A/N: HEY HEY!

Got home - busted out two chapters in three hours. Feeling like I'm floating right now. (So what if some of it was copying and pasting...)

All in the past, but Pan/Evie and some important revelations.

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Ten Years Ago

"Do you know why the stars shine like that, Evie?" her mother whispered, looking at her daughter whose eyes were shining with the amount of stars in the sky. The six year old girl innocently shook her head.

"It's because they gave away their love," her mother answered. "They were once like us. Like you and me. But when the stars gave away their love, other people took away that power. And they were never whole again."

"But Mama! What happened to them?! They're all still there!"

"They grew old, and could not fathom what it was to have once held that glow. And so, a kind witch once gave them the choice. They could live, and breathe as an empty shell. Or they could have that glow returned to them, and live above the earthline as magical entities giving light through the darkness."

"So…when a star falls?"

"When a star falls, it falls as it should. Powerful. But it is said they carry magic because no matter what, they are always trying to find their way home…"

"Like the one on your necklace Mama?"

"You've been spying, Evie," her mother was grinning. "But yes."

"Does that mean you're trying to find your way home?"

"Always, Evie," her mother answered, taking her in her arms. "But my home is with you. And one day you'll find yours too. But remember, never be as foolish as those stars. Never give away your love."

"I promise, Mama. I promise."

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Two Years Ago

"Get out, Emma."

Evie was lying on her bed, staring up at the roof of her canopy with hazy eyes. Seconds passed as the countdown in her head zoomed towards zero. Emma had just slipped into her room with wide eyes, searching for something to say to her friend who had slipped so far away from her.

"Evie, I –"

"Are you here with a sleeping curse?" Evie asked, turning to her, her eyes almost black with guarded rage. "No? Then get out."

"Evie! You have to stop this!"

"Hehe," Evie laughed without humour. "I have to stop this? I've been trying to stop this for years, Emma. Look where it's gotten me. Tomorrow, I'll be marrying that arse. I'll share his bed and play princess and give him children until it becomes time for me to be his beautiful queen and then I'll live out my days in a draughty old castle until I die."

"Evie…"

"It's my name," Evie answered, sitting up suddenly, "Soon you'll have no reason to say it. After I'm…gone…"

It was then that Evie stopped counting. What was the point anyway. It was going to happen and there was no stopping it.

"I wish you'd had more time," Emma whispered, taking hesitant steps towards Evie's cowering figure. "I wish we'd had more time. Maybe we could have…"

"Maybe a lot of things would be different, Emma."

Maybe she'd have run away that night two years ago. Run away with Pan and chosen never to come back. Maybe she'd have stayed with Killian, fallen in love with him and begged him never to join the navy. Maybe she'd be free to marry whoever she wanted.

But when Emma could see she was going to get no more out of her sister, she left her with a single longing gaze. But just as she was about to close the door, Evie whispered, "I love you, Emma. No matter what, you'll always be my sister."

"Love you too, Evie."

And the door snapped shut.

Evie stood up to stretch, taking a quick round of her room. Despite it being the last time she would ever be alone in her bed, she didn't want to sleep. She didn't want the nightmares that kept coming because of what her wedding day would bring.

"Princess." A voice came from behind her, and Evie spun round in pure relief, bolting across the room and jumping on Pan, pushing him down onto the bed as she did so. Her lips found his in joyous relief, pressing kisses all over his face before returning to his lips.

"You came for me!" she whispered. "When Felix took my necklace…I…"

"I'm sorry, Evie," Pan said, brushing the hair from her face. "I didn't mean to leave you but I –"

She kissed him again, shutting him up. "I don't even care."

Pan reached his hands out and clasped the star around her neck, tracing a line of kisses down her skin as he did so. Evie hissed and as she looked down at him, she saw the fire in his eyes. Pressing both their hands to the star, they finally found themselves transported exactly where they needed to be.

Pan's bed.

He wormed his way out from under her and began to walk around the room, giving the room it's illumination. The warm glow of candlelight shone about the room as Evie lay down upon the bed. Pan's tree house was filled with warmth ignited by the blazing heat in his gaze and the rapid thumping of Evie's anxious heart. But it wasn't in fear, no, never in fear. This was anticipation. For tonight, this night she knew, was her last in Neverland.

With her shoes kicked to the floor and her hair coming apart from her braid, Pan watched her, walking across the room with a predatory glint in his green eyes.

"We…" Evie trailed off. "We're really doing this?"

"Tomorrow will be too late, Evie," Pan answered as he crawled onto the mattress with her. "Tomorrow, you'll be married off. And you'll be an adult."

"So you intend to ruin me before my husband gets to."

"Yes," Pan answered huskily, crawling towards her like she was his prey. "I fully intend to ruin you. I'm going to touch you until you burn for no one but me. Your body will know how desperate you were to have me and how good you'll feel with me buried inside you that you will never desire another. I'm going to mark you. I'm going to ruin you."

He glanced at her with piercing green eyes before smirking, "Consider it my parting gift."

"You're doing this…so that I'll only want you?"

"Oh no." Pan was on her now, sitting between her open legs and reaching for her neck. His breath was warm on her face as his fingers traced her soft skin. "We're doing this, because I want you to know, in your very being, in your very soul – that you love only me."

But there was nothing said of Pan's feelings as he pressed his lips firmly to Evie's, feeing her arch into him wantonly. It had been years that Pan had toyed with her, surmounting in this night. This one night where all foreplay would end, and he would finally sate his hunger. So as he pulled her white shift up her legs and over her head, she looked at him with a fire in her eyes, the heat of their bodies fusing into electricity. Pan traced his fingers over her bare skin, brushing over her nipples, her stomach, and finally lower to where her core was throbbing for him.

"No," Evie murmured, trying to pull his hand away from her centre, moaning breathily, "We've done that before. I want more."

"My, my Evelyn," he smirked, kissing along her bare stomach. "You're very eager to have me take you, aren't you?"

His words and touches had her moaning, and her body was moving desperately against his, hips crushing upwards while hands sought to remove him of his clothing. All hints of laughter gone from his face, Pan looked down at her with desire.

"Please Pan," she murmured, grasping at his arms as he leaned down to kiss her passionately, his teeth tugging at her lips as he pushed himself into her slowly, feeling her tense underneath him. He brushed her brown curls from her face that was clenched in pain but couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. "More," she finally hissed.

Pan pulled himself out of Evie before pushing back in again, this time with more force, building up a rhythm until her moans were no longer of pain, but pleasure, however similar the two were to the young man. Gripping her hip, tightly, he used it as leverage to push harshly into her, eagerly seeking out his own release.

"Tell me that you love me, Evie," Pan ordered huskily as he felt his orgasm approaching, gripping her tightly as he bit down on the flesh of her shoulder, her yelp spurring him onwards. "Tell me."

"I love you," she breathed as she felt herself coming apart beneath him, dragging him along with her as he let out a guttural groan, finally collapsing atop him.

"You bastard," she finished finally, realising what he'd made her do. She pushed him off her body, staring up at the ceiling in horror. Her heart was calming down, only for her to be filled with an emptiness that she couldn't explain. Or at least, an emptiness that she didn't want to explain.

Turning aside from Pan, she grabbed at her dress as the dread filled her. Sitting on the edge, she felt him coming over to her, pressing cold kisses against her neck as he pushed her hair aside. "Thank you for that, Evie."

"Your heart feeling okay, Pan?" Evie asked, her voice inconceivably weak. "Now that you've taken away my love."

"Ah, but you gave it willingly, my dear," he answered, whispering upon her ear. "You gave me your love. And now you'll always be mine."

Evie melted into his whispering touches, his featherlight kisses that had her moaning once again. He spun her around and brought her back to him, but she was trying to fight him off, only her body was betraying her.

"Have you known? This entire time. Have you known what I was?!"

"Descended from the stars?" Pan asked feeling a renewed energy flowing through him, "Yes. But I knew you didn't."

"So you played me."

"No, I didn't!" Pan commented, affronted. Why it hurt him that she would assume the truth, he would never know. He had played her. Every part of her. "I just…I knew that you had to be here for us to find the stars. We could only see them when you were here. And then you kept coming back and I missed you and…"

Evie was kissing him. "I don't know what kind of demon you are Pan," she murmured angrily against his lips. "But if you care at all. Make this night memorable." She had to ignore the emptiness. She had to fill it with something.

"Of course, Princess."

And after intense, angrily passionate sex, Evie dropped, tired and sore all over, onto the pillows. She didn't snuggle up to Pan, but she turned over, drifting quickly into sleep.

Pan watched her, her figure rising and falling in the moonlight, with a puzzled expression. Why had he said those things? Been so adamant that she actually see something good in him. That wasn't him. He wasn't the good guy. He wasn't the kind to care –

Her love.

Her love wasn't only giving him power, the kind that could fuel his magic and youth for eternity, but it was giving him…feelings…

Feelings that he didn't want.

And as he looked at her, he tried his hardest to let his face harden, but he couldn't. And he knew she couldn't stay. She was here, looking for an escape. She probably even expected him to keep her.

"Goodbye, Evie," he murmured, with almost the barest tinge of regret before pulling her hand up to her necklace.

And where Evie had been, was cold air and empty space with the barest rumpling of sheets.

A pain shot through Pan's heart, but he ignored it.

He ignored it every day for the next two years.