Chapter one: Pendant
Warning: A bit OOC with pretty much everyone and especially Pan. Dark stuff in next chapter, no slash. Character 'Death' eventually.
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Emma Swan is many things, the Savior, a lost girl, a woman, a sheriff, a daughter, a Bails Bonds person, a mother; and now, the mother part of her wants to break down and sob over Henry's unconscious body while the savior part wants to strangle Peter Pan, cut off his limbs one by one, stuff them in a suitcase, stick it with a thousand steak knives and dump it in the see for the mermaids.
That little bastard has actually succeeded in snuffing Henry's heart right out under their noses and without the Lost Boys' corporations, they have no idea where Pan is in Neverland and just when they thought their day couldn't get any worse, Pan let loose the variety of VDATLINTWTEYA on them. Very Dangerous Animals That Live In Neverland That Wants To Eat You Alive. Sure they got away relatively unscathed and are now sailing away back home she has no doubt Belle and Ruby and everyone else will be expecting a happy reunion. They'll be getting a reunion all right, just without the happy part.
"Emma, want some?" She looked up and Saw Tinker Bell standing there, one hand outstretched, her bun even messier than when she last seen her. She accepted the hot tea graciously, anything to take her minds off of the current situation.
"Still no sign of waking up?" Tink asked, sipping her tea before gagging at the vileness of Hook's cooking. His special Never Sapling tea was once of the reasons Tink wants to punch him. Emma shook her head, blond curls bobbing up and down, streaked with dirt and sand from the many days in Neverland.
"Gold says he can do better once we're back in town, at least Henry is stable now." Emma managed to choke out, barely holding back her tears. Tink scooped closer, trying to bring some sort of comfort to the distressed mother.
"Wendy gave me some pixie dust just then," Tink began, reaching into her pocket and pulled out the glass vial, "Will it help?"
"But Tink, your wings…"
"They can wait; Henry is the priority now isn't it?" She answered right back, rarely concerned for another's well-being, especially one she met for only a day and have not spoken a word to.
Emma sighed as she took the vial. If the story books she read as a child was true, the fairies value their wings the most and will stop at nothing to get it back, the most serious of all punishment was deprivation of their wings. To give up a chance to get it back…
A wave, a rock, a tumble and the ship went off-side. Tink could hear Hook open his lovely flask of beautiful curse words above deck, Regina shouting some spell to steady the vessel and the soft groans from Neal as he probably hit something hard again.
Emma set her tea-cup down on one of the wooden barrels and went up to find out what's wrong, did the mermaids attack again? Leaving Tink to tend to the fell-out-of-cot Henry. Her dirty fingers caught something in Henry's grimy maroon shirt and she pulled it out.
It was a pendant, a complicated Greenleaf etched in the semi-smooth yellow stone, threaded through with a long piece of red chain and a few black beads. Tink saw that pendant many times around Pan's neck, bouncing on his chest as he zips through the trees, chasing some dangerous animal. He told her about its origin…and its purpose.
It signifies a promise. A promise he will do anything to fulfill, the same reason it is given to him. No matter the cost he had said, the same words mirroring another long gone. She still remembered that night, a long time ago; there was another party around the big bonfire. She found him alone, up in his tree house, away from everyone else, twirling the stone between the chain, not caring if it hit his face, just watching the Greenleaf spin in the air.
Maybe Henry isn't that far from help after all.
She tucked the necklace back into his shirt and sat back down on the wooden bench, resuming the sips of Hook's disgusting tea, a small smile stayed on her lips.
A nagging feeling refused the go away in the back of her mind. What is exactly the oath Pan made that he would give the most important artifact to promise it? What is in store for Henry? But more importantly, what is the price Pan is going to pay?
No matter the cost he had said, no matter the cost.
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Regina wondered for the tenth time that day if Greg really was right. Do villains really get happy endings? Right now, the answer is a bog fat NO.
First her son got kidnapped, and then on the road to rescue him, they got attacked by a horde of blood thirsty mermaids, followed closely by a no better freak storm. After that the Charming Co. spend a week running around through a jungle, which houses a variety of dangerous animals and teenage boys, following a magic map. The Savior Emma then just has to go to some lover's fool errand. Sure Gold and she actually got something done, but now they have a ship full of incorporate boys; an evil, immortal teenage demon and a dying Henry to deal with.
Regina Mills' vacation is going alone fabulously.
It was almost dusk; the sun is setting in the horizon. She has finally stopped pacing around the living room of her mansion to look at the time. Gold is upstairs, trying to wake Henry with whatever he's got in his shop.
Everyone in the proximity of the living room is anxious. Hook is through with the second bottle of her best whisky. Regina is too occupied to care and figured she could blast a fireball at him later on. Neal couldn't stop biting his finger nails. The Charming couple is huddled together, looking out to the gardens, eyes distant and unseeing. Belle is desperately trying to read a book, but just ended up ripping page after page out of a blank notepad after she countered a teenage boy that sounded too much like Pan.
Emma, like her, is pacing. The pair of two moved around and around the length of the table, like a ballroom dance, perfectly in sync. The weirdest was Tink, she just couldn't stop fidgeting, and glancing towards the door every few second as if waiting for a miracle to just walk though and ring the doorbell.
There was a collective wave of attention when Gold finally stepped down from the stairs, his Dark One outfit still there, didn't bother to shed them when he just barged into his own shop. The same question burns in everyone's throats. Is Henry all right? Gold took a deep breath…and shook his head.
It's like a ten ton anvil, dropping from a height of ten thousand feet and crashed right on top of their heads. Gold was quick to speak up, desperately attempting to lift the weight, just a little.
"I've everything I could; even the bundle of fairy dust the blue fairy gave isn't enough. Henry is just not waking up." Gold sank into the first chair he felt and continued, "The pixie dust was a great help, I can only prolong the inevitable. Without some powerful magic, there is no hope." He tried to smile at the disgraced fairy, a thank you. She only nodded, eyes casting the door one last glance before burying her head in her hands.
"What if we got his heart and put it back into is body? Would that work?" Neal piped up, disbelieving.
His father shook his head, "It has been out of his system for too long, I'm afraid his body won't react kindly to it at all. We'll just be doing more damage than help."
Emma slammed her fist on to the table and yelled, "Aren't to suppose to be the all-powerful Dark One? Why can't you do it? Do you want him to die?"
Gold just smile bitterly, "The only thing that could save him would have to be Pan's magic, Miss Swan. The one that started the damn thing are the only one that could end it."
DINNNNNNNGGGGGG-DOOONNNNNGGGGGGGG
The shrill ringing of the doorbell startled everyone in the huge living room to no ends. With a heavy sigh, Regina waved her hand, suddenly too tired to get the door and explain what happened to some concerned or more likely curious towns people. Nobody bothered to look up and pay attention, not even Tink, all hoping the nosy person would get the hint and get lost.
"Why so glum, chums?" Regina's head snapped up at that arrogant voice, eyes reaching to her hair lines. In the middle of her hall stood the one and only Peter Pan, hands in pockets, smartly dressed in blue jeans, leather sneakers and a large cream-colored coat. The white scarf was gently yanked off shortly after his unexpected entrance and is now dangling over where his left hand met the his jean pocket. A typical teenager.
Tinker Bell, surprisingly was the first to stand up, arms slightly extended, as if she would run to Pan and hug him because thank goodness you're here. There was worry and fear in her eyes and wait was that…relief?
Then Pan smiled, not a cheeky grin or an arrogant smirk the family has grown accustomed to in the past week and a half. Just a plain old smile, eyes sad and wistful. Regina often saw that similar look on a person who is about to go on the execution stand and are prepared for hell to come.
"Where's Henry? I still owe him a promise."
A/N: I'm going to make this my first multi-chapter story that will eventually go over 3 actually chapters. Major exams coming up and I couldn't be bothered typing a 12000 something document. No time.
Going to try and keep character in character for as long as possible. Dark things ahead.
Updates will be irregular, but will be soon. I think.