Peter pan stayed perched up in a tree near the heavily hidden and protected hideout of Tinkerbell where his lost girl was being kept. Peter pan had reached into his pocket and took out a pan flute and began to play music knowing that it would work on his lost girl making her go look for the music leading her straight to him.

He grinned evilly before he began to play a tune that drew lost and unloved children to its sounds, it filled throughout the air and spread into and past the protected barrier around the hidden hideout of Tinkerbell.

In the clearing hideout, Emma was sleeping on her bed in Tinkerbell's tree. The other were sleeping there as well only in different parts of the hollowed out tree. Emma was snuggled into her baby blanket with Mary Margaret sitting fast asleep next to her bed, music floated in through the cracked roots spreading throughout the hideout clearing to every child's ears.

Emma started to moan in her sleep starting to get nightmares which were hurtful memories instead of happy thoughts that Tinkerbell helped fill her mind with starting to give her a childhood. Mary Margaret's head swayed in her sleep at the noise Emma was making, not the music..she couldn't hear that nor did the other grown ups.

Mary Margaret's head lulled waking her up, through blurry tired eyes she looked around the dark tree. She noticed everyone was asleep somewhere and Emma was still in her bed, but what troubled her was that Emma was moving in her sleep like she was having a nightmare.

Mary Margaret starred at her wanting to wake her up, but wanting her little girl to sleep. When Emma let out a whimper she had enough, she climbed onto the bed with Emma and pulled her close to her trying to sooth away the nightmare. Mary Margaret began to whisper loving words into Emma's ear, and humming the same tune Emma had played for her earlier that her mother used to hum to her trying to stop the nightmares her little girl was having.

Emma still didn't settle, she kept having that nightmare it wouldn't go away. Emma then opened her eyes waking up, she felt someone holding her cuddling her she felt safe and warm and wanted so desperately to stay where she was but there was this music calling to her telling her to get up and follow it.

Mary Margaret held Emma and started to rock back and forth with her, she brought her little girl's head in towards her. The little girl froze for second before settling in her arms and snuggled into the embrace, she felt safe and loved in these arms.

Mary Margaret smiled through her tears, she continued to hum the same tune to her little girl. She would have done this for every nightmare or pain that her baby girl went through if she and David gotten to raise her. They didn't get to do any of it, they had missed everything. Mary Margaret had known that Emma had grown up,but right now she was her little girl she never got to meet and now she's here so she holds her little girl tight in her arms while she can not wanting to let go.

Emma soon finds it very hard to listen to the music that had played, she didn't understand why Mary Margaret a woman who she had just met that day was holding but she didn't care, for she was never held by another like her besides her adoptive mother. Emma felt as if this woman would never leave her, not for a million years and she felt so safe in her arms as if all the dangers she had every faced and endured were gone and it's just her in Mary Margaret's arms. She liked it here, and she never wanted to leave.

Mary Margaret noticed her little girl snuggle into her falling back to sleep only peacefully this time, just like should have been. Her little girl in her arms safe from everything that could ever harm her and keep them apart, Mary Margaret put her arm around Emma keeping her close to her heart.

Emma was sleeping against Mary Margaret her head on her mother's chest, her arms around the woman cuddling with her. Of course the little girl had no idea this woman was her mother, not yet at least. Emma slept in Mary Margaret's arms peacefully safe, finally going to that place where there were good dreams instead of nightmares for the first time in a very long time.

Peter had stayed sitting on the tree waiting for his lost girl, he had felt her going to him and he knew the music had worked. However still no lost girl, something was holding her back helping her dim the music so it didn't allure her to go to him.

Don't be mistaken it had worked, his lost girl most definitely heard the music and he would make her hear it again sooner or later when the time was right. He was going to get past the fairy's perimeter spell and take what is rightfully his. He did not smile but grinned evilly and steeped back into the shadows back to his lair to wait and plan how he was going to make this pan out the way he wanted it go knowing there would be no surprises waiting for him.

Peter had made his way back to his lair where the lost boys were goofing off and sitting about around the fire, he spotted the boy across the way. He needed to get information on his lost girl and he knew exactly who to ask and the right way to do it.

Pan had walked over to the boy noticing he was staring at a small group of three boys throwing knives at the ground playing a small game. He sat down next to Henry speaking to him "Look at the fun their having. The thing about this place Henry, is that no one ever tells you no. You can do what ever you want"

Henry glanced around at the boys before replying "They never hurt themselves?"

"Oh all the time. At one point I had four boys with missing fingers, cost of the game they didn't mind"

Henry faced him while he spoke "I don't belong here"

"Actually you do. We have been waiting for this for a very long time Henry. Long before you were even born long before your mother too"

Henry shook his head not believing Pan's lie's like his mom "I don't believe that"

"You should. This place runs on imagination, on belief...but your world stopped believing. Magic is dying and someone needs to save it"

"In my world you mean"

"In every world, it needs to be brought back. We need a hero...to return the magic...to be the savior" Pan tried not to show his slip up, he had gotten caught up in the vision of magic being brought back.

Henry now looked at Pan with even more disbelief "My mom Emma is the savior, not me"

Pan thought fast in trying to re-convince the boy, he needed to make him trust him some what in order to tell him more about Emma. He scoffed playing it off for the boy "She broke some curse, Yeah" Henry gave him a confusing look about how he knew this.

"Oh I know more than you think, but what if breaking the curse wasn't the thing that made her the savior. What if having you was, think about it. Your descendant of the greatest of light and of dark. What do think it's a coincidence that the spawn of the dark one met your mother. You were created for a reason, and I can help you find it"

Henry thought about what he had said and then came to a conclusion already knowing from his storybook that something that Pan had said was wrong. "That can't be, because my dad was born before my grandpa became the dark one so he can't be part of the dark. You think I'm the one who's supposed to save magic? I think you have the wrong person"

Peter pan composed himself to not show the boy that he was right so he pulled out his last trick that could make him believe him. He knew if he made Henry believe that he was the hero then he would easily believe, after watching him he knew that's all the boy wanted which he was going to try to use to his advantage.

Pan looked at him with no emotion before he pulled out his last trick. "Then why do I have this, here. I've had this for a very long time. Long before you were even thought of, take a look and you'll know why I think you're the hero magic has been waiting for"

Pan gave him a piece of small parchment, knowing that the real reason he had that so he knew what the savior's son would look like. He knew that who ever the savior loved she would do anything for them, so he used her son to lure her to Neverland because of so many failed attempts for his shadow to take her before.

Henry took to rolled up parchment from Pan's offering hand, as soon as he did Pan stood up and walked away from him leaving him time to look. As soon as Pan stood up Henry sneaked so he didn't see and through the parchment behind the log not believing a word he said picking up a trick he inherited from his mom.

Henry spoke again after to show Pan he didn't trust him "I don't believe you"

Pan turned around and scoffed almost loosing his cool with the boy, but still keeping calm not to show him his frustration. Pan pointed to where Henry had put the parchment "You remind me of your father" he left the boy with that and walked off leaving him.

Pan knew he didn't get any information off the boy, but that didn't mean that he was going to delay in his plans. He has waited long enough to meet his lost girl, and he wasn't going to wait any longer...

Pan's words sunk in to Henry, he thought about his dad and was stung by the fact knowing he was dead. Henry watched Pan leave from his sight, he continued to sit there in his thoughts looking at the other boys thinking how he was going to escape.

David awoke to sunshine coming in through the roots of the tree's showing that it was morning, he stretched before moving to get up. He sat up slowly and looked around for his wife, he smiled sadly when he saw she and Emma were snuggled together sleeping. He waited until the other's awoke, which he did while he stared at his two girl sleeping. He wanted to be apart of that, he knew he would one time but not for now.

Soon the other had awoken, all except a cute little blonde girl who didn't want to let go of Mary Margaret too comfortable and not wanting to let go afraid of what would happen if she did. Mary Margaret didn't complain, she was happy that Emma was clinging to her but she knew from glances from her husband that he was jealous.

Mary Margaret glanced down at their little girl who had now started to move in her arms, she yawned cutely with her eyes closed. Mary Margaret brushed her cheek with her thumb softly, Emma started to slowly open her eyes with a small smile.

She sleepily looked around the tree hideout noticing that David was staring at her, she noticed her arms were around someone and her head on someone's chest. Emma felt a soft hand brush her hair slowly comforting her, it felt nice.

She squinted through her sleepy eyes to notice that she was in Mary Margaret's arms, she was surprised and embarrassed that she cuddled with the woman in her sleep and cursed herself for letting herself give in to her want for comfort.

Emma noticed she was awake and carefully moved away from her, afraid the woman would be upset that she cuddled with her in her sleep. Mary Margaret's head turned to her little girl who slowly sat up now looking towards her, but what made her sadden was the horrified look on her little girl.

Emma mumbled out a quick "I'm sorry" before quickly scampering away from Mary Margaret and off the platform bed, she then ran past everyone with her head down caked with sadness who had turned to look towards in confusion and out of the tree hideout. Everyone was silent for a second Mary Margaret starred on towards the direction her baby had run, David felt like he had to go after his girl, it felt natural and without even thinking he went after his little girl.

Once outside in the hideout clearing David's vision twisted in every direction searching for that blonde little girl who ran off, he started to get concerned for he could not find her. Soon he felt some one come up behind him, and noticed it was his wife when she walked a bit in front of him searching as well. The other's soon came out of the tree to help them, Tinkerbell soon turned small once more and flew off in search of her best friend knowing why the girl had run off.

Emma had run off at first and climbed up to the boy's hut and house platform, she climbed up the ladder wanting to get away from the grown ups. Emma wanted to talk to the boys and play to get her mind off Mary Margaret and how she felt while she was in her arms knowing she would never permanently have that. Emma wanted her parent's, but she knew she wasn't going to meet them or even see them so she always liked to pretend that they were out there somewhere looking for her far away and they were separated hoping that one day they would find her and bring her home.

Emma tried for a while to block out the words people around her told her, they had said that she wasn't wanted nor will she ever be and that he parents were probably dead or worse they wanted her dead they always said that was why she was found on the side of the road like...trash.

They always called her that. Trash. It was that or girl, road-kill, nothing, freak, and Orphan. Emma did not want to think herself as an orphan, she was told orphan's were children without parents who were most of the time dead; in her case her she didn't know if they were out there or if they actually were dead. She liked to think that they were out there and it was all a big mistake, it helped her get on with her life.

For her it was harder and harder each day being in the system with those monster's, she was constantly loosing hope and before she had got here she was very close to it.

Emma walked above on the huge plat form around the hut's high in the tree's thinking trying not to soon heard a cry, at first she had thought it was her own cries coming out but she heard it again. It wasn't her, it was one of the younger boys who was having a nightmare. Emma whipped her head around to find out which boy it was, she noticed it was one of the twin's, Emma quickly went over to where the boy was having the nightmare.

Emma remember's doing this for the younger kids at the orphanage when they had nightmare each night, most of the other kids would start a fight especially one who stuck up for the kid having the nightmare and who woke most of everyone up.

Emma learned to fight pretty young knowing if she didn't know how to defend herself then she was as good as dead. She was always the voice of reason among the kids breaking up the fights telling them to be quiet or they would wake the administrator with their fighting and they would have to do chores all day with no meal's for a week.

Emma went over to one of the twin's and lightly shook him awake shouting his name "Twin it's okay your having a nightmare, your safe", he woke up with his eyes wide open in fright and a scream emanating from his mouth. Emma saw this and did what she normally did for any kid she helped knowing how it felt, she hugged him showing him he was safe. Twin hugged her back after a second his thoughts coming back to him, they were sitting up together leaning their backs against the back of the twin's little house where they slept.

Everyone had heard the scream, scared and curious the lost boys in the hideout clearing all gathered around the little house out of sight listening to the conversation to see if their brother was alright keeping hidden from the people inside's view. The scream also alarmed the adult's who started to make their way to the ladder leading up to the little house's above.

"Thank's Emma, I was so scared. The bad man hurt them, I want my mom and Dad" Twin cried out into her shoulder, she slowly rubbed his arm which was around his side comforting the boy. "I know, I feel the same way"

"There not coming back, that's why were Orphan's" The boy told her sadly wiping his tears facing her, Emma's face saddened while it looked conflicted.

Emma looked around for a second frowning, she didn't see any but that didn't mean that no one was there. "You want to know a secret?" Emma looked to twin who stared at her through glossy unshed teared eyes innocently then nodded, Emma then looked away frowning sadly at him before looking out towards the open archway where a door should be but isn't.

"I'm not really an Orphan, my parent's left me with a handmade baby blanket with my name on it. It mean's that they didn't mean to leave me, that's how I know they will find me...someday" Emma whispered the last word staring off hoping that it were true.

"Really" the boy brighten happy for Emma, at the possibility that not all parent's mean to leave their children. Emma smiled sadly at him, before she continued to make the boy forget his nightmare he recently had.

"It's proof I have parent's"

"you really think there out their Emma?"

"I hope so more than anything. You okay now?"

The boy looked down debating on asking her a question, he didn't want to push his luck. He mumbled to her asking "Can you sing to me, my mommy used to before she left. It will make me feel better, I won't ask for anything else"

"Of course kid..you know I used to sing to the kids at the orphanage all the time when they had nightmares"

"Really?" The boy perked up at her.

"Yup" Emma continued to hug the boy to her side, as they sat up together. Emma then began to sing for him, a song she sung all the time making her feel hopeful every time. It also provided the same thing for the children who listened.

Mary Margaret and the group hand finally reached up the ladder to where the boys were all huddled listening to something inside one of the lost boy little houses. As they walked towards they heard a little girl's voice sing out beautifully reaching everyone's ear's.

Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano,
He's sitting paying a bill

Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays, and art
Betcha they're good -
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake
Was giving up me

So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me "Baby"...
Maybe.

Betcha he reads
Betcha she sews
Maybe she's made me
A closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line...
Don't really care
As long as they're mine

So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind...
Won't you please come get your "Baby"

Everyone listened to the song, most of the boys were now smiling hopeful while the adult's including Tinkerbell were crying their eyes out to the lyrics. Mary Margaret was sobbing into David who was crying silently holding her, they listened to the voice now knowing it was their daughter singing and knowing she would sing this every night hoping they would come for her. David wondered when Adult Emma had stopped singing and had given up on them finding her, he then knew why she was upset after they reunited. They didn't find her, she found them.