Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or storylines of OUAT or Maleficent, excluding Andy.

A/N: This chapter is for all you Pan lovers. :) Also, I'm trying to think of what their ship names would be. Lol. Pandy?

A lone tear escaped from Andy's vacant brown eyes at the thought of the sickening memory. For the first time since her arrival in Neverland, Andy allowed herself to sob, her body shaking as the memory vividly painted itself into her brain - the blood, the helpless cries, the humiliation, the betrayal. It felt all too real as she drowned herself in a river of sorrow and despair.

Nobody wanted Andy. Nobody ever had and ever would. This painful memory was just a constant reminder of the reality she tried so hard to conceal. Emma's words of confession only pushed her to see who she truly was as well - an orphan, a Lost Girl.

At first, Andy felt a deep sense of empathy for Emma, being an orphan as well. However, she began to realize that although their paths appeared identical, Emma had her parents whereas Andy did not; that was where their paths diverged. Emma was an orphan, yes. Yet, Andy was still an orphan. Emma's parents wanted her; Andy's parents did not. The sense of empathy Andy felt for Emma was replaced with a sense of envy.

Throughout her childhood, all Emma wanted was her parents. Now, she had them, but she was pushing them away. Andy felt angry. The one thing that Andy ever wanted was her parents as well, and here she was watching someone push their parents away. It was so selfish. Andy couldn't help but dislike the Savior and her treatment towards her parents.

Andy wondered how different things would be if her parents actually wanted her. Where would she be, and who would she be? She knew she wouldn't be here, stuck in Neverland, killing people under Pan's orders like it was as easy as breathing. She would have never grown up unloved and hated by the woman she had lived with for sixteen years. She would have never ran away. She would have never met Morgan Kidd. He would have never betrayed her. She would have never neared death. Pan would've never saved her. She would've never met Bae, or let him go. She would've never met Hook.

It was pathetic really, the feeling that came with crying. At first, the emotion of sadness and grief is unbearable, followed by anger, succeeded by a sense of shame and insecurity, and finally followed by a wave of calmness. When Andy had finally reached the latter, she climbed down from the branch she was perched on and began to head back towards Pan's compound. She had thoroughly exhausted herself for the day, haunted by the ghosts of her past.

As Andy made her way through the Dark Jungle, doubt resurfaced from the pit of her stomach and ate away at her thoughts. She hadn't even realized it at first. It was a pirate who betrayed her trust; what made this one, Captain Hook, any different?

The painful memories began to flood her brain all over again. She pressed her hands against her ears, trying to shut them out, but they flooded her mind in tidal waves, each crashing against the shore with an increasing amount of force, growing louder and stronger with each pounding heartbeat.

No. I can't do this again. I will not be the stupid nineteen year old I was all those years ago. I have to be smarter now. I have to get through this. Somehow. I am not Lilliana of Hamelin. That girl died a long time ago. I am Andrea Lux of Neverland.

Other than her physical abilities as an assassin, survival was what Andy was good at. In order to survive, Andy needed to do what she did best - acting alone. She couldn't afford to depend on anyone other than herself. She couldn't place her trust in Hook, and she couldn't place her trust in Pan either. The both of them were just too unpredictable. Hook promised her a way out of Neverland, so long as they succeeded in defeating Pan. On the other hand, Pan promised her safety and survival, so long as she remained loyal to him. What Andy needed was a reliable back up plan just in case either Hook or Pan fell short of their promises. After all, disappointment was wonted and habitual throughout her life. Andy assessed the situation mentally, rather addled. So, what did that make of Andy? An agent for Hook? A double agent for Pan? Or a triple agent for herself?

With each footstep against the dark soil, Andy's thoughts trailed further and deeper. How could she gain the trust of the two in order to save her own skin? Hook was easy, but what about Pan? He was a master of schemes, tricks, and games. As she continued to walk through the dark foliage of the jungle, an idea began to form in her head. It was a complicated and risky idea, but an idea nonetheless.

What if I told Pan about my alliance with Hook?

The idea seemed incredibly bizarre and insanely stupid, but Andy's mind began to wonder further.

Pan knows that something is up. What if I lead him off my trail by deliberately revealing my alliance with Hook?

Andy's dry eyes widened with fear and excitement at the idea. Immediately running off a train of adrenaline and into the unknown, Andy sprinted her way towards Pan's compound.

She ungracefully tripped and stumbled over the overgrown vines, hidden in the forest floor. Stray branches swiped at her face, and dry leaves hitchhiked onto the stands of Andy's hair, blowing wildly through the night air. The darkness of the night concealed most of her path, and she hadn't watched where she was going. She ran straight into a large, solid object with a loud thump, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying to the cold forest ground.

"You know, I would typically complain, but I'm currently enjoying what I'm seeing," Hook chuckled. He held out his hand for her to grab. "And here I thought that you were some superhuman assassin."

Andy grabbed his hand grudgingly, lifting herself from the ground. "I'm human," she defended weakly.

"Of course you are, love," he sighed, rolling his eyes at her stubbornness as she dusted herself off haughtily.

"What are you doing out here anyways? Shouldn't you be back with your group?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I'm not one to socialize," he explained, "especially in family affairs."

"Oh so the pirate captain himself is afraid of invading precious family moments?" Andy teased, crossing her arms across her chest as Hook shook his head, laughing.

"So love, care to explain why you were running before you, fortunately, ran into me? I'm assuming it wasn't for simple exercise."

Andy slightly panicked, remembering what was on her mind before she ran into the pirate captain. First, she betrayed Pan. Now, she was betraying Hook. She was an assassin, not a traitor, but her survival was her top priority. She only hoped that the pale moonlight through the trees would not reflect the gleam of guilt across her eyes. In her defense, she was torn.

"I was looking for you actually," she lied.

Hook's eyes lighted up as a smug smirk spread across his face. He leaned in, curious about the Lost Girl. "Oh really? And what for, may I ask?"

"I wanted to see if there was anything I could help with now that your group has sort of pissed off Pan," she lied further.

"How considerate of you, assassin," he grinned. "Now that Emma's unlocked the map, we need help in infiltrating the camp and removing Henry. We need someone that Pan trusts to help get us in. My thoughts brought me to you. So, any ideas?"

Andy chewed on her bottom lip, thinking hard. How could she help herself, but make it look like she was helping Hook?

"I can help you guys get in, yes. But it's more than just that," she sighed. Hook listened intently. "Once you get in, you need an escape plan. It's not as simple as 'get in, get out.' And by escape plan, I mean not just from Pan's compound, but from Neverland."

"I see," he said deep in thought, scratching his chin.

"Well, how did you arrive in Neverland in the first place?"

"With a compass, which I must politely remind you that you stole, and magic. Perhaps if you could return the compass, we could focus on the subject of magic," he said, his blue looking intensively into hers as if he were challenging and testing her loyalty.

Andy swallowed her pride and reached into her pocket, trapping the cold, metal object in the cage of her anxious fingers. She didn't enjoy placing her trust in others, especially after she promised herself that she would protect her life before anyone else's. However, she needed to gain Hook's trust in order for her plan to succeed. This was a sacrifice she needed to make in order to play the part correctly and soundly. She released her cage around the compass and dropped the magical object grudgingly into Hook's hand.

"Good girl," he grinned and winked, storing the compass in the pocket of his leather coat. Andy grimaced.

"Shut up," she said rolling her eyes.

"And now, on the subject of magic," Hook said, happily patting the pocket occupied by the magic compass.

"About that, I have an idea," Andy offered, hoping that she was convincing enough to maintain Hook's trust. She cleared her throat before speaking.

"I'm all ears, love," Hook nodded, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Tinker Belle, the fairy who lives on the island. If she still has pixie dust, she's our best bet out of Neverland," Andy said.

"Tink?"

Andy's eyebrows furrowed. "Do you know her?"

"We had a run-in a couple of years ago," Hook grinned, light brightening his blue eyes at the thought of a fond memory.

Andy pursed her lips, and her temple slightly twitched. "So you two do know each other. Great," she said, bitter sweetness apparent in her voice. "Perfect."

"Don't tell me you're jealous, love," he laughed. "We're simply acquaintances."

"Oh I am not jealous Hook. The details of your personal life are entirely your business," she waved off, walking away. He really is full of himself. "Acquaintances," my ass.

"I can't help it if I'm devilishly handsome," he defended.

"Whatever! I don't want to hear about it."

"Love, where are you going?" he called out, jogging to catch up with her.

"Pan is expecting me. I'm going to get some rest, and so should you," she said, continuing towards the compound.

Hook's amusement was replaced with disappointment. "You'll be back tomorrow though?" Hook asked, insecurity hidden in his words.

"Don't try and miss me too much captain," she teased.

"You'll be the highlight of my dreams," he grinned. "See you tomorrow, love."

Andy rolled her eyes and disappeared into the shadows of the Dark Jungle, leaving a fascinated pirate in her wake.

Past

A phantasmagoric spectrum of multicolored lights shone through the stained glass windows of the throne room, making the dark marble floors gleam like the metamorphosing inside of a kaleidoscope.

Maleficent stood in the middle of the illuminated room with baby Lilliana in one arm. She observed the small creature intently. Baby Lilliana stared up at the dark fairy with bright, round eyes, a soft twinkle in an ocean of brown. Maleficent's piercing cold eyes stared into that ocean of brown as if she were lost in an ancient library pertaining the entire universe's oblique mysteries and secrets. How can such a small being possess such a strong understanding of the ways of the world without even experiencing them?

It's because they haven't experienced the cruel realities of the world yet, but Maleficent had. She was betrayed, rejected, but she thrived in this isolation. This anger, this emptiness was all she had. However, from when she first held the baby Lilliana in her arms, she felt something growing inside of her. The unknown feeling frightened her to her very core.

Diaval had said that the feeling was love. Maleficent had reacted badly, screaming and demanding him to leave her alone. Love was powerful, but love was weakness. Love would be the end of Maleficent.

However, she couldn't deny that that the baby was changing something within her, even Diaval had to point it out to her; she was blind. Like she said, the unknown feeling frightened her to her very core. But she couldn't allow this baby to deter her from her goal. She had to remember who she was and why. She was angry. She was hurt. That's all there was to Maleficent. She was a villain and nothing more. No one, not even the innocent little baby of her sworn nemesis, could ever change that.

Present

Andy arrived at the compound, fingers rather numb from the anxiety of the future events. She was nervous. She wasn't sure about how Pan would react to her "alliance" to Hook. Hopefully, he would give her a chance to explain. Her plan wasn't meant to be entirely selfish. In her defense, it was a fool-proof plan. If Hook failed her, she still had Pan's trust and guaranteed survival, and if Pan disappointed her, then she had Hook's promise of a future. She took a deep breath, mustering the courage to face Pan.

She climbed the ladder to Pan's treehouse, appropriately the highest one in the compound. Once her feet stepped onto the wooden platform of the balcony, she heard Pan's voice from inside. "Come in."

Andy did as she was told and entered. Pan was lying down on the white bed, arms behind his back. His eyes were fixed on the open ceiling at the stars, not even acknowledging Andy's presence in the doorway.

"Pan?" Andy said gently.

He removed his eyes from the radiant constellations and met Andy's in a locked gaze. Were his eyes always that shade of green?

"You did good today Andy. The Prince, good choice. Really stirs things up. I was a little worried earlier," he admitted.

Andy moved towards the bed.

"Why were you worried?"

"You seemed distant. I mean, normally, you are rather indifferent. But you didn't seem excited. You usually love using Dreamshade."

Andy bit her tongue before responding. "I was tired that's all."

"If you say so," he said, unconvinced.

Silence filled the air, choking a blunt response out of Andy.

"I'm working with Hook," she admitted, color draining from her face. There was no turning back now. She had jumped completely into an unfathomable abyss.

The look in Pan's eyes was unreadable. Silence hung in the air. The spotlight was burning down on Andy, and Pan was merely a spectator.

"Hook offered me a deal - to work against you and help his group. In return, he would give me a home back in Storybrooke," Andy confessed in a clear voice. "And I said I would help him and his group find your compound and retrieve Henry."

Pan's expression remained stoic, the calm before the storm.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked after another moment of silence.

Andy took a deep breath before delivering the icing on the cake. "I told him that I would help his group into the compound." Pan was now on his feet, advancing towards Andy who stood her ground boldly.

His face was now inches from hers. He was close enough to either kiss her or snap her neck.

"I told him that I would lead him straight to you and Henry," Andy continued.

Pan pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching. He looked deeply into her brown eyes, searching for a non verbal explanation to her confession. Her soft honey brown eyes possessed no look of panic or alarm at the contact of his warm skin against hers.

"And why would you tell him that?" he questioned, his voice deep and dangerous.

Andy wetted her lips and spoke. "I told him that I could lead the group straight to you..."

Pan raised an eyebrow, allowing her to continue.

"So that you could enjoy the satisfaction of killing them yourself," Andy finished.

Pan stood against Andy, a current of heat flowing between the thin line separating their tense bodies. Andy watched him closely as his mouth curved into a wicked grin.

"Earn their trust and then pounce when their backs are turned," he summarized in a low voice. His eyes bored into hers, hazy with a thick cloud of want and desire. "Now that, A, is how you play the game."

And with those words, Pan lips captured Andy's possessively in a hot, passionate kiss, their bodies locked in a tight, electric embrace, eliminating any remaining sliver of space between the two of them. His hands moved feverishly up and down Andy's body, an expert at her game.

Pan had moved them from their spot in the room by pushing Andy up against the wall of the bedroom. He loved the feeling of control he had over her as he pressed his firm body against hers. He loved the feeling of battle when she refused to be dominated by him.

Andy struggled to remain unresponsive and indifferent, but her body was betraying her. It was impossible not to let out a moan as their tongues battled for dominance.

Overwhelmed by the heat intensifying inside of her, Andy ran her hands through Pan's wild hair, gripping on desperately and pulling him closer as he removed his lips from hers and placed them on the delicate skin of her neck, marking her as his. Pan grinned smugly when he heard her let out a tiny whimper as he nipped at the skin below her ear, her soft spot.

"Don't even try and pretend, Andy," he grunted out against her lips in between an exchange of hot kisses. She tugged harder on his hair and wrapped her long legs around his waist, driving him crazy.

Pretend? Crap. What is he talking about? Does he know?

"Don't try and pretend like you don't want me. You do. Badly," he breathed against her lips. "So no matter how hard this pirate tries to convince you that he's on your side, or charm you, remember that he will never be able to make you feel like the way I make you feel. He will never be able to make you scream as loud as I can. You owe me. You will never be his or anyone else's. You are mine, Andrea Lux."

Past

They had just arrived in Neverland. Pan held Andrea's bloody body in his arms as they landed gently on the forest floor of the compound. Most of the Lost Boys were lost in their slumbers and cries, all except for one who eyed the pair dangerously.

"And what do we have here?" the hooded Lost Boy asked, leaning casually and comfortably against the trunk of a tree, lazily twirling his large club across the dark soil. His grey eyes looked up and met the commanding state of his leader. "A girl, Pan? Really?"

"She's not just some regular girl, Felix," Pan defended in a firm voice. He lowered Andrea's limp body onto the soil.

"I don't care Pan! We can't have a girl in Neverland. We're the Lost Boys!" Felix argued, grey eyes flashing with betrayal.

"Why are you so concerned about having a girl in Neverland? Are you scared of cooties or something Felix?" Pan mocked, leaning over Andrea's body. She was still alive, and her heartbeat was growing louder and stronger with each breath she took.

"No! You shouldn't be concerned about me; you should worry about yourself."

"Excuse me?" Pan questioned his second-in-command in a threateningly low voice. He stood and turned to face Felix, who stood firmly in his spot.

"We're young; we're teenagers," he began.

"And?" Pan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Whether we like it or not, we have hormones. We are slaves to our bodies, to human desire," he explained.

Pan remained silent, interested in what Felix had to say.

"And here in Neverland, we may be invincible, but there exists the one thing that can undo us, the strongest magic in existence."

"And what is that?"

"Love."

Thick silence hung in the air.

"Love makes one weak; it ruins them."

Pan stared at Felix before opening his mouth. He let out a dark chuckle. Felix observed his leader curiously. Pan had to hold his stomach to contain his laughs.

"I don't understand. What's so funny about that?" Felix demanded.

"Love? Really Felix?" Pan laughed darkly. "Human desire? Love isn't derived from human desire. Lust, perhaps. But not love."

Felix opened his mouth to speak, but Pan held up a hand to silence him.

"This girl means absolute dirt to me. She is a mere possession of mine; that is all. She is nothing but a pawn in my game, and a mere game piece will never be enough to topple the game maker," Pan explained as Felix's fears were eased and reduced. "Do not expect me to treat her special. She is nothing."

"Good. I'm glad," Felix smirked smugly.

"And you and I will make sure that she is reminded of what she is - a Lost Girl."

Present

The sun had not yet risen, and the birds had not yet begun their morning orchestra. Only the faint buzzing of insects could be heard through the open window of the treehouse. The white curtains remained motionless, awaiting their morning waltz with the gentle breeze from the ocean.

Andy stared out of the open window with a blank stare, eyes vacant and melancholic. Her bright face was pressed against a white pillow, a thin line spread across her plump lips into a frown. She had done it again. She thought that sleeping with Pan would be enough to distract her from her inward turmoil, but it only highlighted her emptiness, her numbness. She felt trapped in a void.

Pan's arms were wrapped around her slender waist, and his warm breath trailed down the smooth curve of her bare and exposed back. Andy tossed around in the white sheets, face to face with the sleeping devil. She observed Pan's features as he soundly slept. His green eyes were concealed behind soft eyelids and fluttering eyelashes. He looked so innocent. How could such a pure-looking boy be capable of such unspeakable things?

Here was the boy who caused her so much pain and grief, but Andy couldn't help but want to stay in his arms. She wanted to forget all of the hurt he caused her, but she couldn't. It wasn't right.

Andy felt something stir within her, something unexplainable. She gently pushed the wild hair away from his shut green eyes, revealing his innocent features even more. Andy leaned in, mesmerized by his warm breath dancing with and caressing the soft blush across her cheeks. She gently pressed her lips against his, holding his face in her hand. The unexplainable feeling within her grew as her heartbeat raced at the meeting of their lips.

Andy pulled away, the feeling within her slowly dying out. The emptiness returned and settled in her stomach, reminding her of who the boy was - Peter Pan. He treated her like a piece of flesh. She was inane to think that Pan could be able to make her feel...something, anything. He reminded her insistently that she was nothing but an assassin and a slave. She had no value. She was a mere game piece. She was a nobody, a Lost Girl.

Vexed, she removed his arms from around her waist, and escaped from the heat of the bed. She scrambled around the room, stealthily collecting her clothes, which were scattered around the room. She dressed herself, feeling her dignity restore itself. By the time Andy had finished fixing her tangled hair, the sun was beginning to rise above the horizon of the brilliant blue ocean, illuminating the sky with a blaze of red and orange.

Andy took that as a cue to leave. She did, after all, hate morning talks and dealing with Pan's smugness right after they spent the night together. She felt like maintaining her dignity that day. So, she made her way out of the room and down the ladder of the treehouse.

She surveyed the crowd of the sleeping boys. Their eyes were shut, but their eyebrows were furrowed as if they were having a bad dream. As she made her way through the compound, her heart froze, and her throat closed up tightly. It was him.

He was sitting alone a log, back facing Andy. He had the same dark brown hair, messy and unkept. Happiness flooded Andy's brown eyes as she raced over to the lone boy on the log.

"Bae!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around the boy, tears flowing from her tired eyes. "I can't believe you're here! I am so sorry, Bae. I am so sorry!"

Her words came out in choked sobs. She wiped away at the tears, clearing her bleary vision.

"Who are you?" the boy asked.

"What do you mean? Bae, it's me, Andy," she said, meeting the confused stare of the boy in her arms.

Her eyes widened at the boy as she realized that this wasn't the same boy as she had thought. Her removed herself from the tight hug, words caught in her throat. He was a complete stranger.

She was confused. The boy looked exactly like Baelfire. He had the same hair, same height, same awkward poise. Although, the boy did have a different eye color than Bae's. Bae's had been a deep brown whereas the boy's eyes were hazel. However, they had the same innocent yet stubborn twinkle in them. Still, he was a completely different person.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not the person you think I am. My name is Henry," he explained with sympathetic eyes.

Andy looked dumbfounded. Her jaw was dropped, and her eyes were saddened at the news. She swallowed her saliva to moisten her dry and cracked voice. "I am so sorry Henry. I just thought that you were -"

"Baelfire?"

Andy stared at him with surprised eyes. "Do you know him? Where is he? Is he ok? I haven't seen him in years."

Henry stared at Andy, words failing him. How could he tell her? The look in his eyes told Andy that what he was about to say wasn't good.

"Emma is my mom."

Andy knew this much, after Pan had explained the reason for the Storybrooke group's presence in Neverland. She nodded for Henry to continue.

"Baelfire is my dad," he said. "I knew him by the name of Neal Cassidy."

Andy's expression softened. So, Baelfire had grown up. A sense of sadness succeeded her feeling of happiness. She had missed it all, Bae growing up. He had moved on and forgotten Andy. He had made a new life for himself, along with a new name to fit. He deserved to be happy, though. She managed a small yet sad smile. He deserved to forget about Andy; she hadn't forgiven herself quite just yet for what she did to Bae.

"Is he here with your mom? I haven't seen him yet," Andy said, eager to see what Bae looked like now. She had missed him so much.

Henry's expression fell, the color draining from his face. Andy's eyes flooded with fear at what he had to say.

"My dad is dead."