In total Pan had let the lost boys play five different games. All the games would have its losers and winners. The winners would stay and the losers would go home. The games were actually tests to show strength, skills and loyalty. So now Pan had a group of strong, tall and loyal lost boys, but only one of them could replace Felix place as second-in-command. Pan stood from his throne, taking a step forward as all the boys stopped their rambling.

"Lost boys," he started. "our last game is hand to hand combat, the one who wins all the fights wins!" The few boys who stand before him cheered. "To the arena!"

The boys rushed out of the throne room to the arena and Pan followed behind them. He walked up to a guards, tapping his shoulder. "Send word to town, make sure every lost one and adult is in the arena," he ordered the guard who nodded and turned.

Pan smirked and looked over his shoulder, but the words he wanted to say died in his throat. He really had to stop doing that. Felix was gone, there was no one behind him who he could talk to. That's why he was holding this competition.

Pan shook off the sad feeling and straitened himself before walking towards the arena. As he arrived and sat down on his throne that stood high above everyone else he saw the lost boys already standing before him, waiting for him to tell what they had to do. Slowly the seats around the arena filled with every resident of the town.

When all the seats were full he stood and the crowd went silent. "Welcome," he called with a grin, looking around at everyone. "our first battle will be Devin against Tootles, Thomas against Rufio, Ace against Slightly and Nibs against Curly." The boys nodded and went to stand across from their opponent. "Rules are simple, no weapons, first one to hit the ground loses." Pan clapped his hands. "Let's begin!"

Pan sat back in his throne with a grin as he watched the boys fight. Rufio gave Thomas a left hook and Pan shot up in his seat, laughing as Thomas fell to the ground. "Did you see that! That must have hurt, definitely going to leave a bruise," Pan laughed and again looked behind him only to find no one except for the guards. He shook it off as he set back, not allowing himself to think of Felix again.

His eyes were back on the fight but the grin didn't came back to his lips. The first round ended with Tootles, Rufio, Slightly and Nibs winning. Now Tootles fought against Slightly and Nibs against Rufio. Peter tried to enjoy the fighting as much as he could but there was just something less enjoyable about it.

And just like that the second round was over and only Tootles and Rufio were standing, ready to fight each other. Peter stood from his throne and put on a smirk as he looked down at them.

"This round if for the win, fight like your life depends on it," he said and the crowd cheered and howled. "Begin!"

Peter knew Tootles and Rufio from before the first curse back in Neverland. They were both strong and loyal. Somewhere in the back of his mind he already knew one of them was going to win this game. He was actually curious to see who would win since they both matched each other's strength and tactics.

Pan sat a little more upright when the fight got more aggressive by the moment. Rufio had the upper hand until Tootles grabbed a sharp looking stone from the ground and punched Rufio with it right in the face, making him fall to the ground.

Pan stood abruptly and yelled, "Enough!" he glared down at Tootles. "I said no weapons. Get him out of my sight," he ordered the guards and made his way down to the fighting area. Pan extended his hand for Rufio to help him up. As soon as Rufio removed his hand from his face Peter froze. The stone had cut Rufio right across the face. A cut that would definitely leave a… scar.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Rufio accepted his hand and stood up. Pan looked away from him and raised their hands. "We have a winner!" he called and the crowd cheered and howled again.

Rufio also raised his other hand as the crowd began to yell, "Ru-fi-o, Ru-fi-o, Ru-fi-o!"

Pan smirked but didn't look at Rufio as he said, "Come, you need to get someone to look at that."

Rufio nodded and followed as Pan led him through the halls of his palace. "So, what exactly have I won?" Rufio asked after a while.

"As I said, you are now my second-in-command," Pan explained as he pushed open a door to the healer. He didn't need her but he quite liked the person who would inspect his wounds if he ever got hurt. "Violet," he said as he entered the room, a flirty smirk on his lips. "Rufio here has a cut that needs to be treated."

"You sure you are not hurt as well?" Violet asked as she stood, fluttering her eyelashes. "maybe I could check you just to be sure."

"No need, darling," he said, winking at her. "maybe next time."

Violet nodded and moved past him to where Rufio was examining all kinds of pots. "Sit here," he ordered him in a less sweet voice.

Rufio looked up at her and smirked, "And who are you, fair lady?"

"Just the healer," she said simply while gathering some of her supplies.

Pan crossed his arms, glaring at Rufio who ignored him completely. "And what is 'just the healer' her name?" Rufio asked without taking his eyes off her.

"If you had payed attention you would have noticed that Pan said it a few seconds ago." She walked over to him then, a cloth in her hand and a bucket of water in the other. Without warning she started dapping the cloth on his cut and he hissed, flinching away from her.

"What the hell is that?"

"Some herbs that will make sure that it doesn't get infected, now hush and hold still."

Pan smirked in amusement as Violet did nothing to keep her touch gently. The smirk faded when Rufio's reaction to the cleaning made his mind drift to someone else who had to get his cut cleaned. When that had happened Felix – who normally never let his pain be voiced – screamed when they cleaned it. He would only really scream when he was either in true pain or really frustrated. And even then only if there was no one around except for Peter to hear it.

That cut was a rather nasty, the scar showing just that. Peter frowned, he remembered Felix not having the scar for a while in the curse. But when he did have it, Hook was the cause of it again. It was exactly the same as before the curse which surprised Peter after he remembered everything. He still wondered how that could have happened.

Peter was snapped out of his thoughts when Rufio let out another yelp as Violet dapped the cloth on the cut again. "When you're done see me in the throne room," he said to Rufio. He didn't wait for an answer as he left the room. He needed some time alone because this only made his mind drift to his best friend over and over again.

Everything did, actually.

Sophia sat curled up against a log by the fire as Caligo put down some wood he had gathered to use as firewood. They hadn't spoken much since the kiss, only things like 'I'll start a fire' or 'see if you can find some food', nothing more. She was glad Caligo gave her some space, something he'd been doing quite a lot lately compared to how he usually pressed her.

He put some of the firewood into the fire and sat down. After a while he spoke up, "Why do you love him so much?" His voice was dark and emotionless. She forgot he used to speak like that most of the time because ever since they got here his voice had been anything but close to that.

"What?" she asked quietly, not really wanting to answer.

"Felix," he said the name as if it was poison on his tongue. "How can you love him so much that even after death you can't let him go?"

Sophia wrapped her arms tighter around herself before answering quietly, "He makes me feel whole. He can calm a storm inside me, can show me what is right when everything else is wrong." She smiled faintly at the memory of him. "Being with him, in his arms, it just feels like I'm in heaven." Her smile faded and she closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Without him I'm in hell."

"And I'm the devil that holds you there," Caligo said quietly, more to himself than to her. "I wish I could be your heaven," he adds even quieter. Sophia didn't reply to that, not sure how to even if she wanted to. After a while he stood again, not looking at her as he said, "I'll take first watch. Try to get some sleep."

He walked past her but she grabbed his wrist. He then looked at her for the first time since she ran from him. "Please hold me," she whispered.

"Why?"

"I feel lost and alone."

She let go of his wrist and looked down. He didn't move for a while before he came to sit down beside her. He hesitatingly reached out so she just moved closer to him, letting her head rest against his shoulder and snuggled deeper in his embrace. His hand came to rest on her waist as she closed her eyes. It may not feel as safe and warm as Felix embrace but it still felt nice to have someone who could hold her.

She felt his body relax after a few seconds and she sighed through her nose. Caligo started rubbing little circled with his fingers in the fabric of her shirt and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair. She still wasn't used to hear it coming from him and not from Felix. She didn't reply, only taking his hand and stroking it's back. She didn't feel the same and he knew it but still he tried, she had to give him credit for that. Maybe if he had started acting like this sooner she would have fallen for him.

Killian was pacing around before the little building of the healer station at the camp. It was starting to get dark but he didn't care, he needed to know if Swan was alright. That stupid boy had cut her right open and he was worried. He hated himself for being worried over someone other than himself but he couldn't help it. The last time he was worried over someone he ended up heart broken. Because Killian Jones only worried about people he cared for and if he cared for people they could hurt him.

But for now he pushed that aside. He would deal with that when he was sure she was alright. Mary Margaret and David were now with her but he hadn't heard anything else and it was killing him. For the past few days he had been in this camp he began to fall for the blond leader. He cherished every moment he had with her and the thought of not having those moments ever again was enough to drive him mad.

His head shot up when he heard the cracking noise of the door and Mary Margaret and David walked out of the little station. He rushed over to them, not caring how he looked. Before he could say anything Mary Margaret spoke up.

"She wants to see you," she said with a gently smile and stepped past him. David nodded at him before following his wife. Killian didn't hesitate one moment and stepped inside. The room was dark because of the late hour but the little oil lamp lit the room just enough for him to see her. She was sitting a little upright and he could see the white bandage around her stomach peeking from under her shirt.

"You wanted to see me," he said after clearing his throat. Now that he saw her a bit of nervousness crawled up in him and he scratched behind his ear.

"Yeah," she said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "I wanted to thank you."

"There is no need to thank me."

"I do," she pressed her lips into a thin line as if she was contemplating if she should tell him something or not. "you saved my life, more than once." She looked like she wanted to say more but kept her mouth shut.

He walked a bit closer to her, sitting down on the edge of her cot. "You would have done the same," he said with a smile. He wasn't actually sure she would but he wasn't the best in receiving compliments.

"I guess I now at least owe you my name."

"You don't owe me anything, love."

She laughed softly to herself and shook her head. "You've been asking ever since you got here and now that I'm willing to give it you don't want it?"

He moved a little closer to her, a smirk on his face. "Oh, I do want to know it, I just don't want you to tell it because you feel like you owe it to me," he let his smirk fade into a smile and nodded at her. "I want you to tell me because you trust me like your friends."

She looked taken aback by this a little, opening and closing her mouth a few times before clearing her throat. "Emma," she said quietly. "my name is Emma," she repeated a bit louder.

"Emma," he whispered, trying out the name on his lips. It sounded so familiar as it felt his lips, as if he had said it a million times before. "Emma Swan, it's a beautiful name."

She nodded and he noticed a small blush creep its way up her face as she looked down. He though it looked rather adorable to see her blush like that. Before he knew what he was doing he scooted closer to her, lifting her chin with his fingers and leaned in. The movement felt so natural, so familiar, just like the way her name sounded coming from him, just like the way she looked with a child, it was so familiar and still he didn't know why.

He caught himself right before his lips would meet hers. He felt her hot breath on his skin as her nose lightly brushed his. He wanted to back away, an apology already at the tip of his tongue when Emma closed the place between them. Her lips were soft against his and again he felt the familiar feeling.

Her hand made its way up his chest to his neck and found its way into his hair while the other gripped his shirt, pulling at it. The hand he had under her chin tangled itself in her hair. He pulled away and she followed his lips. He wanted to kiss her again and honestly he didn't know what was holding him back.

"That was…" he started, not knowing how to finish.

"A onetime thing," she whispered back to his disappointment and released her grip she had on him. He slowly backed away from her, not sure what just had happened. "I need to rest," she said not looking at him.

Killian nodded and stood up, walking to the door but turned to her just before he left. "I hope you feel better soon, Emma," he said softly, her name already rolling off his tongue easily.

She nodded and smiled softly, briefly meeting his gaze before looking away again. He closed the door behind him and made his way towards his tent while his mind drifted off to the kiss he shared with the beautiful blond.

A/N: Thank you all for reading!

Okay, so tell me in the reviews if you want Felix to return or not, I'm curious. and who knows, maybe he will, maybe he won't...