A/N: Got home from my formal an hour ago, removed the bajillion bobby pins that were keeping my head together, wrote the last part of this chapter and BAM!

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Wendy's Boys

Felix looked at Indigo, the most honest she had ever seen him.

"We all have our own stories," he began, his scar not looking so menacing under the morning light. "For each of us, it contains abandonment. And because of that, every lost boy wants to be loyal and wants to belong. If that means doing everything that Pan says, then they do it."

"Except you Felix," she continued with a frown. "You've lost sight of it."

"I never had any faith in Pan," Felix scowled. "It was the island that made him this. At first he was so intent on finding a new world, on being lost, and I went with him willingly. Anything was better than the people who threw me out on the streets – and he was Peter. I believed in him. He was my brother in arms."

"And you've noticed the change?"

"It's been over nine-hundred years Indigo," he breathed. "Yes, I've noticed the change."

"Do you think they have?"

"Who," Felix inquired, "The lost boys? Possibly. But I don't know how we're going to get them on our side."

"Wendy would do it," Indigo said with a small smile.

"Wendy's locked in a cage."

"Not anymore," she smirked. "Tonight, at the campsite. I need you to meet me here and I'll bring her to you. I'll distract Pan while she's talking to the boys. It shouldn't take too long."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because I can feel their discontent just as much as you can," Indigo replied standing up. "And Wendy's going to be the catalyst. They'll rebel. We'll get Henry. And Pan…Pan's going down."

Felix looked up at her as she walked away, knowing deep within his soul that destroying his friend could not be the only way to save him. Surely, surely, there was another way.

"I don't want him to die Indigo," Felix said softly to himself, "I just want my brother back."

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Sneaking into the camp that night was easy. On her way in, she found herself a metre away from Meron and Henry who both spotted her. "You," Henry exclaimed softly. "You're the girl Pan banished, Indigo."

"Very astute Henry, yes."

"What are you doing here Indigo?" Meron said. "I can't believe Pan hasn't killed you yet! He's killed lost boys for less that you've done."

"Really?" Henry enquired, his eyes widening in shock.

"Never mind that." Indigo waved away his protestations. "Henry, I'm working with your family. We're going to get you out of here."

"But I can't go," he frowned. "This world is dying. I saw Wendy; sickly and – "

"Pan lied to you," Indigo said earnestly, touching his shoulder lightly. "Wendy is my daughter and she's fine. She was Pan's prisoner; she did his bidding and nothing more. It's trickery Henry; nothing more than a trick to make you believe in Pan. To make you return the magic of Neverland."

"Wendy…" Meron started, his face a mask of shock. "Wendy's been here this entire time?"

"She's coming to speak to you now," Indigo smiled. "Gather the lost boys. I'm sure they all want to see her."

"Of course," Meron said in excitement, running off, Henry went to follow him but Indigo grabbed him before he left.

"Just one more thing," Indigo said with a small smile, "I'm not sure if you know, but your father, Neal, he's alive."

Henry let out a breath as his eyes lit up in excitement. There was hope in them that had been extinguished by the lapse in contact. "Alright," she continued, motioning towards the gathering lost boys, "Off you go."

As Henry turned, Indigo disappeared from the ground and reappeared in Pan's room, laying back easily on his bed as he clutched his head in frustration, murmuring under his breath. Watching him silently, Indigo almost felt like she was watching him go crazy. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes darting across the page evenly. If she were to describe him in that moment, she would say he was adorable.

That was, until he wiped the tiredness from his face and looked up to find Indigo on his bed and literally groaned aloud in frustration muttering under his breath, "I don't need this right now."

"Aww Pan," she pouted. "You're making me feel unwanted."

"Well you have thrown out my timing a little," he shrugged, getting back to his normal self. "But I'll get it all back. I've been waiting centuries for this boy, I'm not about to let him go quickly."

"I don't doubt it my dear," she smiled, turning over onto her stomach as she sat with her head in her hands. He had his arms folded on his chest as he gazed at her carefully. His eyes were doing more than just looking though, they were trying to penetrate the very depths of her soul – trying to figure out exactly why she was there yet again.

"Are you scared Pan?"she asked finally.

"Scared?" he scoffed, creating fire within his hands; a display of his power. "I have nothing to be scared of."

"You aren't worried about people stealing Henry away from you?" Or her stealing the lost boys for that matter.

"It's impossible," he shrugged, turning his back to her as he went back to his seat. There was something of a defeated nature in his usual confident lilt. Indigo's eyes narrowed as she voiced what she knew, "You've made the boy believe in you." But with a few words and a lovely daughter she'd torn that apart.

"Yes," Pan replied easily. "Your point?"

"You had to do that," she continued, almost as though the thought was curious to even herself. "You had to do that because you don't believe in yourself."

"Don't believe in myself?"Pan repeated, with a little less conviction than usual. "I own this island!"

"What does that really mean though," Indigo continued finally sitting up. "I mean as far as I can see, the island owns you. After all, you'd be a pile of dust without Neverland's magic. The Echo Caves have their own rules that you are nowhere near controlling."

"But they do come in handy," Pan smirked. "I feel I have enough knowledge of this land's power to manipulate it to my advantage."

"Even you have to reveal your darkest secret when you step into those caves," she answered knowingly.

"And of course," he said, leaning forward, "You want to know what it is."

"Well you want to know mine," she shrugged, stepping off the bed and stretching her arms above her head. Pan caught a glimpse of the skin in the small of her back and his eyes narrowed, ignoring the skip in his heart. She knew exactly what she was doing and facing away from him, she smirked.

"You didn't exactly share," he replied, slipping out from behind his desk once more and over to her. He couldn't sit still. There was too much racing around in his mind that was distracting him.

"We aren't exactly friends," she responded, walking away from him without looking at him. Indigo went to the window furthest from overlooking the campsite; one that looked out towards the islands and Skull Cave. She stared at the view curiously as she heard Pan moving around behind her. She heard something fall and spun around curiously, seeing Pan sinking into his bed, pain radiating off him, reading as she did that there was nothing physically wrong with him.

But he clutched at his head, tears forming in his eyes as pain radiated across his temples and across his skull. Indigo watched him for a moment before crouching in front of him, not exactly with the intent of healing him, but with finding out what was wrong, and why he hadn't just healed himself.

"Get out of here Garcia," he said through gritted teeth, his words carrying no weight. She placed her hands upon his, and willed away his headache. It took a few moments of the blue glow before Pan began breathing easier. Indigo stepped back as she ordered, "Tell me what that was."

"The reason," he said forcefully, looking up at her angrily. "It's the reason why I do any of this. To fix Neverland. Neverland is dying and its attacking me; my mind."

"Seems like the world and I are on the same page for once in my life," Indigo commented appreciatively.

Pand looked up at her, a calm quietness within him and nodded. "I understand you Indigo."

"What?" she inquired, momentarily put off, by his sudden change in demeanour.

"You hate me for leaving you."

She scoffed, knowing deep down that, yes, that pretty much summed up her and Pan's relationship.

"Do you want to know what I have to reveal every time I step into the Echo caves?" Pan said suddenly , knowing it would make her angry enough to leave him alone. He stood up and pushed her back, channelling all the anger he had with her, and with himself, into the words he said next. "I have to reveal every moment I spent loathing myself over the fact that I loved you and I left you."

And Indigo knew that those words should have affected her. Should have made her see sense; run into his arms and calm him; never let him go. Instead, her face broke into a harsh smile, leaning into him, "And that my dear, is all that I needed to end you."

"It means nothing to you?" Peter asked lowly, searching her face for some sign – any sign that, having just shared his deepest secret, she would look upon him differently. But she merely did what he expected, reappearing across the room as she prepared to disappear completely.

Indigo smirked back at him, her eyes cold and calculating. "Maybe you should have considered that before you abandoned me to the wolves Peter of Panenai."

And as the by watched her fly off into the night, he felt weak for the first time in centuries. His name having caught him by surprise…Peter…

Peter of Panenai.

It was becoming a very real possibility that he was fighting his way out of Pan. And Pan curled up into his bed that night, like a child clutching his pillow, reluctant to admit the reason why he was so angry.

He was scared.

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"So what happened?" Indigo asked Felix as they walked away from the camp.

"It took a little for them to believe it," Felix responded before the first smile she'd ever seen on him graced his face. "But they're in."

"Yes!" She punched the air in excitement.

"But-" Indigo faltered, a but was not a good sign. "We don't kill Pan."

Her face fell.

"Lock him up in the echo caves for a thousand years, I don't mind," Felix said as she looked at him in dangerous horror. "But I'm with the lost boys in this. We don't want him dead."

"That was not part of the deal Felix," she growled.

"You said there was another way to heal Neverland," Felix replied eagerly, ignoring her anger. "Then let's do it. Without the boy. You have the root of Pan's power – you know what he's made of. It's a simple enough discipline surely, to rid someone of magic."

"You want me to take Pan's magic?" Indigo asked in shock before thinking it through. Pan's magic was poisoning Neverland, and Neverland itself was poisoning him. So which to kill…the chicken or the egg? Would Neverland simply kill Peter anyway if she took his magic, and if she did that, wouldn't Felix's magic too be stripped from him? It was a major link between them, their magic. Felix the roots – and Pan the decaying branches.

To take all of that magic wasn't impossible. But Pan was powerful enough to defend himself against it, Indigo knew that. She'd have to make him weak. Weak and vulnerable. Unfortunately for them, his deepest darkest secret was that he'd hated himself for a thousand years. And considering that hadn't stopped him from being who he was...

She guessed that plan was never happening.

"Maybe in a million years," she said sarcastically. "Pan's strong enough to face off against me."

"Even if he's got a lot of power," Felix answered. "Maybe we could work together; take the magic from him."

"That wouldn't work," Indigo shook her head. "You're too closely entwined." And no offence Felix, but your magic isn't exactly anywhere near the amount that I need. Then again, she thought carefully, there were other people on the island she could turn to…

"And you aren't?" Felix broke her out of her thoughts.

"I'm far enough away to be objective," she returned, fiercely annoyed. "I know that killing Pan is the best way out of this." It was simple. Destroy the boy, get Henry home, live her life – and die.

"Even if there was something I could do to prove it?"

From the folds of his rags, Felix withdrew a simple pan flute, carved with the runes of ancient magic. It was beautiful, albeit a little dusty, and distinctly magical. Also, incredibly familiar. And as Indigo reached out to touch it, her fingers tracing the patterns, her mind was taken back in time to a thousand years ago…

"It will play for those who have lost their hearts," Indigo repeated Merlin's words softly, words that he had spoken to an innocent young princess who fell in love with the piper. She looked up at Felix, the relic cutting through the dangerous need to kill Pan, into something deeper – something constant – like a beating heart.

"Pan hasn't used it since he fashioned the one he uses now," Felix continued. "He once told me that it has too much magic in it – a kind that interferes with Neverland's – but even I could tell he was lying."

"Why's that?" Indigo said weakly, still staggering from the shock of seeing it again.

"Because it did to him exactly what it's doing to you now," Felix said wisely, holding out the flute to her, "It reminded him that he had a heart."

And that was a dangerous notion, Indigo thought as she took the flute from Felix, cradling it in her hands gently. Because a heart meant love. And loving meant she wouldn't be able to do what needed to be done. The two choices confused her, because she hadn't exactly told Felix the full story. Yes, she could take Pan's magic if he was vulnerable. Yes, she could begin to heal Neverland in that way.

But no sorcerer was ever meant to hold that much magic. So Neverland would probably flourish, and Henry would return home…but if she took away Pan's powers, Indigo wouldn't live long enough to see it.