Hey all you lovely people!

I've had a killer headache the past few days which has made it hard for me to write. So I hope it hasn't been too long.

I'd like to thank the awesome people who started following my story:) And a special thanks to PotterxBreifsxUchihaxKiryuu for reviewing! I added some Pan in this chapter just for you:P

I DO NOT OWN ONCE UPON A TIME, PETER PAN, OR ANY RECOGNIZABLE CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN MY STORYLINE AND JESS. SO FAR.

On with my probably crappy story!

I walked into town that cloudy morning planing on staying low and listening to figure out where to look for either Rumple, or the so called "Saviour". I strolled in and out of allies(there aren't many in the small town of Storybrooke) trying to find out where the best place is to get some information. Around mid morning, I decided on a small classic looking diner, which many people were coming in and out of.

I walked in right behind a mother and her small child, with my hood down so I could blend in a little but better. Hoods up make you look suspicious. Hopefully nobody I have a reputation with walks in or is already there.

I casually walk up to the one of stools next to counter and sit down, waiting for a waitress to come by. After I order some food(I didn't plan on getting anything since I didn't have any money, but the blonde waitress insisted on the house, so how could I refuse?) I keep an eye out for anybody I might need to talk to. But fortunately, help comes my way.

"Hi, I'm Henry. I haven't seen you in here before."

A black haired boy, around 14, has a friendly smile that makes me instantly want to trust him. But his curiosity is making me weary. But I smile back, hoping he can help me.

"Uh, hi. I'm, Jessica." I say as I reach out to shake his hand. "And yes, I haven't been in here before."

He nods his head understandingly. "Sheltered childhood?"

I nod yes, which was true, for at least one of them.

"Well, I'll treat you to cocoa. Do you cinnamon on top?" Hw offers.

I debate the idea in my head, but end up agreeing. It could be a great opportunity to get some information.

"So..." He starts. "What got you out of your sheltered house to come here?"

I come up with a quick, easy story.

"Mom said I was finally old enough to go out by myself, so I decided to get something to eat then maybe find somewhere to work. I don't wanna have to stay with my parents forever."

He smiles. "That's great! My mom Emma is looking for someone to be a secretary or something at the sheriff station. How old are you?"

I said I was 16, though in truth I was quite much older.

"That's awesome! Here, I walk with you down there. I can introduce you to a bunch of peop-"

"No thanks." I interrupted. "I can walk down myself. You just got to give me a direction."

"Oh, of course. Its just downtown a bit." He looked slightly hurt, but understanding.

As I got up to leave, he said "Just make sure to tell Emma, she'll know what your talking about."

The second time he said her name, I recognized it. Emma. The Saviour.

So, I pulled my hood up, and walked downtown to the sheriff station.

I sat in front of the fire, watching the so called lost boys dance. But my mind was far away, back away at my home. I imagined my little sister playing with her dolls on the living room rug, and her begging me and my brother to play with her. The smell of a baked a good is coming from the kitchen. I see my mother in kitchen lightly singing some Nat King Cole song, waiting for my father to come home any minute.

Lost in a bliss, I only recognize Pan sitting next to me when he speaks.

"You should go dance with the lost boys. This party is to welcome you."

I shake my head. "I don't dance."

"Suit yourself." He says as he goes back to playing.

The music is soft and whispy, making me sway back and forth.

Why did you bring me here?" I turn to him. "If things are how you say, then your shadow only brings people who are lost. I'm pretty sure I'm not lost."

He smirks, which makes me want to slap it right off him.

"My shadow has lots of reason for bringing people here." He says.

"Maybe he just thought you didn't fit in." As soon as he finished, he up and quickly walked back over to where he was sitting originally.

I didn't fall asleep that night.

Peter, you are confusing me...

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