A/N: Hey guys! This is getting increasingly harder to write, but I have this stupid deadline in my mind that I have to finish this before Christmas. Whether or not I reach that, well...

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Get Out

50 Years Ago

Felix was pacing across the campsite anxiously. There had to be some way to get Nevara off the island. She was dangerously close to Pan, and if he hadn't found a way to make her think like them, soon enough, she would find a way to make him think like her.

And Felix would not lose his friend to the idea of growing up.

Of course, he would never admit that he also wanted the girl off the island for other reasons. Every time he saw her there was a distinct feeling in his chest that he couldn't exactly place. And whether it was good or bad, either way, she needed to go. Because he couldn't let himself feel that way. Once he did, he would no longer be the man that Pan needed. Undivided loyalty – that was what Felix offered his leader.

And Nevi was a division.

Present Day

Ella came running up to Hook's cabin the minute she saw the stagnant nature of Wendy and Peter's rooms. Nothing was left there, not even a trace, and it was only when she entered the cabin to find Killian reading a note on the edge of the bed that she realised what had happened.

Ella's hand clapped over her mouth in horror, "Please don't tell me they've run away together."

Hook's eyes flashed darkly as he looked up at her. "Not in the way you're thinking." He held the note out to her. "Apparently Wendy located the Neverfall Stone."

Ella's face fell even further. Of all the things Peter had confided in her over the past few days, never had he mentioned that he was still interested in finding the Neverfall Stone. And it was a blow to her that even though they had grown so close, he still felt the need to keep such important things from her.

"So they've just gone in search of it?" Ella's mouth was dry. "They didn't even say goodbye."

Hook saw that she was on the verge of some great emotional collapse and stood up, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her into his bare chest. She was breathing heavily, so consumed by the idea that everyone she loved kept leaving her. And Hook knew this, for he shared her feelings. So when she murmured something, muffled by the skin of his chest, he was gifted by a warmth in his heart.

"Is this what you feel like, Hook?"

"All the time, love," he replied, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Except when you're here."

"It sucks," she moaned, clutching at his torso as though it were the only thing keeping her upright. "I don't know why I'm so sad."

"She was like a child to us," Killian murmured, thinking of Wendy.

And that was when Ella realised who she was really missing. The knowledge cut her deeper than she even thought possible, but he was embedded so far within her being, she didn't know if she'd ever truly be rid of him.

"He was more than that to me," Ella barely whispered, almost not wanting Hook to hear her because she knew the reaction she would get when he did.

His hands let go of her as though burned and Killian's eyes averted her gaze. Even when she pleaded his name, he merely turned away from her, running his hands through his hair as he tried to take down his emotions and put them away once again.

"Get out."

And she didn't respond to him because she knew he was right. After what she'd just let out…the turmoil that raged about in her mind…she needed space. She needed time.

Dear God, she needed Neverland.

50 Years Ago

Weeks had turned into months in Neverland. And finally, Felix had completed her treehouse.

It sat a little further from the camp than Nevi would have liked, but on that first night, when she slept in her own bed, all she could feel was a sense of emptiness and loneliness without Pan by her side. And after an hour of tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep, she changed back into her everyday clothes and followed the track, barefoot, back to where Pan's treehouse sat.

A light was still on, and so Nevi climbed up the ladder, expecting Pan to be at least near to sleep. Instead, he was lying splayed on his bed with his hair messed up and eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

"Having trouble sleeping?"

Pan sat up incredibly fast, his eyes darting to Nevi's as she crossed the room quickly, climbing onto her side of the bed with ease as Peter held out his arms. But she ignored them and crawled, instead, into his lap, placing a needy kiss on his lips as his hands found her waist, divesting her of her shirt quickly.

Nevi gave him a small smile in return. This was familiar territory, and Pan knew exactly what he was doing as he latched his lips onto the skin above her breasts, making his way down to grant her a moan of pleasure as he sucked at her nipple. Nevi, meanwhile was pushing at Pan's shirt, eager to feel his body beneath hers.

Pulling away, she pulled it over his head and tossed it aside, pulling his lips back to hers and wrapping her hands through his hair before dragging them down to trace lines down his torso. Pan shivered beneath her touch and she smirked into their kiss as his warm hands stroked her sides, barely brushing the tops of her pants.

Frustrated by his slowness, Nevi began to undo her pants, and soon enough, his hands took over for her as she slid backwards, pushing the material off her. Soon, all that separated them were his pants and her thin underpants, which Pan realised, slowing the circles he was making on her stomach and murmuring, "This isn't sleeping, Nevi."

He was having trouble catching his breath and she could feel his arousal growing beneath her. They'd learnt a lot of things together, but there was still one place they hadn't gone.

She leant down once more to kiss lightly along his jaw, before taking his ear lightly in her teeth and whispering with a challenge to him, a smile in her voice, "Maybe I don't want to sleep."

"Nevi," he groaned as she rolled her hips over the bulge in his pants. "I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

"And why would I regret this, Pan," she continued, her lips travelling down his chest as she heard him moan. Nevi looked up at him then, brown eyes meeting green and said honestly, "I'm ready, Peter. I want you."

And it was only after both of them had experienced the throes of passion and love that Peter Pan finally realised what Nevi had meant when she said that. Glowing beneath him, he kissed her lightly before she murmured adoringly, "I love you, Peter."

Pan's face grew in confusion as he leaned upwards on his elbows, hovering over her as he searched her face. "If I love you, Nevi," Pan whispered as though he was letting out his deepest musings. "What does that mean for me? What does it mean for Neverland?"

"Be selfish for once, Pan," Nevi said, stroking his face lightly, a pleading glimmer in her eye, "And if you can't. Do it for me. Love me, for me."

"I do love you, Nevi," Pan said finally, placing his forehead to hers as he felt his heart beating harshly in his chest. But it wasn't enough.

There was a moment that passed between them when only their breaths could be heard.

"But I can't grow up."

"I don't expect you to," Nevi said, a frown growing on her face as Pan moved away from her. "This is Neverland. I came here to escape."

"Escape your mundane existence?" Pan answered, watching her shuffling off the bed after the sudden change in the direction of their conversation. "I can understand that. But you don't want to stay here forever, do you? You want to go back to your world and have a family – have love – have a little house in the countryside…"

"You think you can just assume you know what I want?" Nevara had her pants and shirt back on already and was glaring at Pan angrily. "So what if maybe, someday, in a hundred years, I might want to go home and grow up. Isn't that my decision to make?"

"No," Pan said shortly, pulling on his own pants. "Because when someone thinks like that, it goes against everything that makes up Neverland. You have to want to never grow up, Nevi. You have to want to stay with me. And you do, don't you? You're mine."

"At the moment I'm dangerously close to walking out and never coming back," Nevi answered sharply, staring at the boy challengingly. How dare he treat her like she was some possession. "You couldn't have told me this three months ago? Or better yet, six months ago when you were spouting crap about the wonders of Neverland and how much you wanted me to stay."

"I do want you to stay Nevi!" Pan was frustrated. She was taking this all the wrong way.

"Then why didn't you trust me with this before I came here," she muttered from the doorway, almost defeated. "Why didn't you trust me when I chose you?"

And Pan didn't have an answer.

Nevi walked back into the campsite angrily, intending to head off to the beach or somewhere equally as far away from Pan as possible. Instead, she was distracted.

"I would have loved you, Nevi," a voice came from the darkness as she spun around to see Felix eyeing her carefully from the darkness. "If you weren't Pan's, I would have loved you."

"I am not his," Nevi stalked over to Felix, prodding his chest pointedly with her finger. "I'm not a possession, and I don't need you two fawning over me like I am one. If Pan doesn't want to love me, or even trust me, then he can keep his stupid code and find some other girl to abide by his rules.

"I came here to be with him. But that just wasn't enough, was it?" She almost felt sorry for Felix with the way she was ranting and abruptly cut herself off. But all that pent up frustration inevitably got taken out on the person nearest to her.

Pushing Felix up against the nearest tree harshly, she pressed her lips to his urgently and angrily, forcing her tongue past his teeth as she pinned him to the bark. On any other occasion, Felix wouldn't be so helpless. But he was still recovering from the shock, and desperately wondering if he hadn't just fallen asleep at his post and this was all a dream. When she pulled back, it was in alarm, surprised by her own actions. Here she was, throwing herself at Pan's right hand man. Was she so desperate to be loved that she would play on Felix's feelings?

The answer was yes. Yes she was.

"Get out of here, Nevara."

Pan's demanding voice came from above them, shaking ever so slightly with anger as he watched the scene unfolding below him. Felix looked up at Pan in surprise but Nevi looked up at him in loathing.

"This isn't over Pan," she replied bitterly. He didn't own her. "I'll be back for you."

"I await the day," he answered mockingly. As she stalked from the camp without a backward glance, he refrained from regretting his decision. He should have done it months ago, only his feelings had clouded his judgement.

"You were right, Felix," Pan said to his friend emotionlessly from the tree branch in which he was sitting. This wasn't Felix's fault; it was Nevara's. "Nevi was never meant to be mine."

With that, Pan retreated into himself, heading back to his treehouse while Felix stared after the girl until long after she was gone. The taste of her lingered upon his lips for years and when he saw her again, she was greatly changed. Just as they all were.

Soon after Pan banished Nevi, something great began to affect Neverland. They felt the curse before they began to see its signs. Pan's heart began to crumble within his chest, and Felix began to search for what could cause such pain. And without seeing her, both of them knew that Nevi had sought her revenge; she brought about a curse…

And Neverland began to die.

But for the most part, they ignored it. And as for Peter, it could be said that on one day every year for the next forty years, he would walk up to his first love's house and clean it from top to bottom, endlessly awaiting the return of the girl he had cast aside. And after the regrets of those years ate at him and left him an empty shell, he moved on.

And Peter Pan brought home his slave.