Tinkerbell was in a state of disbelief. Not only was the group– consisting of a prince and princess, a savior (who also happened to be the product of True Love), an ex-evil queen (with whom she had history with), and a pirate (one-handed at that)– planning on attacking Pan head on to get Henry back, they planned on using Reyna to do so. Tink didn't know the girl all that well, she, like Pan, had a jealousy streak, but she knew Pan better than most, save Hook, the Lost Boys, and Reyna.
She knew that taking the girl was an obliteration mission. Suicide didn't cover it, the whole get-Henry-and-defeat-Pan was suicide, kidnapping the girl was a whole other level of stupidity. No one would be able to identify their bodies afterwards. She may have been beginning to regret agreeing to work with them.
She listened silently, her back against a rock, as they decided how to do it. Hook seemed miserable the whole time, nonchalantly trying to get them to abort. Abort! Abandon Ship! But they weren't having it.
As no one seemed to grasp that Reyna was practically under lock and key– if she wasn't with Pan himself then she had a whole guard of Lost Boys– and since they didn't know her schedule, they were leaving catching her up to chance, much like the rest of their plan to get Henry and get off the island. They decided that if they wanted to catch her, they would send out a search party during the night, while the other group got some sleep, allowing for scouting, hunting, and searching all-in-one.
Tinkerbell shook her head; no, she was regretting even thinking of betraying Pan's trust. He was too dangerous, too powerful, and this unorganized group of five didn't stand a chance against the villain that was Peter Pan.
The almost kiss fiasco had happened the previous week and Reyna felt more isolated than ever. She was glad to find Pan's tramp really was gone, though she had no right to feel jealous (not that she was– she was), but that was the only good thing to come from that night.
She and Felix (his face swollen and distorted, a deep angry red cut going across his nose and cheek in a diagonal line, and that wasn't even the beginning of his injuries) seemed to come to a silent agreement to avoid each other, Felix not risking Pan's wrath (or hers) and she wanted to build up her trust, something that would take time, and as long as the bruises were on her face, she couldn't even begin. Most of the boys seemed to be extra careful around her, much to her dismay, not wanting to anger Pan.
Pan. She couldn't figure him out. Sometimes she would receive the cold shoulder, and others he would stare wistfully at her. She tried to stay away from him completely. How could she face him after that (almost) kiss. She shouldn't have run, she had wanted to kiss him. That scared her. Maybe she was getting Stockholm syndrome. Or maybe she was just a masochist.
It was on the seventh day after what she termed the 'day that everything went sideways', a new Lost Boy was forcefully dragged into the camp, clawing at Slightly and Felix to let him go. He was shouting about not being lost, at having a family, but it was his outfit that caught her attention.
He was dressed like a pirate. Not only that, but the insignia on the collar told her that it was from the Jolly Roger. Anger flared within her. Of course her brother had moved on, how silly of her to think that family held a candle to his revenge plot.
She shook off the negative thoughts, watching with rapt attention as Pan welcomed the boy, the new recruit's face utterly terrified. She smiled softly when his eyes landed on her, and suddenly she saw a shift in emotions. He was scared for her.
When Pan released the boy, telling him to get acquainted with the others, she quickly stood up, intercepting him before he could get far. She greeted him, introducing herself without second thought. She could feel eyes on her, but she ignored the urge to look up.
The boy smiled kindly, fear still evident in his hazel eyes, introducing himself as Baelfire. She recognized the name, a name Milah often used when talking about her son. The pieces fell into place as to why her brother had taken the boy in.
She once again shook her head, not wanting to go down that path. She offered the boy another smile, knowing they would be friends. He didn't know to avoid her yet, and she was going to exploit that.
Henry not hearing the pipes was a definite setback. Henry had just asked what was special about the pipes when Felix entered the clearing, Reyna hot on his tail. Felix looked particularly angry, while Reyna looked slightly dazed. Pan quickly excuse himself, making his way towards the pair.
"What? I know that look, what happened?" Felix looked down towards Reyna for a second, who was staring at Pan tensely, her face guilty. "Baelfire. I'm afraid he got away."
Pan felt his anger ignite dangerously, suddenly realizing the reason behind Reyna's expression. "And why didn't you get him back?"
"I tried. I followed his trail and found two of our sentries knocked out. By a sleeping spell."
Pan smirked. "So father and son have been reunited."
"Should we move the boy?"
"Where's your sense of adventure Felix? We can't stop the party, not when the fun is just beginning."
Felix nodded, and Pan looked towards Reyna, who avoided his gaze. Taking it as a dismissal, Felix left, leaving the couple alone in the center of the clearing.
"Will you be refusing to help me with this new addition to the game?" Pan spoke first, eyeing her without emotion. He wouldn't force her to help him, but he was going to keep her from stopping him. Reyna met his stare, self-hatred and guilt filling her eyes.
"Things are different now. Nothing is going to stop me from helping you, until my last dying breath," she vowed, her tone full of determination. She took a step forward, placing her palm on the side of his face. "I love you, and I will betray every last person if it means you come out of this alive." She stood on her toes, pressing her lips roughly against his, portraying all her emotions for him in that one simple connection. She pulled away, looking up into his eyes, her own suddenly bright. "How about I go talk you up to Henry, and you can finalize some plans on getting Neal and the Dark One?" she suggested, not wanting to be a part of it.
She watched as the weeks ticked by, the hope slowly fading from Bae, but as planned they had become friends, much to Pan's displeasure. Some of the other Boys had warmed back up to her upon seeing that Pan made no effort to stop Bae, but she had yet to get Felix to talk to her, even though she had worked past the incident herself. Pan seemed pissier than usual, though she still tried to stay away from him. He put more and more work onto Bae's shoulders, and seemed to always have a job or errand for him to run whenever he was about to talk to her.
It was why she showed (gave) him her cave. The small, hollowed out tunnel, large enough to house a person and give them somewhere to relax. They spent all their free time there, talking and drawing, sparring and playing, just living.
It was there, after Baelfire had been on the island for three months (Reyna for six), that the plan was formed. She was going to get her friend off the island, even if it meant ruining her newly rekindled (semi)friendship with Pan.
"Pan is too powerful. The only way to beat him is if you are willing to die. Which I am." Rumplestiltskin informed his son. His son didn't reply immediately, a faraway look in his eyes as he contemplated his answer.
He turned towards Rumple, leaning in a little closer, eyes darting around. "What if I told you there was another way?" Rumple looked confused as Neal thrust a spear into his hands, before turning and walking into the forest, expecting his father to follow. Rumple hurried to catch up, allowing Neal to navigate them through the forest.
Neal guided them to the shore line, walking along it as he searched for the right spot. "So what exactly is your plan?" the Dark One asked, fed up with the silence they had been walking in. Neal, coming to a stop, turned to look at him, taking the quiver from his shoulder. "You know how if you hold a shell up to your ear you can hear the ocean? With certain shells, the ocean can hear you."
He crouched down and lifted up a large conch shell that rest in the dark moist sand, looking up into Rumple skeptical face as he brought the opening to his mouth, blowing into it, causing a loud siren like noise to sound.
"Why would we need the ocean to hear us?" Neal, not stopping the noise, pointed out at the water, causing Rumple to look out at what was appearing. "What have you done, Bae?" he asked just as a giant squid broke surface, moving towards them.
"Give me the spear," Neal commanded, taking it before heaving it up and on to his shoulder, pulling back, and sending it flying towards the large sea monster. It struck the beast, and using the rope attached, they pulled the now dead creature towards the shore.
"A squid?"
" That's right. Hopefully you know how to extract ink from one of these bad boys."
"Squid ink. So this is your plan?"
"It can immobilize the most magical of creatures. At least for a little while. Even Pan."
"I have some experiences with it. But how do you know about it?"
Ignoring the question, Neal gestured towards the dead fish. "Can you get it out?"
"Indeed," Rumple said looking at the water before back at Neal. "But how do you plan on getting close enough to actually use it?"
Neal sighed. "I don't need to get close," he picked up the cross bow, "All I need is one clean shot to get Henry back."
"Well, leave that to me." Rumple moved forward, wading into the water to be able to get the ink, pausing when Neal spoke behind him.
"A friend. An ally the first time I was on the island. I picked up a few tips and tricks."
Pan was a lot happier when Reyna had stopped spending time with Baelfire. She had come to their clearing (as he called it after that night when he had almost kissed the girl he loved her), on the verge of tears, saying that they had a fight. They had been rebuilding their 'friendship'– it would become more if he had anything to say about it– and most of the boys were still wary of her, all of which worked out in his favor. Still, he hadn't been happy with Bae, knowing how sad it made Reyna to not have the boy's company.
He was returning from a prisoner's cage, and had been walking through the forest back to camp. He liked walking nowadays, enjoying the scenery that had changed from the dark overgrown shrubs to a wide variety of colorful plants.
"Pan!" he heard shouted off to his left, recognizing the voice anywhere (not just because she was the only girl he saw and heard from on a daily basis). He looked up, seeing her making her way towards him, a bright look on her face. As she got closer, he took notice that her eyes were hardened and devoid of emotion. She was hiding something.
"What can I do for you, love?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Her nose wrinkled at the endearment. "We should go to the clearing," she said with a bright smile, "you know, with the tree, and the uh- plants?" Pan couldn't help but laugh at her description. "I know which one you're talking about, but they all have plants, you know. Neverland is mostly jungle."
She chuckled, sounding uncomfortable. After that, they walked the rest of the way in silence, one with a slight charge to it. Once there, he turned to ask, "Any particular reason you wanted to come here?"
She looked scared now, and turned to look him in the eyes, sadness filling her violet orbs. "Do you remember what happ- almost happened three months ago?" Pan nodded slowly, unsure of where she was going with this. "Was it a heat of the moment thing, or a long-term thing?" she asked biting her lip and finding her feet interesting, shifting anxiously.
Pan didn't hesitate. "If by long-term, you mean it would have meant something, then that would be my answer." He wasn't looking towards her, that was as close as he would ever come to admitting he had feelings for something, someone, her, only (and always) her.
He looked up at her when she sighed, seeing her eyes, which had been looking at the sky expectantly, were now filled with determination. She stepped forward, and for a second he saw fleeting pain on her face, but it was gone before he could be sure. Slowly placing shaky hands on either side of his face, she stood on her toes as she pulled his face towards hers.
He was surprised, to say the least, but moved willingly, having waited a long time for this moment. Their lips met softly, her lips moving unsurely, awkwardly against his before they quickly got associated with each other. They moved in sync, soft but passionately, and Pan never wanted it to end. She suddenly stepped away, tears welling in her eyes, a sob forcing its way out of her.
He looked confused, and reached out, stepping forward at the same time, only to find himself immobilized. Looking down, he saw his body glowing purple. His stare darkened as he turned his eyes on her.
Tears ran down her face as she didn't look at him, choosing instead to stare at the forest. "Squid's. Ink?" Pan questioned slowly, his words laced with anger.
She nodded, her eyes suddenly boring into his. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she cried, "but he needed to leave. You would have stopped him." She wiped a hand across her face and nose, stepping forward. "I hope you can forgive me, but I won't hold my breath, wouldn't want to die. I know I deserve the pain I'm going to get after this."
She stepped forwards, standing on the tips of her toes once more pressing her lips fully to his. He could taste her tears on her lips, refusing (his resolve very thin) to react to her. She pulled away, only pain, sadness, and self-loathing in her expression and eyes. He mustered up his best glare, sending it her way. "I really am sorry," she muttered dejectedly before running from the clearing to get her friend off the island.
It was just as the ink wore off that he felt the alarm in his mind telling him that his shadow and Baelfire had left the island. That wasn't even the worst of it. He felt as the Captain's boat entered into his jurisdiction once more. He teleported away.
She held a bag full of fruits and other plants over her shoulder, deep in her thoughts as she was walking back to camp from the far side of the island.
She was having mixed feeling about hearing that Neal was back. He had been her friend, but her allegiance had ultimately changed. She had meant every word she said to Peter, and fully intended to prove it to him, knowing she would be treading on thin ice after their last encounter with Neal. She almost, almost, felt bad when she found out that Henry was Neal's son. However, she couldn't bring herself to feel bad for what they were doing. Maybe years at Peter's side had made her darkness shine, made her cunning and sadistic. She was still kinder than she could have been, an accomplishment in her eyes.
Peter. She was worried about him, knowing they were low on time. She knew they would succeed, Peter Pan never fails after all, but she just wished it could be over and done with. She knew they were close to cracking Henry, she could see it, a slight change in his eyes and behavior. No one had ever held up against Peter's mind trick– except for herself (well, maybe not so much).
She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. She had come a long way with Peter, but with Baelfire on the island, she knew her relationship would be under pressure, not that either of the two would throw in the towel, but she knew that tensions were running high and arguments were going to become worse and worse. She sighed to herself. Why couldn't Bae stay dead and his reincarnation, so to speak, stay out of the way. She shook her head. Life had been going to well for too long. Karma's a bitch.
Baelfire stood on the beach, worried that the plan wouldn't work, that something would happen to Reyna. There was a breaking of a twig behind, making him jump. "It's just me," Reyna's voice filtered toward him, breaking at the end.
He spun around, seeing her walking out of the trees, her eyes red and puffy, tears falling from her eyes. "Are…Are you sure about this?"
She looked at him, giving him a sad smile, "It's already done, there is no going back for me."
He nodded, though he didn't like it. She gave a stifled sob before walking towards him and pulling him into her arms. "I'm going to get you home. You will get a life, live for me, please… Neal." She tried out the new name she had decided for him, it had been her favorite.
She released him, wiping her eyes before turning away and putting her thumb and forefinger in her mouth, creating a high pitched whistle.
"I will, I promise. I love you, Reyna." She smiled, a broken, watery smile.
She kissed his head, another sob escaping her as the wind shifted, notifying her of the shadows appearance. "I love you, Neal," she whispered into his hair, before pulling away, looking into the yellow eyes of the shadow. "Pan's orders: take Baelfire back to the other realm. Don't disappoint." She said it all in a cold voice full of authority.
It was odd to see Pan's shadow taking requests from someone other than Pan himself, but it seemed that like the rest of Neverland, the shadow was affected by her presence as well. The shadow nodded, dove down, grabbed 'Neal', and flew off, taking him away from Neverland, hopefully forever.
She knew something was wrong when she was just outside of camp and she didn't hear the whooping and hollering of the boys. She moved faster, slight panic running through her. They couldn't lose Henry, Peter needed him, and she couldn't lose one of the boys, or worst case scenario, Peter.
She walked into the clearing to find the boys unconscious in multiple positions around camp. Confused, her eyes darted around in search of Henry. It was as she searched for the brunette that her eyes were drawn to the glowing purple at the center, a stone forming in her throat.
"Peter!" she called towards the frozen figure in the center.
His head turned towards her, annoyance evident on his face. "They got him! We have to get him back. Father and son teamed up against me, using squid ink. Wonder where they got that one," he spat bitterly, glaring towards her.
She grimaced, knowing it was the anger speaking, but it still hurt. "You know we'll get him back, the prophecy alone will pin them against each other; the game just gets more fun, as you would say it," she managed to keep her voice even.
Peter's eyes seemed to soften, the anger still there but no longer directed towards her. "How long has it been effective?" she asked, eyeing the purple aura surrounding him. "It shouldn't last much longer," he answered, not really answering her question. She nodded anyways, dropping the bag to the floor and walking towards him.
She really felt bad, knowing that it was she who gave Neal all the information to trick Peter. "How did he do it?" she asked as she walked around the fire, raising an eyebrow. "He didn't coat the tip," he stated, glaring towards the forest, through which, she assumed, Neal either escaped or came in through.
She stopped next to him, threading her fingers through his outstretched hand, even if his hand couldn't close around her own. She smiled softly, looking up to his green eyes, a storm of emotions brewing within them.
"It will work out, we always win," she murmured, stepping forward, standing on her toes until her lips hovered over his. She pressed her lips to his, feeling the magic pulsate around them before a hand constricted around her own, another coming to her waist to guide her forwards. They sat like this for who knows how long, until finally she couldn't breathe. Pulling away, she rested her forehead against Peter's chest, speaking in between pants. "Let's go get Henry back."
The toddler giggled as she ran through the courtyard at the heart of the king's castle. "Can't catch me!" she laughed as she jumped and played, waiting for her older brother to catch her. Liam pretended to be unable to catch the 4 year-old, finding great amusement in hearing his little sister laugh and play, happy for what must have been the first time in awhile.
The young girl was more perceptive than anyone he had ever seen, and the bright innocence in her eyes was quickly taken from her because of this particular trait. Considering she had two brothers in the navy and their father had left just after her birth (and their mother's death), she was always exposed to the horrors of the real world, and her heightened senses and mind only added to the problems.
Since they were always in and out of missions, she had had many different care takers, sometimes even joining them at seas, and her childhood had been stripped away by the strict rules required by the confines of the castle walls. She was always being responsible, becoming independent at an age that was much too young (two and a half) and always reading and learning, never having time for fun and play.
Today was different. He had managed to talk her out of their quarters for the day, since he and Killian would be leaving for a classified mission the next morning.
Unlike Killian, who thought of the girl as nothing more than a nuisance and a reminder of their father, Liam loved the young girl more than anything else, wishing her the best of lives, something he strived for in everything he did.
While he knew that Reyna was not naive enough to believe he couldn't catch her, he was relieved that she was trying, for his sake, to have fun and act as a normal child should. Wrapping his arms around her torso, he pulled her up, making her giggle and smile as he turned the small girl in his arms. "Got you," he said with a wide smile, mirrored on his little sibling's face. She giggled once more, throwing her arms around his shoulders and legs wrapping as best they can around his torso– not very well, she had short legs. "Of course you caught me Liam!" she exclaimed as though he had told her the most obvious thing in the world (which he kind of had). He laughed, moving to place her on the ground once more.
It seemed as he did so, the happiness washed from her features, and she was staring up at him with wide, violet eyes that no one could deny. What haunted Liam was the borderline lifeless look in them. He wanted to change that. No one deserved what she had gone through, and definitely not at her age.
"You're really going to go, then? Off on this mission to an unknown land? Not even question the king's motives? What if this isn't what he said it was or it is some form of trap?" she rattled off questions one by one, not pausing to allow him to answer; only looking up expectantly when she finished.
He sighed, kneeling down to look her in the eyes. "Yes, Killian and I will be setting sail tomorrow, leaving you with the maids within the castle. It may be unknown, but who better to chart uncharted territory then the best captain on the seven seas? And the king has never led us astray before, I trust he knows what he's doing."
She searched his face, before looking him dead in the eye. "I don't have a good feeling about this trip. Someone is going to not make it back, I know it. Do be careful, Liam. Remember your promise to me, you'll always come back."
He had brushed off the warning. She may have been insightful, but seers, they didn't exist. There was no way she could know the future, she was just trying to convince him to stay. He still smiled, stating "I promise, I will always be there for you. I will return."
She smiled, her eyes guarded and worried. But, she dropped the subject, instead changing it, forcing a smile onto her face. "Let's go find some swords; you said you'd teach me."
He should have listened. Heeded her warning. Had he known what he was getting into, that the four-year-old had been right all along, he would have left the kingdom straight away.
Liam didn't keep his promise. He didn't come back. She didn't cry, or break as Killian did (she was surprised he had come back for her, she knew what she would lose before hand). He sentenced her to hell by not listening. He broke his promise, when she needed him most, he wouldn't be there, ever again. Who was to blame?
Peter Pan.
Neal had been running through the forest, Henry slung over his shoulder. He couldn't be in the same vicinity as his papa anymore, and he needed to find Emma– and a way off this island. He had been walking for nearly half an hour, remembering the passage ways like he was only in Neverland yesterday, not decades ago.
He wandered into a clearing that made his heart beat pick up. Off to one side, an area was cleared in a way that resembled a bed, and at the center was the perfect spot for a fire, the ashes blocked off by small rocks. Carefully laying Henry on the forest floor, Neal crouched over the pit, feeling that it was still cooling, only put out an hour or two earlier (if that).
"Emma," he whispered quietly to himself, his stomach fluttering at realizing he was so close to her. He laughed to himself. They would be reunited.
"You were so close to finding her," a voice with a barely distinguishable British accent sounded behind him. He jumped to his feet, surprised by the girl's voice. It sounded just as he remembered. As he spun to face her, he saw that she looked exactly the same, if not healthier, glowing. Her blue-violet eyes regarded him, a small smile on her face.
"Reyna," he breathed slowly, surprised that she was still here after all these years. Her smile grew, but the sadness was evident. "You've grown up," she stated obviously, "You're looking good, Neal."
He couldn't help the smile that came to his face, not at all suspicious. "Wh-What are you doing here? Last I saw, you wanted to leave this place. And yeah I grew up, had a son. You don't look a day older, happier maybe," he said shocked, rambling slightly, naming his own observations, a bright smile on his face as he mentioned his son, pointing down at Henry's unconscious body.
Her smile grew for a second at the sight of his happiness, only to fade at the mention of her own– don't get her wrong, she loved Peter, but that did not make her happy about betraying her friend. What she said next confused Neal for about ten seconds.
"You shouldn't have come back Neal. You promised," she mentally added 'Why does everyone break their promises?' Neal's eyebrows scrunched together "What do you-"
"You disappoint me, Bae. I thought I taught you better," Pan had entered the clearing, along with the other Lost Boys, a devilish smirk on his face as he came to a stop next to Reyna, "Never break in somewhere unless you know the way out."
Neal looked dumbfounded between Reyna and Pan, all the while scanning his surroundings for a break in the boys' ranks. "I'll remember that for next time," he mumbled, watching as Felix moved over Henry, hoisting him onto his shoulders.
"Oh, there isn't going to be a next time. But don't blame yourself." "Your father could have protected you out here," Reyna continued for him, the speech flowing seamlessly between the two. "But then who would have protected Henry from him?" Pan finished off looking towards Henry with a fake thoughtful expression.
Neal jaw was tight as he watched Felix take Henry farther from his reach. Pan couldn't resist taunting him further. "Talk about a rock and a hard place." Neal got closer to Pan's face, who had stepped several steps in front of Reyna while he was talking to put himself between the old friends. "I will get my son back, no matter what it takes."
Pan looked both annoyed and smug. "You're not getting it. That's not the problem. You got him I got him back." "It's the game," Reyna piped up with a quiet laugh. "Not my point. The real problem for you is there is no escaping Neverland; no one gets off this island. Without. My. Permission."
It was Neal's turn to look smug. "I've done it before," he said. Pan's face was mocking, "Did you?" he said with false wonder and thought. The doubt and confusion, but also a sudden fear, was expressed on Neal's face. "Look where you are now. It's like you never left."
Neal's eyes flickered to Reyna, who was studiously avoiding his eyes, before looking back at the immortal in front of him. "Are you saying you let me go?"
While Pan knew that was the farthest from the truth he could get, his emotions were well hidden. Baelfire had escaped without his permission the first time, though he had the second best thing, Reyna's. Though he wasn't happy about it at the time, it had proved beneficial to lose him at the point in time, instead of later as Pan had intended.
Nevertheless, he had to insert as much doubt into the man as possible. Carefully wording his answer to not actually answer Bae's question, Pan replied with a smirk, "I'm saying everyone is where I want them to be."
Neal looked at him in disbelief, but there was self-doubt in his eyes, he knew how clever and maniacal Pan was, so it wasn't a stretch to think that he had orchestrated the whole thing, manipulated them all. He was obviously still doing so with Reyna.
A groan caught their attention as they all turned towards Henry, who was just beginning to wake up.
"Something to chew on," Pan paused, allowing his words to sink in, "You know where to take him."
Several Lost Boys came forward, grabbing Neal's arms and pulling him backwards. He began struggling uselessly, his shouts starting a few seconds later. "Henry!" "Don't worry, it won't be for very long," Reyna said. "I'm alive! Reyna!" "Just until I reset the board, the game is about to change," Pan finished as though Neal wasn't shouting. "I will save you both! I will come for you guys! I promise!" Baelfire's screams slowly faded out, and the Lost Boys filed out, some with the Felix and Henry, others with their newest prisoner, until all that remained was Reyna and Pan.
"He'll save you, will he?" Pan asked with a smirk. She stared at the spot Neal had disappeared from for a second longer, making Pan scowl, before rolling her eyes with a quiet chuckle. "Over your dead body." Peter got a satisfied, arrogant look to his face, as he pulled her to him, his smile like a shark's. "That's right, love. You're mine," he told her possessively, just before capturing her lips for a passionate snogging.
Funny how well a small child could hold so much resentment and hatred. Even at age 4– she had been at sea for only a few months– she hated Peter Pan with every fibre of her being. He had taken her brother from her, making her younger older brother more bitter and hostile (who knew that was even possible). She was numb, no longer able to feel anything. She was 25 pounds of Pan-loathing, all bottled up into a 32 inch tall body (small for her age).
It seemed, tragically, that this event brought the unfriendly siblings closer. While it was far from a healthy relationship, they seemed to agree on one thing: Peter Pan would pay for what he did to their brother. The arguing was at an all time high, they had never been used to the other's company. The sad part was that this was better than it had ever been. It was better because they could suffer through the other's presence.
She was overworked by the man, underfed as well. She didn't bother fighting it; it would have been no use. He was stronger and faster, and she had been on the receiving side of one of his beatings when he got in a mood. If it weren't for the burning need to get revenge, she would have taken her own life, or her brother would have for her.
Pan had gotten one hell of an enemy in the little girl, who would come to be powerful, in her own way. Odd how the fates work in mystical ways.
It had been after nearly 10 years that she came to terms that Pan wasn't to blame. She knew her brother's stories of the boy– unlike her brother, that was all he was to her, a boy only years older that her– by heart by then, and had come to formulate her own opinions of him. He may be cold-hearted and unloving, but it seemed, to her, he was nothing more than a lost boy, much like the name he had given to his 'friends'– coincidence? She sure didn't think so. While she was still filled with disdain and anger, it was directed towards her blood, her parents and siblings.
Why did her father show his true colors then, leaving her to suffer. Why hadn't she been good enough? Liam broke his promises, he had left her to lead this life. He, always there for her previous to his death, had gone back on his word and now she wasn't the same. Then there was Killian. He was the worst of them all. And since that day he had saved her from drowning, Peter Pan had sealed both their destinies.