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Carried Away

Indigo awoke the next morning to the breaking of dawn. Gently removing Pan's arm from around her, she slid off the bed, pulling her clothing on quickly, realising that her bracelet had fallen out of her pocket. Quickly, she slipped it back on, realising as she did so that a charm was missing from it. Her dagger.

Looking curiously over at Pan she wondered if he had taken it – but it would have no significance to him. She could only assume that she'd lost it somewhere on the way to his camp, or perhaps in the swim to the island. But either way, she put the other bracelet, the one she didn't recognise, back in her pocket, and flew out of the window, landing silently on the ground.

The camp was still asleep in the moments before the dawn. Upon the ground, a half built house was growing as a place for Henry to sleep, but at that moment, he lay upon the ground, the weather warm enough to sleep without a blanket.

"You're quite bad at pretending to be asleep," Indigo commented, bending down to his height. He peeked open one eye and sighed, sitting upright as she sat down in front of him.

"You don't seem like the others," Henry commented.

"Indigo," she replied, holding out her hand, "Or as Pan likes to call me, Indigo Tigerlily."

"Tigerlily?" Henry asked, taking her hand and shaking it quickly. "Are you one of the Indians?"

Indigo's brow furrowed, "If you mean the tribespeople…they were wiped out almost three hundred years ago."

"Oh," Henry's face fell. "Never mind."

There was a moment's silence before Henry continued, "You're the only girl here."

"Yep," she replied with a large smile, "So don't feel like I'm intimidating."

"I'm not scared of Pan," Henry answered, "My family's coming for me."

This child was so sure. In curiosity, Indigo held out her hand, palm open. It was an innocent gesture, but as Henry stared at her curiously she said, "I just want to find out who you are Henry. I guess, you could say I'm a friend but I doubt you'd believe me. Let's just say I'm not an enemy."

Henry's eyes still looked at her doubtfully, but he said, "My mother's pretty good at telling when people are lying. I feel like I can trust you." His hand dropped onto hers lightly and she felt the quick zing of dormant magic.

"Trust isn't a word to throw around lightly in Neverland Henry," Indigo warned as she read all she could from him and dropped his hand. Her face became a small smile as she discovered the basics of who this boy was. Heart of the truest believer? Definitely. But where did that belief come from-

Why from the most optimistic people that she knew.

"Your family," Indigo began in hopeful anticipation, "they include Snow White and Prince David?"

"Yes," Henry said slowly, taking a small inch backwards. "Why?"

"They will definitely come for you," Indigo smiled. "I know them."

"You know my grandparents?" Henry asked in shock.

"Your grandparents…oh no," Indigo gasped. "Did…did the curse get cast?"

"Twenty eight years ago," Henry frowned. "How could you possibly know my grandparents?"

"You're sitting in a world that doesn't move Henry," Indigo explained. "Also, I'm a pretty powerful sorcerer."

"Just like my mum."

"Your mum is a sorcerer?"

Henry nodded, "Regina."

Indigo's eyes widened before she looked at him doubtfully, knowing that the ancestry didn't make sense. Henry rectified it quickly, "Adoptive mum."

"That makes more sense," Indigo nodded. "I'm actually, well, I was, pretty good friends with Snow and David. I was there when they got married; gave them a pretty epic book about an old friend of Snow's. As well as being the token performing magician. Henry, that was a very good wedding."

"My mum crashed it," Henry frowned. "I don't remember reading anything about you."

"Well I wasn't exactly one of the most important people of the night was I?" she laughed, finally seeing Henry crack a smile. Movement behind her alerted her to the waking of the camp. Indigo quickly said farewell to the boy, hoping that whatever Pan had in store for him would be revealed to her quickly.

Hayden and Will were climbing down their ladders towards the ground as she jumped up through her window, sliding back into bed with Pan and stroking him lightly on the arm.

"Morning," she murmured gently.

Pan didn't reply to her, or even open his eyes. Instead he began to frown and flipped over onto his back. After a few moments of Indigo waiting for him to open his eyes she asked, "Are you alive Pan?"

"Yes," he replied coldly.

"Are you angry with me?" she prompted, looking over at him. His eyes faced the ceiling. Indigo couldn't tell what was going through his mind until he began to speak with a curious evenness that she hadn't seen in days.

"You're an interesting person Indigo Garcia," Peter began, "You have so many skills for someone so young. You've travelled a lot."

Indigo turned onto her side to face Pan, eyeing him curiously, "Your point?"

"Well," he shrugged, still half ignoring her. He spoke as if he knew something she didn't. "You seem to have knowledge far beyond your years. Sometimes I feel like I'm not actually talking to a child."

"I'm 18," she responded, sick of him not looking at her and climbing onto him. He responded by turning her over onto her back and pinning her with his body. Indigo looked at his eyes, sadness seeping into her own as she saw them darkening; she saw darkness clearly in his eyes.

"So am I," he answered evenly. "For a thousand years. I've travelled worlds and gained new powers. I took control of Neverland and maintained it for centuries. But of course, you knew that. He cocked his head as a smirk graced his cold and hard eyes that she was surprised to see. In confusion, she tried to move out from under him but he held her tightly, forcefully even. His lips made their way to her ear, whispering quietly, "No one can hear us now."

Indigo gasped as she realised the words that she'd said last night, so close to what she'd told him over a thousand years ago. Horror flooded through her as she realised what that meant.

"You knew a lot more coming here than you let on. Didn't you Princess?"

She pushed Pan over onto his back, holding his wrists above his head, saying hopelessly with the utmost conviction, knowing that they both knew the truth now, "I am not Anabelle." She was trying to convince herself of it, afraid of what it meant to turn back into the pitiful princess, but also scared of what Pan would do to her.

"I never said you were." Pan examined her mockingly, seemingly unperturbed by his current state of submission. His attack wasn't physical. This was simply wordplay. "But of course you're right. Anabelle took five months to kiss me, and you, well, you gave it up after three days."

Indigo's hands released his, only for him to find himself with a burning sensation across his face as her hand made contact with his cheek. It shone red but he ignored the stinging.

"You had to have gotten your disdain for me from somewhere," Pan continued, pushing her upwards onto her knees. She began to move away from him, backwards off the bed. "At first I thought it was impossible; how could you still be alive? I thought it was one of those freak of nature things – how everyone in life has a doppelganger – because you were just so different.

"But then I looked at myself and knew it was entirely possible," he advanced towards her, his eyes shining with a newfound glee. "A thousand years is a long time Indigo. Here it passed quickly, but for you, time passed slowly. Your body may not have aged, but your soul has. You write like an old person," he commented, pointing at the bookshelf. "All reminiscent; so many words. Don't you remember what it meant to be free?"

"Don't you remember what it felt like to love?"

Pan stood in front of her, looking from her shining brown hair to the blue eyes that stared back at him with the barest glimpse of hope in them.

"If I did," he whispered completely honestly, knowing himself, "You would've been killed the moment Felix threw you into the camp."

He pulled his hand back and forced her out of the room with a strong wind that swept her to the ground where she landed, crouched on the ground. Pan jumped down in front of her as he yelled out, "Boys, we have a liar in our midst. Get her; bind her."

The boys were almost hesitant to take Indigo, but Felix echoed Pan's orders and they moved slowly to take her arms. There Indigo knelt, on the ground before Pan – betrayed by all of those who had felt like family. She pushed against the boys arms that held her, the shock that she felt not allowing her much access to her magic.

"You deserve what's coming to you Pan," she spat, struggling against the two lost boys hauling her from the camp. She would give him hell for this. This boy who changed his face with a moment's thought. The arms around her, sick of her struggling pushed her to the ground where she leant on her knees, looking up at Pan, held down by dirty boots upon her back. "You've been in control of this island for too long."

"But I'm still here," he replied, walking with a lilt in his step, "I've survived a thousand years little Princess. Don't think that I won't live through whatever you have planned. You fear me. So much that you can't ever bear to use my name."

"The monster that stands before me killed Peter a long time ago," Indigo threw at him as he got closer. Oh how she wished it wasn't true. How she wished that she could've done more to bring Peter back…but he was gone.

"I know you don't believe that," he replied with a spark in his eye. His smile didn't reach his eyes, they merely shone with a mischievous malice, proving to her that this was Pan. And nothing Indigo could do was going to change that. Stepping closer, his lips made their way to her ear where he whispered, "I thought I told you to run and never look back Anabelle."

"I said I wasn't-"

"You have no say here anymore," Peter said loudly, stepping away from her. He threw her a small bottle of black poison saying, "You'll want this after a few weeks roaming the jungle. Take her away! Throw her to the mermaids or something equally as horrible. Whatever you want Felix."

Indigo inwardly jumped in ecstasy but still showed Pan a look of complete disgust. With Felix behind her, she was safe. And as she was taken from the camp towards the ocean, Henry staring after her in sadness, a look mirrored by the lost boys, she felt the bonds around her wrists being removed, "It's time for you to go Indigo Garcia."

She spun around and threw her arms around him. His response was awkward, like he wasn't quite sure where to put his hands or how to react. "Come with me Felix," she proposed.

Felix pushed her away, stepping back and looking at her with a small smile. "Something in me wants to do nothing but help you Indigo. But you and Merlin might have been friends; we aren't. I can't leave the lost boys."

"Then…I'm sorry for this," she said sheepishly. With one swipe to his head, the teenager was unconscious on the sand. Indigo was playing along with Pan's game, fleeing into the jungle as he'd hoped – the deadly poison safe in her pocket. She would never take it; but it did give her an idea. An idea that involved magic and death.

Sick of crying over her lost love, Indigo wasn't afraid to channel all of her pain into one single motive. She was off to find Henry's family. If Hook was amongst them…even….Regina…

The Lost Boys could be hers. Pan could potentially be dead by the end of the week.

And with that, Indigo Tigerlily Garcia headed off into the jungle, ignoring the guilty subconscious that told her she was turning into everything she had ever detested.