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Three months later, after Emma and the gang, Arida, and Violet have all returned to Storybrooke
Violet's POV
I lounge on my second story windowsill, absentmindedly twisting my bracelet around and dangling my feet over the edge, staring out at the fading sunlight. It is a full-fledged, sickeningly poetic pink-and-red sunset that looks like it is straight out of some sappy Disney movie. A summer breeze swings in sleepily through the window, toying with my hair and rustling the curtains. I check my watch with a slight frown. 8:14 and fifty seconds. Any minute now.
Wish me luck, Arida, I say telepathically, crossing my fingers for a response. Arida had said that she would try to get into touch with me ASAP, but she might not be able to right away because she has a band concert tonight.
I guess playing the trumpet comes before fighting Pan and his evil minions, because there is only silence as a response to my message.
So much for BFFs.
I sigh heavily, still picking at that annoying loose thread on my bracelet. I guess I'm in this mess alone. As I glance back out at the sky again, I hear the clock in my bedroom chime quarter after eight.
"Pe-ter!" I call out to the faint stars that are just now appearing in the summer sky. Which one is it? Third to the left? No, that isn't the right one. Second star to the right, I remember. I fix my gaze on the second star to the right, debating whether or not to pray to the spirit of Neverland. I wonder how Peter would react if he knew I am praying to his island, and I decide not to tell him. If he even comes for me, that is. Seconds tick by, and I can hear the tiny clock hand moving as clearly as if the little ticks are as loud as drums. I stare at my watch intently, biting my lip. 8:15 and fifty-nine seconds. Last chance, Pan.
8:16.
Ah, poop.
"Pan!" I shout, irritated now. "Get your lazy butt down here!"
Strands of my hair blow into my eyes and mouth as a sudden gust of wind nearly knocks me off the windowsill. Spitting hair out of my mouth, I turn and stare at a shadow that has randomly decided to appear at my window— his shadow. I grin so widely I nearly split my face in half, laughing in relief that the shadow showed up after all.
"A bit late, are we?" I tease the shadow. It just blinks at me with ghoulish eyes, and I shrug. Apparently shadows don't have a sense of humor. Who knew? "Take me to Neverland," I say, grasping its translucent hands gingerly with my suddenly very sweaty palms. The shadows yanks me roughly out into the sky, and I kick my legs wildly a few times before I relax, letting out a shaky breath.
"Are you sure you've got this flying thing down? Because this isn't exactly a private je-" I'm cut off as the shadow rockets off into the sky. I scream at first, but then I realize flying is more fun than scary. My skin feels like it's peeling off, and I think that was a mosquito that just hit my face, but the rushing wind feels so good. I let out a loud cheer, a huge grin spreading across my face, so wide my cheeks ache. Oh yeah- I'm going in style to Neverland.
And now my mission begins.
Now I can take down Pan.
And hopefully wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
xxx
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Pan snarls, scowling at me from the shadows at the edge of the jungle. "Are you lost?"
"Nah," I reply flatly, cocking my head as I stare back at him, a bored look in my eyes.
"Why are you here? And don't lie to me. The consequences won't be pleasant," he says coldly, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at me.
I raise my eyebrows, "I'm here for you, Peter Pan."
He narrows his eyes, "I'll ask again. Who are you?" Has he forgotten me already? Darn. I pride myself on being unforgettable.
I laugh knowingly and wave my hand, making a dagger appear from thin air. Pan looks at the dagger as I raise it, seeming somewhat puzzled. That's the only split-second of distraction I need. Rocking backwards on my left heel, I swing my right leg up suddenly, planting a nice hard kick right on Pan's chest. He stumbles backwards, and I take advantage of his loss of balance, leaping forward and pressing Pan to the ground, casually resting the dagger on his throat. I place my foot on his heaving chest, smiling sweetly down at him. He stares at me wide-eyed, paralyzed with shock.
"You know who I am, Pan," I say smugly, flicking my wrist to make the dagger vaporize as I take several steps back, smoothing my hair out of my eyes.
He hesitates, propping himself up with his elbow, "Violet?"
I sigh heavily in mock disappointment, "Took you long enough, Peter. Though it was fun to tease you like that," I turn, smirking.
He stands slowly and laughs. "Great," he says sarcastically. "I'm so glad you took pleasure in it. Although I must say, you are a decent fighter."
"Female equivalent, remember?" I say as if it is the most obvious thing in the world, gesturing at Pan and then at myself. "Anything you can do, I can do just as well. If not better."
"Tell me, Violet," Pan says, suddenly serious. "It's been three months. Why have you suddenly decided to come back now?" Silence falls between us as I struggle for the right words, words that will convince him to trust me. I bite my lip nervously, because in the end there's only one word left to say.
I stare at him, watching his green eyes blink, and my stomach boils in disgust as I say the word, "Yes."
"Yes what?" Peter asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He knows full well what I'm saying, but I decide to play along. At least a little bit.
"Yes... to the question you asked me three months ago. You know which one," I say haughtily, hands on my hips.
"Really?" he says, eyes gleaming.
No, definitely not.
"Yup," I say. Now I can't speak for the rest of the world, but I argue with myself all the time. It's just when I argue with myself and lose that it gets really weird, and this is one of those times. Everything inside me shouts to get out of here and skedaddle back to Storybrooke, but I do my best to ignore it. This is my mission.
Pan grins as he takes my hand, leading me deeper into Neverland.
xxx
Pan leads me through the trees, toward an unknown destination. I try not to gag as he looks back at me slyly. Instead I just grin back awkwardly, and grimace behind his back as he turns back to the path ahead, his grip on my hand tightening.
Arida? I think.
There's a long pause, then I hear Arida's vice in my head, Violet? How's it going, is Panny boy falling for you?
Yeah, I think, once again holding back a gag, he's holding my hand now— I stop abruptly mid-sentence because I can feel him listening in. I did not know Pan has telepathy, but then I shouldn't be surprised. It's just like I told him earlier- anything he can do, I can do and vice versa. So suddenly I change my sentence, careful not to give anything away about the plot to get rid of Pan— it's wonderful, I lie quickly, he's pretty awesome. I think he likes my bad girl attitude.
I do, Pan says, a smirk already on his face as he looks back at me again. Did you know there isn't a limit to how many times you can barely stop yourself from gagging in one day? It's new to me too. Thankfully, Arida doesn't reply to my telepathic message. Apparently she gathered that something was wrong when I started blurting out how awesome Pan is. That's why I have a friend who is so smart. She can take a hint, and she knows when to stop talking. Me, on the other hand... well, I never know when to stop talking.
"So you have telepathy," Pan says.
I nod, And so do you.
He chuckles, as if to say 'duh, of course'. C'mon, we are almost there, he tells me, pulling me along even faster. I'm beginning to realize how annoying it is to have Pan in my head.
Fantastic, I reply sarcastically.
We sprint into a clearing at top speed. What I don't realize is that it's a clearing by a waterfall. More specifically, a waterfall that runs over a tall, steep, rocky, fall-to-your-death cliff. Pan stops abruptly, but I'm still running. I try to stop, but my feet slide out of control on the loose dirt on the cliff top, and I topple over the edge, plummeting toward the water.
"No!" Pan screams in horror.
I scream happily as I fall, holding my arms out wide like I'm a bird spreading my wings. Just as my toes brush the icy water, I pull up out of my sharp dive, my skin tingling with adrenaline. I drift upward and fly toward Pan. He doesn't see me because he's too preoccupied scanning the white and foamy waves for my dead body, so I decide to have a bit of fun. I land silently behind where he is kneeling, snickering to myself.
"Well, that was perplexing," I say loudly, folding my arms over my chest with a smug smile.
He spins around, green eyes wide with surprise, and I laugh at his dumb-struck expression, "Did you already forget I have magic?"
He shakes his head in bewilderment, No one's magic but mine works in Neverland. No one with a shadow can use magic here at all.
I laugh again and step forward so I am fully bathed in light. I point to where my shadow should be, and we both look down at the sandy ground, "Well, I don't have a shadow." Pan blinks slowly, but seems to take this new information in stride.
He grins recklessly, holding his hand out to me, "Then follow me."
"If I must," I say with over-exaggerated caution, placing my hand in Pan's.
We leap over the edge of the cliff, our fingers tangled together. Anyone else would have fallen to their painful and extremely wet deaths, but instead Pan spins us in midair so we're facing the waterfall.
"Ready?" Pan shouts over the roaring of the waterfall, raising an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes.
Duh, I say telepathically. Pan lets out a loud whoop, and we soar through the icy curtain of water. Pounding white water fills my vision for a moment, but then we're through the waterfall, tumbling into a large cavern. Pan doesn't let go of my hand even as we sputter for air with dripping hair and wild grins.
"This," Pan says, gesturing with his free hand at the rock walls, "is where I go for alone time."
I raise my eyebrows, "You can get alone time in Neverland?"
"Believe it or not, yes," he finally lets go of my hand, "I've been wanting to bring you here every day for the last three months."
I take a deep breath, "Speaking of the last three months. . ."
"Later. Let's enjoy this moment," I hear Pan whisper in my ear, his breath warm on my neck. I spin around, shocked at his sudden closeness, and Pan is right there, his green eyes flashing. I take an instinctive step back, but he slides an arm around my waist, holding me in place. Pan's lips catch mine— ew, ew, ew, EW— and he brushes my hair back, smoothing it down gently.
He leans in closer to kiss me again, but suddenly freezes, his head tilted slightly to the side as if he is listening to a sound only he can hear. Out of nowhere, he grabs my hand, pulling me towards the entrance to the cavern, "C'mon, the Lost Boys are calling."
"Uh," I say intelligently. Pan smirks at me, winking in a suggestive way that almost makes me throw up. As it is, I have to restrain myself from clamping a hand over my mouth.
"Don't worry, Violet," he says. "We can always continue this later."
Shoot me now.
Time to meet the Lost Boys
A/N: Oh yeah, I ship Panlet. Leave a review if you ship Panlet too!