I don't own OUAT, I do own Ava.

I woke up to find a woman throwing clothes into a bag.

"Ava," she said. "You have to run okay?" She threw the bag at me before grabbing a large cloak. I tried to get a glimpse of her face but my vision kept going in and out of focus.

"Sweetheart," she started to cry. "Mummy loves you alright? I love you so much. But now, you have to run. Your father and I can only hold him off for a short time."

"What do you mean? Who-?"

"You're father and I are bad people," she gripped my shoulders. Was this, a memory? "We were young; we didn't know what to do or who to believe. I just never thought he would find us, find you." she pulled the deep blue cloak around me.

"Just tell me what-"

"Ava, he'll come for you. Promise me you'll keep running. Run until you find somewhere safe."

I looked at the woman in front of me, a similar set of eyes gazing back into mine. "You're sixteen now, a big girl alright? So beautiful."

"Now, go." She pushed me to the back door. "Run, Ava."

"Wait, what about you?" I felt myself say without commanding it.

"Your father and I will be fine as long as you're safe."

"Now run."

"Not so fast," a voice laughed. "Giselle, you can't hide her from me forever."

"Stay away from her," the woman in front of me warned.

"Unless you want to suffer the same fate as your husband, I suggest you hand her over. She's a pretty little thing."

A figure came out of nowhere, knocking Giselle to the ground. I screamed as the dark, hooded figure loomed above her.

"Don't touch her," I screamed at him, moving forward. Soon I was thrown against a wall by an invisible force.

"Ava!"

"Mother!" I heard myself scream as a hand went through my mother's chest. She screamed in agony as the figure was left holding a slightly dull, red glowing object; her heart.

"Stop!" I screamed as she convulsed in pain.

"Ava!" she panted. "Run, please."

"You promised me her, Giselle." The deep voice cackled.

"If you can't withhold your end of the bargain willingly, I'll just have to do it forcibly."

"No," she wheezed.

"Wrong answer, princess," he clamped his hand around her heart. My mother screamed out in pain; her heart disintegrating into dust.

"No!" I leaped forward.

I heard a dark chuckle and suddenly, hands were at my waist. "You're just like her," the voice cooed.

"You monster, you killed her!"

"That's right, and now you are mine."

"No, let go of me!" I yelled as the hooded figure snatched at my wrist.

"Ava," he said.

"Ava," he repeated.

"Stop it," I cried as his voice was in my ear.

"Ava," his breath fanned my face.

"AVA!"

I jolted awake, coming face to face with another figure looming over me.

"No, stop! Don't touch me!" I pushed against my attacker.

"Bloody hell kitten, calm down." A smooth British voice said. I stopped, taking in my surroundings. I was in a bed; Pan's bed to be exact. It was dark but there were a few candles lit, I let out a shaky breath as I turned back towards him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a frown on his face.

"That must have been some nightmare," he muttered. I said nothing, looking down at my trembling hands. Very quickly there was a presence beside me, Pan lounged on his side.

"I should go see, Henry." I muttered, trying to get out of bed.

A shooting pain filled my head. I groaned, falling back into the warm covers. The evil boy looked at me with a mixture of worry and his normal, evil, twisted, plotting self.

"You were screaming," he said emotionlessly.

"It was a bad nightmare," I said sharply. Wincing as the noise hurt my head.

"My head hurts," I moaned. "I feel dizzy even though I'm lying down. Why couldn't you have just left me alone?"

"You were being troublesome," he gritted out.

"Yeah whatever," I huffed. I was too tired to argue and my eyes began to droop slightly. "Why are you here?"

"This is my bed."

"Then why am I in it?" I sighed sleepily. "Why not put me in Dylan's bed or-"

"Don't be ridiculous, you're mine." He said almost inaudibly.

…and now you are mine.

I frowned; I felt a hand on the side of my face. It moved until it reached a sensitive area where my scalp throbbed with pain.

"Ouch, stop," I said.

"Hush," he said.

"Pan, it hur-"

A warm sensation spread its way over my head; within seconds the pain dulled completely.

"You-"

He rolled onto his back, arms behind his head. "I'm not making a habit of it, you're still annoying and I'll not think twice about killing you or your family if you tell Henry."

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Peter?" I said sleepily, looking up at him through heavy eyelids.

"What?" he sighed, obviously exhausted.

"Do you remember your parents?"

He was silent for a few seconds, "Not vividly."

"Alright," I said, gazing up at his hardened face.

"Do you remember your parents?" he asked. I stared at him for a few seconds.

I took a deep breath. "I don't remember anything about my life before Storybrooke. When everyone got their memories back, I was left without any. All I know is that if I had a life before the curse, it's probably not worth remembering."

He said nothing, and I fell into a deep sleep as a strong arm circled around my waist.

"You're certainly something to be remembered."

AN:

Cute little chapter; don't worry she'll be back to her snarky self soon.

I'll fail all my exams because of this :'(

KIDDING.

xoxo