A/N: Howdy team!

Still reeling from that Mid-Season Final. And finding writer's block a problem for the first time in two and a half months. I mean, I've written 120, 000 words since I finished school. I don't think I even wrote that much in school. But anyway, I might take a few days off, or I might suddenly get inspiration. My brain works in strange ways.

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Belief

50 Years Ago

Nevi was walking along the coastline with Pan's hand wrapped in her own. They spoke in hushed tones to avoid Felix's listening ears. That boy was always hiding somewhere around them trying to intrude upon their moments.

"The shadow?"

"Normally it argues with me concerning girls, but he seems to be eager to bring you here. I'm not too sure why."

"So…" Nevi gave a small frown. "I'll live here? All the time?"

Pan nodded with an excited smile. "I'll get you some real clothes."

"Yes, my night gown really won't cut it, will it?" Nevi smiled. She had gone to bed in normal clothes a few times to test whether her clothes would change in Neverland, but she had always appeared in her nightgown. She supposed, in sleep, she had it ingrained in her head that she would be in those clothes. She too would love to explore Neverland as one of Peter's lost boys…well…maybe not one of the boys…

"Come on," Pan said, giving her a gentle tug on the arm as the sun began to descend over the horizon. "We need to go and check on dinner."

"Can't we watch the sun set, Peter?"

He took a glance out at the horizon. He'd never thought of it as worthy of watching before, but he nodded for Nevi, and she sank into the grass, crossing her legs as Peter collapsed next to her, splayed out in relaxation. But he wasn't watching the sunset, he was watching the girl beside him, glowing in the light of the red dusk.

"I can't wait to be with you forever, Peter," she murmured as she watched the sun's descent. "It's so beautiful."

"It'll all be yours Nevi," Pan replied as he reached his hand out to thread through her hair. Her golden brown eyes locked on his green with a happy smile as he promised, "Forever."

Present Day

Ella waded into the water slowly.

It was low tide and the water was relatively still across the bay. Across the shore, families were lying out on the sand, games being played, and children and couples swimming.

Her boys were standing on the shore. Pan looking extremely uncomfortable beneath the hot sun, and Hook just hating the fact that he was within five metres of the young devil. Neither of them were talking, but eventually they both sank into the sand. Killian used his hand to cover his eyes from the sun as Pan followed his descent, keeping a fair distance away with his hands wrapped around his knees. It made him look, if possible, even younger than he was.

But the frown was a permanent fixture on Hook's face as he saw the longing look that the boy had out over the sea. For a few moments he thought it was just wistful, but when he followed Pan's eyes to where Ella was wading peacefully in the water, his eyes narrowed upon the boy.

"I don't trust you Pan," Hook said suddenly, as Pan turned round to face him, surprised that the pirate was actually speaking to him. "And I don't know why Ella's so keen to keep you on your path of redemption, but I'm not buying it."

"I don't expect you to," Pan answered, eyeing the pirate curiously. Even with that quick glance, Peter was able to confirm his own musings, "You care for her don't you?"

Hook stiffened under Pan's question before turning away his gaze, finally deciding to join Ella in the water. Stripping down to his breeches, he trotted barefoot across the sand before he hit the cool water. The temperature was a little bit of a shock, but he was incredibly eager to get away from Pan.

When Ella spotted him, her face widened into a smile, splashing through the glistening water until she met him. He snuck his wet hands around the dark cloth of her short dress and leant down to kiss her lightly. But there was something off about the tilt of her smile as she kissed him back. The next second, Hook felt a pressure on his shoulders and his head was dunked under the water. With his mouth open in surprise, his lungs were filled with water and when he resurfaced, it was coughing and spluttering to the sound of Ella's laughter a few metres away from him.

"You're going to pay for that, lass," Hook growled huskily, water still burning in the base of his throat as he began to move forward towards her. Ella grinned widely and held out her arms openly.

"Put it on my tab, Captain," she smirked.

Within seconds he had hooked one arm beneath her knees and slid the other behind her back. Sliding her hands around his neck, she looked at him coyly, purposefully glancing down towards his lips and licking her own. But Killian was on a path of revenge, and dropped her unceremoniously in the water, splashing it over his already wet body as he did so.

He grinned as she resurfaced, her shining black hair sticking to her face. As she coughed up water, Killian rubbed at her back, completely unapologetic for his actions. She started it.

Spinning around, she splashed him lightly with the water, not missing the way that he shivered or the way that water droplets were slowly beginning to run down his chest, glistening as they went. Her hands began to catch them as they fell, running their way up his chest as he pulled her closer through the ocean's blue water.

"We're in public, love," he murmured, acting affronted. But she merely tucked her head underneath his chin and let out a contented sigh in response. She wouldn't deny it. In that moment, Ella was happy.

Pan was sitting on the golden sand, watching the two of them with a settling feeling of sadness in his stomach. The colours surrounding him reminded him of her, and it wasn't something he wanted to remember. And he tried not to…but he couldn't. He couldn't forget her.

And then someone had to come and sit down beside him.

Wendy sat even further away from him than Hook, but he didn't blame the girl. He'd been fully intent on stealing her heart and using it to fix Neverland once he had the Neverfall Stone.

Mind you, he still wasn't too sure why she'd chosen to run away with the Hook, Ella and Tinkerbell over him. Pan thought he'd played the smarmy gentlemen well, but apparently not well enough. It was for the best, he supposed. It was probably better that she was here and away from it all; it was better to let Neverland die.

Little did he know that every moment he sat there on that beach in Shayan, Neverland was coming alive one moment at a time.

Presently, in Neverland…

Felix was absentmindedly scratching small insignias into the rocks as the lost boys drifted off to sleep. Night had fallen almost an hour ago, and the place was uncharacteristically quiet without Pan's flute flooding the island with music.

But over the past few days, he had noticed some life coming back to the island, which seemed strange. Each morning he had awoken to the sound of birds chirping, something he hadn't heard in years, and for some reason it was welcome. It reminded him of her.

"Thinking of me Felix?"

Her voice carried across the flowers and leaves that began to form her body, sitting beside him on the rock.

"Always, Nevi," he smiled genuinely.

"It's looking amazing, isn't it?" Nevara asked, staring out across the water where there was not a cloud to mar the reflection of the sky. "Neverland is healing."

"Is it truly because of Pan's absence Nevi?" Felix looked over at her in curiosity, still guarded around the girl. She had come to him months ago when he had been off searching for her. But they were on opposite sides of the war. Felix was always on Pan's side. But Nevi… Well, she had him conflicted. He still wasn't sure that he'd done the right thing in advising Pan about Wendy Darling (Plan B) and lying about finding Nevi (Plan A). But he couldn't regret it now. Not when they were sitting there together as Neverland grew once more.

"Yes. But the rest is up to you. I believe you can do it Felix," she said, her bright golden eyes looking into his. He was hesitant to take in her words, but then she reached out her floral transparent hand and left a feather light touch upon his cheek. "Fix the world."

As Nevi disappeared on the wind, her touch still lingering on Felix's cheek, he didn't realise the shallow nature of her words. He didn't realise that maybe, Nevi was as twisted as Pan was. Instead, he felt something within him that he couldn't remember feeling in a very long time. He thought, that maybe, it was belief.

In the Enchanted Forest…

A world away, lying on the sunlit beach as she dried off, Ella felt a shiver run down her back. For a moment, she was confused. It wasn't cold – nobody had touched her – but when Killian pressed his lips to the tip of her nose tenderly, she forgot about it.

And the twinge in her shoulders faded just as quickly as it had come.