A/N: Hey guys!

This is a little more Pan backstory. Hope you're enjoying! Thank you all for reviewing, I appreciate them even if you love or hate what I'm doing. =]

And, oh God, I do not know how I'm going to last three months of this. I just...feels...can't function. Those last four minutes? There are tears falling down my face half from frustration and sadness and anticipation of all the CaptainSwan there's going to be next year.

But anyway, Pan's still around for those of us reading this, so enjoy this chapter guys! xx

Therapy

50 Years Ago

Nevi was running through the Neverwoods with her hair flying out behind her. She was laughing as her bare feet ran through the long grass, the sun peeking through the clouds ever so often. Tootles and Slightly were chasing her, but keeping just out of sight at all times.

"I know you're here boys," she called out in a sing-song voice.

They jumped out of the trees as her words, tackling the girl to the ground. But twisting around when she hit the ground, she held one boy in each arm, placing kisses on each of their foreheads that they wiggled away from, "Eww!"

They all laughed as the boys dusted themselves off, Peter Pan coming around the corner just as Slightly and Tootles began to tickle her.

"No!" she laughed uncontrollably, her face screwing up, "Please boys!"

"Alright boys, I think our guest has had enough for today," Pan said with a genuine smile, leaning against a tree with his arms folded. The two boys said goodbye to a breathless Nevi before scampering off at a fast pace. Peter walked forward and held out his hand for Nevi to take it. Instead, her eyes took on a mischievous glimmer and she pulled him down on top of her.

In surprise, Pan felt himself suddenly inches away from Nevi's face. "Got you," she murmured playfully, before he rolled off her and lay on his back beside her, her joyous laughter filling his ears. The sun sparkled above them, like stars peeking through in the daytime.

"I wish I could stay forever, Peter," Nevi sighed, knowing that soon, she would have to wake up. She looked over at the boy whose eyes were fixated on her in wonder and curiosity

"I'll find a way Nevi," he answered suddenly, his hand finding hers and holding onto it tightly. "I'll find a way for you to stay."

Present Day

Hook was running his hand over Ella's arm softly, tracing the numbers of her tattoo and drawing nonsense onto her skin. It was late for Ella to be asleep. Normally she was up at dawn, but it was nearing ten and she was still unconscious. Or at least, Killian thought she was. Stopping his movements, he tried to settle back into a comfortable position in order to maybe get some more unnecessary sleep. But the moment he did, Ella spoke.

"Don't stop," she murmured sleepily, "It feels nice."

He returned his hands to her arms and felt her shiver beneath his touch. Pressing his lips against her shoulder, he began to kiss upwards towards her neck, feeling her bend into his touch.

"This is the first time I've ever woken up after someone," she admitted as she turned over onto her back, Hook's eyes staring down at her adoringly. He leant down to kiss her and her hands automatically came up to his shoulders to grasp onto his neck. Even first thing in the morning, Hook was a fantastic kisser.

And then Ella had to go and ruin it.

"We need to get up. I need to check on Pan."

Hook groaned as he rolled off her, annoyed by the fact that Pan, once more, sat in between them. But he knew it was important to her, so he didn't say anything. His breathing did happen to tense up quite a bit though.

She threw on one of his shirts over her tank top as she left, feeling the heat in the day and fully intending to go for a swim later. Not in deep, because no matter how much she tried to fight it, the sea still scared her.

"You going to come for a swim with me later?" Ella asked at the door. Hook's eyebrows raised at the suggestion before a smirk graced his face, "Will you be naked?"

"Not unless you want half of Shayan seeing my body parts," she returned with a wide smile. His face dropped in shock as she closed the door, laughing.

"You're back?" Pan looked up at her in surprise as she entered his room. "I didn't think..."

"I would ensure that you don't kill yourself?" Ella enquired. His eyes told her that he honestly wasn't expecting that. She held out a pitcher of water and a sweet roll for Pan's breakfast. He wasn't as hesitant to take thme as before, but he still ate slowly and carefully.

"How was your sleep?" Ella looked at her eyes and realised that the boy probably hadn't slept a wink.

"Non-existent," he answered honestly before looking away from her, "I see...bad things when I sleep."

"I used to as well," Ella nodded, realising that in some obscure way, their nightmares were because of each other.

"You smell like...not you," Pan said suddenly, seeming confused as Ella flushed. She was wearing Hook's shirt, and after spending the night with him, undoubtedly didn't smell like her usual self. That Pan knew that disconcerted her. Although, she couldn't deny that she knew exactly what his scent was too.

"You look a little not like you," she retorted without telling him what was happening. If he really wanted to know, he'd figure it out himself. But Ella didn't need the boy suddenly having a burst of jealousy and reverting to his old self. "How are the..."

She didn't continue her question, just took a glance at his nails and saw them free from all blood before nodding in appreciation and sitting back against the door.

"So what do we do now?"

"We could do therapy," Ella shrugged, "But I feel like if I'm your listening ear, I'll probably walk out after a few minutes."

"Oh." Pan's face fell as he took the final bite and put the empty pitcher aside. There was a moment's silence before Ella took a deep breath.

You aren't just talking to help him Ella. This is for you as well.

"Maybe, we could start at the beginning," she said hesitantly looking up at him. "Tell me about yourself..."

Pan seemed hesitant to look at her as he murmured, "Are you sure you want to hear all this Ella?"

"No," she answered honestly, but strongly, "But I need to."

Pan took a deep breath before starting softly.

"I was born in high summer, almost three hundred years ago, in a small town now lost to common knowledge. When I was a child, I was taken to Neverland in my dreams. I was the only one there; and it was amazing..."

There was so much truth in his words and so much wonder that Ella found herself enraptured by the sound of his voice. It was almost comforting.

"And when I was sleeping one night, my parents were taken, murdered in their sleep. I was working as a craftsmen at the time, wire bending, and so I could support myself. But it was a lonely existence. I had no one."

"One day, a man unable to pay me gave me a priceless magical bean, and unintentionally, I activated it in my sleep. When I woke up, I was in Neverland."

Ella frowned, "Just like that?"

"My problems started after, Ella," Pan sighed, leaning back into the darkness.

"From then on, I only got worse."