AU: In which Peter, Wendy, and several others work at the Daily Mirror in Storybrooke.

pt.2 Pan, Felix, and Tink's relationship

Pan went to Granny's after the disaster. Three drinks in and he could just barely remember Wendy Darling's forest-green eyes and the despicable way she went at him. But no amount of alcohol could help Pan forget just how the little fluttering wench had humiliated him on his turf. A mistake he had the burning urge to fix then and there.

As if his thoughts were being injected through the dinner, a body jumped into the seat beside him, motioning for two more drinks.

"Took you long enough." Pan scoffed as he downed the other drink.

Felix sighed and studied his drink. "Just cleaning up your mess."

Pan eyed his friend. It wasn't like him to complain. "You alright?"

Felix shook his head. "I hate the night life. Gives me headaches."

"Headaches." Pan said more to himself but consciously enough for Felix to hear. "How frequent are they? Have you been screwing around with your meds?"

Felix chuckled humorlessly. "Relax," he said as he grabbed his drink. "I'm not heading for another breakdown. Just got a little too excited when that little bird took you on. You forget, there's not much excitement in good ole Storybrooke these days."

Pan nearly choked on the burning scotch. "Hold up a damn second. There was no "taking on"."

"That's not what I heard!"

The boys turned as a tall blond in black jeans and a black shirt that fell off her right shoulder breeze her way to the bar.

Pan lifted his shot in a mocking cheer. "Tink Le'Belle, disgracing me with your presence I see."

Tink gave him a judging look before slipping in between him and Felix, bumping Peter into the next seat with her hip so that she could get the stool he was occupying. "You don't exactly add appeal to the atmosphere either Pan-CAKE." She grabbed the drink from his hand and downed it before he could protest.

Pan just hissed and order three more rounds. He and Tink clashed too terribly often, but still managed to stay on friendly grounds. Tink worked at Storybrooke's only music store which had recently upgraded to add a café lounge for the "creatively inspired". It had created an interesting rivalry with Granny Lucas which Tink was more than willing to give the details on, which is how the sassy pixie became an under the table member of the paper. She knew how to get dirt on the unfortunate subjects of his stories. She had her limitations of course, refusing to get involved when someone she cared about was at risk for negative publicity, but still had yet to let Pan down. Not to mention the best cappuccinos Pan would gladly give up alcohol for.

"Word from the pipeline is that there's a new intern on the paper." Her gaze was directed on Pan who hoped that staring down at the bar would make her look elsewhere. "AND that she just about beat your ass. What was her name again? Jackie? Beatrice? No, it was something unpleasantly cute…or should I say darling…"

Pan turned away in disgust. "You need to get off that rumor wagon once in a while little moth, it's not good for your health."

Tink frown. "I heard she hit you with a binder."

"It was a book!" he chugged another shot down with a scowl.

Felix winced. It felt like something was pressing into his skull. Like a knife.

Or a wedge of metal.

"What was her name anyway?"

"Wendy fucking Darling. Oh she is going to get what's coming for her."

As Tink and Pan ordered a light snack to soothe the bite of the alcohol, Felix was trying to fight off the searing headache building in the back of his brain.

"And she's still living and breathing?" Tink gasped dramatically. "You must be losing your fire Pancake."

Felix's grip on his untouched drink began to weaken. The dimmed lights were suddenly too bright.

Pan poked the pixie of a girl. "Don't ever accuse me of losing anything little moth, or one day you're going to wake up-"

The sound of breaking glass interrupted the friend-enemies banter. They turned just in time to watch Felix hit the ground.

"Felix!" Tink screamed. She scrabbled beside him, immediately supporting his head as he danced around of the floor.

Pan went to his opposite side, ordering an ambulance as he situated his friend's head on Tink's lap. "Felix. Can you hear me Felix?"

Saliva began to trickle down his mouth and Pan stuck his thumb in his mouth deep enough to open his mouth.

Tink was barely staying calm above him, her hands shaking just as bad as Felix was. Pan's harsh voice brought her out of her daze.

"Start counting Tink." he said, pointing to the clock above the bar. "Add a minute and count." Tink nodded and began to count the agonizingly long seconds.

Pan leaned down more so that he was close to Felix's ear. "Come back to me Felix. Let go. Come back. Forget them Felix. Forget them all. Just come back."

By some miracle Felix had stopped twitching and the sound of sirens began to echo through the restaurant.

"Good job Felix. Just hang on a little longer." He picked himself up and touched Tink on the shoulder. "How long Tink?"

Tink swallowed hard before answering. "Three minutes five seconds."

Pan shook his head. "Not good but not bad either. Step aside, let the medics get him."

Tink was very hesitant to let go of Felix, but Pan managed to coax her away for him long enough to let them strap him on a gurney and cart him into the ambulance which thankfully they allowed her to ride in.

As soon as they were gone, Pan made a beeline to Felix's apartment.

/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/0/

Per Pan's suspicion, it was revealed Felix had a seizure brought on from extensively skipping his medicine schedule and stress.

Tink gave Pan a dark look when Dr. Whale mentioned the last part. He knew that he would be in hot water the next few days but his only focus right now was his best friend.

"We're going to keep him overnight." Whale said. "You two should go soon, get some rest. Five minutes."

They nodded and waited until the doctor left before approaching Felix's room. The poor guy looked like an absolute mess with his rustled hair and wrinkled hospital gown, but somehow managed a weak smile.

"So which one of you pissed your pants first?"

Pan threw Felix's overnight bag on the floor and took the chair beside his bed. "That was you and you only my friend."

Tink tucked herself to Felix's side. "You should have told us the headaches were back."

He turned away from her. "I'm trying to look after myself for now on."

Tink looked at Pan for answers but he only shook his head.

"You should go home Tink." Felix suggested. "You have to open the café in the morning and need your eight hours all at once."

She punched her with feather-like strength on the shoulder, picked up her purse, and kissed him on the cheek before bidding the two goodnight.

As soon as she was gone, Pan rustled through Felix's bag and brought out an old Polaroid. "Thought you might need a trip down memory lane."

Felix frowned at the camera in his hands. "I hope you're not trying to make me work while I'm on my sick bead."

"It crossed my mind only once I swear."

Felix rolled the camera in his hands, a very distant, pensive expression on his face.

"We had just graduated high school and you and your parents went to celebrate at some restaurant outside of Storybrooke. It had rained like a bitch that day."

Felix froze. Now he remembered and he really wished he couldn't.

"They died Felix. You suffered a severe concussion and stayed in a coma for a two weeks."

"You didn't leave my side." He said hoarsely. "Even when nurse Ratchet tried to throw you out."

Pan snorted at the nickname they had given the overbearing nurse. "I became a pro at scaling walls that year."

"But the camera?" Felix inquired.

"You were pretty screwed when you woke up. I gave you the camera to help you look at things differently, to help you forget." He watched Felix intently. "And then you joined the paper and became a photographer."

Felix didn't say anything for a long time. Four years had passed since the accident. Four years of struggling to remember. Of trying to forget. Of taking pictures. Of waking up with headache after headache. In the midst of all the gaps, only Peter stood out. He had helped him heal over and over again. He had introduced him to Tink. He had sat with him through each mental breakdown and told him honestly when his photos were crap.

Felix opened the back of the camera and checked the film. "You're a real asshole Peter Pan."

Pan scoffed. "But you wouldn't want shit to do with me if I wasn't."

"True." He blew some of the dust off the film and then the lense. the glass reflected one of the many mementos from the accident: a long scar that stretched down his face. he hardly realized he had it anymore, even when strangers on the street stared at it. It was part of him, like Peter was.

He chuckled; the price he endured for friendship. "So what are your plans for Wendy Darling?"

Pan's smirk vanished and he could feel his blood begin to boil again. "You want another brush with death camera boy?"

He laughed. "I remember enough before blacking out to know that you want to show her who's boss." Felix leaned in slightly. "I'm in, but you have to swear that you won't hurt her. The law is only just barely on your side."

Pan rolled his eyes. Precautions weren't really his thing. A new thrill entered him at the thought of getting vengeance on that insolent little bird. A very dark thrill.

"What are you going to do?"

Pan took the camera from Felix's hands and pointed it at Felix. "I may have an idea or two."

Click!