Peter pushed the food on his plate around with his fork, still not feeling very hungry. He sighed and placed his fork on the table, sitting back in his chair.
"Get this out of my sight," he commended.
"Doesn't the food appetize you, Your Highness?" a servant asked as she took the plate.
"It's not the food," he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Is there something I can get you, sire?"
"No, just leave me alone," he said, harsher than he meant. The servant only bowed her head and left the dining room. Peter didn't have two seconds of complete silence when two guards stormed through the doors.
"Sire," one started as they all bowed down before him. "the woman, she escaped."
"What?" he asked, seriously not knowing what was going on.
"The woman with the blond hair of the Cobra Group escaped, she had help from a man we never encountered before."
"Everyone leave the room, expect you," Pan ordered. When everyone left the room he turned back to the lost boy guard. "Tell me about this 'Cobra Group'."
The guard stood a bit of confusion in his face. "The Cobra Group is the group of adults that live in the forest that are planning an attack against you. We still haven't found their camp. The blond woman that escaped is one of the leaders, she sneaks into town occasionally and collects clothing and sometimes convinces the other adults to join them."
Pan clenched his jaw, that was not part of the curse. How could this happen? The curse was designed to follow the wishes of the one who casted it, so why is there a group of people that are against him?
"Who was this man you spoke off earlier?" he asked the boy.
"I believe it was Killian Jones, Your Highness."
Hook. Of course it was Hook. "And the woman?"
"We don't know her name, but people call her 'The Swan'."
Pan sat back in his throne again. "You're dismissed."
The guard bowed his head and left the room. As soon as the doors were closed he let out a unhuman scream. Of course Emma Swan and Killian Jones would stand in the way of his happiness. He still didn't know how this could have happened. Something must have happened before the curse hit, something that caused this, but what?
Again he wanted to ask Felix if he had an idea but closed his mouth again before any sound could escape him. Felix was gone, he couldn't ask him. Pan stood up from his chair and walked out of the dining room, to his bedroom.
He entered his bedroom and set down at his desk. He found a map of his land rolled up next to his chair. He picked it up and rolled it out on his desk. Every inch of his New Neverland was drawn onto it, including the prison he held Sophia and Caligo in.
Pan smirked as he traced the lines of the prison with his fingers. They could never get out of there. Magic sealed, guarded by deathly creatures and miles away from the town, deep in the woods. The shackles and magic blocking cuffs wouldn't help them either. At least that went like he had planned.
"I'm hungry," Sophia said suddenly. "Are there going to be guards that bring us food or something?"
"Nope, Pan lets food appear every now and then somewhere in our cells and we have to find it in the dark," Caligo said with bitterness.
They had been in here for merely a few hour and Sophia was already missing sunlight. Caligo on the other hand didn't mind being in the dark, which didn't surprise her. They had been looking for any openings in their cells but everything was closed up, no escape possible.
Sophia's eyes gotten used to the dark and now she could make out Caligo's silhouette, but nothing more. Partly because there was nothing more to see. Sometimes when Caligo got really frustrated she could see his eyes shine red which amused her for some reason.
"What are we going to do?" she asked as she walked in circles. Before Caligo could answer she tripped over a tray of food that suddenly had appeared.
"Sounds like your diner is here," Caligo said. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Very funny," she snarled back as she pushed herself up, turning to her tray. She felt something that felt like bread and there was a cup, but it had spilled when she stumbled over it. "Great, I spilled my cup."
Caligo snickered and I she glared at him even though he couldn't see it. She heard him starting to walk. "Well, I guess I ha-" he stopped mid-sentence when he tripped over his chains. Sophia heard a thud and a soft mushy sound when he hit the floor.
"Let me guess, you have stew," she said amused, biting off a piece of her bread.
"Why would you think that?" he said but his voice was muffled, he probably still had his face in the stew.
"Just a hunch."
He raised his head and looked at her, his voice more clear. "Laugh all you want, this isn't that bad."
"Must be good for the skin," she mused teasingly.
"I have a spoon," Caligo said suddenly.
"Wow, a spoon, Pan is so generous," she said sarcastically.
"In fact, he is," he smirked and pushed himself into a sitting position. She heard him first break the spoon that she now assumed was wooden and then started fumbling with his shackles.
"What are you doing?" Then she heard a click and a 'yeah!' from Caligo. "You opened your shackles?"
"Only one, but now it's stuck in the lock. Do you have a spoon?"
Sophia felt around the floor and her tray for a spoon but couldn't find one. "No, I had just bread so it would be a bit strange if I had a spoon, too."
Caligo sighed. "Then I guess we have to wait for the next time we get our food."
"Guess we do," she said and leaned back against a wall, biting off another piece of bread. They ate in silence for a while which Sophia began to dread. As long as they talked she didn't have to think about… Felix.
Her chest tightened at the mere thought of his name and soon his face popped up in her mind. She closed her eyes and shook her head, wanting his face to disappear but also stay at the same time. The scene played in her mind again, Pan with his heart, his body lifeless next to the well and her powerless to do anything.
She placed her bread on the stray again and pulled her legs up to her chin, wrapping her arms around them. The pain she had been ignoring rushed its way up in every inch of her body. She buried her face in her knees, imagining it was Felix chest as she let her tears flow.
Sophia had really tried to forget about him for now even though she didn't want to forget him. Now she felt guilty for trying to forget him, but even if she wanted, she never could. That adorable smile, his grey eyes, the scar across his face, forever burned in her heart. She could never forget him.
A sob escaped her the longer she thought of him, but she didn't care. She wanted him by her side, rubbing her back, holding her close, kissing her hair. She wanted to wake from this nightmare, because that's how she thought of it, a nightmare. It just didn't feel real to her, without Felix nothing was real to her.
"Sophia?" she heard Caligo say softly. She didn't look up, didn't stop crying, she just wanted this to end. "Soph-"
"Just leave me alone!" she yelled at him. She immediately regretted yelling at him, but she couldn't help it. If he didn't distract her Felix would still have been alive, it was his fault, too. It was also her fault, for not realizing it sooner, for not looker deeper into the dream, for not staying with him the night before.
Just let this be over, let this be a dream, let me wake up.
Emma looked at Killian as he slept. She was seated next to him on the cot they placed him on when they entered the camp. Something familiar was in his face, as if she had known him. Maybe in another life.
Killian began to stir and groaned as he reached up with his hand to rub his head.
"Yeah, sorry, we dropped you twice on the way here," she said with a apologizing smile.
"Where am I?" he asked, his voice thick from sleep.
"Camp Cobra," she replied.
"Isn't that camp a myth?"
"See for yourself," she said as he opened his eyes. When he looked at her a flirty smirk appeared on his lips.
"Hello love," he said, pushing himself up with his elbows. "I don't believe I caught your name."
She stood from the cot. "That's because I didn't give it."
"Care to share it now?"
"Maybe later," she said and crossed her arms. "I have a few questions for you."
"Ask away," he said and leaned back again, resting his head on his hands, making his shirt rise ever so slightly. It took every bit of self-control in Emma not to look at the tanned muscled bit of skin that showed just above his waistline.
"Are you for or against Pan?"
"Against of course, I'm not stupid."
"I'll be the judge of that," she mumbled to herself as she started pacing. "What are your strengths and your weaknesses."
He seemed to think about this for a moment. "Strengths are probably the sword, but I can fight with a dagger as well and for weaknesses…" he looked her up and down, licking is bottom lip while doing so. "I could get distracted easily by a beautiful woman like yourself."
Emma felt a blush creep its way up her face so she turned it away from him as she asked the next question, "Do you want to join the Cobra Group and fight against Pan for our freedom?"
Killian stood up from the cot and started looking around the tent. "When I woke up this morning this was the last thing that I expected to happen," he said with a smirk and turned to her, walking slowly closer. "do you want me to stay?"
Emma lifted her chin, not letting this man under her skin. "Like I said earlier, we need more swordsmen."
"I do quite like the idea of spending more time with you and not having lost ones throwing mud in my face."
"Yes or no?" she tried to sound impatient, but the thought of him having mud on his face amused her.
"Why not," he smirked, stepping forward so there was barely space left between them.
"Good," she said, giving him a tight smile before turning and walking out of the tent. He followed behind her as she walked to David, Mary Margaret's husband and a close friend of Emma. "David, can you take care of the new one?" she asked pointing at Killian who was looking his eyes out.
"Can he swordfight?" David asked, sizing the man up.
"He has some skills, don't hold back," she smirked. David smirked back and grabbed two swords, walking over to Killian. Emma sat down next to Mary Margaret who handed her a bowl of soup.
"So how's it going?" Mary Margaret asked, sipping from her own bowl.
"Good, I guess," Emma shrugged.
"And the baby?" she asked gently.
Emma sighed and automatically covered her stomach. "Also good, the morning sickness has stopped, most of the time."
"Already and idea who the father is?"
Emma shook her head and took a sip of her soup. It was just so strange, she doesn't remember sleeping with someone a few weeks ago and she couldn't have been drunk because all the alcohol was banned from this land. Someone had probably drugged her, but who?
She knew everyone in this camp personally and no one would do such a thing. She sighed and looked at Mary Margaret.
"What am I going to do when it's born?" she asked. This question had been hunter her ever since she found out and for some reason now she found the strength to ask.
"Take care of it, don't let is become a lost one," she answered simply.
"But how?"
"Emma, look around. In this camp are more people with children and they aren't lost ones. I'm sure that if you ask some of the parents for help that they'll be glad to." Mary Margaret gave her a sweet smile and squeezed her shoulder softly before turning back to her bowl of soup.
Emma knew that she wasn't alone, that anyone would be glad to help her, but she just didn't know if she could do it. Normally people don't age in this land, but a wizard named known as the Apprentice created this camp. He put a protection spell over it so that not anyone can enter. Inside the camp you age, just like you would normally do, but the moment you step outside you're frozen in time again.
Most of the people in this camp live their lives like normal people would. They would find love, start a family and just die of old age. The more people there were in the camp, the further the protection spell extended. That was their first goal, to get more people and eventually take over New Neverland, but there weren't enough people for that nor was everyone willing to join them.
So there were now two sides of the camp; the one that would fight and the one that would live. Emma was part of the fight side, but as the days grew by and her baby started to grow she knew that she would have to go to the live side eventually.
She was scared, scared that she couldn't do it, scared that she would be all alone, doing nothing useful while her friends would take down Pan. She wanted to help them, fight with them, see Pan fall right before her eyes, but she wouldn't see that happen. She would only hear it as they would return and maybe, maybe she wouldn't hear it at all.
A/N: Thanks for everyone who still sticks around. please review, I don't know what you guys are thinking of this story and if you guys are even excited for this season, so please please let me know in a review, it really helps and I love to know what you guys think. If you have any suggestions or ideas or just what you really liked please let me know too.
(is seriously no one freaking out because I killed Felix?)