Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading! Special thank you to sarah0406, MusicLover500, and Hildebrant for their reviews. Also, just as a quick note in reference to the previous chapter: Chris is indeed my version of Dracula. I figured since Dr. Whale (Frankenstein) made an appearance in OUAT, another horror character could as well.

Anyway, enjoy!

~ladykikyo1792

Chapter 3: A Shared History

"You know," Emma said, "I was hoping it would take you a little longer to get in trouble, and I definitely didn't think it would be for murder." The sheriff had figured that some of the Lost Boys would have a rough time adjusting to Storybrooke. They had lived so long without any rules but Pan's that suddenly having to follow them had been a big change. Emma had suspected for a while they'd end up committing a crime, especially Felix- though she thought it would be something like robbery, especially as the Lost Boys, and Peter's second in particular, had been used to taking what they wanted. Shaking her head, she snapped the handcuffs on Felix's wrists.

The boy laughed, "You think I did this?" He seemed to find the very notion ridiculous, much to Emma's annoyance.

"Well, yeah," she replied, glaring at him, "I mean, Mary Margaret walked in on you next to the body, plus you apparently knew exactly where it was-"

"He didn't do it," Wendy said softly. She was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Someone had wrapped a blanket wrapped around her, which she half-heartedly placed around her shoulders. Supposedly, it was for shock, but Wendy wasn't truly shocked by the body. Horrified, yes. Heartbroken, yes. But not shocked. She'd seen death before, and slit throats before. Though it hadn't been here.

Mary Margaret bent down, "It's okay, Wendy. You're safe now." She put her arm around Wendy, attempting to be comforting, but the young girl insisted, her voice clear and strong:

"It wasn't Felix." She looked Emma directly in the eyes, but the sheriff was quickly distracted:

"Swan! I came as soon as I heard!" A man clad in a black leather jacket, wearing a hook for a hand, ran up to join their little group outside the bathroom. Both Felix and Wendy knew him well. Upon spotting the boy in handcuffs, he greeted Felix neutrally:

"Felix."

"Hook," Felix spat at his feet. His eyes blazed with hatred. Had he not been cuffed, he probably would have hit the pirate standing before him. Hook had taken away one of his closest friends in Neverland; killed Rufio with the very hook he wore today. Felix, even now, wanted revenge, and both of them knew it.

"No need for that, lad," Hook said, "I'm well-aware you don't like me, and I don't like you, but we can at least play nice in polite company." Casting a glance down at Wendy, his voice was full of pity as he murmured:
"Love, I'm sorry you had to see this again."

Wendy nodded to him, but said nothing. She and Hook had always had a rather unique relationship. Hook had always treated her courteously, and had ordered his crew never to attack her. He had held her for ransom, once, but he had never hurt her. In return, if Wendy happened to see him wandering the island alone, she'd never mentioned a word to Peter. Hook and Wendy hadn't been enemies, but they hadn't been allies either- they couldn't be. The role Peter gave her didn't allow for that.

Oblivious to their complicated history, Mary Margaret repeated,"'Again?'" She was utterly aghast. Despite the fact that Wendy was far older than she looked, it was clear Mary Margaret still thought of her as a young girl. It bothered her immensely that Wendy had been exposed to something so terrible before.

"Yes, again," Hook answered emphatically. He said nothing else on the subject, well-aware it wasn't his place to share.

Seizing the awkward silence as an opportunity, Wendy stated again, "Felix didn't do it."

"Wendy-" Emma started. She gave her the look Wendy resented- the look that people gave her when they were remembering she was the crazy girl from Neverland and not the popular Gwen she played day to day.

"I'm telling you, Felix didn't do it!" she said, her pitch rising a bit. Why didn't any of them believe her? And why was Felix so happy about the situation? He was being arrested.

"All right then," the sheriff challenged her, "If Felix didn't do it, who did?" She looked Wendy straight in the eyes, daring her to say differently.

Wendy couldn't bring herself to say the answer, because it was impossible and terrifying and she didn't even want to think of it. She wouldn't let herself think of it. Peter Pan was dead. Dead boys, even boys who never grew up, did not go around killing those who'd betrayed them.

Still, she did find the strength to say, "Felix beats things to death. He doesn't cut throats. He clubs them down." Over the years, she'd learned that about him. He liked watching skulls get bashed in and listening to bones break. Many years ago, Wendy had wondered if it was something to do with what happened to him before he came to Neverland, but she never asked. Many of the Lost Boys had bleak histories full of abuse and abandonment, and none ever talked about them.

Mary Margaret and Emma shared a long look. Then Emma reached into Felix's pocket, withdrawing the switchblade:

"He's got a knife. Last I checked, you can cut people's throats with knives."

"Yes, among other things. How observant of you," Regina's tone was like acid as she swept into the room. Today, she was attired in a black and white pant suit, with a diamond necklace and matching earrings. Apparently, she'd decided another murder- especially that of a child -demanded her attention. It certainly had to be more important than whatever else she did all day. Wendy had always been curious about how Regina even ran a town that was quite literally off the map.

"Oh," Regina said, "It's you again." She glared at Wendy, crossing her arms. She evidently thought Wendy had something to do with the murders, and made no secret of it. Realizing the source of the tension, Emma cut in:

"Regina, we've been over this. Gwen's innocent. She saw the body. That's it."

"And none of you think it's strange that she's been found at the scene of two murders in two days?" Regina riposted.

"It's bad luck," Mary Margaret stood up, immediately coming to Wendy's defense, "Besides, we caught him." She gestured to Felix, who started laughing again. Under his breath, he muttered:

"You wish."

Wendy's heart started to pound as she wondered if she was the only one who heard him.

Hook noted, "Actually, as much as I dislike the boy, I don't think he's responsible for it either. I've seen him kill, and Wendy's right- it's not like this. Besides, Swan- there's no blood on the knife, or on his clothes." Although Regina, Emma, and Hook all examined Felix from head to toe, they couldn't deny that his clothes weren't stained. His brown hoodie had crumbs on it, but that wasn't exactly unusual for a boy who'd come from lunch, and his jeans were ripped, but perfectly clean.

Stubbornly, Emma retorted, "Well, until we find anything else, he's under arrest. We found him with a weapon at the scene of the crime, with the body still warm. I'm taking him in to the station." She pushed a still laughing Felix up the stairs, out the door, and into her car.

Hook paused, then said to Wendy, "I hope we're both wrong, love. If not..." he trailed off and shook his head. Then he followed Emma and Felix outside.

As Wendy watched them go, she found herself praying they were wrong, too.

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~ladykikyo1792