A/N: Sup Team!

Ohmygoodness – another fantastic episode that made me change a little bit of Wendy's story, but possibly for the better. That amahzing Hook/Emma conversation at the beginning got ruined by the alpha male thing between Neal and Hook. I just…Hook and Emma are too perfect…

Anyway, excuse my blabbering.

Sorry for any silly typos. I have my formal in a few days so I got acrylic nails and they make everything ridiculously difficult. Particularly typing 's' for some reason.

Thank you again my lovely readers for the reviews. Enjoy the chapter! xx

Never Let Go

London – 92 years ago…

The young girl was curled up in an alley as she clutched the rag tightly to her, her knees tucked into her chin as a cold wind swept through the streets. Wendy Garcia was no better off now than before. Days spent without food; weeks spent in a foreign world…she was lost. Just a seven year old girl in a grown up world.

"My dear what are you doing?"

Wendy looked up at the shadow that had crossed her with wide eyes, scrounging away from the woman with wide and fearful eyes. But as she crouched down before her, genuine care in her eyes, Wendy stopped wasting the little energy she had and showed the woman her worn face.

"You're freezing," the woman said, reaching out and touching her arm. The girl flinched away as she said quietly, holding out her hand palm open, "My name's Mary Darling."

There was a moment before the girl muttered, "I'm Wendy," and took Mrs. Darling's hand hesitantly.

Present Day

Indigo was lying on the ground as conversations surrounded her. Snow and David still weren't speaking to each other and the others were trying to figure out how to trap Pan's shadow in order to get off the island. With a sigh, she opened her eyes and went over to listen to them. . They needed to get off the island somehow.

But as Emma headed off and Hook began speaking to Baelfire, Indigo stepped away, clicking her fingers impatiently. She hated to admit it, but she was actually bored and actually feeling a sudden desire to banter with Pan.

It was fleeting and suppressed quickly, but as Hook came over and swung his arm over her shoulder easily, she said, "Do you need me to go and talk to Pan?"

Hook's eyebrows raised quickly as he said, "I was going to suggest you come with us. We could use some magic."

Indigo glanced over at Neal quickly and back to Hook before revealing, "You two need a zoo keeper."

"I resent that Indie."

She shrugged with an easy smile as she sat down on a nearby rock.

"What's your history with him anyway Indigo?" Killian inquired, looking over at her. "He speaks like he's known you a while. And not really in a way I like hearing him speak about you."

"I told you once," she frowned, looking over at him as he pulled out his flask. "Don't you remember when I spoke about Peter?"

Killian almost sprayed his rum out of his mouth, but simply began choking in shock. "Your Peter is Peter Pan?!" He groaned as his lungs cleared out. "Today has been too much."

"Sorry," Indigo murmured.

"It's not your fault love," he gave her a soft smile as realisation appeared in his eyes. "That's why you were always so intent on getting to Neverland."

"Well…yeah," Indigo sighed finally, "But I didn't actually realise it was him until Ariel said something a couple of centuries after I wanted to get here. At first it was just meant to be to protect Neverland. Then I grew more incensed when I realised that he was still alive."

Hook's eyes narrowed as he said, "Your path for revenge was never so different from mine."

"I never wanted revenge," Indigo returned sharply. "I want justice."

"You know that's just an excuse," Hook commented.

"You're drunk aren't you, wise and philosophical one," Indigo said, turning around to face him and snatching the rum from the flask that was rising to his lips.

"No," he smirked, taking it back, "You know this is just the way I act Garcia."

"Hook!" Emma called sharply. "Are you coming or not?"

"One minute," he replied as she followed Neal from the clearing. "Look after yourself Indie."

"I've lasted this long haven't I?" Indigo smiled as he left, standing up and looking in the direction of Pan's camp – resolution forming in her mind. She'd been dallying for far too long. She needed something from Pan; one last hope to get to the root of his power – before she finally got the chance to destroy him.

London – 86 years ago…

Wendy reached out delicately for the hand of the shadow, ignoring the protests of the boy behind her. It had been so long since she'd been in a world with magic. Maybe…maybe the shadow could take her back to one…maybe she was going back home.

The trip through the night wasn't as cold as she'd been expecting, dressed in nothing more than a nightgown. And it seemed like no time at all that the shadow spent flying her across England's skies and high into the atmosphere. The stars grew closer and before she knew it, the sky was rippling before her and she was flying over a new world – across seas, over a pirate ship and towards a land covered in dark trees that were illuminated by the rising sun.

The shadow dropped her delicately on the beach, the sand rising and falling as she clambered to her feet, staring around in awe. This most definitely was not the Enchanted Forest.

"And the shadow brought a girl once more," a drawling voice came from behind her. Wendy spun round and faced the two approaching boys. One spoke to the other, his hood covering his face. "Pan needs to reign it in or we'll have to start up a new delivery service. Bring her in Lainor. Blindfold her."

"Who are you?" Wendy started, jumping out of reach of Lainor who grabbed her quickly and wrapped a piece of scrappy material around her head, tying it tightly, making her flinch.

"That doesn't matter," the monotonous voice replied. "All that matters is Pan wants to meet you and he doesn't want to kill you. Consider yourself lucky."

"Kill me?" Wendy asked, the fear and innocence in her voice plan to hear. But neither boy spoke as she was pushed forward, walking by the direction of the hand on her shoulder and nothing else. The sound of laughter alerted her to more people, to the children that she was headed towards. Wendy's blindfold was removed as he stepped into the clearing, an older boy swaggering toward them.

"Thank you boys," he said with a nod to the two behind her. "I'll take it from here."

"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" Wendy enquired, with a small smile.

"Peter Pan," the boy answered with a bow. There was a glint in his eye that Wendy couldn't quite grasp as he took her hand and kissed it, "Enchantée."

Wendy blushed at the boy before her. "You must be quite something of a girl for the Shadow to have chosen to bring you here." He looked at her closely, genuinely intrigued by the young girl before him. "Your name?"

"Wendy Darling," she replied without hesitation. "What is this place?"

"This?" the boy looked upwards. "This is the lost boys' camp. But this-"

He took her hand lightly before making both of them disappear and reappear on the highest point of the island where the sun, casting its morning glow over the horizon, caused the sky to light up in all the colours of the rainbow. Pan waved his arm across the vast expanse of the island. "This is Neverland."

"Oh Peter," Wendy breathed, looking up at him in excitement and wonder. "It's beautiful!"

His face flinched as she said the words and as though by reflex he answered, "Don't call me Peter. Just Pan."

"Well then Pan," Wendy said, turning to him with a wide smile. "What are we going to do today?"

They jumped from tree to tree across the island the day passing quickly as Wendy fell more and more in love with the island. But Pan; Pan watched her intently the entire time, desperately trying to figure out why the shadow had brought her to Neverland. If the shadow was connected to his subconcious, what was it that he saw in needing this young girl?

"…and of course my brothers. Oh I must bring them here sometime Pan!" she exclaimed as he zoned back in to what she was saying.

"You have brothers?" he repeated quickly as they walked side by side back to the camp, Pan holding his hand above his head, lighting the way with a large ball of fire.

"Oh yes," Wendy said. "John's nine and Michael is six."

Pan scowled inwardly. He didn't want kids. The youngest ones around here were ten and even they annoyed him sometimes. But perhaps…in time…

Of course. He needed agents on the other side.

Their proximity to the camp was made obvious by the sound of whimpering that Wendy heard echoing through the trees. Her face fell as she asked, "What's wrong with the boys?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Pan shrugged but inwardly berated himself for letting time slip away from him. It was later than he'd thought.

"Here's where I guess I leave you Wendy," Pan said, stopping in his tracks and looking down at her. "But don't even think about saying goodbye. Because that means you're going away for good; and for good means forgetting."

"Trust me Pan," Wendy replied, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I could never forget today. I will be back."

"I will send the shadow for you again Wendy-bird."

"Wendy-bird?" she asked quickly, the name jolting a little reminiscence in her mind. It was familiar…

"Until next time," he smirked as he stepped backward into the camp, pulling a pan flute from his belt as the shadow swept her upwards into the stars and back to a land without magic.

Present Day

Indigo strolled into the campsite easily. Night had fallen and the boys were all milling about. Felix and Pan sat talking, Pan absentmindedly carving at a spear. When she appeared however, the lost boys all stopped in their tracks and looked at her. Will and Hayden's faces were almost smiling along with Meron's as Felix leapt up from Pan's side with the face that said he just got orders. She caught sight of Henry behind a tree, sitting alone and away from the group and mouthed to Meron, Befriend him.

Trying, the boy replied, and Indigo nodded understandingly in response. Pan wouldn't like that idea.

As soon as Felix spotted her, he was staling towards her and pushing her out of Pan's line of sight.

"What are you doing here?" Felix asked harshly, his form arm crushing her collarbone against a tree. "You really do want to die."

Indigo looked up at him and replied, "That's beside the point. I'm actually here to speak to Pan."

"I don't think you understand the point of you being banished from the lost ones Indigo."

"You know it doesn't work that way Felix," Indigo responded, tilting his head at him with a sigh. "You don't just stop being a lost one."

"I thought you found some people to belong to," Felix jolted his head towards the trail she'd come down. "Aren't you walking around with those hero types these days?"

"I've had people before," Indigo said finally, pushing his arm off her easily. "And everyone leaves. So you understand if I don't enjoy putting my faith in something so fleeting."

"You need to get out of here," Felix repeated, genuine fear in his eyes as he glanced back at Pan cautiously. "He's getting Henry on his side tonight so he's not going to look on you kindly."

"Does he ever Felix?" she enquired, walking past him as he scowled at her. She turned around quickly and muttered harshly, "When you finally get tired of playing Pan's bitch, come and see me."

Indigo crossed the camp quickly, sliding her hands softly over Pan's shoulders and feeling him visibly tense underneath her touch. "Stupid enough to come back Indigo?"

"Come now Pan," Indigo smirked, slipping to his right in order to straddle the log. "You really think I'd leave you alone after yesterday?"

"I had hoped," he shrugged, throwing aside the stick in his hand as he looked up at her. Indigo was confused by that comment. Was he really so invested in this truest believer that he no longer cared to try and kill her? She was kind of offended.

"How's Henry going?" Indigo enquired, knowing the boy was standing right behind her. What she then wasn't expecting was Pan to touch her hand and displace them into his treehouse within a moment. She shivered at being back inside the room, so familiar to the place where they had done…well…all sort of things.

But she pushed it aside and sunk into his desk chair, placing her feet up on the wood as he spoke.

"He's proving easier than I expected," Pan answered her. "It's barely going to take a single girl's lies to have him practically eating out of the palm of my hand."

"A single…girl?" Indigo frowned. She had been the only girl on the island. Or at least…the only that she knew about. She'd assumed that Pan didn't keep girls – after all, she was the first lost girl.

"Oh yes," Pan smirked, looking over at Indigo, "She's been around for a while. Not a lost girl of course, she was quite useless for anything other than leverage. But she's played her part well."

"But where do you keep her?" Indigo frowned, still confused about how she could not have known.

"You really think I'm going to share that Garcia?" Pan laughed, coming to stand in front of the desk and block the light from reaching her. "She's mine."

"And we both know how quickly you tire of things that are yours Pan," Indigo answered simply.

"Well, I suppose, I don't talk to her very often," Pan said, "It keeps her sane enough. But if I had to deal with all that talk of Neverland's beauty all the time, I may kill her and that wouldn't help her status as leverage."

"And her name?" Indigo enquired.

Pan laughed loudly again, "The most stupidly romantic name I've ever heard in my life Indigo. Wendy Darling."

Indigo smirked, knowing that Pan had to be lying. Wendy was in the other world, plotting against him and all that he stood for. "Nice try," she smirked.

Pan's face dropped in confusion, "You know her."

"Yeah," Indigo laughed. "And I know she's safe in a land without magic. She hasn't been here in seventeen years – other world time. So don't try and lie to me Pan."

Pan breathed out a laugh, "You've been greatly deceived Indigo. But regrettably, not by me."

All thoughts of what she was there for were swept from her mind as she considered the possibility. But Pan, with places to be and people to see simply said. "You can stick around here for the time being if you really want to Indigo. But I've got to go. I've got a kid downstairs who needs to start believing in me."

Under normal circumstances, Indigo would have scoffed at that. But she was much too confused at what Pan was trying to say about Wendy. After a few moments, she jumped out of his window and spent the rest of the night wandering the path of Neverland.

London – 85 Years Ago...

Wendy approached the window slowly. A year had passed since last she had seen the shadow. Since Baelfire had gone and never come back.

"Where's Baelfire?" she hissed at the shadow, not so innocent and wide eyed anymore.

The shadow didn't answer. Its eyes merely glowed that little bit brighter as it swept into the nursery and took Wendy harshly by the wrists.

"No!" she cried. "John! Michael!"

The boys stirred in their sleep, but neither was fast enough to help their sister, merely watching as she struggled against the shadow's magical strength all the way across the sky to the second star to the right.

"Her brothers, they definitely saw her?" Pan asked his shadow who nodded in response. "Excellent," he continued looking back down at Wendy with a dark smile. "Welcome back to Neverland Wendy. This time, you aren't leaving."

Pan turned to Felix, "Make her comfortable in the cage."

Present Day

"When will you let me go Pan?" Wendy dared to ask as she was escorted back to her cage.

"When my plan is complete," Pan lied, knowing he'd most probably just kill her and her brothers.

"And how long's that going to be-"

"No more questions Wendy," Pan ordered. "But I have some for you. Why is Indigo Garcia under the impression that you're a thirty year old woman living in London, plotting against me?"

Wendy's eyes widened in both hope and shock. Indigo was here? Her…mother…was here? In Neverland? She knew that her mental projection in London had asked her to convince Pan to leave Neverland but she hadn't expected it so soon. Her heart leapt in joy and Pan noticed the hope in her eyes, his own narrowing as he stopped her in her tracks.

"What aren't you telling me Wendy-bird?" he asked, a growl in his voice as he reached out for her arm. As she felt him invading her mind, she tried to yank her arm from his, but he held it tightly, his mouth turning from anger to shock and into a precious kind of glee.

"So my Wendy-Bird," Pan smiled. "It appears you've been working against me. Quite powerfully in fact. I never guessed that your mental magic was so…potent."

"No, I never would Pan," the thirteen year old girl looked up at him with fearful eyes.

"You projected yourself into your life back home. You've been plotting against me for years."

"No – I swear."

"You're as bad as your mother," he spat, knowing now exactly what Indigo had been so confused about and seeing the woman written all over Wendy's face. How could he not have seen it before?

"I swear Pan," she pleaded, her voice shaking. Pan admired her…she played the victim well. A little better than Indigo even had. But she'd been stuck here for years and she'd been plotting in her solitude. Planning a way to get someone into Neverland to save her; and to take Pan down.

Fourteen years old she may have looked. But it had been more than half a century she'd spent on this island. Slowly gaining power; slowly controlling it – enough to start a war upon him.

But Pan pushed Wendy forward harshly, back into her cage and closed it quickly. "Don't expect to hear from me any time soon," he said, turning swiftly and walking away. Watching his every move was Indigo from high in the tree tops – almost a little too afraid to approach the young girl, curled up alone in the cage. But her need to finally see her daughter, truly, was too great - and Indigo jumped down to the ground. Their eyes locked and she stretched her hand through the bars, touching her daughter's face lightly.

"You could have just told me that you wanted me to rescue you Wendy," she whispered, placing her face against the bars. "You told me that he never harmed you…but look at you! He's been keeping you here! I could have come sooner! You didn't have to go through all that planning, that façade of growing up…it was just your magic. I could've been here with you, not talking to a mirage."

The fourteen year old girl sighed. "Your need to find me wouldn't have fuelled your magic enough to break through Pan's shield," she replied, touching her forehead to her mother's, her face almost pained. "Please mummy. Just get me out of here."

"I will Wendy-bird," she said delicately, a relieved smile breaking across her face as she broke through the bars of bamboo easily, pulling her daughter through the gaps. As she looked at her face and hugged her, she knew it would have looked strange. The motherly eighteen year old clutching her fourteen year old daughter. But they'd both been through so much more than that.

And it was only moments before Indigo took Wendy's hand and led her back through the tunnels of Neverland's trees, not letting go for a second.