Sup! I live. Hold your applause please n_n

First to anyone who had subscribed to me as an author after reading Winter's Dark Angel on ffnet and was um... traumatized by my update to Nightfall (you know who you are) er...sorry, I guess? To be fair one's rated T, the other M peeps. And that's the EDITED version. Once posted on AO3 it will be at least 50% longer and mostly rewritten.

In other news, I recently tried to put my plot down on paper as opposed to keeping it in my head. Progress is slow going on that front. But I present to you more of it in writing! We see more characters from the show and other sources reimagined, make Team Good N Evil (even more) uncomfortable and check back in with Storybrooke. Occasionally doing more than one at once. Believe by Disturbed gets us going.

Small note, you'll get a taste of British Imperial racism this go round.

*OUATE*

*London, England: Circa 1898*

Scotland Yard blocked off the road surrounding #14 Bloombury Way. The home of the kind but affluent banking family reduced to a crumbling partially charred skeleton. Curious bystanders milled about the barrier trading their own ideas about what happened. Having no idea the bobbies had no clue as to what really occurred either.

Amid the chaos a girl found herself comforted by a stranger. Perhaps the East Indian manservant of a neighbor.

"Don't cry my dear. You are safe." His accent very prominent but his words crystal clear even with the cacophony around them.

Crying in the arms of a strange man was not lady like. Nor remotely dignified. But then neither was her current appearance. Blond curls more closely resembled a bird's net. Ragged and singed satin which used to be her night gown barely clung to her frame. Ribbon and lace held on by a thread or was missing altogether from the formerly beautiful white garment. Now, she resembled a beggar girl from the gutter.

"But it was for nothing! Bae sacrificed himself for nothing!"

"Breathe child. The danger is gone." The man stroked her hair soothingly. "Now what do you speak of?"

"Even though he gave himself to the shadow it came back for my brothers now they're dead! Mother...Father...It's master probably killed Bae too for trying to deceive him." She continued to wail. She didn't care that the kind stranger most likely thought her a complete nutter. What did it matter now?

If not so distracted by her grief, she might have noticed some oddities about the site. Especially that no one other than this foreign man noticed her. Not a single officer came to her side before he made his way out of the crowd. Not to check on her well being or interrogate her. Even now, the pair was ignored.

Or the robes he wore were far too elaborate for a servant, no matter how wealthy the employer. Blue dye of that quality was simply too expensive. Silk was also not so liberally awarded to the help, uniform or no.

Seeing the malevolent smirk as he coddled her would have been a dead giveaway as well. But the whole ordeal was just too traumatic. Too much to handle at once so she found herself fainting from the shock of it all. Without further ado, the two vanished in a swirl of black mist.

Shame really, hearing the conversation between two officers near where they'd been would have saved her so much pain.

"Family of five lived here sir. But...we only found the banker, his wife and the dog. Crushed under the brick." A lieutenant reported

"Probably buried deeper or in another part of the house. The children must be there, it's 3 am where the blazes could they be?" The chief grunted.

"Not sure sir. Neighbors round here are the busybody sort. No one noticed anyone but the help coming and going all night."

"Yes well it's only the beginning after all."

Lieutenant Briggs didn't really hear the response. He'd caught sight of a dark shape darting about the ruins.

"You there!" The younger man barked startling his CO. The boy he pegged as suspicious from his attire among other...features. Dressed head to toe in worn black leather sporting beaded tassels of all things his belly was bare. Tufts of red fabric shone through the many rips in his rather tight pants. The outlandish strips of red in his spiky black hair screamed hoodlum. His face bruised and bleeding profusely. Limping and favoring his right shoulder; must have lost a brawl.

Looking like one of those tailless monkeys out east didn't help either. How the bloody hell did he get past his fellow yardsmen?!

"Hmm. Interesting..." The voice coming from the youth's mouth was highly disturbing. Deep and grating. Cold with a watery undertone. The eerie shift from brown to glowing white his eyes did unsettled the man even more. "I suppose you'll do." Before Briggs could react, the unnatural boy pounced.

"Briggs! What the devil's gotten in to you man?!" Chief Prewitt reprimanded watching him stumble slightly.

"Terribly sorry sir." He shook his head. "Thought I saw someone in the wreckage. Dog or something I guess."

"Right then. Carry on." At the dismissal, Briggs turned on his heel swiftly walking back to his post. His strangely mismatched shadow written off a trick of the light.

*OUATE*

*Storybrooke: Present*

Near the town line, two visitors spoke into a dimly lit crystal sphere the size of a baseball. The elder held it as both leaned against their candy apple red convertible.

"Sir, who is she?" A light brown haired man asked.

"One of Destane's former toys. The one who 'killed' him. Stupid wench. Still, this Sultana Jasmine must be watched. And eliminated if need be; our goals may be similar but not the same. Anything else to report?"

"The residents are wary of her. The fairy matriarch has come up with a plan of sorts to attack after the ruckus at the shop but she has yet to fill the others in. Though we suspect it involves using the Black Fairy's wand..." His taller companion trailed off. "The vandal wasn't able to extract the target but neither were we sir."

"Still well and good, don't fret over that. So...'Blue' believes it dire enough to go back to her old ways. If only she had the guts to do that before the curse. Half of this wouldn't be an issue. Very well. Keep watch, be seeing you soon."

"Sir?" Both blinked.

"Peter Pan never fails boys. Henry's heart is mine. Just a few kinks to work out before we come to Storybrooke. Don't get complacent though." The voice from the ball laughed as the purple fog within it dissipated leaving a perfectly clear orb.

"Well you heard him Michael. We've got a fairy and a royal to spy on." The taller of the two pushed his glasses up on his nose.

"(Sigh) yeah, yeah John." With a snap of his fingers, he transformed into a tiny red bird with black wings.

"A Tanager? Why not a Cardinal? Honestly what is it with you and red?" John laughed as his brother puffed up his feathers before dive bombing him. "You were one last time I get it. I know you don't want the wand waving twits to notice, just teasing."

With that, he himself snapped banishing the vintage vehicle. While his brother flew towards town he marched into the woods. His form shrinking as he went until in place of a grown man was a grey tabby.

Time to curl up in Jasmine's windowsill and pretend to be a lazy feline again.

Oh yeah he got the easier gig.

*OUATE*

"So...now what?" Neal huffed.

"Now we go back to Storybrooke." Henry nodded.

"We as in..." David frowned

"All of us grampa. Er...Pan! " the boy called out.

"Yes precious?"

To the shock and horror of most of the group, Neverland's ruler reappeared scooping the young boy up into his arm. Peppering his throat with kisses. He beamed at the disgusted expressions of the adults. The soft mewling of their little one, watching his cheeks flush turned both older boys on. The fact that it wasn't even conscious made it more alluring. Oh if only they knew the wicked things they both wanted to do to the boy...

"Time out. First, for the love of god don't do that in front of us. Knowing we can't stop it-" Emma groaned.

"Which is why we do it." Felix laughed.

"Knowing we can't stop it YET is nerve wracking." She finished louder. "Second shouldn't we be more worried about the next big bad?"

"My eyes and ears in Storybrooke tell me we may have a new ally. Or enemy. That may all depend on how she reacts to you your majesty." Pan yawned.

"What?" Regina blinked.

"Of course you had more spies. Wait no one new besides Greg and Tamara came to town." Rumple frowned. "And as far as we know they hadn't a clue who the home office truly was."

"Well, those two were expendable but a rather useful distraction. Of course you never noticed the real coordinators. Let's just say they'll be ever so glad to see you Baelfire."

"Always with your games my Evil Angel. We really ought to be going though." Gabriel sighed dramatically.

"Oh no. I'm taking my ship not your wonky method." Before anyone could object, the ghost captain faded away.

/Wait, he could have gotten us here and back without a bean?! That low down wretched-!/ Regina's last thought remained incomplete as the group blinked out of existence.

The camp carried on as if nothing unusual had just occurred.

*OUATE*

For the purposes of my story, the Darlings lived in the same realm as Storybrooke, just in the past. So while time is pretty fluid and flows differently between worlds, those two points are fixed in place. And yes, I did bump the time period for Peter Pan back a few years. Cuz...reasons.

If you don't know who that boy was in the beginning...I can't help you. You obviously haven't seen my favorite lost boy, my favorite theatrical incarnation of the Peter Pan tale or the world's most bangarang live action portrayal of the boy who (almost) never grew up. Even though the tights chafed. We will miss you Robin T_T

Also with that scene, 'tailless monkeys' is a slur for Filipino people coined around this time. Terrible I know but you were warned. Seriously though, he's the voice of Zuko in Avatar the Last Airbender people! No more hints. Google it!

Let me know whatcha think. Reviews are like hugs! Sirensoundwave out!