I am a little desperate for prompts of some kind, I can't think of anything to write for new stories, especially Snowing, so if you have any, don't hesitate to send them. Please send feedback and I hope you enjoy! This chapter is set during 3x07, Dark Hollow. I'm sorry it's so boring, but this will be the last chapter that is almost directly canon.

Disclaimer: for those saying I should post more Snowing, I will, I definitely will, I just wanted to delve into a couple of other ships, but I promise I still ship Snowing. I love many different ships and I want to write for the ones I love, sometimes that may be other ships than what you want. Also, this is a SnowQueen story. I respect David and I love him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to idolize him and make Snow look bad. Ok sorry, to the story!

David was mad at me, I was mad at David, Regina's left us and teamed up with Gold. Hook, Emma, and Neal are all in a messed up third wheel, and we still haven't saved Henry. I'm not sure I still have hope.

Emma, Neal, and Hook are in the Dark Hollow trying to find Pan's shadow, all while David and I were left to simmer in our anger.

After leaving Echo Cave for a moment, I had gone back in before David told me he couldn't leave the island. I love him, he just isn't the only one. Even if I did choose Regina, I don't think I could ever leave him here alone. Regardless, I want to be anywhere but alone with him.

We both tried avoiding the other, but it wasn't effective in the slightest. In a polite gesture, he offered me water from his canteen. I pushed his extended arm away from me and continued on.

"Mary Margaret, don't you think we should talk about this?"

"You really want to unpack this baggage we've been carrying with us?"

"Yes, if it means I know what's going on."

"What is there to know," I mumbled.

"That your in love with the same stepmom who cursed us all for twenty eight years without knowing our child? I just want to know where we stand in all this," he insisted.

"You want to know where you stand? In Neverland, a place where a rogue teenager hears all and has our grandson held captive. This isn't the time to talk about this right now."

"This is most certainly the time to talk about this, when will we ever talk about this, danger threatens Storybrooke every ten minutes, it seems."

"Fine. We can talk," I gave in,"I don't know what I'm doing. What am I supposed to do when I'm in love with two people? I don't want to sort any of this out now."

"You might have to; I'm stuck here, remember?" I groaned.

"Speaking of which, what are we gonna do? I refuse to leave you here, even if I do choose Regina, I will not leave your side. Even if it's just as a friend."

"You know I wouldn't be able to look at you like a friend, after all we've been through."

"Well, you might have to." I brushed past him and navigated through the forest.

"I think her treehouse, hut, whatever, is over here," I directed. He frustratedly sighed and followed behind me. He expected me to decide right now, but I kinda deserve it. I got myself into this horrible mess, now I can fix it to the best of my abilities.

I understood that someone would end up hurt, but I had to follow Echo Cave's rules, and if I didn't, Neal wouldn't be here, helping us all off the island. I didn't want to hurt anyone and in a perfect world, this would never have happened, but it did. It did happen and I need to do what I want, without hurting anyone else. I didn't need David to tell me that this all was a mistake and that I'm hurting him beyond repair.

I took off my steaming hot jacket and chucked it into a nearby bush; I wouldn't need it anyway. I swept my matted hair out of my eyes and in front of us stood Tink's treehouse. We only had to wait a few minutes for her to show up.

"I was wondering when you'd show up again. I told you, I'm not helping until you have a way off the island."

"We do," David cut in,"or we're about to."

"About to? I want some proof first." As if on cue, Emma, Neal, and Hook emerged from the shrubbery.

"Is this proof enough," Neal asked, holding up a coconut fastened closed with pieces of twine.

"Bae? Is that you?"

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Neal now." She nodded and turned back to us.

"We'll use his shadow to leave," I piped up.

"I should be able to help you now." I glanced over at Emma, who was trying not to grin. Neverland has been taking it's toll on her, especially without Henry, and this is one of the only pieces of good news she's gotten since arriving. Now with our escape plan set out, we can get Henry back.

Tink led us inside her treehouse and we all sat down around a table.

"So what're we going to do," Emma asked. Tink grinned slyly.

"Well…" she started.

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It all went smoothly. Regina skillfully put the boys to sleep, We raided their camp, and Pan wasn't even there, neither was Henry.

"Help," a voice called from somewhere, small and innocent. Emma ran to find it while we kept looking for Pan or Henry in the field of sleeping children. Neal and Gold followed, and we were left to wander.

"Where the hell could they be? This is their camp," Regina asked, displeasure tainting her voice.

"I don't know," David said a little too forcibly. I rolled my eyes and met back in the centre.

Emma, Neal and Rumple came back through the foliage, with a girl following behind, her hair tangled and messy, bags under her eyes, and a tired smile.

"Who's this," I asked.

"This is Wendy. She was a very good friend of mine," Neal answered. The girl waved and sat down on a log in front of the dying fire.

"Since you've been on the island, have you seen my son? His name's Henry," Neal added.

"You have a son? I don't think I've seen him."

"Has Pan said anything about his heart? The Heart of The Truest Believer," Emma questioned.

"I'm sorry. He's never mentioned anything about a heart," she replied again.

"She's lying," Gold growled. He walked towards her dangerously.

"I've heard enough lies in my life to recognize the burden, she knows where Henry is." He was now being held back by David and Neal.

"Is that true," Neal asked. Regina looked at her skeptically.

"You don't understand," she started.

"You're helping Pan?" I cut in.

"He's keeping John and Michael alive, only if I do as he says."

"Trust me, whatever he's promised, he will go back in his word.

"And why should I trust a man who abandoned his own son," she asked.

"Because your brothers did," Regina muttered,"they trusted a woman named Belle. They helped her get this…box, so we can defeat Pan."

"They're okay," she clarified.

"For now," Rumple warned,"and only if we succeed."

"Wendy, we will save John and Michael, but right now, I really need your help. Please."

"Pan told Henry that he needs his heart to save magic. It's a lie. He needs it to save himself,"she confessed.

"What do you mean," Hook asked.

"Pan's dying. He needs the Heart of The Truest Believer to absorb all the magic in Neverland. Once he does, he will be immortal."

"What happens to Henry," I interrogated.

"It's a trade. When Pan lives, Henry will die." Emma stood up from her log and was deep in thought. We needed to set aside all our problems and find him, for Henry's sake.

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We all split up. Mary Margaret and Tink were looking after the Lost Boys at their camp, David and Hook were retrieving their magic water, and the rest of us were paddling in our rowboat to Skull Rock. I wasn't exactly fond of taking the boat, but I wouldn't admit I was afraid to get in and just let my pride take over.

Once we landed, I could feel the pull of the heavy magic tugging at me. Emma got out first and immediately sped to the staircase to the higher level of the rock. A force field stopped her and sent her flying backwards.

"Are you okay," Neal asked, offering her a hand.

"I'm alright," she muttered. "What is this?"

"It's a protection spell. Pan cast it," Gold clarified.

"There has to be a way to break it" I insisted. I conjured up a fireball and hurtled it at the force field. It broke out into a fire all around us.

"Careful with that," Neal scolded. I rolled my eyes.

"Try all you want, but Pan's magic is too powerful, at least for you," Gold said, pointing at me. He stepped in front of me and passed through with ease.

"Wha…" I started.

"How did you do that," Emma questioned.

"The spell was designed to keep anyone who possesses a shadow from entering."

"And you don't have one. You were telling the truth, about ripping your shadow off." Neal spoke.

"And Pan knows it. "That's why he cast this spell. This isn't about keeping you out. It's about drawing me in. He knows I wouldn't hesitate to do what I came here to do."

"You really did come here to save Henry," Neal muttered to himself.

"I gave you my trust with that box. Now I need you to give it back." Neal took it out of his pockets to hand to him, but I knocked it out of his hands.

"Hey," he protested. I walked up to Gold.

"You better come through, Gold, or I'll make whatever Pan has planned for you look like child's play. You understand me?"

"Well, a simple 'good luck' would've sufficed," he retorted, before leaving us to wait for their return. I prayed that he was strong enough to face whatever demons plagued his mind.

I paced back and forth as the fear that afflicted me ate away at my already seeking darkness. Surely Henry will be already, he was a clever boy, he would listen to us. But Pan is smart too, he's a master of manipulation, deceit, and pretends it's all for magic, hope, and faith. She raised him better than to give in to the darkness that baited him, even if that darkness was covered in sugar and happiness and the hope for something better.

"What are we going to do now," I asked. I was still pacing, and my mind thought about both Henry and Mary Margaret.

"What about the spell that my father used to rip off his shadow," he suggested.

"If I knew how to do that, I already would've."

"The moon," Emma said. Truly that Charming family was getting crazier by the minute. We all looked up to see the full, white moon shining it's reflected light onto the water in front of us.

"The moon," I repeated, intrigued.

"The moon is what causes our shadows, right? What if there was a way to block it out, using magic."

"What, you mean like an eclipse, is that even possible," Neal wondered.

"Possibly," I said, lost in thought.

"So?"

"I need help," I admitted.

"With magic?"

"It requires a lot," I mentioned. "I guess we're about to find out how much those lessons I gave you paid off. Follow my lead." I raised my hands from my sides and pointed them to the moon. She mirrored me and and our hands began to shake with the power. We both glared at the sky in concentration as a shadow overtook the moon.

"Quick," I instructed, and we all ran up the stairs, just in time to see Gold missing and Henry holding his own heart, casting golden streaks of light on the walls.

"Henry, stop!" Henry looked towards Neal.

"Dad," he whispered. "You're alive?"

"I am, buddy. And I need you to listen to me. Pan is lying to you."

"Pleasure to see you too, Baelfire," Pan spoke with a bite coating his words. "Not to mention the Saviour, the Evil Queen."

"Henry," Emma said sternly,"you need to get away from him now, he's trying to hurt you."

"No. The Heart of The Truest Believer, it's what's going to save magic, it's going to save all of you," he insisted. Tears came to my eyes without warning, but I forced them back. I didn't want to see Henry like this, blind to the sociopathic manipulation from Pan. It was heart-wrenching.

"No, it's not. This was never about magic, Henry. You have to believe us. He only person Pan's interested in saving is himself."

"That's not true," he shouted.

"Yes it is," Neal contended. "Pan can't live without you dying, if you give him your heart, it'll kill you. Pan turned towards my son and whispered.

"They're trying to stem your belief, Henry. Don't let them. Remember, every hero gets tested." Henry looked between us and Pan, facing the biggest dilemma any child should never have to face. He was strong though, I believed in him.

"Henry," Emma said. "I know what being a hero looks like, and this isn't it."

"Why would they lie," he asked Pan skeptically.

"Because that's what adults do, Henry. You know that better than anyone."

"Henry," I interjected,"you have to believe us." It was painful, seeing him contemplate everything he was taught about being a hero, stopped by some dying teenager.

"Your parents don't care about Neverland," Pan argued. "They know if you give your heart to save us, then you'll have to stay." He worked himself around Henry and put his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. He wasn't his mother. Only I got to do that. "They don't want to lose you."

"Henry, you have to trust me," Emma said quietly.

"Trust," Pan yelled. "I'm the only one who's ever been honest with you. The only one who ever believed in you." I wanted to tear his body apart at his words, limb from limb. I have always believed in Henry and will never stop until my last dying breath.

"This is your choice," Pan insisted.

"We believe in you, Henry," Neal protested.

"Because we love you," Emma said.

"More than anything," I finished. He looked between us, clearly deciding his own fate.

"I love you too," he spoke, "…but I have to save magic. I'm sorry." We all ran towards him as he turned towards Pan.

"No," we all shouted, but it was too late. Henry drew his last breath as his pure heart was plunged deep into the monsters chest. A wave of green magic threw us to the ground. It was over. He decided, and he didn't choose us. What have we done to deserve this.