A/N: So, hehe, I know I said a full past chapter might not happen again...well...

There's just so much more story to be told than I initially realised. =P

So here you have it! I may not get a chapter up tomorrow because I have work in the morning (so nervous - first day - freaking out - so apologies if this chapter sucks) and then, as a reward, I'm going to the beach (its going to be freezing and raining, but I've lived in Sydney all my life and never been to a beach in Sydney, so...) and it's also my dad's birthday. (Yes, excuses, excuses, I know. Forgive me?)

Scorpion girl: You know Pan too well. ;)

Here's our chapter for today! Enjoy my lovelies! And thank you for your reviews. They made my day!

Enjoy! xx

Plans

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Four Years Ago

"Ergh, Felix," Pan sighed. "The girl is so annoying. I honestly don't know how long it's going to take. Right now all she's giving me is puppy love and I'm going to need to do something much more intense to get her to love me. She's been broken by something…her circumstances perhaps? But she's a princess! Her life is easy…"

"I wouldn't assume that, Pan," Felix answered thoughtfully as the two of them watched the writhing mass above them. Pan nodded to the boy standing on his other side and the rope the lost boy held slid through his fingers, the mass above them dropping until he was revealed to be another boy, suspended by his feet and dangling precariously above the rocky ground.

"Alright, Rufio," Pan said, walking around the boy who was fighting against the ropes. His face was turning red, but Pan didn't exactly care at that point. "Remind me again what I told you to do."

"Clear the paths," Rufio gasped, the pressure surely crushing his windpipe, "make sure there was nothing that could harm the girl."

"That's right," Pan said with a wide grin, almost applauding the boy for getting the answer correct. But then Pan was squatting, staring the boy straight in the face as he continued darkly.

"So why did I find myself patching her up because of what was clearly something that you failed to complete."

Rufio had no answer.

"Cut him down and leave him up on Dead Man's Peak for a day." Pan heard the yelp of fright as Rufio's fear took hold of him.

"Why ," Pan taunted, "You aren't afraid of heights are you, laddie?"

But Pan could see it in his eyes, and it made him smirk.

"Let it serve as warning to the rest of you. You do not half arse your duties, you do not disobey me and most importantly, you do not fear."

Pan walked away from all of the lost boys gathered round and stood beside Felix again, continuing where they left off as Rufio, defeated, was dragged carelessly away from camp.

"So, I need a plan of attack, Felix. You guys need to find those stars tonight. And I know they're only visible when she's here, so I'm going to try and get her early so we have as much time as possible. But I really need them soon so we can have scouts on the other side, you know? I need eyes in the Enchanted Forest, so when the time comes, my takeover won't be a failed attempt."

"You never fail," Felix commented, with a furrowed brow. "We won't let you."

"Good," Pan smiled, satisfied with his right hand man. "So head to where you left off yesterday. I'm going to go and get Evie. Find those stars."

Felix nodded as Pan reached for the star carved on the necklace beneath his shirt, and touched it lightly, disappearing from sight – disappearing from Neverland.

And arriving in Evie's room.

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"You're looking incredibly tired, Evie," Snow was saying across the dinner table. Of course, then everyone looked up to take a closer look at Evie. It was undeniable that she had shadows under her eyes and a jauntiness about her figure. She was swirling her uneaten food on her plate as Snow continued, "You should go to bed early tonight."

Evie's face lit up unexpectedly at that and the entire family frowned.

"Can I go to sleep now! I really, really am tired."

"If you're sure…" Snow said in concern. "Goodnight then, Evie."

Snow's words were followed by David's and Emma's before Evie tried to contain her excitement by walking slowly to the door. Of course, she then broke into a run, eager to get back to her room and lock the door before heading off to see Pan.

But when she ran into her room, she ran into him. And his hands wound around her instinctively to clutch her body to his.

"Ready to go then, Evie?"

"After you, good sir."

And he touched her necklace gently. A split second later, they were gone.

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Emma was walking through the castle like a woman on a mission. It was much after lights out, in fact, it was possibly early morning, but she hadn't checked. The minute she'd gone up to Evie's room to say goodnight and picked the lock on her door, the girl hadn't been there, and Emma's eyes had narrowed as she stared at the empty space. Grabbing the sketchbook off her side table, she had stalked across the hall to her room and spent the past few hours perusing all the books she'd borrowed from the library on Neverland whilst staring at Evie's picture of Peter Pan.

Finally, Emma grew tired of the effort, and began to walk towards the only other person she thought might know anything about the boy. Since, after all, it had been him who snuck her out of the castle in the first place.

By the time she reached the servants' stair, she was impatient, and so the knocking that she did on Killian's door wasn't exactly polite. When he eventually came to the door, he was dishevelled and bleary eyed from sleep, but at least he had his shirt on, because even Emma knew that the squire was attractive. She didn't need confirmation.

Not that she would ever admit that, lest her parents have a fit. Sure they were all about true love…

But really, Killian Jones was every parent's worst nightmare.

"Princess! What in God's name are you…er…what on earth are you doing here?"

Emma waved away his attempt at correcting his manners with a firm sweep of her hand. "Spare me the niceties. Are you going to let me in?"

"Er…I don't think it would be wise…"

Emma pushed the older boy out of the way before he could give her any words about how she was a Princess and shouldn't be in boys' rooms at night. She knew those things, especially with people like him, and she was giving herself a constant rehash of those warnings every two seconds.

"I'd prefer not to be caught in the doorway," Emma said, taking a seat on the wooden chair by his cupboard. The room was simple, but she supposed, that was all he was given in his present status.

"Then perhaps it would be best if you hadn't come at all?" Killian suggested, still standing in the doorway and waiting for her to leave. He could lose his job over this. Actually, never mind his job, King David would have his head for even speaking in a room alone with his daughter.

Which reminded him.

"What are you doing here, Princess?" He shut the door reluctantly, not wanting to get caught just as much as she did. But it was strange. He was pretty sure they'd never spoken more than a paragraph to each other in the four years he'd lived in the castle. And normally it was her asking him to do something like fix her horse's reigns or saddle – not that it was his job, he was just the closest person at the time.

"I need to talk to you about Evie."

"Oh." That, at least, made more sense. A mutual friend. Killian still kept his distance, however, taking a place on the edge of his bed and continuing, "Go on."

"She's not acting like herself," Emma said frankly. It was true. The Evie that Emma and Killian knew, sure, she dreamed of adventure, but she never sought it out. Sneaking out with Killian seemed a huge step for her, let alone crossing worlds for a boy she barely knew. "This boy…he's…he's not looking after her. Why is she so tired? She's not sleeping; she spends every waking moment thinking about him and instead of looking after herself, she's pining after him. I just…"

"I just wish that she would grow up!" Emma threw her hands up in frustration. "She keeps doing these things and thinking that no one notices. Sneaks out, runs away; leaves us hanging around waiting. It's not right! For anyone, let alone a Princess."

"I know, Princess," Killian's brow furrowed, interested by the Emma's need to rant and taking in every word. "But we can't change her."

"Can't we?" Emma wasn't looking defeated, she wasn't staring at the ground as Killian had been doing moments ago. "Jones, if I can come up with a plan to keep her here. Will you help?"

"I…" His brow furrowed. She was happy wasn't she? Evie, with that boy. She was happy…

"Just tell me what I have to do."

"I will when I've had time to think," Emma said, her face deep in concentration as she stood up. "Whatever's going on with her…I just want her back. I want her safe. I don't trust Pan."

"You and me both, love," Killian sighed before stopping himself and glancing over at her. Emma had raised her eyebrow at the pet name but didn't say anything. Instead, she rose gracefully to her feet and went to open the door. He met her in the doorway as if to move her out of his room faster.

"I can see why Evie likes you," Emma said with a quick glance at him, something cheeky brewing in her eyes. "You're quite the gentleman."

"So when are we going to further discuss this plan Your Highness?" he said, quickly, eyes widening as he distracted her train of thought, "I honestly don't think this is the best place. Servants are notorious gossips."

Having heard the ruined state of his reputation, Emma already knew that.

"Perhaps, down at the tavern," she joked, knowing exactly where he'd taken Evie the other night. A small grin pulled at his lips before he became serious once more.

"The stables?"

"Dawn," Emma added and Killian frowned. Tomorrow was his day off; he could sleep. But begrudgingly, he nodded.

"Tomorrow then, Princess."

"Oh, one more thing, Jones," Emma said, stopping the door before he could close it, "It's Emma."

"Whatever you say, Princess," he said, a grin playing at his lips as she rolled her eyes and walked away.

But as he headed back to bed, he couldn't help but glance at the parchment by his bedside, littered with letters of fancy appeal for a life he knew would take him far away from here. A life upon the sea…

Because as far as Killian Jones could see, there was no longer any reason for him to stay.

But he would hold off for now. At least until Evie was safe.

Then, and only then, would he go.