A/N: Looks like apologies are in order here aswell. Sorry about the delay in updates. I was extremely stuck on this chapter. And if you're reading any of my other stuff, you already know that school isn't helping much either. Just so we're clear, I'm NOT giving up on any of my stories including this one. So I hope I haven't lost any readers, cause there's still so much to come. Anyway enjoy this brand new chapter!

Olivia slowly but surely came out of her deep sleep, however, as soon as she opened her eyes she wished she hadn't. Her head felt like someone had taken a club to it a couple dozen times. She looked around and saw she was still at Marina's.

Shit. She looked at her watch. Oh no. She was late. Very very late. Marina was sitting half draped over the counter of the kitchen looking at her friend with an equally dreaded expression on her face.

"I can't believe I have a late shift at the diner today," she groaned at the prospect of it.

"Oh well how lovely for you, I was supposed to be at work an hour ago!" Liv yelled in a state of panic.

"Sorry," Marina shrugged her shoulders apologetically, "but I'm sure no one will notice that you're late." Olivia would have smiled at her friend's feeble attempt to make her feel better, but right now she had no time for smiles.

"Peter will notice, I was supposed to make breakfast. Mrs. Potts has the day off."

Marina groaned once again. "Hm, lucky woman."

"Don't ever get me drunk again," Liv pointed an accusing finger playfully at her.

"You always say that."

Liv shot her a look to which Marina replied with nothing but a big grin.

Liv grabbed her shoes and drug a comb through her hair. She looked as awful as she felt. She'd just have to fix herself at the mansion. Hopefully Peter would be gone already, but she had a feeling he was still there. Waiting for her. Ready to tell her off about being late.

"Well gotta go!"

And before Marina could say another word, she was out the door. Olivia ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times before tying it with an elastic. At least that way it had the appearance of having been groomed. Her uniform was in creases however and she didn't even want to think about make-up right now. She ran all the way to the mansion and as she reached the street it was on she slowed down to catch her breath.

Even slower she made her way up the steps. Her instincts told her to run all the way back home again. Please don't be home, please don't be home. She turned her key in the lock. The door wasn't locked. He was home.

On the other side of the door was Pan. Pacing. Back and forth, growing more aggitated by the minute. When he heard the sound of a key turning he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Very slowly the door creaked open. But... no one came in. Before Pan had the time to be confused though, a head peeked around the corner. Blonde hair messy, eyes wide, breath held.

"You're late," he gritted through his teeth, trying to stop himself from lashing out.

Liv nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice. She did not need this right now. She had a killer hangover and dealing with Peter was an impossible task at the moment.

"You don't even have any clocks in the house, so how would you know," she mumbled in a grumpy tone. At this Pan raised one of his eyebrows. When did she think it was okay for her to talk to him like that? Where was her fear? It took every ounce of his self restraint not to push her through the wall. He shot her a cold smile. Let her think she was safe. Safe to speak freely to him. It would lure her into a false sense of security and when the time was right he would strike.

In Liv's mind, though, security wasn't a word she would ever associate with her employer. His smile was sinister and it sent a chill down her spine. If anything it made her feel even more on edge.

Not being able to resist threatening her a little bit, he walked past her, too close for comfort and hissed something about having her chores done by the time he got back, or else. The door slammed shut before she could ask when exactly he'd be back. The impact of it rang through to her head like a sledgehammer and it started pounding again.

Pan felt displeased he had to leave the situation this way. The irritation was still bubbling beneath the surface and when Pan felt irritated there was only one way he wished to express it. He had so been looking forward to taking out his frustrations on Tink. Fortunately for her, he had more pressing matters to attend to. He had somewhere to be.

He was on his way to the real reason this curse existed. His precious son. The Dark One. He hadn't visited him since the first day of the curse. He remembered it well. His boy, now a man. A broken man. He had lost everything he ever gave a damn about. Except one thing, his memories. Admittedly it had been a risk letting the Dark One keep his memories, but here he was no longer the Dark One. He was simply a man, thought to be insane. Pan wanted him to suffer. Eternally. And one cannot suffer if one lives in blissful ignorance. He would never let him forget, oh no. In fact he wished to remind him again this very day. Why? Because it was fun of course.

Pan looked up at the big bold letters spelling out ASYLUM. He grinned, eagerly anticipating the mental torture he would be dishing out. At the front desk he wasn't greeted by the regular receptionist, but instead by a young looking blonde girl. The word 'Wendy' echoed inside his mind, though he didn't notice it because he was too busy staring at her. When apparently his staring became too uncomfortable for the girl, she cleared her throat to catch his attention.

"I'm here to see Mr. Gold."

Suddenly a bright smile was formed by her glossy red lips. "Oh really, he'll be pleased to have a visitor. No one ever comes to see him," she whispered to him as if it was some big secret and he didn't already know this.

Pan played along anyway and gave the girl an understanding nod of sympathy. She directed him towards some doors where a guard was waiting for him to follow. They walked down endless corridors. With every turn of a corner Pan felt more satisfied. Rumple really had been tucked away in the deepest cavity of this cold place. A deep dismal underground hole. Where he belonged. Finally they arrived at Rumpelstiltskin's cell. The guard opened up the door and gestured for Pan to go in. He then closed the door again, but stayed outside standing watch.

Rumple sat hidden away in the darkest shadow, in the farthest corner of his cell. He looked worse than he did when Pan had last seen him. His hands and feet were bound together with thick leather straps. His hair was dishevelled, facial hair unkempt, his expression was empty, but his eyes looked tired. That's exactly what he wanted to find, a broken man void of all hope.

"Hello Rumple."

Rumpelstiltskin kept staring out in front of him. Pan rolled his eyes.

"Don't play insane, Rumple, while I did place you in an asylum we both know you are anything but crazy." He casually walked over to the windowsill. It was small and had bars, hardly a view, but it let a minimum amount of light in. Pan thought himself rather generous, providing Rumple with such luxuries.

"In fact you are pretty much the only one who sees things as they really are. But no one will believe you will they?" Pan chuckled. "Must be frustrating."

Rumple stayed still as a mouse, not wanting to give him any satisfaction whatsoever. Hearing him label his current situation as 'frustrating' however, inadvertently made him clench his jaw.

"No. All your talk of spells, magic and curses has them convinced you are right where you belong."

Still no response. The silence was starting to get on his nerves. He didn't come here to be ignored.

"Alright, stay silent if you wish. I just thought you might want to hear how your loved ones are doing, but..."

At this Rumple's eyes shifted. Ever so slightly. If Pan hadn't been observing him so closely he might have missed it.

"Ah so you do still care about them? That's good Rumple, very good."

Very slowly Rumpelstiltskin moved around so that his back was against the wall. In this position he was facing Pan, who was still standing by the tiny window.

"Bae..." was the one word he could manage to croak out after months of not having use for his vocal cords. The image of his beautiful boy was what got him through most days, but already he couldn't picture him clearly anymore. Nor could he recall the sound of his son's voice. The day he realised this, was the day he had broken into a million pieces. It had been the darkest day of all his days here in the asylum. Rumpelstiltskin had little concept of time. For all he knew he could have been trapped for a week or several years.

"Your son? Oh he's safe... in jail."

Pan laughed loudly. "Put there by his very own true love." By the tone of his voice one could tell he found this rather priceless. When he saw the shock on Rumple's face he added, "Don't worry, he'll be out of there soon... That is until he gets himself in trouble again. And trouble does seem to be a friend of his." The fake look of concern made the man on the floor ball his fists. How he longed to just take one good swing at him. He could do it, he was bound to nothing but himself. He could leap up and just...

"As for your precious Belle," his grin turned evil. "I have plans for her." Without warning, Rumpelstiltskin shot up and crashed Pan right into the wall nearly crushing his windpipe with his hand tightly around his father's throat.

"What? Aren't you going to thank me? I've kept her alive haven't I? I've left her alone... for now."

"You miserable piece of..."

"Now is that any way to talk to your father?" Pan growled, taking hold of Rumpelstiltskin's arm and twisting it in a painful angle. It wasn't hard to take him down. He was in a severely weakened state due to the lack of food, water and natural light.

"Where are your manners boy?" The darkness around them made Pan's eyes appear to glow with a demonic sort of fire. Rumple cowered back in his corner. "You stay away from Belle," he muttered softly, not daring to look him in the eye.

In a flash, Pan was beside him, landing a devastating kick to the ribs. "Don't you ever tell me what to do!" He lowered himself to his level and whispered, "I command you Rumple, and everyone else in this town. They bend to my will. Understood? You are nothing and no one even remembers that you are nothing. The fate of your loved ones rests in my hands," he paused for a moment to let the words sink in. Then stood up straight again and tapped the door to let the guard know he was ready to leave. Pan turned back a final time and said, "I'll send Belle your regards."

Additional A/N: As you may have noticed I changed the rating. Some dark stuff is ahead. Ye be warned.