She was curled in Felix's hammock, bawling her eyes out. She loathed how weak she was. She shouldn't have let him get to her or said the things that she did. Felix had tried to get her attention, but she wasn't in the mood.
She hadn't left Felix's bed for who knows how long. The other boys had tried to get her out, but it was useless. Pan had listened though, she hadn't seen him around. The one time she had the guts to ask Felix, when he was forcing sustenance down her throat, all she had gotten was an 'I don't know, haven't seen him.' She had cried more times than she could count, surprising her that she had that much liquid in her body.
She looked and smelled like shit (she actually didn't), that much she knew, but she couldn't be motivated to do anything about it. She knew that it was silly, the way she was acting. So her boyfriend broke up with her. That was no reason to go off the deep end. But it was more than that. She felt like she had lost her heart, like she had lost half of her. As dramatic as it sounded, she felt like she was dying (in a way she was. Only Peter, her Peter, could save her).
Pan wasn't faring well (that was an understatement). While he was trying his hardest to abide by her wishes, really he was, his selfish desires were never far from his thoughts. The only balance was the torment he got because the rest of his thoughts were consumed by her. He hated himself for letting her walk away, for not being able to put himself aside for her.
He was studiously avoiding camp, not wanting to make it harder for her. Was it hard for her? After all he had said, he would not be surprised if she was celebrating. He, on the other hand, couldn't sleep or eat. Neverland had lost her color, becoming a dreary grey. He spent most of his time at their clearing or in Hangman's Tree, the place that he had been planning on renovating to better fit her needs, a project which was now unnecessary. He replaced his hammock with a bed, something Reyna had always complained about, but he couldn't sleep in it, not with half of it left unoccupied.
He was struggling with himself, and while he knew it was out of character, something about Reyna made him want to change– not drastically, but then again, any change for Pan was drastic. He had, now that he had lost her, a lot of time to mull things over. He knew, he had for a long time, that he loved her, but he had never had feelings for anyone, and he (though he wouldn't admit it) was scared. He wanted her to be happy, but he was also sure that he wouldn't be satisfied unless she was happy with him. A part of him wanted to give into his darker side, take her, and inform her that she was his. But he knew that it was wrong and had it been anyone else, he would have gone through it. He needed her like he needed air.
He hadn't even bothered with the Truest Believer, his prisoners, or the pirates. He felt empty.
She was sitting across from her parents at the diner, sullenly eating a grilled cheese and fries (that was a meal that didn't sound familiar, or appetizing, at all. Snow and David had assured her that she liked them, but she wasn't so sure, even while she was eating it). Her parents were whispering about something across from her, but she chose to ignore it.
She looked up at the sound of the bell on the door. Walking towards them with a sickly sweet smile was Regina, who she had been informed was the mayor of the small town, which she was told was called Storybrooke. "Charmings," she greeted as she stopped at the end of the table, her eyes locking onto Reyna. The other two nodded in response, looking uneasily toward the sixteen-year-old as well.
Reyna simply raised an eyebrow, her face emotionless as she stared at Regina. Regina caved first. "I just came to check on you, dear. It can't be easy without any memories of your family." Reyna twitched at her words, but otherwise remained unaffected. "Yes, well. I'm as good as can be expected," she replied in an unattached tone. Regina nodded with a false look of sympathy. "Of course, dear. I just wish there was something I could do about it." Reyna's lip curled upwards in a mocking smirk, reminding her company of Pan. "I'm sure you do, Regina. Pity, isn't it?"
Regina's eyes widened at the implications. It was almost like Reyna was just acting, baiting her into admitting that this was her fault. The sarcasm in Reyna's tone showed that she was not as trusting of them as she had seemed. It took longer than it should to school her features, morphing them into a polite, if not slightly tight, smile. "Of course it is," she replied simply. "Oh, and I wanted to tell you, Charmings, that I will have the project done by this afternoon. Just a few more details," she stated, giving Snow and David a hard stare that made them quickly catch on.
She sat in the plush chair behind the sheriff's desk, her feet resting on it as she waited for Emma as instructed by Mary-Margaret. She was flipping through one of the files that had been on top– the name Tamara addressing the tab, looking at all the papers and notes– a pen twirling between her fingers as she began speaking, without looking up, to the blond behind bars.
"Why were they so keen to have you detained at His Majesty's pleasure, kid?" While the boy looked her age, she didn't think sir would fit, and since she didn't know his name.
He ignored the fact that her voice was different, her old accent renewed. In a rather childish manner, something Reyna brought out in him, he grumbled, "I'm not a kid."
She snorted, looking up at him and clicking the pen once or twice to keep her hands moving. "Well you sure aren't duffer, so what else shall I call you, hmmm? Got a name by chance?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. The boy rolled his eyes, though when he spoke, he forced his voice to remain indifferent (it wasn't hard, he didn't like seeing Reyna so unlike herself).
"Felix."
"Lovely, Felix. I'm Reyna. There, we are no longer strangers. So, what are you locked up for?"
Felix couldn't help the way his lips twitched up. That sounded more like the old Reyna. "A bunch of self-righteous heroes felt threatened."
"They can't put you in prison because of that. And that doesn't really answer my question."
"Those people are lying to you," he said, changing the subject.
"I'm well aware. But as I have no better leads to my missing life, I'll stay where I am." Her eyes narrowed, what did he know?
"As cunning as ever, glad to see they couldn't take that from you."
"We knew each other?" she asked in surprise. Felix shrugged, knowing that he wasn't to interfere too much. Slamming the folder shut, she was up and against the cell in a blink of an eye. "You can't do that to me," she snapped, "What do you know?" Felix shook his head, making Reyna scowl. "If I get you out of here, would you be more inclined to share?" she asked, her eyes alight with mischief. Felix seemed slightly interested, leaning forwards in the metal chair, though his eyes narrowed. "And how would you do that?"
"Most of the people I met my first day, Emma and my parents in particular, seem scared to not do as I say. I' m sure I can get you out on account of good behavior. If all else fails, I'm sure I could steal the key, or just pick the lock."
Felix shrugged. "If you can hold up your end, I will be more than willing. But the citizens of this disgusting town won't want me walking free; they'll do anything to lock me up again."
Reyna sighed. "The other boys that came with have a place to stay, five of them even found families," Felix glared at this, "You couldn't have been that bad."
Felix rolled his eyes, "Those people out there would beg to differ." She glared. "Does this have something to do with Peter, or Pan, or whatever the hell the bloke's name is?" Felix looked slightly caught off guard. "What did they tell you?" Reyna smirked, "Nothing, but I got my answer, thanks." Felix frowned, having played into her hands. "Well, which is the boy's name?" Felix chuckled, unsure of how to tell her. "His name is Peter Pan. Most people call him Pan, but a few select people called him Peter."
Reyna caught on to his tone, thinking hard about the fact that the boy had introduced himself with his first name. In a quiet voice, she asked, "I'm one of those people, aren't I?"Felix looked at her, scrutinizing her. Slowly, he nodded. She turned, sinking back into the chair, returning to her previous position. She pulled out the second file– this one was hefty and said the name Leroy– and began flipping through it, the room becoming silent.
"Is there some sort of knife around here?" Felix asked, breaking the silence. Reyna mutely rummaged through some drawers, her hand closing around a pocket knife. "Catch," she called, tossing it overhand through the bars, not even questioning why he needed it. He caught it, before popping out the blade and cutting off a piece of the wood from the bed in the corner. She glanced up once then began to focus back on the file.
She wasn't interrupted again, making it through almost all the files in the desk file cabinet and the ones sitting on top. She noticed that at one point the handwriting changed, become more hurried but also curvier. However, an hour after she had been sitting there, right around two o'clock, the door opened and Emma came in with a coffee in hand.
"Oh, Reyna… I didn't know you were here."
Reyna closed the file, placing it carefully back in the newly alphabetized drawer, nodding all the while. "Mum told me to wait for you here; she and dad apparently had business with Mr. Gold and Regina." Emma just nodded, looking tense. Her eyes flickered towards Felix, who was staring dully at the floor. "Had she told me I would have come earlier." Reyna shrugged. "It's fine."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence. "Was there something you wanted to do?" Emma asked slowly. Reyna just looked at her. "Was there anything that I was particularly fond of while I lived here?" Emma wasn't sure how to answer. "There isn't much to do around here, we could go by the library, you liked to read," she lied, not actually knowing. She knew that Gold would be angry about allowing Reyna near Belle, but she was more concerned about her being near Felix, considering the close relations with Pan. Reyna nodded, standing up and stretching.
"Bye, Felix," she said with a wave, following a tense Emma from the police department. She heard as Felix began to whistle, a song at made her stop in her tracks, her head pounding as she tried to place where she had heard such a tune. Felix smirked at her reaction; hopefully she would be back to her old self in no time.
She walked into the library, ducking under Emma's arm, walking briskly past a somewhat surprised Belle and into the maze of shelves.
"That's the girl? The one Rum is scared of?" Belle asked, knowing that Rumple wouldn't approve of her word choice. Emma, who had been staring after Reyna, turned to face Belle with a nod. "I guess so, but she isn't much of a threat without her memories."
Belle nodded. "Are you sure? From what I understand, they may have been True Loves, the most powerful magic of all."
Emma snorted. "You never met the evil bastard. No way he could love anything but himself." Despite her words, Emma didn't actually believe them. Even while Henry was about to die, or was dying, she saw the way Pan looked at Reyna and vice versa, it was how Charming and Snow looked at one another.
Belle shook her head sadly. "That's what many thought about Rum, some of us can look past the beast," she said, speaking from experience. Belle decided to change the subject. "So, what made you decide to come here? Was there something I could help you with?" Emma responded with a negative. "No, just wanted to get her out of the sheriff's office, Regina should have some memories drawn up soon, we are just waiting it out now."
"How are you, honestly? It can't be easy losing your son like that, and then having to pretend you have a sister," Belle said observantly. Emma shrugged with a sigh. While she and Belle weren't that close, she appreciated having someone to talk to that wasn't her parents or her son. "I'm not sure, I have a weird feeling, and Henry isn't acting like himself. I can't help but think this is the calm before a storm."
Belle opened her mouth to reply, only to here a loud scream outside. Both she and Emma started towards the door, forgetting about the girl within the bookshelves.
Reyna, with a large book tucked under her arm, walked calmly to the front of the building to see what all the commotion was about.
Stepping out into the sunshine, she looked towards where the people were clustering, only to look into the clear sky as movement caught her attention. A black shape soared through the sky, glowing yellow eyes searching the ground beneath it. She walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the whispers as she got closer to Emma, her parents, Killian Jones (a blonde woman with a bun at his side), Regina, Henry, Neal (whom she had been introduced to at lunch) Mr. Gold, and Ms. French..
"How did it get out?" the blonde asked.
"I cannot be sure, but there are only two people who could control that shadow,"
Gold snarled, glaring at Reyna, who stared back unbothered.
"Pan and-" Emma abruptly stopped, realizing what she was about to say.
"But he's trapped in a box in the flo- in a secure location," Regina said, backtracking just as Emma had.
"Who else would be doing this?" Emma asked logically, assuming that Reyna wouldn't know how to control a shadow, though it was clear everyone else wasn't convinced.
"Let's go get the coconut, if it's on the loose, that is our best chance of capturing it," Neal said, leading the blonde and Hook away. Gold offered some excuse, spared Reyna one last glare, before dragging Belle off, making most of the crowd scatter, leaving only six at the crime scene, including Reyna.
"So Pan can still hurt me?" Henry asked worriedly, though Reyna wasn't convinced. She didn't let on.
"We don't know that," Regina said reassuringly.
"No, he's right. It isn't safe out in the open, not with Pan after Henry," David said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"You'll protect me, right?" Henry said pleadingly towards Regina, giving her puppy dog eyes. Reyna thought that it was overkill, definite acting. But, then again, acting was all about knowing your audience. Regina nodded furiously, pulling the shaking boy into her arms. "Of course, sweetheart. Pan won't be able to touch you."
Emma, seeming to be thinking along the same lines as Reyna (though Reyna was a few steps ahead), narrowed her eyes as she considered Henry's odd behavior. Henry caught Reyna's eyes over Regina's shoulder. He looked troubled and saddened as he looked at her, a mix of fury and affection mixing in his eyes as well.
Emma dismissed the pair, telling them something quietly away from the group. Reyna caught onto to some kind of transition between the two, Regina passing something from her pocket to Emma, who gave a minuscule nod. Curious, very curious.
She sat on the bench, a beautiful, intricately carved wooden bench, that Pan had gifted her on her birthday (she hadn't really wanted to celebrate, it wasn't like it was actually her birthday) just after they had gotten together. Pan sat beside her, her head resting on his shoulder and her feet bent over his lap, their hands intertwined on her knees, his other arm around her shoulder. They were having a pleasant conversation when Pan suddenly changed the topic.
"You know," he said quietly, almost insecure if she was judging right. He trailed off there, not offering anything more.
"Yes?" she asked, confused, though his face said that he wanted to leave that thought fragmented.
"Never mind," he mumbled, turning to stare up at the tree shading them, though since it was 'night' time, it simply blocked a portion of the stars. Her eyebrows knit together.
"You can tell me," she said earnestly. Pan just looked over at her, though he was staring at her left ear, clearly not wanting to meet her eyes
Clearing his throat, he seemed to consider his words carefully. "Well?" she asked when he hadn't answered after a long silence. He sighed, knowing he would have to answer and cursing his stupidity for bringing it up.
"Why… Why do you call me Pan?" he said slowly. She tilted her head to the side. "It's your name," she said as though it was obvious, which he supposed it was.
"Yes, but it's my last name."
It took her a few seconds to catch on. "Everyone calls you Pan; I thought you preferred to go by it." Pan, looking uncomfortable, shrugged. She smiled softly, he was cute when they were alone, more his real self. "Just my enemies and the Lost Boys," he informed her– because all the people he associated with, minus her, were one or the other. She couldn't help but laugh, earning a glare from Pan at her insensitivity.
"If you wanted me to call you Peter, all you had to do was say so." She could have sworn that Pa- Peter's face flushed slightly. Peter shook his head. "It was just a question, love." She still wrinkled her nose at the pet name, making him chuckle quietly. "Peter it is then," she said, otherwise ignoring his comment. He gave her a bright, genuine smile, and though it didn't last long, his happiness was infectious.
"Okay, close your eyes," he said, all the while coming up behind her and covering her eyes with one hand. She tried to push his hand away, but it was ineffective. She humored him, allowing him to guide her by their interlocked hands to whatever it was that he wanted to show her. They had reconciled their relationship a week earlier (more or less), and she couldn't deny him when he pulled her aside, his green eyes bright with excitement.
He helped her over branches and held the plants back from her, navigating her farther into the forest. She could tell by the silence that they were in a less inhabited area of Neverland, but she couldn't be sure where they were going. "Almost there," he murmured quietly, putting her thoughts into words. She could hear the smile in his voice. She huffed slightly annoyed, not sure why she couldn't open her eyes. He pulled her to a stop.
"Can I open them?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Not yet. Now follow me carefully," he said, (as though she had been the one to stop) pulling her hand once more. She allowed him to awkwardly help her down a ladder, struggling to do so blindly. He was patient, instead of simply letting her open her eyes.
"Now can I open them?" she asked when they were on a flat surface again.
Peter released her, and she heard him move around for a second before he answered. "Alright, now."
Her eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Peter standing in front of her, but she knew that wasn't what he wanted to show her, and her eyes widened slightly as she looked around the room.
If she thought about it, she could almost envision a hammock going across the room and a dresser on the far wall, right next to a door. The structure was the same, but the room looked completely different.
On one side there was a table, a few mismatched chairs pushed under it. On the other, an island counter, and a small kitchen-esque room, complete with a faucet and cabinets, and what appeared to be a fridge and oven, she couldn't be sure. Would any of those appliances work anyway? A door a few feet away from the table was a bathroom she presumed. In the back there was a door-less opening leading to another room. Seeing her gaze, Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her forwards, waving for her to go first.
She entered the second room, which hadn't been there before, a short laugh escaping her. At the center of the room was a large bed, an actual bed. It was simple, black and green sheets and blanket (as well as the fur one that he had given her a long while ago), but it was perfect, seeing as it wasn't a hammock. A table sat beside it, and a dresser was positioned across the room.
She felt a hand slip into her own. "Do you like it?" Peter asked. "You always complained about not having a bed, and I know you've spent quite some time in Felix's hammock." He sounded bitter at the end, and by the way he spat his right-hand man's name, he wasn't happy about that little fact. She ignored the last comment and grinned up at him with a laugh. "You really needed a bed." Peter just shrugged.
"I had never had a need for one," he said his eyes darting over to hers, and he almost looked uncertain. "I love it," she assured him, leaning into his side slightly.
She stared at the swan pendant in her hand, her head pounding painfully as though something was forcing its way into her skull. She concentrated on it, her face contorted, feeling like she recognized it, though a voice in the back of her head screamed in protest.
The pain soon became too much as she groaned, bringing both her hand to clutch her head, just as images began to flood her brain, feelings and memories rooting themselves to her brain, forcing themselves to control her.
Growing up in the Enchanted Forest under her mother and father, only to be sixteen when they announced another kid, a daughter. The curse flooding the windows as she held her mother's hand, hoping little baby Emma made it to safety. Then there were the false memories: living with Mary-Margaret (under the impression of a foster child) and being problematic, always in and out of the sheriff's office or Dr. Hopper's. She didn't have any friends at the school, and it seemed everyone avoided her, except Ruby, whom often got in trouble with her despite the age difference. Emma coming and breaking the curse, bringing back her memories and uniting her with her family, one that was considerably larger. Killian coming to Storybrooke and teaching her to sail after saving her life in the Enchanted Forest. Gold almost dying. Her mother killing Cora. Greg and Tamara abducting Henry. Rushing off to save her nephew in Neverland. Being kidnapped (and tortured and imprisoned) by Pan on the island, being held by a magical tree before being tossed into another by Pan after Regina took back Henry's heart. That was when she had lost her memories.
She stormed into the police department, Emma shouting for her to stop. She was fuming as she slammed open the door, shattering the glass. "Felix!" she exclaimed, making it to the cell where the stoic boy sat in the chair, his blue eyes meeting hers with surprise. She pulled a key out of nowhere, unlocking the cell and stepping inside, glaring daggers at him all the while.
He jumped out of his seat, backing away. He remembered when her temper had been worse than Pan's and he didn't need a repeat. It was clear that she didn't remember him yet, not really at least.
She picked up the discarded pocket knife, forcing him against the wall and holding the blade to his throat. "Why did you lie to me, jackass?" she hissed uncharacteristically, her accent still unusually heavy. Felix noticed that there was recognition in her eyes, but also a burning anger. He also noticed the burn mark of the palm of her hand that looked like a swan.
"Lie about what?" he asked, sounding bored, though his eyes would give him away if someone were to look close enough
"About how we knew each other! Or about Pan. I would never feel anything but hatred for that bloody demonic monster! You tried to make me doubt my family! No wonder you were locked up. You and all your damn Lost Boys deserve much worse. A shame I stood up for you at the docks."
The blade dug deeper into his flesh, drawing blood. Despite knowing that she wasn't herself, her words still hurt. They made his own temper rise, feeling a need to hurt the heroes for taking away his little sister. The cool blade was suddenly gone, only for her fist to connect with his jaw a second later, he only grunted (though she was probably the best fighter he knew next to Pan). Her fist came down again and again, and he could feel the blood begin to build up under his nose, which may or may not have been broken.
Emma, who had finally caught up, pulled the girl (kicking and screaming) from Felix's body. The blond sat up and wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes seeking out Reyna. She struggled against Emma's grasp, her eyes alight with hatred. "I'll kill him! I'll kill them! Fucking let me go, Emma!"
Felix couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine. He had seen Reyna react like this only once, and the only person who could get her to stop was Pan, which didn't seem like very good idea at the moment. She was in a murderous rage, and Felix was scared, which never happened.
Emma pried the knife from her hand, though it seemed to just make Reyna angrier. "I said to get the fuck off of me!" Reyna shrieked. The whole room shook, sending Emma off balance, but it didn't stop there. Emma flew backwards, hitting the file cabinet with a sickening crunch.
Reyna got to her feet, a bead of blood dripping from her hairline. Her eyes were no longer violet, but darkened to nearly black, and her hands shook violently. The lights flicked before going out, the bulbs shattering and causing glass to rain down on them. Papers swirled around them as a deadly wind picked up in the office, lamps and picture frames flying off and hitting the walls. The file cabinet that Emma had hit fell over and the files and papers on top scattered.
Felix, from his position on the floor, could see the savior pulling something out of her pocket and hitting a few buttons. She then put the odd box to her ear and began speaking. Over the sounds of howling wind, the shaking earth, and the police department being trashed, he could hear her shouting: "Regina!" though the rest he couldn't make out.
Slowly, despite the way his body throbbed, he began to get to his feet, needing to stop her. The ground shook uncontrollably, but Felix kept on. "Reyna! Stop this! You have to stop this!" he shouted towards her, "Calm down! Remember who you are! Reyna!" Her attention turned towards him, her eyes ignited with fire and malice, though tears swam in them as well. She started walking towards him, not once faltering despite the spasmodic floor.
"This is your fault!" she shouted with tears streaming down her face. Over her head, Felix could see Pan (still in Henry's body) entering the police department, only to be held back by the Evil Queen, who stared at Reyna with surprise and fear. "You fucking liar! After all you put me through!" she continued. Pan struggled against the witch's grasp, needing to get to Reyna. Felix pinned her hands to her side when she moved to attack him, wrapping one arm around her torso to better stop her from hurting him or herself. She fought with all the works; kicking and shouting, even head butting him in the face and elbowing him in the abdomen.
"Reyna. I'm not the enemy, it's Felix. Remember who I am, they gave you false memories-" She snarled. "You're lying again. They are my family." "Pan, he-" Her fight died slightly at the mention of the name, and the shaking slowed, but she wasn't finished yet. "That git means nothing to me, especially not after all he put me and Henry through."
Felix continued whispering in her ear even while she shouted insults at him and Pan. "Peter needs you, calm down before you get yourself killed. Please, we need you back, Reyna. He needs you, now more than ever." Her body slumped and relaxed, as the room stopped with a final tremor. She let out a sob before she collapsed, unconscious, completely, and had Felix not been holding her, she would have fallen to the floor.
Emma slowly got to her feet, the only light in the room streaming through the windows, and she moved to open them to better assess the damage. After a quick look– wince included– she turned on Regina, who had an emotionless looking Henry tucked protectively behind her. Emma took notice that Henry's eyes never wavered from the unconscious girl that was being tended to by Felix. Regina stood ramrod straight, unsettled by the display.
"What did you make her remember?" Emma hissed as she stopped next to the mayor. Regina turned to her with a glare. "I simply made her believe that the Charmings were her family," Regina told her venomously, not liking being accused. Emma didn't believe her. "And turned her into a killing machine. Until now, she showed no signs of magic. Did you give her that too?" Emma asked. Regina glared. "Of course not. I honestly considered putting her in a coma. If it weren't for Snow, she would be dead; right along with the other boys that helped hurt my son."
Emma met her harsh stare, not backing down. She still had her suspicions, and this display didn't help her. She looked towards Henry who was still watching Reyna and Felix like a hawk, his hands shaking slightly. What has gotten into him? She thought.
Pan wasn't happy with the citizens of Storybrooke, particularly the Evil Queen. He had felt the second his magic was tapped into, and knew immediately that Reyna was in trouble. What aggravated him most was being unable to do something about it without blowing his cover, which was critical to his plan. If it wouldn't endanger her, which it would, he would have destroyed the whole town to fix what had made her distressed. She didn't know how to properly use magic (except for a few basics), considering his adamant refusal to allow her near it.
He was working as fast as he could, especially with how stupidly easy it was to trick the people in the small town, but it seemed it wasn't fast enough for his Lost Girl. He had almost given his identity up, had it not been for the fact that it would benefit Reyna more for him to remain where he was, at least until a later date. He need to get her memories back, he needed her.
"Alright! Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty! Come on. Time to get up! Get ready for the day. I got breakfast for you," Felix called, entering the clearing where his hammock hung. He knelt down in front of her head, finding her glowering at him. Her hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes had purple bags from lack of sleep. He smirked, holding up the vegetarian dish for her to see. "And it's happy to see you," he said with amusement.
Reyna stared apathetically, not approving of his attempt to make a joke with the face made of fruits and vegetables and other Neverland ingredients. Felix sighed, hating seeing her act this way. It made him angry at Pan, and had he seen the immortal boy, he would have confronted him. "Come on, at least get up and eat, I need to get you some water."
It seemed that something finally snapped in her. "Gods, why can't you just leave me alone?" She sat up, and Felix just stared at her, allowing her to get it out. Rage was better than detachment in his eyes. "I know that it seems silly, but can you stop smothering me? Dammit! Answer me, Felix!" she shouted, getting to her feet the first time in a week.
Felix couldn't help the satisfaction of seeing her moving again. He kept quiet, knowing that it would evoke more emotion in her. He simply held out the plate, looking pointedly between her and the food. Her lip curled as she jerked the plate from his hands, tossing it behind her. She stormed forward, and in a move that he couldn't quite follow, she had taken his dagger and had it to his neck. "Just leave me the hell be, would you, brother dearest?" she hissed vehemently.
Felix just chuckled darkly. "Why so angry, little sis?"
Her eyes darkened. "One flick of my wrist, and I could slit your throat," she said threateningly.
"You wouldn't."
She smirked. "Try me."
He rolled his eyes. "You're all talk, no claws." She stared at him for a second, searching his face. And then, she started laughing hysterically. Felix's expression changed to confusion for a second before he cracked a small smile, barely noticeable. She leaned into him, laughing with her face reddening, tears in her eyes as she fought to breathe. Her grip on the knife loosened as she brought it to her side.
Felix's face fell as she collapsed, her whole face relaxing as she passed out. Felix cursed under his breath, picking her up into his arms, walking over to his hammock. He checked her over. Everything seemed fine, except for her racing heart, which was abnormally fast, like she had been sprinting a marathon.
He stood over her worriedly, only to jump nine feet in the air as she released a bloodcurdling scream, her whole face distorting with pain. Quickly regaining his wits, he moved over to her, pinning down her arms to prohibit her uncontrollable movements.
Thunder sounded, drawing another ear-splitting scream from her throat as she thrashed, tears running down her face. The wind picked up around them, swirling and dropping in temperature, whipping and nipping at Felix's skin. He could hear the sound of wood breaking, signaling trees falling. His eyes were wide, unsure what to do, and the only person who he thought could fix it was MIA. Her back arched as she cried out once again, and a large burst of energy sent Felix flying back. He struggled to get up as pain shot through his body, more specifically his arm. He grunted, before he saw movement across the clearing
Pan landed in the clearing, the wind blowing wildly around his head. He didn't pay any attention to his right-hand man, going straight to the writhing girl, who had almost complete control over Neverland's magic in that moment, which was quickly draining her life force.
"No, no, no," he muttered under his breath, grabbing one of her hands and clutching it as he fell to his knees beside her.
He had left his Thinking Tree the second he felt a shift in the magic levels, more precisely his magic. There was a chance that he wouldn't have bothered had he not known that Reyna was near the Lost Boy camp, which was the center of the force of magic. It was only as he flew closer that he realized she was the beacon of power, making him speed up with a new sense of urgency.
"Reyna," he said, placing a hand on the side of her face and turning it towards him, though she didn't open her eyes, which were clamped tightly. "Come on, love. Open your eyes, look at me, please. I can't lose you," he said quietly, and while the wind and thunder calmed slightly, they didn't cease. She whimpered slightly, trying to turn her head from his grasp.
"Felix, go check on the other boys, keep them preoccupied until we're finished here," Pan said in a deadly calm voice.
"But what about-"
"I said to go!" Pan shouted. Felix nodded jerkily, offering Reyna one more worried glance, before taking off to camp to calm his brothers.
He got to his feet, waving his hands over her body, magically assessing the damage. He felt his panic rise at the feeling of his magic killing her as she fought to control it. This was his fault. Her skin was paling fast, her whimpers and cries slowly dying with the rest of her, tears still streaming down her porcelain cheeks.
Gently wrapping his hands around her small wrists (which were thinner now then they had been in a long time), Pan closed his eyes and focused on the magic running rampant within her. He slowly but surely began to channel it back into himself, grunting from exertion as the magic fought to feed off of Reyna. He could feel the howling wind begin to settle, but he dared not lose focus, for one slip would surely kill her.
A wave of exhaustion crashed over him as all the magic was drained from Reyna, but he shoved it aside, leaning over the hammock. "Reyna," he murmured quietly, performing another diagnostic. While all the magic was gone, her vital signs were low, particularly her heart rate.
"No," he shouted as he felt her fading beyond his grasp. He collapsed to his knees beside her, turning her head towards him. "Please, I can't live without you," he said, just had her heart gave one last beat. He didn't even realize he was on the verge of tears as he brushed her hair from her face, pain running through his body. Not her, especially not when it was his fault. "Please," he whispered brokenly once more, feeling a sense of hopelessness creep over him.
A few tears escaped him as he leaned forward, planting one last kiss on her lips, which remained immobile. While he wouldn't admit it, he let out a strangled sob as he rested his forehead against her stomach, not ready to leave her corpse.
Unbeknownst to Pan, a surge of magic swept over the island, knocking everyone off their feet– at the same time, despite being across the island from one another, Tinkerbell and Felix both stood up with large eyes, muttering three words in shock: "True Loves' Kiss."
He clenched one of her cold hands in his own, terrified to let her go, when the hand weakly closed around his. "Pe-Pet….er?" He jumped up, shocked to see her eyes half-opened, her chest rising and falling once again, if not somewhat shallowly. "Reyna," he breathed in relief, practically pouncing on her, though he was careful to mind her state. "Wh-What are-"
She was cut off by his lips moving insistently against hers, a sudden, urgent need to feel her against him. She kissed him back, momentarily forgetting her troubles. He pulled away sooner than either would have liked, but she was getting light-headed, making it a necessity. He pulled her close, burying his head into her dark hair, breathing in her scent. "I'm so overjoyed you're alive, you're okay. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered in her ear, his tone relieved and pleading.
Unable to stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, moulding her body to his as she sobbed into his shoulder. He continued to mumble reassurances, his fingers lightly dragging through her locks, unbothered by the tangles or oil. "Don't leave me, okay?" she begged through her tears– she would be embarrassed later at how desperate and weak it sounded.
Pan tighten his arms around her, though his face showed his fear of the unknown. However, as long as he had Reyna, he didn't care. He had come to his understanding that he needed her, and while it was new to him, and it terrified the boy who had given up everything for immortality and youth, Reyna would be worth it, and he wouldn't give her up now that he had her (especially after almost losing her forever that day).
"O- Okay," he said shakily, not wanting to chance breaking this promise. "I love you," he thought, though he couldn't bring himself to say it, not yet.