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okay...here's the deal (dearies)...im holding a little contest for this fanfiction. throughout the course of the story morgan is often listening to what she calls "her emo music" or "her epic rock bands" so whoever is able to guess her favorite song and the artist will be eligible for their OC to be entered in this story in addition to working with me on a future chapter. your clue is this is an american band formed in 1996 and the song was featured in the rock band store for rock band 2. good luck guys! i hope a lot of you are able to get it for this is a really awesome band and i would love to add your oc into a story that many of you still love after all this time!
Reviews:
Reading Pixie: thanks!
spatterson: glad i impressed you!
The girl who cried I'm Batman: here's your update! enjoy!
ShadowSpade: well i still want there to be conflict between emma and pan. besides, pan hasn't done much good other than protecting morgan
1211: im definitely using a lot of those ideas...especially morgan's role with the snow queen and pan interacting with henry (they haven't spoken since henry regained his memories so that will be interesting)
hateme101: just wait for the ending of this chapter! im sure ur gonna love it!
guest: here's the chapter!
Chapter 52-Former Flames
Peter Pan's POV
I storm into Rumple's shop, looking for Morgan, when I notice him behind the counter, waiting for me and smirking. It really didn't work for him, probably because that's my thing and no one can do it better than me. Or maybe it's because he's more scared of me than I will ever be of him.
"How unexpected." Rumple comments.
"Save the chit chat. You know exactly why I am here." I respond.
"Ah, yes. You're here to see my granddaughter."
"Who also happens to be my girlfriend, so step aside and tell me where you have her."
"Sorry, can't."
"Why the hell not?"
"Well, despite how much you claim to know about your precious girlfriend, she's having some trouble with her powers and came to me to help her control them."
"You're lying. I know you, Rumple, and I know her. You took advantage of her having no clue how to handle this and presented it to her as if you are the only one to help her."
"Maybe I did, but do you really think Emma would let you teach her magic? Unless you have your head in, well, Neverland, you know she thinks what you have with Morgan is just a spell."
"Oh, like you are such the man to be trusted. The two of us are exactly alike, except, you know, my relation isn't as fragile as a teacup. Speaking of, does Bella still believe she possesses the real dagger?"
"It's Belle. And that is none of your business."
"You're right, it's not. But Morgan is."
"And how unfortunate is it that I am the only one that knows exactly where she is. Oh, and you can forget trying to break in my house, I used blood magic. And that's one kind of magic that's more powerful than you."
"You think you're so smart, don't you. But you forgot one thing."
"Her cell phone? Nice try, but I already took it."
"So prepared, how convenient."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"No one is this prepared, not even you. You only came to Morgan two hours ago. There's no way you could've taken care of every little precaution."
"Looks like you underestimated me."
"No. You knew Morgan's powers were going to go haywire, and given how suddenly they started acting up I would say that you caused that."
"And just what proof do you have?"
"None. But I know you were behind her sneezing fire." The bell above Rumple's door rings and Emma, Snow White, Prince Charming, Belle, Baelfire, Hook, and someone from my past, Elsa entered.
"Now, if you would show yourself out, I have company."
"This isn't over." I say to him before storming towards the door, but before I head out, I turn towards Elsa. "Been a long time, hasn't it, Princess?"
"Peter? Is that really you?" Elsa asks.
"I promised you I'd live forever, and I never break a promise." And with that I teleported out of Rumple's shop and on the sidewalk of Main Street.
Morgan's POV
I woke up in a strange room, wondering where I was, but after collecting myself I remembered the deal I made with Rumplestiltskin. However, the first thought isn't of sneezing fire, or of a blonde woman who has magical ice powers, or even agreeing to live with Rumplestiltskin in exchange for magic lessons, but rather I find myself thinking of Pan. Peter Pan. I felt my pants pockets desperately for my phone, and when I couldn't find it, I jumped out of the bed and searched furiously through the dark blue sheets for my phone. After about five minutes it clicked, Rumplestiltskin had taken my phone, figures. I just had to make a deal with someone that hates Pan so much that he would make sure I had no way to contact the guy I love. I storm over to the window and push the black curtains to the side in hope that I might find him standing outside, waiting for me.
But, when I look out the window, he is not there. I sigh before opening the window and sitting on the ledge of the window with my attention drifting elsewhere.
"Hey, Princess! Miss me?" a voice that I know all too well calls up to me. I smile down at Pan upon seeing the playful smirk on his lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I ask.
"Come on down! I'll catch you!"
"You want me to jump?!"
"That's what I'll catch you means. C'mon, what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing." I jump down from the window, sliding down the side of the house, and into Pan's embrace, but there was something about the way he held me that felt off. I just ignored the feeling, like I do with most things, for Pan just couldn't be hiding anything worth worrying about. We've both survived death and each other, there's no way he'd go through so much with me if he didn't care. "So where ae you taking me this time?"
"Not me, you. I believe it's your turn."
"I know you. You have some sort of plan, so just tell me already and save us both the trouble."
"But where's the fun in that?"
"So the rumors really are true, Peter Pan has changed." An unknown voice says. Pan and I swirl around to find a woman around Emma's age standing in front of us.
"Hello to you too, Ingrid. Been a long time now, hasn't it?" Pan asks her.
"We certainly have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"
"Doubtful. Last time I saw you I thought I made myself clear that if we ever crossed paths again, it wouldn't be pleasant."
"Now that's the Peter I remember. It appears you haven't changed that much afterall, well besides finally getting a girlfriend after all this time."
"Pan, who is this?" I demand.
"No one." He replies. "Just stay back and let me handle this."
"Morgan, there is no need to worry. I do not wish to harm you." She tells me. Wait, what? How the hell does she know my name? I've never seen this person my entire life, not to mention meeting her , so how is it possible for her to know my name?
"How do you know—?"
"What do you want, Snow Queen? Because whatever it is you'll have to find elsewhere."
"Nothing to concern yourself with. Is it so wrong to pay an old friend a visit?"
"We're not friends, never have, never will. Now leave us before I do something you're going to regret."
"Was that a threat? I thought we moved past petty little threats a long time ago."
"There was nothing petty to that threat. Believe me, you don't want to get on my bad side, or else you will severely regret it. You remember what I did to Felix when he considered going against me for the likes of you, just imagine what I'll do if you—"
"I'm going, Peter. I have a lot of things that better require my attention than dealing with you."
Elsa's POV
We walk into the shop full of things where my past lover was just leaving, by his facial expression I could tell he was angry about something, but I wasn't quite sure what was troubling him. I try to find words to say to him, but he beats me to it.
"Been a long time, hasn't it, Princess?" He asks me. He really hadn't changed. His charisma was all still there, cocky as ever and would never give a clue to what he really wanted to say. A long time ago I was able to tell what he was really thinking, but due to recent events and being away from him for this long, I was without a clue about what his heart wanted to say.
"Peter, is that really you?" I ask. Really? That's the best I could come up with after all this time. Sure, last time I saw him he showed me that hourglass, but Peter always found a way to get what he wanted.
"I promised you I'd live forever, and I never break a promise." And on that note Peter just vanishes, no doubt just wanting to get away and creating a scene in the process.
"You know him?" Emma asks astonished.
"I met him a long time ago. I never thought I'd see him again."
"You and me both."
"What?"
"Uh, nothing. Let's just see if Gold knows anything about how you ended up in his vault." We walk up to the man I presume to be this Mr. Gold everyone is talking about. He is behind a counter polishing some odd looking object.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" the man asks us, but from his tone I could sense a bit of mockery.
"I found her in your secret vault of terror when I traveled into the past." Emma says in reference to me. "She was trapped in a magical. You wouldn't happen to know how she got there?"
"Why don't you simply ask her?"
"She did. I can't remember. Something happened to my memories." I reply.
"An all too common occurrence in this town. Pity. But many objects fall into my possession, it's impossible to know the story behind everything."
"Unless there's something in it for you. Right, mate?" Hook says.
"That might've been true once. But recently my life has been turned upside down, you could say I'm a changed man."
"Don't forget about my superpower. I can tell if you're lying." Emma tells him.
"I'll do one better. Belle can use the dagger on me."
"No, no." Belle says. "This is wrong!"
"Miss Swan wants proof, and I'm happy to comply."
"Fine. I command you, Dark One, to tell the truth."
"The truth is exactly what I told you. I know nothing of Elsa or her sister, Anna. But I wish you the best of luck in finding her." Mr. Gold tells me.
Peter Pan's POV
I was wandering through the woods with Morgan at my side trying to distract her from the Snow Queen, and knowing Morgan like I do she probably has moved on through that encounter. I look at her feeling a smile when our eyes met; there was just something about her that I couldn't help but love. I spent a long time pretending that I didn't have any feeling, but the moment I met her everything changed and all I wanted to do was be with her. I notice her wavy dirty-blonde locks move around in the slight breeze, some pieces of hair fell in her face, but unlike other girls she kept going, not taking the time to fix her hair.
"So I hear you've been learning how to use your magic." I say.
"Well I have these powers and there's no way I'm letting them go to waste. And I kinda need to know how to use them. Let's just say it wasn't the best experience when I couldn't control them." Morgan replies.
"I could've taught you. I still can."
"Are you jealous?"
"Of course not! I just thought you would want the best mentor."
"Uh-huh. You know, I only agreed to let Rumplestiltskin teach me because it got me out of living with the sickly sweet heroes and I knew if you were to teach me I'd be much too tempted to do this." Morgan pulls me in close and kisses me passionately. When we pull apart both of us are slightly panting and I notice the smirk upon Morgan's lips.
"You've still got it, Lost Girl. Still so much fire." Right as I'm about to pull her close again, someone rams into us, sending all three of us to the ground.
"Bloody hell." The guy exclaims. I instantly get up and point my dagger at his throat. He sits up on his knees, holding his arms upwards in sign of defeat.
"It's not nice to do that."
"You were in me way."
"Not my problem, laddie. A bit of advice; when I'm kissing a pretty girl, run around."
"Well it appears you no longer have a pretty girl to kiss." I don't have to look back to know Morgan had teleported herself away. For what reason I was clueless, but I'd find out soon enough.
"Are you asking to die? Keep going, and that's exactly what you'll get."
"There he is!" I hear the Savior's voice exclaim. A few moments later I can feel both hers and her father's presence behind me. I keep my gaze on whoever this person is.
"Pan?" the prince asks. "What are you doing here?"
"That's none of your damn business." I respond. "I haven't broke any of your worthless rules, at least not yet."
"Well that's reassuring considering you're already threatening someone's life." Emma says.
"He started this."
"No I bloody did not! Had you just been—" I shoot the man a glare so malicious that he immediately shut up. I smirk and put my dagger back in its sheathe.
"He's all yours, Emma." I say as I start to walk away.
"Why were you here here?" Emma demands. I turn around to face her.
"I don't have to tell you everything I'm doing."
"You do if it has to do with Morgan."
"What makes you think she has to do with this? Do you see her?"
"No, but I know you. And what you've done to her."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb, Pan. I know you have her under some spell."
"You are mistaken. Despite what you may think of me, my relationship with Morgan is entirely real. Use your so-called superpower, see if I'm lying because I assure you I am not lying about how our feelings for each other are mutual." Emma stays silent. "You know I speak the truth, don't you? You just don't want to admit that Morgan has fallen in love with a monster like me. Well, you better get used to it because I'm going to be a part of Morgan's life whether or not you like it."
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