A/N: Hey guys! Part two is here! Thanks for the reviews. =]
And again, for canon reasons and the fact that everyone's back story episodes seem to be airing precisely when I need them not to, I won't be updating again until after I've seen the next episode and probably drastically altered my mermaid subplot. In saying that though, look forward to the introduction of Ariel!
More Hook action in this chapter; and more Pan regression. *cheers*
Here we go! xx
For the First Time: Part II
The Enchanted Forest – 294 Years Ago
"I'm sorry Killian," Indigo started, looking at herself in the reflection of the window pane. "I was being a jerk, even though I was definitely right." She stopped there. That wasn't the way to work an apology. Starting her rehearsal again she said, "I'm really actually sorry about what I did the other night…I'm sorry for – I-rrgh!" Indigo groaned, collapsing onto the window seat in frustration with both herself and Killian. She knew he was right about her footwork, but that didn't mean she wanted to admit it.
As he walked into the room, she bolted upright to her feet. He didn't look at her as she began, "Killian, I'm-"
"Sorry," he finished. "It would have been more effective if you hadn't spent the last twenty minutes figuring out how to say it. These doors don't exactly keep sound in."
"Well...I am okay," she said, frowning and crossing her arms defensively. Looking over at her, he laughed at her frustration, which didn't make her feel any better. But he crossed the room quickly, taking her hand with his own and said, "Apology accepted. And yes, I could have handled it better too. So I'm sorry as well."
Indigo sighed as she looked up at him, "It's been a week and you're already making me mad."
"Isn't that the beginning of all great love stories," he laughed, leaning into her and touching his lips gently to hers. Maybe it was, she thought, or maybe it was the precursor to all tragedies.
Present Day
"Hey you," Pan said happily, coming up behind Indigo as she flicked through the pages of Dracula, a little bored by Stoker's writing. She was backed up against a tree as Pan leaned over and formed a face of disgust when he saw what she was reading. "I don't know why I kept that book."
"It's a signed copy," Indigo said without looking up, pretending to be rapidly immersed in the book. She'd calmed herself down over the course of the day and Pan's humanity was almost a distant memory. But she knew that the moment she looked up at him, all of her work would be undone.
"I have a present for you," Pan tried again, to get her attention, but still she didn't move. "Indigo."
Resigned, she closed the book and looked up at him wearily, "I don't need anything Pan."
"This isn't about a need," Pan answered. "This is a want. Come on, there's only a few hours before the sun sets."
Indigo look out at the sky and was shocked at how low the sun had already gotten. Time passed differently in Neverland, but she guess she'd never realised how differently it passed. It was only a few moments before she remembered that she'd forgotten to count the days she'd spent here. Indigo tried counting back. It couldn't have been more than a week…could it?
She reached out to take Pan's outstretched hand hesitantly. To forget to count…what else was she forgetting? She couldn't forget her mission; she couldn't forget that Pan was a monster – could she?
The Enchanted Forest – 294 years ago…
"Don't leave yourself unsteady at any time," Killian as saying as she fought one of his crewmen. "Keep your feet light but firm."
"That's an oxymoron and you know it," Indigo called back as she jumped out of the way of an oncoming attack.
"Did you just call me a moron?" Killian asked as he continued circling the fight, examining her feet carefully.
"Oxymor- never mind."
Her concentration returned to the fight. Indigo's eyes followed the sword as she felt her feet. She knew her surroundings, and it was a matter of knowing whether or not she was going to be able to use them to get the upper hand and not be hindered by them, that would let her win this fight. When she saw a rope curling its way across the deck, Indigo manoeuvred her way across the deck, still crossing swords with the pirate, before he slipped and tripped, the fight over as Indigo flung the sword from his hand. It landed with a clang on the deck.
A slow clap from Killian made her smile. But as he did so he said, "I mean, you were supposed to be watching your footwork, not his. But I admire your thinking."
"Alright," she continued, barely even puffed. "Your turn."
His eyes widened in a question before he warned, "I'm not going to hold back."
"I wouldn't ask you to," she smiled, her arms wide as he pulled out his sword and swung it about. "Showoff."
"Pirate," he smirked in response before lunging towards her.
Present Day
"Pan," Indigo warned as his hand covered her eyes secretively. "If you're leading me to my death, at least let me watch."
"You're an impatient one Indigo. Just wait a few moments."
Indigo sighed as Pan let her forward in complete darkness. She'd never realised how soft his breath was until now. It seemed the loss of sight had made her other senses a little more attuned. So attuned that she could smell Neverland blooming around her and taste the scent of newness in the air. How could Felix say that Neverland was dying?
Pan stopped suddenly, whispering, "Alright. We're here."
"Are you going to push me off a cliff?"
Pan laughed, "It would be interesting to see if you avoid it."
She felt her cheeks reddening in a blush. Wait…blushing? She, Indigo Garcia, was blushing? That was almost a human impossibility. And yet, Pan, complimenting her on magical ability, made her a little embarrassed. She shook the thought from her mind as he removed his hands suddenly. Indigo blinked her eyes momentarily before they adjusted to the light of the setting sun.
The sky of Neverland was lit up in a rainbow of coloured clouds. And whilst she was standing on the edge of a cliff; oh what she would have given to jump off and fly across Neverland. From here, the entire coastline could be seen for miles. From the Echo Caves to the Eastern Bay, the land was dotted with a sea of trees and rivers…
Pan looked at her face as she took in the surroundings. It turned from confusion to wondrous awe. Dusk was the most beautiful time of day in Neverland, it was the reason why he'd not left the island in centuries. He found himself waiting for it every day, and now, as he saw Indigo's happiness, he found himself anticipating tomorrow that little bit more.
The Enchanted Forest – 294 years ago…
"You aren't ready yet," Killian said with a sigh, breathing out heavily as Indigo's sword lay dangerously close to cutting through his windpipe. She sat atop him with a smug grin on her face that faltered as he said that. Sheathing her sword, she leaned down, channelling the tension into a searing kiss.
"You're only saying that," she answered against his lips, "So that I won't leave."
"No," he answered softly, rubbing his nose against hers affectionately as he looked at her carefully, "If I wanted that, I'd tell you that I love you."
"And do you?" she inquired, curious to hear his response, but also a little scared.
"Oh Indigo," he replied, sitting up as she got off him quickly. He moved to walk back into his cabin.
"No Captain," she stated adamantly, the sword that he'd left behind now at his back. "I asked you a question."
"You still wouldn't," he murmured, looking back at her over his shoulder, referring to the sword at his back and her resolve to kill anyone. She sheathed it quickly and grasped at his arm firmly, forcing him to face her.
"I would," she said lowly, eying him carefully as the words she was reluctant to admit finally graced her lips, "I have."
"You've stared someone in the eyes and watched them die by your hand?" Killian asked, he sounded almost guilty. Dealing out death was a scar upon him, just as it was for her.
She was quiet for a moment. "Yes."
"Then do you really want to darken your heart any more?" Killian asked quietly, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear as he gazed at her tenderly, the care he had for her plain across his face.
"If it served the greater good," Indigo said slowly. "Then yes I would. I will free Neverland."
Killian Jones looked at her with a hopeless sigh, before turning into his cabin, and closing Indigo out.
She paced across the deck for almost two hours, the barest glimpses of dusk around her turning into night. He was a pirate! As if he could judge her like this. Indigo's frustrations mounted, turning momentarily into rage until she let it go, a breeze across the open water, and came to face the carved wooden doors in anticipation, pushing them open easily with a new found resolve.
Indigo's eyes immediately zoomed to where Hook sat, watching the night fly past through the window. He was annoyed with her, but he was still going to let her have the bed. Indigo wasn't quite tired yet, and sitting next to him with her knees on the cushions, she started, "I'll only do it as a last resort."
Killian, whose eyes had avoided her up until then nodded and replied, "Thank you."
"You never did answer me," Indigo continued referring to her question before his large sidetrack. "I think I deserve an answer."
"Yes you do," Killian replied, looking up into her eyes and seeing in her, the same spark that fired in him. He leaned forward and kissed her. He was gentle, her innocence plain upon her face for a seven hundred year old sorcerer, but she'd waited for so long that she wanted him, all of him.
Grasping at his shoulders, her lips moved with ferocity that he struggled to challenge. Holding her by the waist, he pulled her closer and held her against him as he fell back into the wood on the corner of the window seat. Indigo wasted no time in climbing on top of him, breathing heavily as he grew distracted momentarily by her hair. Pulling it from its tied confines, he let it fall about her shoulders as she bent down once more to his lips. She attacked them fiercely as Killian's hands began to roam up and down her body. His lips kissed their way down her neck and to the edge of her collarbone.
"Indigo," he murmured into her skin as she fought to control her breathing, shocked by the escalation of events. She looked down at his face and brought his lips to hers gently. Killian almost groaned at the loss of her as she climbed off him, but taking him by the hand, she merely crossed the room, the rest of the night lost in far better times.
Present Day
Indigo Garcia and Peter Pan sat atop that cliff until every star had appeared in the night sky. Her head sank into his shoulder comfortably as they watched the moonlight racing down the waterfalls and into the rivers that led to the ocean.
"Why are you like this Pan?"
"Hmm?" he questioned, looking down at her glowing auburn hair. She tilted her head back and her deep blue eyes met his.
"Why do you bring me out here to show me the wonders of this world? You already call me a lost girl, but you feel the need to lose me to Neverland still."
"You still carry a love of the old world," Pan replied. "You spend your days reading books."
"Books that belong to you," she commented, finding it a little bit stranger now that she thought about it. If Pan was so happy here, why did he carry remnants of other worlds and other times? Was it not better to live in the moment – to be lost? Unless of course, he was beyond that.
But how could you be beyond lost? It would be a dark hole of nothingness. To not belong anywhere, but to not care…
"We'd better head back," Pan said in response, shifting out from underneath her. She took the outstretched arm that he gave to help her up with ease. And with a glint in his eyes he said, "Wanna take a short cut?"
"A short cu-"
She gasped as Pan took her by the waist and jumped off the cliff. It was a long way down and she laughed the entire way. But it was as though they were challenging each other, to see who would be the first to pull out of the fall.
It was Pan who began flying instead of falling first. Mind you, ten seconds later he was flying up beside Indigo over the forest with an open rose in his hand. Within a second, it was blurring into a blue colour, mirroring the sea and falling apart in a shower of petals that flew about her in a whirlwind of beauty. She looked at them in wonder, and over at Pan's face shining with glee, before smiling brilliantly.
She sped through the air towards the camp, Pan chasing her the entire way. He finally caught her feet as they tumbled into the camp, dirt spinning around them as they landed, laughing in the dirt of the floor. Pan wiped away the hair from her face and kissed her passionately through their laughter.
"Eww!"
Meron's voice led the lost boys' cries as they spotted Pan and Indigo, who hurried to stand up and dust themselves off. Felix came walking past casually, eyeing Indigo with wide knowing eyes and a voice that would have been whistling offhandedly if he hadn't been eating as he went.
"Alright boys, back to your food. Nothing to see here," Pan said, jumping into the circle and grabbing some of the collection for himself. Indigo looked at them all and smiled before settling down between Lainor and Felix and pulling up a plate.
The Enchanted Forest – 294 Years Ago…
"Oh God Killian," Indigo said as she looked at what he had hidden in his cupboard. She pulled out a short piece of thin rope that he had stashed in there and asked, "Do I even want to know why you have this in here?"
"I don't know," he murmured, coming up behind her and kissing along her shoulder distractingly, "Do you want to know?"
She hesitated for a moment before putting it back and closing the door quickly, wiggling her way out of his grasp and back into the clothes that she picked up from next to her bed. Indigo threw Killian's shirt back at him hurriedly and pulled her own clothing back on. Jones seemed confused, making his way over to her and gently touching the back of her shoulder.
"Is something wrong?" he asked quietly. "I didn't hurt you or anything…"
"No," she replied softly, "I imagine that hurt less than it was supposed to because of my magic."
"Then why – "
"How many were there before me?" Indigo asked suddenly, turning around sharply and sitting on his bed, looking up at him expectantly. He didn't look much older than she did, three or four years at most and it was a question that had plagued her for a while. Killian Jones was a handsome man with a charisma that had forced an entire crew into piracy, surely he'd had women before her.
He replied quickly, "The rope is actually just for prisoners."
"How many Killian?," she repeated calmly as he knelt down to her and touched her face gently.
"Only you," he replied honestly. "I haven't exactly had many women aboard this ship in the year that we've roamed the ocean. A decent reputation takes time to establish."
"And before then?"
"It would've been bad form," he replied with a small smirk.
Indigo breathed out as she kissed him lightly. She wasn't sure she believed him; after all, he was a pirate. But as she looked up at his satisfied smug face she merely asked, "And what shall we do today then Captain?"
"Well," he started, "Perhaps it's time for your final trial. Let's see if you're really ready-"
"Captain!" a voice interrupted from the crow's nest. "Land ho!"
Present Day
"You know, Indigo," Pan said coming across the camp to sit next to her as the lost boys threw darts at a nearby tree, "that name doesn't suit you."
She raised her eyebrows at him and enquired, "Oh? And what would you have me called Pan?"
"Do you know what they call the animal who stalks the night in another world?"
"There are a lot," she frowned, wondering where he was going. Was he calling her an animal?
"Tigers," Pan began, walking towards her. "Tigerlily."
"Lily?" Indigo screwed up her face in distain. Although, the irony was not lost on her – the flower of purity and progress as her name when with one look at Pan and herself you could see that that was definitely not the case.
"You don't like it," Pan stated, his face falling before he realised and hardened it once more.
"No," Indigo hesitated, "I do. It's just…I feel as though a new name…"
She trailed off. A new name meant it was real. It meant that she'd finally given in to him. It meant that everything she had been feeling for the past two days was actually verified. She would actually be a lost girl. She wouldn't be Indigo anymore.
But maybe that was a good thing...
"Tigerlily?" she repeated before asking, "Can it be a middle name?"
Pan laughed, before turning to her, a cheeky glimmer in his eyes, "Only if I can call you Indie."
"Deal," she smiled, standing up as the fire began to die. This time it was her who left Pan sitting by the fire as she went upstairs. She caught a petal that had wound its way into her hair and looked at it once more. It carried a certain air about it – a remnant – a mark of Pan's magic. She placed it in his desk draw for safe keeping as he began to climb the ladder. Indigo crossed the room lightly as he came up the stairs.
His eyes were smiling as he reached for her face, cupping it delicately as he placed his lips upon hers. Pan held her head lightly without force as hers clutched at his waist, undoing his belt slowly as he learned the contours of her face.
"You don't have to do this," she murmured as she pushed at the material of his shirt. She wasn't sure why she said it, but Pan was taking his time to know her. This…this felt right. This should have been their first time.
"I need you," Pan said lowly. It was the closest thing that he had in his vocabulary to the word love. And in anybody else's eyes, that night, Pan and Indie made love for the first time.
The Enchanted Forest – 294 years ago…
Killian Jones was fast asleep as Indigo slid from her bed that night.
As she put on her clothes, she stared out the window, seeing the land to which she was headed. She didn't have very much on her, sheathing a sword in her belt, a dagger in her boot and her hair in a braid. But as she crossed the room quietly, a small flicker of silver caught her eye. Killian's treasure was still hidden in his drawer. And as she stared at his sleeping body, she looked back down at the bracelet and grasped it between her fingers, sliding it over her wrist as she made her way out of his cabin.
Jones had said, that to beat the enemy in Neverland, she'd need to be manipulative and magical. She'd learnt all she could here; now it was time to save Neverland. It was time to leave this pirate to go pirating without her plaguing his mind; and him plaguing hers.
Indigo didn't look back as she took to the sky, landing in a small town miles away where she broke down, realising what she had left behind - the guilt burning and eating at her soul - simply for the greater good. And she cried.
Present Day
Pan's eyes shot open as he felt the sharp pain in his palms that meant someone had torn a hole in the fabric of Neverland. He jumped out of bed quickly, causing Indigo to stir in her sleep.
"What's wrong?" she murmured.
"Nothing Indie," he replied, brushing aside her hair affectionately. "Go back to sleep."
He pulled out his desk draw quietly, spotting a blue petal that Indie must have put there and gave a small smile, pulling out the small vial that lay beside it. Holding it up to his eye level he gave it a small shake as it glowed green. Ah Tinkerbell, he thought momentarily, this was indeed a marvellous gift. Stringing it about his neck, he pulled on his clothes quickly and went down the stairs, giving a short melodic tune on his flute. A selection of lost boys – the elite, older ones – led by Felix made their way quickly down their ladders to meet Pan in the middle of the campsite.
"Grab your weapons boys," Pan said, "But be quiet about it. This is a task of stealth."
"What would you have me do?" Felix asked, standing before Pan, awaiting orders.
"These people, you know they're a liability. But I need the boy alone to check the true nature of his heart. I'll send the shadow with you. Do what you must to the pawns; but leave the boy to me."
Pan shrugged a scarf out of his pocket and wrapped it around his neck as he asked Felix, "I need a hood or something. You got one?"
Felix waved his hand downwards and a thick rag came flying out of his treehouse, landing in Peter's outstretched hands. As he threw it on over his clothes Felix stated, "You look like a lost boy again."
"And that, Felix," Pan said, covering his identity with the raggedy cloak, "is exactly what I need to get Henry."