A/N: Hey Team! So I managed to play fashion director for my friends formal outfit, lose my phone in a massive city department store, go for a job interview, regain my phone from department store in the space of about 24 hours.
So I'm good and tired. And loving your reviews - its fantastic when I hear people like my stuff. =]

This chapter ended up being heaps long by the time I finished it, so long that it could probably be its own novella, so I split it into two parts. =P

I'll upload part two tomorrow night!
Enjoy. xx

For the First Time: Part I

Present Day

A shiver ran up Indigo's spine as a cool breeze flew through the camp. Indigo's eyes blinked open in the night, the stars of Neverland casting an eerie glow into the room. Her head was using something unusual as a pillow and it was a moment before she realised that the steady rise and fall beneath her was Pan's chest.

As she turned her head to look up at him, she found herself enraptured by his face. It was a curiosity to see him so peaceful and innocent – so beautiful.

She turned her eyes away suddenly, the movement causing him to stir. He turned into her, still asleep, but his body moulding into her shape as he held her in his arms. "Go back to sleep," he finally murmured waking up momentarily, "The sun's hours away."

Indigo knew it was, but she also didn't know when the next time she would see Pan like this would be. And so she had no hesitations in reaching up towards him and pressing her lips to his gently. His inhibitions down, he kissed her back slowly and held her tightly before pulling away and whispering, "Go back to sleep."

Sleep found Indigo quickly. It was hours before the sun came up and she was deeply out of it before then. However, the dawn woke Peter to the sight of Indigo's face, scrunched in frustration, as though she was having a bad dream.

His hand traced the outline of her face in her sleep, curling her hair in his fingers. He wouldn't let it show, but he felt a pang when he genuinely realised the length of it. It barely reached her shoulders now; he supposed, she'd moved with the times. But there was a time when her hair had glowed as she danced. When her skin was soft and new and she was young-

But he had to remind himself once again; however much she resembled her, this was not his princess.

When Indigo finally awoke half an hour later, it was to find Pan at the edge of the bed, knees curled up to his chest, looking the most vulnerable she had ever seen him. Certainly there had been moments in their talking last night but this was under the light of day. At any moment, he could be called by the lost boys and this boy would never be seen again.

As though he heard her eyelids open, he said strongly, "Anabelle."

Indigo's heart skipped a beat as he said the name. He turned around to face her, his eyes the most humane she had seen them; and also the most pained. "You asked me last night if I'd ever loved anyone. Her name was Anabelle."

"What…what happened to her?"

"It was a long time ago," he said softly, not having thought about it in a long time and not too sure what to feel. "I guess she's dead."

The Enchanted Forest – 294 years ago…

"You've improved," Killian complimented as Anabelle jumped out of the way of his sword. "That's good. Parry, parry, thrust, duck…" his voice trailed off as she continued with her movements without his input. Killian Jones was reluctant to admit it, but she was a fast learner. It had been weeks on the sea and the only problem left were her feet. But that was a lesson for tomorrow.

As they came to the end of their fight, her sword at his neck and his beneath her ribcage, Jones smiled, "Very well done Princess."

Anabelle didn't mind Killian calling her that. He did it mockingly usually, but the genuine nature of his comment threw her off. Taking a drink from her water skin, she went to lean back against the railing as Jones took a seat on the stair beside her.

"I'm not too sure about Anabelle anymore Jones," she started, looking out across the horizon as the sun set. "It just seems so…"

"Remnant of an age of your life that is long past?"

"Why do you speak like that?" she enquired, shaking her head. "Anyway, I was thinking I need something newer. Moving with the times."

"You don't want to pick your own name?" Jones asked.

"I didn't get a choice the first time," she shrugged, turning around to look out over the sea. Killian walked over to join her saying, "Well, my parents gave me the name Killian – I don't think I'm the best authority on names."

"I like Killian," Anabelle answered, looking over at him with a small smile. As he looked down at her, he saw the colours of the sky reflected in the water of her eyes and said smoothly, "Indigo."

"Indigo," Anabelle repeated, looking over at Killian with a smile spreading across her face. "I love it. See, you ought to have more faith in your naming abilities."

"Well then Indigo," Jones began, seeing the shine in her eyes, "shall we have dinner?"

"One moment," Indigo said, stopping him as he began to walk towards his quarters. "We're both completely sober now."

"What do you-"

This time it was Indigo who closed the distance between them, threading her hands up around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. Killian's hands wound themselves around her waist as she moved her lips against his. As she felt the thrill of it, Indigo wondered again why she'd never found anyone else. With that, she stopped to breath, his nose touching hers affectionately as he said, "I did actually want to have dinner."

"Let's go then," she replied with a smile. His hand didn't leave hers as they walked to his quarters.

Present Day

Pan left abruptly after his admission. Indigo's astonished eyes looked after the empty space behind him in horrified realisation. He remembered.

Somewhere, deep inside of him, a heart still existed. Covered by darkness that was slowly fading, the boy was changing. And yet, he didn't see that she stood right in front of him. It was as though the years of darkness had clouded his eyes. He remembered the word of love…but did he remember the feeling?

This was no longer the boy she knew, just as she was no longer the simple princess. Indigo had spent so long looking at him and not even seeing Peter – this boy…this ancient and eternal boy…was Pan. His heart was cruel and hardened by Neverland. And now, as she felt her heart's shock fading into a sense of calm, all she could question was her resolve. Now, more than ever, she wanted to make Pan see his own heart.

And yet the marks upon her neck had barely faded, and her resolve was faltering. She questioned if this was Pan undoing a thousand years of the world changing her. She was weak here – turning back into Anabelle. Indigo needed the strength – the strength to free the lost boys. But she didn't know if she could. She didn't know if she could send Pan to his demise. No, that was her problem. She was falling back in love with the boy…

The boy who once told her to never look back.

The Enchanted Forest – 294 Years Ago…

"What's this?"

Indigo held between her fingers a fine silver bracelet that she'd discovered in Killian's desk drawer. It glinted with the light of the morning sun through the open window.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Killian replied, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms sneakily around her waist. "I couldn't bring myself to sell it."

"Because you stole it," Indigo replied haughtily, the moment broken. She dropped it back in the drawer.

"Would you believe me if I told you it was given to me?"

"Someone expected you to wear it?" Indigo almost laughed.

"Actually, it was a thank you," he replied, "for saving someone's life."

"Do you do that often Killian?" Indigo enquired doubtfully. "There isn't exactly anyone around here to save."

"We don't always spend our days upon the sea Indigo," he continued, walking towards the window. "To be honest, I've been avoiding land until you're ready to fight."

"You don't think I'm ready yet?" she said in shock, sliding her sword from its sheath quickly. "Do you want to test that?"

The captain looked at her and burst out laughing.

"So maybe yes, you can get me in a position where you could possibly kill me," Killian began, "But could you do it without killing yourself? And when you think about it, would you slit my throat princess?"

"Don't call me princess," she said angrily, backing away from Killian and out of his quarters. But he followed her, goading her into an argument. She had a new name; he shouldn't be calling her that anymore.

"You're so afraid of who you are," Killian continued. "If you aren't certain, that will get you killed someday."

"I'm a seven hundred year old sorcerer that you really don't wanna get pissed off," Indigo replied, turning back to him. He saw a flash of red in her eyes as her fists clenched. But Jones had given away his fear of her magic over a week ago. Sure, he'd never seen her really angry…frustrated maybe, but angry, no.

"So you know I'm right then," Jones answered.

"I know that you have no idea what I'm capable of," Indigo answered, feeling the rage building into heat in her palms.

"I know that you have no idea what Pan is capable of!" Killian almost yelled in frustration. "That shadow that you want to fight, the one that stalks Neverland, is a boy. Manipulative and magical, yes, but he controls that island. And if you want to live, you have to be able to beat him at his own game."

"Then I'll simply play my own game," Indigo replied forcefully, her rage fading as Killian's words began to make sense in her mind.

"Fine," Jones said, giving up and beginning to walk away. But a moment later, he felt a sharp nudge at his spine and realised Indigo had her sword at his back.

"You questioned whether I could kill?" her voice came from behind him. He was quick at ducking her sword and flicking his foot out to trip her. Pulling her sword from her grasp, Killian held her there with it hovering above Indigo's heart.

"Your footwork needs attending to," he reminded himself, avoiding her question before dropping the sword on the ground and walking away, leaving her with her own reminiscent thoughts.

Present Day

It was a lazy day in Neverland. Nobody was doing much as the sun shone into the camp. As Indigo walked out of her treehouse, she glanced around for something to do, finding most boys were still sleeping. Except one, who was lying on a log, blowing small magical clouds into the air.

"So Felix," Indigo began, sitting beside the stoic boy. "Now that we're on the same side, mind sharing the truth behind your magic?"

"We're not on the same side," Felix replied monotonously, sitting up and looking at her curiously out of the corner of his eye. "I was willing to help you while you were still fighting him. But you're the same as him."

Indigo thought for a moment before realisation came crashing down upon her. "You're a traitor to Pan?" she hissed.

"That's such a strong word," Felix replied, swinging backwards, "I prefer...disillusioned."

"Then we're still on the same side Felix," Indigo said eagerly. "You want out of here? We can do it together."

"I never said I wanted to leave," Felix replied. "I still remain loyal to the lost boys."

"You're going to let Pan boss you around because of some sick sense of loyalty?"

"You do," Felix replied, looking at her pointedly.

She stopped for a moment before conceding, "Point taken. But you're not in my position, so why are you still here. It couldn't be that you believe Pan can change."

"No," Felix said wearily, the barest hint of emotion in his voice. "I don't."

"But you still have hope?" Indigo asked curiously, gazing at Felix in a questioning manner. How long had this boy been here? To believe that Peter could change…he must have known him before he became Pan. And that…that was a very long time.

"Look at me," Indigo said gently. Felix glanced up at her quickly before returning his eyes to the ground. It was as though he didn't want to look at her because he was adverse to the mere thought of her being a lost girl – she supposed, she was the first of her kind. And yet, in that moment, Indigo realised the truth of Felix's nature; his actions in helping her, his loyalty to Pan.

She remembered the glimpse of ancient power that she had seen in his eyes and breathed in a slow gasp before letting out, "Merlin's power. It passed to you."

It wasn't a question. Her words were merely a confirmation of everything she'd missed in the past week. His powers in healing, his wordless fire-starting – it was simplistic – but it had true magic written all over it. And the only people who knew true magic were her and Merlin-

"And Pan," Felix said. For a moment he almost looked surprised with himself.

"You gave away your magic?" Indigo asked, turning to face him more comfortably, getting ready for a sit-in with Felix. She crossed her legs and sat easily upon the log, waiting to hear what he had to say. To her, letting go of magic was extremely hard. And she wondered why…and how…Felix had managed such a feat.

"I didn't need it." Or want it, Indigo realised, or even know how to use it properly. That was what let him give it away. Indigo had never had the want to get rid of her magic. She had been the one to seek it out, yet Felix, well; he didn't exactly have the biggest choice.

"I'm sorry," Indigo admitted finally, her face a little frustrated. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to train you."

"That's impossible," Felix replied, staring up at her. "You would have to be a older than a thousand years-"

"So would you," Indigo said, feeling stupid for letting on how old she was. "But that was one of Merlin's last requests; that I train the one who came after him. And I'm sorry. When he died, everything he left became mine to pass onto you. But in the days when magic was outlawed, I couldn't risk people finding it – so I burnt it all. There's nothing left now."

"Would I have been more powerful?" Felix asked after a moment of taking in her words. "If I'd been trained."

"You probably wouldn't have unintentionally given away so much magic to Pan," Indigo confessed. With all of Merlin's magic he could have flown like she could, he would be able to bring people back from the brink of death and he could have created portals with his bare hands. Now however, those abilities were gone. Merlin's magic was split between Pan and Felix and Felix had been reduced to barely anything.

"We could start," Indigo said suddenly. "Training you I mean. Merlin built upon the magic he inherited, I'm sure we could do the same for you."

"It's too late Indigo," Felix replied finally. "Besides, this world is dying. There's a reason why we need the truest believer. There is more to magic than channelling our souls."

"Is there really?" Indigo's brow furrowed. "It seems an awful lot like channelling belief. Did you ever think that you and Pan have the ability to fix the world without this child?"

"Oh I did," Felix replied, finally standing up. Looking back at the girl he replied with a small touch to the scar on his face, "Then Pan gave me this."