Chapter Thirteen:

So many faces, so many faces. Everything burns. I'm lost, I'm found. I'm up, I'm down. There's a warm touch replaced by cool nothingness. Lights flash in a dark abyss. I feel a soft hug then my heart wrenches.

"Wesley," a name escapes my lips, but has no meaning to me. Confusion. Thick and steady, like honey, it pours itself over my brain and makes everything go fuzzy. There's more pain then fear.

My lips tingle and I can feel someone's breath on my face. Red flashes tie-dye the background. Red, the color of desire. But, what do I desire? Sea green eyes burn into my vision then disappear.

There's a cold hand against my stomach and I flinch away, but my movement makes me go dizzy. Someone's hands wrap around my throat. I can't breathe. Everything is closing in around me. I can see dots swimming around my eyes and suddenly I'm cold. I flail my arms around, but it's like their moving through water.

I jerk up in bed and scream. Hot tears streak my cheeks and my chest heaves uncontrollably. My lungs can't seem to get enough air despite the constant movement of my chest. My mouth is open and I'm gasping like a fish out of water, but it doesn't help. "Felix," I manage to choke out in a strangled scream.

The door flies open immediately. Felix appears shocked at how I look and he rushes over. "What's wrong? What happened?" he demands. Unable to talk, I just through myself into his arms and press my face into his chest like a child would do to their father. Felix wraps his arms around my shaking shoulders and pulls me against him. "It's okay Elizabeth. I'm here," he coaxes me.

The amount of comfort his voice offers is quite surprising, but at the same time very relieving. I start to gasp in air and feel my head clear slightly. Still I hug him as memories of my dream scrap together in my mind.

"It was just a dream," Felix comforts me.

"But it felt so real," I breath in his earthy scent. He smells like the forest and smoke from all the bonfires they have. It's a surprisingly good smell and it helps settle my heart.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"It was dark and painful. Everything was so confusing and yet so familiar. Like a memory of a dream," I talk into his chest, not wanting to leave the warmth of his arms. He tenses at my words.

"A memory? Of what?" he asks, his voice sounds thick. What's up with him?

"I'm not sure. It's fuzzy," I pull out of his hug and look at his face. His eyes search mine for something I don't know of. I'm reminded of how Peter looked at me and I can feel my walls of defense start to rise.

"I think there was a name, but I can't remember now," I lie.

"Are you sure?" he asks. I nod. He sighs and the look fades. "Well it was just a dream," he says. Yeah, just a dream that felt like I was dying.

"I guess," I sigh. I know he's not telling me something, but I'm too tired to ask him about it. My body aches from pain brought on by a nightmare.

"You gonna be okay in here by yourself?" he asks. I'm tempted to ask him to stay again and tell me another story, but I stop myself.

"I'm fine," I say rather roughly. Felix nods and stands up. He leaves me in my room where I collapse on my bed. The rest of the night is a fight not to fall back asleep. Every time my eyes drift closed I see the flashes of light and feel the sickening swirl of emotions. By the time the sun rises I'm completely exhausted, but my body doesn't hurt anymore from the phantom like pain.

*Emma*

Regina holds the Lost Boy's heart close to her mouth. She's ordering him around the island by speaking commands to his heart. Now that they have reached Henry it is Elizabeth's turn to be warned that they are coming for her. Emma just hoped they weren't too late.

"Walk to her cabin then," Regina snaps. The heart glows in the shadow of the forest. Mary Margaret watches it with a look of displeasure. She did not approve of this activity, but it had to be done.

I wish I could see what the Lost Boy is doing, the thought flashes through Emma's head. The mirror they had used for Henry had been broken by her son when Pan started to arrive. She wasn't sure how they would convince Elizabeth it was them without being able to show her it really was them. We'll cross that bridge when it comes.

"Grab some fruit or something so you can tell the guards it's for her to eat," Regina continues to order the boy.

"Do you think she'll really believe it's us?" Emma asks Mary Margaret. Mary Margaret tears her eyes away from Regina and looks at her daughter.

"Of course she will. Elizabeth has faith in you. She knew we were coming for Henry so she must know we'd rescue her too," Mary Margaret comforts her. Emma still isn't so sure.

"But she has no idea that we've made it to Neverland. She also doesn't know that we know she's here," Emma points out.

"Pan probably told her. He likes to brag so he probably let it slip that he defeated us in that battle," her mother suggests. Emma sighs. I think he's smarter than that. He wouldn't give Elizabeth hope for the same reason he wouldn't give Henry hope of our arrival on Neverland.

"Tell them you have food for Elizabeth," Regina's voice snaps Emma from her thoughts. They've almost reached Elizabeth. "Now walk through the door and approach her." Mary Margaret and Emma stand up and walk towards Regina. "He's there," she looks at them.

*Elizabeth*

Devin stands before me with a bag of pomegranates. "Here's your food," he hands it to me.

"Thanks," I take it from him. I offer no smile and simply sit down and start to eat the fruits. Devin glances around then leans down.

"I have something to tell you," he whispers. I raise my eyebrows.

"What?" I ask. The question comes out harsher than I had intended, but Devin doesn't even seem to notice.

"It's about your family," he sounds urgent. I give him a confused look.

"My family?" I repeat.

"They're here. You were right all along. They came here for you," Devin looks at me expectantly. I'm lost.

"My family abandoned me. Why would they come to Neverland?" I ask. Devin gives me a confused look. His eyes clearly say why aren't you happy?

"But you were always talking about how Emma was coming to get Henry and she'd get you too," Devin says slowly. His brow is furrowed in thought.

"Who's Emma?" I ask.

*Emma*

Mary Margaret paces in front of where Emma sits on a fallen tree. Regina stands at the edge of the woods and watches us.

"There's got to be a reasonable explanation," Emma's mother says.

"Yeah, she's forgotten us," Emma says. Her voice is flat and hurt. She never imagined Elizabeth would actually forget about her.

"But she wouldn't just forget about us. Especially not you, you're like her sister," Mary Margaret exclaims.

"You haven't been acting like a very good sister recently," Regina inputs.

"Don't say that. Of course you have Emma," Mary Margaret snaps at Regina than comforts me. Emma shrugs her off.

"She's right. I've been choosing Henry over her a lot more and then I just left her in Storybrooke when we come here," Emma sighs. Regina looks smug and Mary Margaret gives her a sympathetic look.

"Henry is your son, of course you'd put him first," she points out.

"But I still shouldn't have been pushing Elizabeth away. She came all the way to Storybrooke for me the least I could have done was taken her to Granny's or something," Emma argues.

"You never even took her to Granny's?" Regina sounds shocked. "Even I think that's cruel."

"Leave her alone," Mary Margaret snaps.

"No, she's right," Emma cuts her off. "Again."

"You sound surprised," Regina smirks.

"More like annoyed," Emma corrects her. Regina's smirk fades into anger. Emma doesn't care though. "But I still can't believe Elizabeth forgot me." Mary Margaret sits down next to her and places one hand on her shoulder for comfort.

"I doubt she did it by her own accord," she says. Emma glances at her.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Well, Pan does posses magical powers. Perhaps he erased her memories," Mary Margaret suggests. Emma feels a rush of hope mixed with anger. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch if he hurts her or Henry.

"But why would he do that?" Regina demands.

"Why does he do anything?" Mary Margaret asks.

"Power," Emma answers.

"Power," Mary Margaret agrees.

A/N:

Not much to say with this chapter. It has a few time jumps, but I think they worked pretty well. Thanks again to my amazing reviewers and followers and favoriters! You guys are so freaking awesomely amazingggggggggg!