A/N: Hey team! So this is the reason for upping to the M Rating. I actually really like this chapter, it really emphasises the different type of person that Pan is now to how he was then. Anyway…
Enjoy!xx

Destroy

It was late afternoon by the time Indigo awoke. Sunlight streamed in through the window as she tried to take a step forward. But apparently she had no more leeway than she had in the tent. She could take only a few steps forward and that barely allowed her to reach the bowl of water that was sitting in the corner of the room.

And so throughout the day, she wondered the ways that she could change Pan. She knew that over the years, people had come to kill him and none had succeeded, but that had never been her intention. Wendy had wanted her to convince Pan that the heart of the truest believer could be found back home, and get him to leave Neverland for a land without magic. There, he would be powerless, and she could uphold his demise.

But Indigo knew that wouldn't be easy. Pan thought he had her in the palm of his hand, which, if she was to truly admit it, stuck in these chains she kind of was.

Her day was lonely and the camp was quiet. No lost boy came to find her, but she suspected they didn't know where Pan was keeping her anymore. Only one person came to see her, and that was Pan, as the sun was setting and the camp flooded with sound.

"How was your day?" Indigo asked, feigning interest as she leaned into the wooden wall.

"We fought some mermaids in the cove," Pan replied as he dropped his bow and arrow on the chest at the foot of his bed. He looked at the dark blue blood on the end of his sword and continued evenly, "They should learn to not touch land."

"You really don't want to talk to me do you?" Indigo enquired, in reference to his unfeeling statements as Pan sat on his desk, facing her. His face returned to its interested façade, gazing at her curiously. Wheels turned in his mind, she could see it as he watched her. She was too strong – too adept at lying – for him to trust anything she said, so he simply wasn't going to talk to her. He was simply going to try and break her. He didn't know she was beyond that.

The boys' fire roared into the night as usual and she ticked off mentally her third day on the island. They all retired to bed earlier than normal, Pan's music turning melancholy and slow much quicker than it normally did. It was barely midnight when he returned to the tree house, his flute thrown on the ground, as he turned upon her, the night in his eyes.

For a moment, Pan looked at her, touching her face tenderly, but the next his lips were on hers, hungrily. His hands weren't holding her in place this time, but rather her chains. If this was going anywhere near where she thought it was going, she was hoping they wouldn't stay there for too long.

But as Pan pulled her closer and she felt his need for her, she realised that this was a teenage boy trapped on an island from a time long past. And he may try to fool her, but he had never done this before.

She began to smirk into his kiss as the boy pushed her back against the tree house wall.

"What's so funny?" he murmured, breathing so closely to her.

"You're not as intimidating as you think you are," she smiled.

Pan pushed her against the wall once more. It was acutely uncomfortable, but she wanted to hear his reaction. Only there was none. It came physically, his lips assaulting her neck and collarbone. He tried to prove that he wasn't as innocent as she thought he was, but she doubted him; her intuition was quite attuned.

"Let me out of these chains Pan," she ordered softly.

"So that you can run off?"

"So that we can do this properly," Indigo replied, staring at him evenly. She knew that with his magical barrier surrounding the tree house she'd take a while to figure out how to get out of there. Pan knew this too, so it was only a matter of time before she found her hands free. At that moment she could've done anything. Indigo could've called upon any training she had, to fight Pan – to make him feel pain. She could have attacked him with magic so forceful that his body would crack and turn to dust.

Instead, she pushed herself off the wall and into him – kissing him back.

A thousand years ago…

"Peter!"

The young princess was running up the hill on the other side of the forest. When he saw her he held out his open arms. They embraced warmly, the girl almost crying with happiness. It had been almost a week since her engagement to Prince Fiori and she had been scared, oh so scared, that Peter would not have come for her.

"I have a gift for you," she said as they sat side together in the grass, her head lying restfully in his lap. She passed the flute to him from her bag as he looked at it carefully, examining the runes carved into the underside of the pipes and observed, "It's magic, isn't it?"

"It will only sound for us," the princess said, looking up at his face with a wide smile. "Will you play my lullaby? No one can hear us now – this is our time."

He put the pipes to his lips and began to play her tune. Her eyes began to close with the sound of it. But as he played for her, she heard a different tone in the song, and it was saddening. The Princess knew that the music was all Peter's own, and she wondered why it would suddenly become sad – why, perhaps Peter had become sad.

"Peter," she started suddenly, turning to sit and face him. "I'm not going to marry the Prince."

Peter stopped playing abruptly as he looked at her with dropping eyes. "It's already been arranged. The entirety of both kingdoms knows the news."

"I'm going to run away with you," she explained as though it was the simplest thing in the world. But Peter turned his eyes away. The princess pulled his face back to hers gently, whispering closely to him as the grass surrounding them moved quietly in the breeze. There was nothing around for miles. "I will go anywhere with you Peter."

"I love you Princess," Peter muttered.

"Please Peter," the girl smiled, touching his face gently, "No more princess."

He breathed in gently as she said with a cheeky smile, "I love you, Peter Pan."

Peter gave a small laugh at the sound of the name his princess had given him. He supposed, he no longer had to be Peter of Panenai if she no longer had to be a princess.

"I love you too…Anabelle."

Present Day

The morning revealed Indigo's place in an empty bed. She didn't know when Pan had left, but she didn't particularly care. But, as she used the sheet to cover herself, she tried to find her clothes around the room. Of course, that led her to realise that the room around her had changed.

Pan's belongings from his desk were strewn across the floor and one of his smaller bookshelves had fallen onto the floor. She crawled over onto the bed and saw hand prints that had pulled imprints on the headboard. Her eyes widened as last night's events hit her suddenly and she remembered what her and Pan had done. One look around the room and you could see the destructive nature of it.

She used the bowl of water that hadn't moved from the corner yesterday to wash her clothing, but it was a few more hours of laying it on the windowsill before she could even touch it. Instead she found herself a few strings and, wrapped the sheet around herself in a makeshift dress. She had to assume it looked good because there was no one around to tell her otherwise.

But as she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the empty chains, she only hoped that she knew what she was doing. She had to make Pan trust her. She had to make him see that once, he wasn't lost. Once upon a time, he was one half of the greatest love story ever told.

Only now, he had forgotten how to love.