PAN'S POV

The boy was in our hands, the Truest Believer. Sure, his family was on the island, but I wouldn't fail here. In fact it was about time to drop in on them. Or, at least have a look at who was gallantly riding in to save Henry.

I took a peek in at the camp. Two women, one the Evil Queen, the other clearly Henry's biological mother, the Charming's...and old Captain Hook was there too. What an adventure. This group would tear each other apart long before they could reach Henry. Doomed to fail.

"Emma, don't stray too far from camp."

The blonde girl rolled her eyes and looked at Snow and her husband.

"I may be your daughter, but I'm not five years old, either."

"Just be careful, Emma."

Emma. Henry's mother's name was Emma.

Why did that sound familiar?

I shook my head and left. I could feel the longing and hurt that the blonde woman was holding inside, the things she refused to admit about herself. She had parents, but she was an orphan nonetheless. That too sounded familiar...reminded me of something I couldn't quite reach. Oh well. Emma would get a personal greeting from me later. I trekked into the forest, waiting for the party to sleep. The crying would start then, and we would see how this orphan felt.

Emma...Emma...that name did strike something in my mind, though what exactly I wasn't sure.

"Emma," I heard, a whisper behind me. I turned, no one sneaks up on Pan.

The forest behind me was empty.

"Emma...Emma..."

"Show yourself!"

"Emma...Emma..."

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

The voice sighed.

"The name sounds familiar, does it not?"

"Yes. What of it."

"Oh, Peter. How could you forget?"

"Forget what?"

I felt someone move behind me.

"You'll remember."

I was alone, then. Tormenting the group of adventurers would have to wait. I clearly needed sleep, if I was trying to shake off hallucinations. I could wake long before the weeping of the children began, and then Emma Swan would get a taste of the truth.

"Emma. Her name is Emma," the girl said, smiling at me. She held a baby girl in her arms, with big, dark eyes.

"Emma," I said, putting a hand on the baby's head. The baby cried out and the mother stepped back. The two were being strangled, nothing I could do, choking to death, and then they were on fire, I had to step back to avoid the flames. I bumped into Henry, who stood behind me, and his mother stood behind him. I turned to the burning girl, and the babe, and the girl cried the name, over and over again.

"Emma! Emma! Emma!"

I sat up abruptly, jolted from sleep. It had been a dream, a ghastly one at that, but she had been right. I remembered.

"Priya."

"That's right, Peter."

I could see no one, but hands drifted down my chest and I could feel her, her bosom heaving against my back as she breathed.

"You're dead."

"Yes, I have you to thank for that, Peter."

I could feel the phantom hands drifting lower, to a place that had remained untouched for nearly a hundred years. I reached to pull them back, but I saw nothing to pull.

"I loved you, Peter Pan. I loved you so much, and Emma would have loved you too. You made a mistake in burning us, Peter. Neverland was born from fire, and fire in Neverland brings forth new life," she whispered in my ear, "there was a golden fire that flowed through me once, when we spent evenings together."

"That has been long forgotten," I smirked.

"Hardly. I'm yours forever, Peter. Remember when you branded me with your name? I'm afraid I am not so easily forgotten. I know everything, Peter. I know what fate you have planned for Henry. The fate you had planned for our Emma."

"It's the only way for me to stay alive."

"Maybe I don't want that."

I turned around, expecting to see the girl behind me, but there was nothing, yet again. The spirit was angering me.

"Stop looking for me, Pan. You won't see me unless I want you to. If you die, you can be with me. Because as much as I might like to, I cannot leave you."

"Yes you can. Take your ghost baby and go back to the fires you came from," I spat.

"Emma? I cannot take our Emma with me anywhere. She still lives."

"Excuse me?" This spirit girl was speaking nonsense.

"In fact, your daughter is on the island this very moment."

"You're insane. Emma Swan is the daughter-"

"Of Prince Charming and Snow White. I know. I planted her in Snow's belly. Well...her spirit. Snow would name her child Emma, and that child would grow up to be everything that she was meant to be. Biologically she is their daughter. But her spirit is fed by you and me. She is no longer our child, but she has the spirit of our child. You were right, Peter. I was to be the mother of the Truest Believer. But not in any way you could ever have imagined."

"So now what? You plan to kill me, and keep me hostage in a ghostly form?"

"I can't kill you, Pan. But your son, Rumplestiltskin, can."

"How do you know that?" I yelled at empty air. An invisible hand caressed my face.

"I've been on this island, waiting for the spirit of our child to return for a very long time. I've learned everything there is, Peter. That Baelfire was your grandson. That he and Emma are the parents of Henry...and Henry is your great-grandson. I. Know. Everything."

Phantom lips pressed against me, a disturbing sensation. I could not see her, but I could feel her, and that was more than unnerving.

"You can try to make Rumplestiltskin come back and forgive you. He will not. No one will. But one thing is certain- you will fail."

"What do you intend to do then? Convince my son to kill me?"

"He needs no convincing, Pan. I only intend to be behind you at every moment, I will be at your side whispering into your ear every time you speak a lie. I won't let you rest until you pay for what you've done to me and our daughter."

"And then what?" I asked.

There was a long pause before I heard anything.

"Then we can start a new family."

Oh my goodness what am I even writing. I just made the family tree even worse and I am sorry.

CLARIFICATION SO NO ONE HAS TO WORRY ABOUT INCEST.

NO, Emma Swan is not their child. The spirit of Pan and Priya's daughter Emma was given to Snow's womb, so Emma Swan has the SPIRIT of their child, but is not their child.

More to come of this ridiculously insane ride. Also someone shoot me because I have no idea what the fuck I am doing. Thanks for sticking by me! I am so sorry that this is turning into a "what-the-hell-am-I-reading" fic.