A/N: Hey Team!

I feel like the worst teenage girl in the history of the world; writing this, I just watched Love Actually for the first time. The feels. Too many feels from both the movie and the chapter...

Anywho. I'm doing fast updates now. I'm determined to finish this by Christmas. =]

So, enjoy! xx

Survival

10 Years Ago

Felix had to piggyback Ella up the stairs into Pan's room. She had her hands loosely wrapped around his neck and her legs tucked around his waist, but she wasn't in the least bit heavy. In fact, from what he'd seen of her in the water, she was incredibly skinny – almost bone skinny – and suffering from malnutrition. The minute he put her down, he was going to get her some food and some water.

Pan wasn't in his room when they arrived, so he set her down on the nearest surface, which happened to be Pan's bed. Felix found himself frowning as she crawled up slowly and gingerly towards the pillow, and began to clutch at it, bending into its comfort as though it was the softest thing she'd felt in a long time.

Felix noticed that Pan had left a bowl of fruit and a jug of water on his desk. Filling up the empty cup, Felix brought it over to the girl quickly, trying to catch her before she sank into sleep. Felix had to help her sit up as he placed it at her dry and cracked lips, pouring the liquid slowly down her throat. She seemed to gain a little life with each swallow and eventually was able to hold the cup herself.

Felix went and grabbed the bowl of fruit next, seeing her eye the food warily. She'd forgotten how to be hungry, but when Felix took a grape and popped it in his mouth in demonstration that it wasn't, in fact, poisoned, she reached for it and began to take slow hesitant bites of an apple. Half of the bowl was gone within ten minutes before Felix pulled it away from her with a frown.

"Your stomach isn't used to it," he murmured in response as he got off the bed to place it on the desk once more. "If you eat anymore, you'll be sick."

Ella understood his reasoning, and her stomach was feeling decidedly unpleasant, but that didn't stop her from eyeing the fruit longingly. Felix gave her a concerned glance before running his hands through his hair and breathing a large sigh as he walked out. What the hell was Pan thinking? This girl was in no fit state to be anything to anyone, let alone a slave. What kind of work would Pan put her to use doing?

"Thank you." Her voice rang out a little stronger when he hit the top of the ladder, and he took one last glance at her and nodded sharply before climbing down to the ground.

The boy in question was just walking back into camp when Felix found him, anger that boiled within him finally making its way to the surface.

"What the hell is wrong with you Pan?" Felix was yelling at the boy, furious. "You think you can just replace Nevi like she never existed? Have you seen this girl? I don't even want to know what you're going to do to her. But Nevi, you've forgotten her; did you ever even love her?"

Pan's hand collided with Felix's head before he even knew what was happening.

"You speak out of turn like that again and I will give you a matching scar, Felix."

"Pan…"

The boy's eyebrows rose. "I could've banished you along with her, Felix," Pan said dangerously. "Never forget that."

And Felix never did. And even though he had chosen Pan, he couldn't help but wonder if all those years ago, he should have gone after Nevi instead. And whether he would be happier now if he had.

Present Day – Enchanted Forest – Somewhere in Shayan...

Wendy drank from her water flask before handing it down to Pan who took it appreciatively. They were close to the Neverfall Stone. He could feel it in his very being, his hands were tingling with anticipation. Wendy was searching the landscape for something familiar, but the place they were in was new and unfound. The nearest town was a speck on the horizon. It had been almost four days that they'd been travelling.

"How much longer Wen?"

"I'm not really sure," Wendy answered, frowning at the map and then glancing off towards the west where the sun was setting. "It doesn't really matter right now, we aren't getting anywhere tonight."

"Make camp?" Pan enquired, looking up at her questioningly as she folded the map and jumped back down to Pan's level using his hand as leverage to not fall over.

"Agreed," she answered with a small smile. They were both on better terms now that they were both on the same page. Pan directed them off the path and into the trees where they were a little more sheltered. Nevertheless, as the wind set in that night, the trees didn't offer much shelter. And when Wendy fell asleep, Peter was awoken late at night to the sound of her chattering teeth.

Pan glanced at her curiously as she shivered before shrugging out of his jacket and lowering it over her shoulders. She clutched it in her sleep, before her shivering lessened and Pan went back to his place and curled up, trying to rub as much life into his arms as possible.

But he couldn't control his motions in his sleep, and when Wendy awoke to the sound of his shivering body, moaning against the cold, she made the momentary decision to go over to him. Even with his coat on her, she was still freezing, and there was little they could do to stop that. So when she sat down beside him and rolled into his body, she pulled his arms over her, immediately feeling the proximity of their bodies warming each other. She sighed in relief and Pan's grip on her shifted until they were both comfortably pressed against each other.

And Wendy fell asleep in Peter Pan's arms.

When dawn began to creep over the horizon, Pan's eyes blinked open. The moment he realised who was lying next to him and the fact that he had his arm wrapped around her, he took his hands back as though burned, and sat up abruptly, Wendy murmuring in annoyance and rolling over to look at him.

"Morning," she murmured with a smile as he glared at her in horror, looking from her to his hands.

"I'm sorry, Wendy," Pan muttered, not exactly remembering how they'd gotten into that situation. "I promised not to touch you and I..."

"I was the one who crawled in your arms last night, Peter," she answered, sitting up and fixing her clothes. "I'd prefer not to get pneumonia."

"Oh." Pan pushed aside the fleeting thought that maybe it could have been more, and got to his feet as she did.

"We'd best head off," Wendy said quickly, grabbing her bag. And Pan nodded, knowing that very soon, they'd have exactly what they needed to save Neverland.

Currently, in Neverland.

Nevi was flying over the lost boys' camp, a small smile gracing her face as she formed herself inside Pan's tree house. Using magic, she opened his drawers, spotting there, exactly what she needed. Reaching into it, she held the three boxes in her palm, each no bigger than a dice before she began to place them around the room.

When Pan had Hook retrieve the boxes, it had been to try and trap her inside the field that these boxes created, but now it would be Pan's prison. Where she would hold him until she finally took away from him everything he had taken away from her.

Her life.

"Felix!"

The boy came running up into Pan's treehouse at the call of his name.

"So, the pieces are all set." She waved her hand around the room. "And Pan's execution should be no later than tomorrow night."

"Nevi," Felix murmured, a pain in his eyes. "I can't do that to him."

"Not even for me?" she was pouting, and Felix was so blinded by love that he never even glimpsed the insincerity in her eyes.

He frowned at Nevi and she sighed, a girlish, over-dramatic sigh, before beginning to walk towards him. "I suppose I can do it myself."

She stood in front of Felix and ran her hand lightly down his face. He began to lean into her, but Nevi merely placed a finger on Felix's lips, and muttered to him, tantalisingly close, "Soon my dear, when Pan is gone. I will be yours."

And as she floated away from the camp, she rolled her eyes at how easy it was to manipulate Felix. God, that boy was annoying. Once she was rid of Pan, she'd get rid of him too. She didn't need love and affection.

She needed to survive.

The Enchanted Forest – Tinkerbell's Loft

Ella was nursing a particularly bad hangover when she woke up the next morning. Of the past few days, last night had been the worst. Her head was pounding against the light of the curtains that Tink had just pulled apart.

"God, Tink," Ella murmured, as her hand flung up to cover her eyes. "How are you not dead?" She'd had a lot more to drink than Ella, or at least, she thought she had. To be honest, the events of last night were fairly hazy in her mind.

"We're fairies without wings," Tink shrugged, "We've got a low tolerance to everything, including alcohol. Unless, of course, you've been building up your tolerance for many years."

Ella simply moaned and turned back over, stuffing her head in her pillow as Tink came over and pulled the quilt off her.

"Get up, Hart," Tink ordered, moving off to the kitchen. "Whilst I appreciate your company, you need to stop drinking yourself into oblivion because you're driving yourself crazy, and undoubtedly Hook too since he's probably worked his way through half of his rum store by now."

"We'd agreed not to mention him," Ella grunted, pointing a hand up warningly without looking at Tink. "You said –"

"Well, I'm unsaying now," she replied heftily. She was stirring something loudly and Ella finally sat up, squinting at the light, feeling her head get left behind for a moment before it came back, ten times worse.

"Are you telling me to go and make up with him?"

"I said no such thing," Tink answered, bringing her a mug that was steaming. Ella sniffed it before feeling a retching sensation in her throat. "Don't smell it, just drink it."

"Am I going to die?" Ella grimaced.

"Only if I kill you myself," Tink shrugged as Ella looked at it once more before blocking her nose and downing it in one go. Immediately, her headache began to ebb.

"What is that?" Ella enquired in wondrous shock.

"Tom's little trick," Tink said, taking the cup back. Ella perked an eyebrow.

"So Tommy's not as innocent as I thought, eh?"

"Ella, please," Tink gave her a knowing look, "This is me we're talking about."

Ella stood up, stretching her limbs by doing some twists before looking down at herself and realising she'd fallen asleep in her clothes. She felt wrecked, beyond what she'd done in the past few nights, she simply felt empty.

And she wanted to go back to him.

Ella was jolted out of her reverie by a knocking at the door. Tink frowned before walking over and pulling it open an inch. Her eyes narrowed at the man through the crack but he was looking down at her desperately, murmuring barely audibly, "Is she here?"

Tink pushed open the door, almost thankful that Hook had finally found the decency to come looking.

"Who is it, Tink?" Ella yelled out as she came around the corner, tying up her hair. She stopped abruptly when she spotted the man standing in Tink's kitchen.

"Ella," he breathed, his eyes taking in her face like he hadn't seen her in centuries. It had been four days.

"Hook," she answered, feigning indifference as she crossed her arms over herself, ignoring the quickening of her heart that the sight of him induced. Oh God, she missed him.

"Ella, I need you to understand that I didn't mean...hell, I didn't think before I acted. And I will always regret what I did. And I know I can't expect you to forgive me, but I just...I needed to say goodbye."

"You're going." Ella didn't let on the pain that his admission sent through her. She didn't admit to the fact that she was doing all she could not to give in to the sinking feeling in her stomach and the tears threatening her eyes.

"Yeah." Hook nodded, his blue eyes saddened and lined with shadows.

"You haven't slept."

Hook looked up at her and Ella realised the tenderness she'd let seep into her voice. Damn it.

"Ella," he repeated, taking a small step forward, his eyes pleading with her.

"No," she took an involuntary step backwards. "We can't just...you can't just..." She couldn't breathe. "You're leaving."

"I am," he answered, eyes trained on her as she sank onto the end of her mattress, the concept finally settling in, the pain finally consuming her.

"Fuck you Killian Jones!" she yelled at him. "Fuck you and all your fucking issues! I have mine and I don't need yours. If you're just going to run away-"

"I'm not fucking running away Ella!" Hook was in front of her in a moment. "You don't want me here, and I will not cause you anymore pain."

"But you're in pain too!" She could see it in his eyes. He was in pain because she was in pain. Well, wasn't that interesting.

"I'm living my worst nightmare, Ella," he murmured as he kneeled in front of her. "I don't need to sleep to see it. Beyond losing Milah, beyond all that revenge, is the possibility of losing you. You said that I was yours. And I am. I will always be yours. But if I have to, I will leave before that happens."

"No you won't." Ella's hand was grasping at his black hair harshly, forcing him to look at her. "If you even think about leaving I will hunt you down, and finish the job I had as an assassin."

"You would kill me?"

Ella hesitated before admitting with a loud sigh, "Maybe not, but I half feel like it at the moment."

Killian knelt at her feet for a few moments after that, Ella's hand tracing circles on the back of his neck as they breathed in sync, realigning their heart beats, until their silence was broken by Tink yelling out:

"If you guys are going to have hot make-up sex, please don't do it in my loft."

Ella's lips quirked up in a smirk and there was even a glimmer of something more than sadness in Killian's eyes as Ella reached out to grab his hand, pulling him harshly out the door. Tink was holding out her coat as they walked past and she took it with a quick 'Thank you'.

"Have fun!" Tink called after them before closing the door behind them and breathing a sigh of relief. She'd spent four days bonding with the closest person she had to family.

So now it was time for Ella to go back to her own. And her family, was with Killian Jones.

The Enchanted Forest – Somewhere in Shayan...

Dirt was moving at an intense pace as Pan hovered his hand towards the clearing, magic swirling about in the air. Cherry blossoms were flying everywhere but he was adamant that he was going to get the Neverfall Stone.

Wendy was standing right behind him, using his body as a shield from the debris that was flying through the air. It was only moments later when the magic stopped. And sitting in the bottom of the hole was a glowing diamond-like stone.

Peter held Wendy back as he went forward to see the stone. Reaching forward, he touched it lightly, really not expecting what happened next.

The ground began to shake uncontrollably as Pan grabbed onto the stone, only it was no longer a stone. It was merely a glowing green mass, growing bigger with each moment. Within seconds it had grown to the size of half the clearing, and Pan was running towards Wendy with all he had, only the portal was faster. As he felt it tugging on his heels, he grabbed onto the nearest thing to try and ground himself.

"Wendy!" Pan was yelling as he grasped onto the tree branch, desperately trying not to be hauled into the portal. "Get to the others! Tell them it was a trap! Someone...someone else has the Neverfall Stone!"

Peter's grip began to slip. The last thing he heard before he fell was Wendy's urgent shriek as she called out his name. Then there was the rushing sound of a world changing and suddenly, his knees hit hard wood with a harsh impact.

"Welcome home Peter Pan."

And Pan looked up in shock. He knew that voice. And when he saw the shimmering translucence of the figure, it seemed so incredulous…after fifty years…how could she still be alive? And yet, finally, everything made sense.

Like a child, Pan's voice cracked as he gazed up at the girl from where he kneeled upon the harsh wooden floor. But he didn't know what to say. What could he say? In the end, his heart made the decision for him.

"Nevi?"