A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry for the delay! I got really busy today with like, band practice and songwriting and stuff. So here it is!

Apologies for any errors, its late and I'm editing this in a very tired state. =P

Thank you for the reviews my lovelies!

Enjoy. xx

Dance

50 Years Ago

Pan was humming a tune softly in his desk chair when Nevi finally came to his room that night. She climbed upstairs in her nightgown and sat on the end of his bed, waiting for him to finish writing whatever it was that he was documenting.

After a few seconds, Pan looked up and gave her a small little smile. She stood up with that and began to walk towards him. He met her half way across the room; their cautiousness lost when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with a fiery passion.

Nevi, swept up in emotion, held Pan closely to her as he clutched at her waist, before lowering his hands further. As he began to feel her skin through her nightgown, Nevi let a moan escape her lips and his tongue entered her mouth, seeking to take her completely. When his hands lowered around her bottom, Nevi gasped and broke away, her eyes widening.

"Pan?"

He gave her a cheeky grin before giving her another heated kiss, his hands moving back up to the safety of her waist. But his lips began to make up for what his hands weren't, making their way down her jaw and neck, hearing her breath hitch as he went. The next time she moaned his name, it wasn't in concern, it was in pleasure. New sensations filled Nevi's being, from her chest where her heart was beating irregularly and from the lowest part of her stomach where heat warmed her with each touch.

"Peter," she murmured, breaking away breathlessly once more. "We can't…I don't…"

"Calm down, Nevi," Peter smirked placing a light teasing kiss on the end of her nose. "Whilst I'm eager to get you out of that night dress, it won't be tonight."

Nevi's eyes found Pan's with a soft smile. Disentangling herself from him, she walked over to his bed and began to creep beneath the covers. Pan cleaned up his desk quickly before dousing the lamp across the room and pulling the covers aside so that he could slide into bed beside her. At first, he kept to his side of the bed, but Nevi shuffled backwards toward him and he took her hint, turning into her back and breathing her in.

"We're never going to grow up Nevi," Pan murmured into her ear, his arms wrapping around her tightly, spooning her body against his as she ran her fingers lightly along his arms.

"I know Peter," Nevi answered easily, giving a soft sigh of contentment, "But I'm…not ready. Just give me a little more time."

"We have time Nevi," he answered, placing an affectionate kiss on her neck. "All the time in the world."

"I'll see you in the morning, Peter," she murmured sleepily.

And Peter Pan smiled happily as he fell asleep with Nevi, safe, in his arms.

Present Day

Ella ran into Tinkerbell that morning when she went to go and buy breakfast from the bakery. It was a cool morning, and she was dressed in her breeches, a shirt and corset, long coat completing the look.

"Whoa!" Tink looked Ella up and down when she almost crashed into her in the street. "Ella?!"

"Hey Tink!" Ella smiled as Tink circled her, eyeing her like a very curious vulture. After a few seconds of growing discomfort, Ella looked over at the fairy curiously, "Tink?"

"There's something different about you." Tink was frowning as she looked at the girl. "I don't know what it is."

"Piratey?" Tink shook her head at Ella's suggestion.

"It's something deeper than that," the fairy replied, before shaking her head. "It'll come to me. But how are you doing?"

"I'm good," Ella smiled, before returning, "But what about you? How's Tom?"

"He's…" A smile was playing at Tink's lips. "He's really good. We're good."

"Is that the royal we there, Tink?" Ella smiled at the annoyed blush that graced Tink's face. She half-heartedly punched Ella in the arm.

"I haven't seen you guys in a while," Tink mused, before inspiration struck, "There's a dance on tonight. You guys should come!"

Ella was eyeing Tink happily. The girl was so much more free and unconcerned with such trivial things. Not to mention, she hadn't sworn in the last five minutes which was a lovely sound upon Ella's ears. Tink was actually fun to be around now; Tom was good for her.

"I'd have to put it past Killian," Ella answered, knowing that there were always ways to make him agree. "But I'm sure he won't mind."

"That must be it," Tink smirked, referring to the 'something different' she had seen earlier. She gave a small smirk, "Was it good?"

Ella found herself blushing then. "Of course it was, Tink."

She winked at her in response before saying as she backed away towards the bakery, "I'll see you tonight then? It's in the town hall; starts around eight."

xxx

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Hook groaned as they walked in through the open double doors. His teeth were gritted and his body exuded discomfort.

"I'll make it up to you later," Ella whispered, her lips touching the shell of his ear. He eyed her with one eyebrow raised and answered, "I'll hold you to that, Hart," before going off to the drinks table where Tink and Tom were hovering in laughter.

Some young lad was quick to ask Wendy to dance, the simple dress Tink had got her only accentuating her natural beauty whilst Ella was left to sit on the sidelines while Pan's eyes darted around awkwardly. Tired of the silence, Ella stood up when half-decent music came on.

Ella had her hand extended in invitation to Pan. He glanced up at her in confusion and she merely gave him a small playful smile. "You do know how to dance, right?"

"I'm three hundred years old," Pan replied, a little offended, "I think I know how to dance."

"Ah, but do you know how to dance to the music of this century?" Ella was toying with him, the wide grin on her face infectious enough to make Pan take her hand and pull himself to his feet.

They weren't the only ones heading out onto the floor. Tinkerbell and Tom were trying to drag Hook fro his spot. Ella found herself chuckling at Killian's drained expression as he refused, point-blank, to even consider dancing.

Pan on the other hand, had one of his hands placed lightly on her waist and the other in her palm. He seemed hesitant to put too much effort into his movements, disconcerted by the fact that she was actually letting him touch her again.

But as she began to let him lead, he seemed to gain a little confidence. Her small smile didn't exactly deter him either and soon enough they were stepping in time together, barely an inch separating their bodies as they moved in unison. They weren't the only ones dancing, but it was nice. She never thought she'd be dancing with Peter Pan, in Shayan of all places.

And she never thought he'd be looking at her the way he was then.

And never, in a million years, would she think herself happy to be held so tenderly by the boy who didn't want to grow up.

xxx

It was nearing ten o'clock when Ella finally took pity on Killian and decided to retreat back to the Jolly Roger. Wendy and Peter however, were dancing vigorously to the jig the band had started up and with a meaningful look to Tink, her and Killian left. The fairy would let them know if anything happened with Pan, and undoubtedly, she'd find something quite large to throw at him.

When they arrived back on the ship, Killian caught her by surprise and took her hand and spun her into him, catching her by the waist with his hooked hand. "I've still got it," he grinned down at her before pulling her up.

"And you didn't want to dance with me tonight…why?" After that move, she was merely incredulous as to why he wouldn't want to show off his skills.

He twisted the hand around her waist just enough for her to be able to feel his reply with the presence of his hook.

"You didn't want to dance because of your hook?"

"Can you understand that, love?"

"I suppose," she answered with a nod before taking his hand in hers and pulling him forward onto the deck. She pulled him up the stairs and onto the quarterdeck where they stood for a moment, the wind on the sea creating the soft ambient sound of the ocean. After a few moments, Ella wrapped her arms around Killian's neck and murmured to him, "Dance with me."

"There's no music, darling," he replied, nevertheless settling his arms on her waist.

"Don't need any," she whispered as they began to sway from side to side. Their movements were soft, almost unmoving. And it was so still that Ella felt herself leaning into Killian's chest, her eyes closing as they stepped together.

By the time they saw Peter and Wendy heading back towards the deck escorted by Tink and Tom, they were well and truly ready for bed. Ella's skin was almost frozen by the wind but it seemed insignificant to her. The moment Tink and Tom caught sight of the two of them, they waved as though they were handing the kids over after babysitting them. Which, Ella admitted, they pretty much had.

Pan and Wendy headed straight down to their bunks after saying goodnight, at which Hook and Ella shared a glance and walked off to their cabin, locking the door behind them as usual, oblivious to the plans of the two others aboard the ship.

"You ready to go, Pan?" Wendy asked, pushing open his door without warning. She was back in her usual clothes, easier for travelling and inspiring fear. She even had a sword slung beneath her coat. Leaning over, Pan took the bag off Wendy and ignored the sense of tearing within his being and he fully came to the realisation of what he was doing.

This was it. Once he did this, he would never see Ella again.

"Let's go," he answered with a nod. And that night they snuck off the Jolly Roger. Wendy slid a note beneath Hook's door, but aside from that, there was no sign that the two of them had left any trace of them behind.

And just two shadows stalking the night, they set off across the countryside in search of that blossom lined field that Wendy had seen in her vision. The place where they thought a stone could be found to save Neverland.

Little did they know that the very thing they sought was sitting in a canvas bag that Ella had once collected in Dead Man's Cave. Now it was stashed somewhere amongst the piles of mess in Hook's room. And it may look nothing like a stone, but all that the golden tiara needed was a small dose of magic to return to its former glory; the Neverfall Stone.

But, of course, no one except Nevara knew that.