltskin's on the job with Pandora's Box." Neal and Killian shivered at the mention of their father and enemy respectively.

But the minute Neal saw Henry lying in that bed, he walked over to him, staring down at his motionless body. He gave one glance at Emma's hopeful face and back at his son's before pressing the heart into his Henry's chest. He was still for a moment.

And then he stirred.

"Mom," Henry moaned, before opening his eyes wide and fearfully. "What time is it?! Did you start the party without me?!"

And Emma couldn't help the laugh that bubbled to the surface as she threw her arms around her son's neck.

"Your mother and I are warning you, Henry. Don't ever give your heart away again," Killian warned in relief from the end of his bed.

"Why?" Henry frowned as he looked knowingly at the pirate. "You gave yours to my Mom."

Emma's eyes widened at Henry's observation but the little boy merely sighed, wincing painfully, "I know what you mean though. If an evil magician comes knocking on the door, don't give him my heart."

"You believe so deeply, Henry," Emma sighed.

"I guess it's 'cause you're the Saviour right?" he grinned.

"Actually," Emma hesitated before taking a deep breath. "It was…it was your Dad who saved you."

It was then that Henry's eyes zoned in on the other person in the room. It was that man from the other day. "You're my Dad?"

"In the flesh, Henry."

Emma hadn't realised Neal was still in the room. But the minute she saw him take a step out of the shadows, she knew she couldn't deny him this. He had proved himself to be there for Henry. As far as she was concerned, Baelfire…Neal…he'd chosen good over evil.

And that counted for something.

"He's a little bit like you, you know," Emma commented, pulling Killian away to let father and son have a moment. She threaded her arms around his waist as they watched the two of them speaking. Killian kissed her forehead lightly before realising what she'd just said. The pirate looked doubtfully from Bae to Emma before saying with a smirk.

"Let's not stretch it, Swan. I'm far more handsome."