Hey guys, I know that this part is probably unrealistic and she wouldn't be able to hear, but I wanted it to be in Ellie's perspective so yeah.

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My heart pounded as my thought came back into focus and my hearing returned. The I realized it wasn't my heart that was pumping, it was someones hands on my chest. Thumping down with their palms before freezing and opening my mouth to blow air into my mouth. I didn't know what was happening, but it was working.

I tried to take a breath but I couldn't, my throat felt clogged and my body was so heavy I couldn't move an inch. Vaguely I wondered if this was real, and I wasn't imagining it, but then I heard someone muttering over the top of me as the hands returned to my chest,pumping down at a fast pace. Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump...

"Come on Ellie, breathe!" The voice said, before their mouth returned over mine, blowing oxygen into my deprived lungs. I tried to open my eyes but I still couldn't move, my body felt so heavy, and cold. Then I realized something about the voice, it was Peters voice. Peter. He came.

My body slowly began to come back into focus, and my senses returned, but I still couldn't move. I felt someone gripping my hand, breathing raggedly over to the side. And the substance beneath me itched across my back. Sand, I realized. Then I heard shouting, and the sound of people running towards us.

"Ellie, you stay with me okay?" Peters voice drifts down to me, and his mouth moves back to mine, trying to revive my lungs. I notice his mouth lingers for a moment this time before I feel him move away and continue his thumping on my chest.

"Oh my God! Is she okay?" A voice says, the voices I heard running, I realize, it sounds like Mary Margaret, but surely not.

"I can't believe he actually did it." Another voice says, Emma.

"What are you waiting for Pan? Use magic!" I hear Regina say snarkily.

"I can't!" Peter snaps. "Rumple put a spell on her so magic can't touch her for the next hour. He went too far this time." He adds darkly to the end, and during this his rhythm doesn't falter a moment. an

Something shifts inside me as Peter pushes air into my lungs again and I hear the other people surrounding us murmur anxiously. My finger twitches.

"It's working!" A voice cries to my side, and I realize that the voice belongs to Charlie, and his grip on my hand tightens as sand presses into my palm.

Suddenly it's like a wave crashes inside of me and my back arches upwards, contracting, spewing water as my body convulses, before dropping back to the sand and I go limp. Peters hands have moved from my chest and are now cupping my face as I slowly shift on the ground and open my blurry eyes, looking upwards into the sun.

"Ellie!" Charlie shouts, and suddenly I can't see anything as Charlie throws himself at me, embracing me in a hug and I groan as he lands on my battered and bruised body. "Oh god I'm sorry!" he cries, releasing me, but not moving far from my side. Felix drops to his knees next to me, watching me with relief as he just stares at my face. Not moving.

I shift my eyes around and see Peter watching me with wide eyes, leaning on his haunches as he breathes heavily. Our eyes meet and we just stare at one another before I finally speak. "Thank you." I croak, and Peter just nods, still watching me with evident relief on his face.

I glance to the side and notice the cliff I fell from, and shiver, I'm drenched to the bone. Then I look back at Peter and notice he's also wet, water dripping down from his hair and clothing sticking to his body. I have to admit, I'd like nothing better right now than to embrace him, not only does he look beautiful while wet but he saved me. He came for me, he didn't leave me.

I continue to look around and finally take notice of the group I heard before. Mary Margaret, David, Neal and Emma are watching me in relief, while Regina appears impassive and Hook is eying Peter suspiciously. I turn back to David and meet his eyes. I swallow before finally croaking out the thing I want to hear most.

"Is it true?" I rasp, and everyone looks between David and I.

"I don't know," He sighs.

"Is what true?" Peter says warily, eyes boring into mine.

"Gold said that David and Ellie are siblings. That they have the same mother."

"What?" Felix asks in shock, finally tearing his eyes away from me to look up at David. Charlie just gapes at us.

Peter sighs and I turn to look at him, he meets my eyes head on, "it's true, Rumple doesn't lie. He just waits for the opportune moment to tell someone. I've got to admit, it's good." He adds with a smirk, fading into cold, distant Peter as he speaks.

Felix, Charlie and I stare at David who watches us in turn, while Mary Margaret smiles at the group of us and everyone else seems dumbstruck. A gust of wind surrounds us again and I shiver uncontrollably. Peter sees and stands up, before bending down and sweeping me up in his arms bridal style. His arms close comfortingly around me as he holds me tightly to his chest and surveys the group. I snuggle into the warmth of his arms, trying to remove myself from the breeze, he seems so much warmer from the first time he touched me.

"Well, I think it's time we return to the camp, I think this days been interesting enough." Peter says with a smirk, as he turns to walk away.

"Now wait just a minute-"

"You aren't going anywhere until you give me my son!" Regina and Emma say in unison, glaring at us. Emma pulls out her sword and Regina calls a fireball into existence in her palm, glaring at us.

I tense, eying the fireball and Peter does as well. He tightens his hands further on my side and thigh to reassure me, before laughing openly at the group in front of us. Felix and Charlie are glaring at Regina and Emma and they seem to realize that they're threatening me as well. Emma looks guilty while Regina remains unfazed.

Peter smirks coldly, "don't you see? It's the game. You won't see Henry until I allow it. I said to you before, Baelfire, everyone is where I want them."

"I don't think you wanted Ellie in that ocean though, did you Pan?" Neal retorts in a low voice and Peter tenses again.

"Like I said, the Dark One went too far." He says simply, before turning and I find myself facing the group of lost boys. Felix and Charlie look surprised, like they've never traveled with Peter before, and I realize they probably haven't.

Everyone stops to watch as Peter strides across the clearing with me still in his arms as he makes his way towards his tree. "Felix, find some blankets." He calls over his shoulder and everyone seems shocked at whats happening before Peter glares at them and they return to their tasks. Felix simply nods and walks off somewhere while Charlie watches me for a moment. Then he seems happy enough that I'm safe and runs off to fight with some other kids his age. Kids, I think to myself.

Suddenly we drop down a hole and I'm facing Peters room. There's a medium sized bed in the center and the rooms is surprisingly well furnished. Off to the side is a table where an array of weaponry lies, and on the other side is an oak stool with Peters pipe laying on it. Peter walks across and gently lowers me down on to the bed, not even noticing both of us are drenched to the skin. Once I'm still, he sits down on the side of the bed and looks at me.

Peter lifts his hand and gently brushes some hair out of my face, looking down at me. "Are you okay?" he asks and his voice seems strained. I nod and he smiles. A noise turns my head around and I see Felix slowly walking towards us. He holds out a pile of rough looking blankets to Peter and Peter takes them, giving Felix a look. Felix nods and casts me one more relieved gaze before leaving the room and climbing out of the whole.

"I'm sorry," Peter says abruptly and I turn to see him staring at me, worriedly. "I didn't believe you, I thought you were working against me, and for that I'm sorry." He continues and he turns away to look across the room. I gingerly lift my hand up and take Peters hand, which was resting on the bed next to me.

"It's okay," I say with a small smile as he turns to look at me. "I forgive you, just next time, come quicker please." I say as I shift and wince from the pain. My body feels like, oh, that's right, it feels like it got slammed into a rock multiple times.

Peter laughs and smiles down at me, before his face turns serious. He swallows and looks away, an unreadable expression on his face. "I thought I was too late," he says in a low voice. "I heard you scream, even from that far away, and I didn't move for a second, because I thought you were still in the cage. Then one of the lost boys came and told me you were gone. Charlie had tried to convince me you were innocent, that you didn't know, and that I knew that already." He smiles slightly when mentioning Charlie, but it quickly disappears. "I felt so panicked when I realized that was actually you that had screamed. So I yelled for Felix to get Charlie and teleported to the cliff.

"When I got there, Rumple was standing, alone, smiling at me, he just watched me, before saying 'time to choose, brother' and vanishing. I ran forward and looked down, but there was no sign of you, but I jumped anyway. When I found you, you were already passed out, sinking, I pulled you ashore and tried to revive you with magic. But Rumple did something to you, and it wouldn't work. So I used something I saw on one of my trips to collect lost boys."

Peter looks down at me and his smile returns slightly as he cups my cheek. The contact burns my skin and my heart speeds up as I watch him. "I have to admit, those were the worst minutes of my life, you were so cold." He says and his hand trails down to hold my neck. "I thought I'd lost you." He says, and his voice is barely a whisper now as he puts his other hand on my neck as well and lifts my head to look into his eyes. "I'm so sorry, please don't leave me again."

I smile up at him, grab his shoulders and pull him towards me so our lips just brush, then he closes the distance and kisses me softly. I smile against his lips and lean into the kiss as Peter caresses my cheek and my hands trail down to his hands that cup my face, holding them there. We stay like that for a moment, before finally I lean back, pulling Peter down with me so I'm laying on the bed and Peter hovers over me as he deepens the kiss, trailing his tongue over my lips and my hands move to fist in his hair.

Peter lays down next to me on the bed, before pulling me on top of him so I move to straddle his waist. My aching muscles shriek in protest but I ignore them. Eventually Peter sighs and pulls away, letting his head hit the pillow and grinning lazily up at me.

"I think you should get some rest Ellie." he says and I pout, Peter just laughs as he shifts me so I'm laying next to him and he wraps his arms around me.

"Why do I need to rest?" I ask indignantly.

"Why?" he responds, "because every time you'd shift on me you'd wince in pain. I could deal with it for a bit, but you really should sleep."

I sigh, giggling when I realize I had been wincing when I shifted on top of him and he had gripped my hips. I close my eyes, then I remember something and open them, turning to look up at Peter as my head lays on his arm and my arm falls across his chest. Both of us are still slightly wet from the ocean but neither of us say anything.

"Peter," I begin, looking up at him.

"Mhmm," he says in response has his fingers trail down my side and back up, leaving goose bumps, but also warming me with the contact. Peter shifts slightly and throws a blanket over us.

"When you told me what happened on the cliff, you said Rumpelstiltskin called you 'brother', why?"

Peter sighs and stares up at the ceiling. Vaguely I realize the ceiling, and most of the walls, are covered in punctures, most likely caused by daggers. I look back at Peter as he begins talking. "Rumple called me brother, because I am his brother."

I don't say anything to this, I just frown, waiting for Peter to elaborate.

"When we grew up in England, our parents never had time for us, our father was abusive and forced us to work sun up till sun down seven days a week from when we turned 8."

"That's horrible," I whisper, watching Peter closely, he just nods, still watching the ceiling.

"Rumple had just turned 8 a few weeks ago at the time, and he wasn't handling it well. I was almost 17, so I had no power to do anything. So I came up with an idea. One night, after our father had fallen asleep and our mother was god knows where, I grabbed Rumple, and we ran. Eventually we grew tired, and we found a cave to sleep in for the night. But when we woke we were no longer there, we were here, on Neverland, and the shadow was here. It told us of this land, and said we could chose to stay, and we would not age.

"Rumple didn't like it, he wanted to grow up, but me, I was at my prime, I got the attention of the girls back home," I stiffen at this and Peter smiles before pulling me closer. "Of course, once I got here, I realized there were no girls, and there couldn't be, I could have no weaknesses, no attachments."

"What happened?"

Peter sighs, "Rumple and I argued, and I left him alone for a bit, while I was gone, the shadow and I struck a deal. He attaches me to him, and part of the island, as long as I fulfill something for him in the future..." Peters voice trails off at this point and I realize he's uncomfortable about something. Vaguely I wonder if that future point is now, but I just smile up at Peter when he looks down at me, and he continues.

"When I got back to Rumple, I told him of the deal. I organized for the shadow to take Rumple back, take him somewhere that he could be looked after, I didn't realize that he was taken to another dimension until years later. You know, Rumple and I's relationship back then reminds me of what Felix had told me of you and his. Except, yours had a happier ending." He finishes bitterly, and I pull myself closer to him.

"I'm sorry Peter," I say in a low voice and Peter just leans down and kisses my hair as he pulls me closer.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, and as much as I wish otherwise, I don't regret it, because if I hadn't done that so many things wouldn't have happened, and I wouldn't have met you."

I look up at Peter in shock and he smiles down at me gently, another genuine smile, before brushing some hair out of face. "I care about you Ellie, I tried not to, but I do."

This causes me to outright grin at Peter as I look up at him. "I care about you too," I say as I lean forwards and kiss him sweetly. In fact, I think I'm falling in love with you, despite your flaws, I add in my mind. He deepens the kiss and rolls over on top of me, before remembering something, sighing, and rolling back.

"Go to sleep Ellie." he commands, but there's a smile in his voice. I pout and snuggle further into Peters arms as my eyes close and he pulls me in.

"Goodnight Peter."

"Goodnight, El."

I hope this chapter was alright. It's all I can do today I think, sorry, but I have a friends party tonight which I promised I'd help her with so unfortunately I don't have another chance to update. Let me know your thoughts guys! :)