Negotiation
"Why should I help you?" Pan asked. "What're you gonna do for me?"
"Let you live," Bae replied.
"Why?"
"Well, if you're dead, you can't recreate Neverland, now, can you?" Bae recognized instantly the kind of gamble he was making, but he also recognized the circumstances under which he was forced to make it.
"What if I don't want to play that game anymore?"
"If you die, then what other games can you play? You'll have had your 'great adventure,' so what will you do after that? I understand that you don't fear death, and that's actually good for your well-being, but surely you want to have other adventures between now and when you do actually die." Now Bae could tell he spoke to something, because he could see Pan's eyes become less wild, more like those he'd seen in other Lost Boys: filled with longing. "Oh, I see."
"See what?" Pan was back.
"I see that that didn't get us much anywhere." He turned to Morraine and asked, "Any ideas?"
Morraine shrugged. "He seems pretty stubborn to me."
Bae nodded and then looked at Pan. "If you want an adventure before you die, there is a world without magic we can go to. Have you experienced that before?" Pan blinked, and Bae could see the Lost Boy behind Peter's facade once more. "Do you want to? I'm sure what I have in mind can give you that chance."
"An adventure? You wanna go on an adventure?"
"This one, yes."
"Why?"
"I just want to go."
"You never wanna go. That's why you're Weirdo."
"I'm Weirdo because I admit to wanting my family back, and we both have yet to meet another Lost Boy exactly that way."
"You also don't wanna go on adventures with us, or eat the food."
"I don't trust figments of my imagination."
"As fascinating as this is," Morraine said, "we have a negotiation to iron out. You get your adventure," she told Pan, "and we get passage to the land without magic. Simple enough?"
"Yeah," Pan replied.
"Do you agree to it?"
The boy paused. Both could see in his eyes that he was struggling with himself. Finally Peter pushed through, and he said, "I'm not very good with travel, but I can try."
OUAT
Rumpelstiltskin rummaged through book after book, learned nothing, and leaned back in his chair. He was no closer to Bae than when he started searching for something to use that would utilize the connection they had established. Unless Bae had figured something out, they were both stuck on opposite sides of the veil, separated but able to communicate.
Fate could be so, so cruel.