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okay I know I promised a fast update, but then I quickly discovered a major problem; I COULD NOT WRITE A SCENE BETWEEN PAN AND MORGAN if my life depended on it! Everything I have written between the two of them were based on actual experiences I had with the guy I was once in love with. I was literally going through all of my old texts trying to remember what it felt like to be so in love with someone where all you can do is think of them and the way they make you feel (the way he can make a bad day turn good in a matter of seconds). I was watching every show with some cheesy romantic couple for ideas-Teen Wolf in particular-to spark some ideas which led to nothing but me fangirling over the epicness over those shows. I finally did something that was kinda scary. I starting dating once again and all I've been thinking was how did I get a boyfriend in the first place. It's been like I was sixteen again, trying to figure everything out all over again. It's been hard opening my heart up once again, but I finally started to remember why I let Nate in all those years ago. I'm still far from finding someone like that, but maybe Tinder will work it's magic for me...who knows maybe it'll end up being one of my male Lost Girl readers. But now I'm officially back and ready to Once Upon a Time my experiences in love as I continue the tale of Peter Pan, the demon boy who learned to let love in, and Morgan, the loner girl who learned how to trust the people around her.
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Chapter 56 – Revelations and Hook-Ups
Morgan's POV
"Alone at last, Princess. We are alone, right?" Pan asks me as we enter my room. Pan would never admit it, but I knew he was nervous around Rumplestiltskin, especially when the two of us were trying to have a moment alone. He would jump at literally any noise, thinking it was Rumple, and then trying to play it off cool, but I would never believe his lies.
"One hundred and three percent sure. They shouldn't be home for hours; it's date night." I tell him. Pan relaxes a bit, but I catch him staring out the open window as if he was looking for something, or rather someone. "You know, it's kinda hot in here, maybe I'll just take off all my clothes in front of this open window."
"Yeah, sure. Sounds great." I scowl at his complete lack of attention, but keep up the act to try to really get a reaction out of him.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm dumping you for one of your old Lost Boys; he's way hotter than you, and I mean much, much hotter and sexier." That gets Pan's attention; causing him to finally look back at me.
"No one's hotter than me."
"Of course that's what you hear. Pan, I promise you we're alone, so stop worrying and kiss me already."
"Maybe we shouldn't. Maybe we should be trying to take down Ingrid."
"You choose now to be a hero?! You of all people choose right now to be a hero. The moment we get a moment alone, you decide to be a lame hero. Who the hell are you and what did you do with Pan?"
"I can't kiss you like nothing's happening when Ingrid wants you for something, and knowing her, it's nothing good."
"You won't kiss me? How about now?" I take off my shirt and just stare at Pan while smirking, letting him have the next move.
"This is not fair. How do you expect me to not kiss you when you're looking all kinds of hot not wearing a shirt? You don't play fair."
"I know. I learned from the best." Pan looks conflicted for a moment, but after about two seconds, takes off his shirt and stares at me with his signature smirk.
"I taught you well, Lost Girl." Pan tugs me close to him and kisses me passionately, making me feel all hot and heated, but in a really good way. The two of us fall over on my bed, and I use it to my advantage, switching our positions so that I was on top. "No, no. I'm the dominant one, Princess."
"If you're on top, I can't do this." I lick his abs; starting from his waistline and going all the way up, feeling his bare skin underneath my tongue.
"You've got fire, I like fire." Pan pulls me close once more, and before I know it, we're rolling around in my sheets completely making out without a care in the world. With everything that's been going on, it felt absolutely amazing to just make out with the love of my life—not that I'd ever tell him that—like nothing was happening. This moment was just absolutely perfect, I never wanted it to end; I wish things were just like Neverland where time stood still and we could do whatever the hell we wanted.
"So I've noticed."
"Pants off, now."
"Make me."
"I see how the game is." Pan sits up and unbuttons my jean shorts; I try to roll on to my other side to make it harder for him to get what he wanted, but his strong hand held me down and I kinda wanted to see where this would go. After all, we haven't really had a private, intimate moment since Ingrid and Elsa showed up; not that we really got much time to ourselves before that anyways.
"You're wickedly hot when take what you want." Pan takes off my shorts and discard them on the ground, smirking at me the whole time. "How did I ever get so lucky?"
"Easy. I kidnapped you and held you hostage until you fell madly in love with me. It worked. And now you are all mine."
"I remember a slightly different story; you fell in love with me. It was the classic tale; boy meets girl, girl meets boy, boy falls in love with girl, girl rejects boy, girl eventually falls in love with boy, boy tries to kill girl, girl survives, boy dies, boy cheats death, boy reunites with girl. The real story was a messy, crazy adventure, but I wouldn't have it any other way; you were worth the journey, even if there was some struggle. Being with you was worth all of it, and I'd do it all over again time and time again. You're one of a kind, Peter, and I want you." I stand up, wearing only my bra and panties, which actually didn't match like you see in those makeout scenes in most television shows and movies. I take one step closer, so that our bodies were touching, and fiercely crash my lips onto his; one hand messing up his lush, brown hair while the other slowly undid his belt buckle.
"I like your fire, Lost Girl. But, are you sure you're ready?"
"Positive. Now strip, or you'll be sorry."
Henry's POV
I notice mom and dad not moving, not saying anything for several minutes, though it seemed like hours to me; all they were doing was staring at a piece of paper with their mouths hung wide open. Whatever was on that paper had to be important, I just knew it. The silence was killing me; just blurt it out already. We all have to know everything to take down Ingrid, and this whole not saying anything thing is definitely not helping.
"Mom? Dad? Are you gonna tell me what's on it or are you just gonna stare at it all day?" I ask my parents impatiently. I had to admit, ever since Morgan came into my life, I noticed myself being more upfront and less hesitant to say what was on my mind. Of course, there was no one more outspoken than her, but it felt good to speak up rather than waiting for information to come to me. No wonder she's so confident; it feels liberating to just say what's on my mind rather than waiting endlessly for someone to finally tell me old news.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, kid, it's just shocking." Mom finally replies.
"What? What's on it?"
"You know Morgan was floating through the system up until she came to Neverland and found her way to us, right?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"Apparently Ingrid was her foster mom a few years ago." Dad says. I jump up from my seat on the couch and take a look at the documentation of Ingrid being Morgan's foster mom. It was there, clear as day, that Ingrid, or to the rest of the world Sarah Fisher, fostered Morgan Faith Cooper for a year. That was Morgan's legal name? Honestly I expected something a little more…I don't know, but that name definitely did not suit my sister.
"Does Morgan—?"
"She's on her way."
"Okay, what's sooooooooooooo important that I had to be here? You know, I do have a life that doesn't involve this crap, right?" Morgan asks as she enters the apartment with Mr. Gold right behind her.
"Like what? Sucking face with Pan?" I throw at her; Morgan narrows her eyes at me, and if looks could kill, I'd be dead many times over.
"At least I have a boyfriend, Henry. But that's not why I'm here, is it?"
"What do you remember about Ingrid being your foster mom?" Mom asks. Morgan did something odd, the usually overconfident attitude I've grown to know, she seemed nervous and looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact.
"I don't know." Her voice is quiet, almost inaudible, but I can barely hear the three words come out of her mouth. Why was she being like this? "Neal asked me the same thing yesterday, but I just don't know. I've been trying to remember anything about her when I was apparently in her care, but I just can't."
"Gold, can you restore it?" Mr. Gold hovers a glowing hand above Morgan's head, but after a few seconds, lowers it with a defeated scowl. I guess it didn't work, but why?
"I'm afraid Ingrid used blood magic on this. The only one that can retrieve the memory would be her." Mr. Gold tells us. "Morgan, I need you to think real hard for me, is there any little thing you remember about her back then? Anything at all?"
"I don't remember." Morgan tells us once again.
"Okay, let's try something different." Mr. Gold ushers her into a chair for some reason. I know he's the expert on magic, but what is the point of this? "Close your eyes and think of your experiences when you knew her, when you were thirteen." Morgan closes her eyes, but I could feel this not working.
"This is a waste of time, it's not working."
"Let me give it a shot. I know I don't have magic or really know what I'm doing, but she's my daughter." Dad tells Gold. Mr. Gold backs away from my sister, allowing dad to get closer to Morgan so that he was kneeling in front of her. "Okay, I want you to keep your eyes close and relax. Listen only to my voice no matter what other sounds you here, okay?"
"Okay." I notice my twin looking relaxed and at ease; her body was still except for the steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took. "Now what?"
"On your thirteenth birthday, you were transferred to live with Sarah Fisher. What do you remember about Sarah Fisher?"
"It was in New York. She lived in Rye, New York." I couldn't believe this was working; I didn't think asking about her alias would make a difference, but clearly I was wrong. Dad might not have magic or anything, but he sure had some good ideas that were almost better than having magical abilities.
"What else about Sarah Fisher? What do you remember about Sarah Fisher? What was she like? What do you remember about her?" Morgan doesn't say anything this time; instead, she gasps before her eyes snap open, the entire eye glowing a white light. What the hell was happening to her? Was she seeing something? A million questions flooded through my head, but the only thing I cared about was her being okay.
"What's happening to her?" I ask. Someone in here had to know what was going on and how to stop this, but no one was saying or doing anything; they were all just standing there with these blank looks. I reach out and grab her hand, in hopes that our connection would pull her back to the land of the living, but the moment our hands touch, I'm brought into this strange place that resembled a prison. The unusual thing, however, was that there was only one watch tower and it was in the center of everything. I hear the distorted voices of my family trying to pull me back, but I just knew that I had to stay. I look ahead at the tower, and as I take a step forward, a pair of handcuffs are snapped on my wrists. I hear a dark laughter echo everywhere; I look all around for the source until a shadow steps in front of me. The figure steps into the light and I see something I wasn't expecting; me.
"Hello, Henry. Nice of you to stop by." Darker me says with pure malice. Why was I evil? And what did he want with me? "I like your taste in accessories; restraining and keeps you completely powerless, like it should be."
"What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious? I want you to become me. Aren't you sick of everyone stepping all over you, using you to get what they want? Your own twin sister uses you, yet you're trying to save her, why is that? You know that she doesn't really care about what happens to you, right? A few years ago she wasn't even in the picture, but now she's destroying your life, little by little. How long will it be before she takes everything you care about? With me, you become strong and powerful. With me, you get those powers she robbed you from."
"I will never be you. I will never become all dark and twisted, no matter what."
"Is that so? Then why am I still here?"
"What do you mean?"
"I exist as long as you carry that darkness inside of you. You might walk around pretending that you're above me, but you can't hide the truth from yourself. You will become me, Henry, and when that time comes, I will wreak havoc on anyone who has ever underestimated us."
"No, I won't."
"You can't run from your destiny. You can't run from who you're meant to be. Just ask Peter Pan. Do you really think luck brought Morgan to Neverland? She was her destiny, and now the once great Demon Boy, the King of Neverland, has lost his edge for a girl. Do you really think that guy wanted to become soft? His destiny caused that to happen, and you're gonna become the new demonic boy, but you'll be worse." I needed to focus; this guy was causing me to lose focus when I needed to find a way to get Morgan and I out of this place.
"MORGAN! MORGAN?! Where are you?" I don't hear anything, but I know she had to be somewhere, and since we're twins, maybe my voice will be able to reach her and then we'll figure a way out together.
"She won't come for you. Haven't you met her? She's selfish and would kill you in a heartbeat if it came down to it." I know my darker self was trying to make me lose hope, but I wouldn't let him get to me. Sure Morgan wasn't the most giving person and was indeed selfish, but I know she does care about me, even if she might not admit it. When I met her on Neverland, she was bitter, but even then I could tell she cared about me, she was just afraid to admit it. She couldn't be more different from me, but we somehow grew to care about each other quickly, and I was not giving up on her now. Not after everything we've been through; as I think of her, my mind flashes to the moment I vowed to make her see the good in life.
"If we get off this island, what will you do?" I had asked her.
"I don't know; eat a carton of ice cream I guess." She responded.
"Isn't there anyone you wanna see? Someone you care about."
"That's the difference between you and me, Henry. If you die, there will be people that will vow to avenge your death. But if I die, no one will care; life will go on as if I had never even existed in the first place. I've never mattered to anyone before, and I won't matter to anyone now. I bet no one has even noticed I've gone missing, and if they did, they certainly don't care."
"I'm sure that's not true. There must be someone."
"Not one person."
Morgan's POV
I gasp awake in a pool of water, at least I hope it was water. Everything looked all blurry around me and all I could see were shapes moving in closer while my vision was still like looking through a kaleidoscope. I don't know why, but I start panicking and form fireballs in both hands as I try to figure out who or what was surrounding me.
"Why is she freaking out?" a voice asks.
"She's not quite in the realm of reality, and since she's just learning how to control her abilities, this is a very dangerous state for her to be in." another voice answers. A blurry figure moves closer to me, and I completely lose it; I start throwing fireball after fireball, but stop when someone grabs hold of my hand and my vision clears. I look down at my hand to see it was Henry who calmed me down when I wasn't exactly in the right mindset. I look up at my family, and then at the apartment, and I actually feel slightly guilty about all of this; I know it wasn't exactly my fault, but it was still my magic that had done this.
"I'm sorry. I-I didn't know what was happening. I didn't mean to do any of this, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I tell them, and for once in my life, I actually mean it.
"Morgan, it's okay. It's okay. Magic is still a new thing to you, and we especially can't blame you for things you had no control over." Emma says.
"When I was…in that trance I guess…I remembered something. When I lived with her, she used to always say something about getting her ribbons back. I don't know what she meant, but maybe we can find out."
"What do you mean ribbons?"
"She used to mention how she just needs her ribbons back and then she'd be happy again; I'm not quite sure how Ingrid expects to get happiness from some ribbons, but I'm determined to find out, especially when she wants me for whatever twisted reason.
Peter Pan's POV
"Ingrid!" I call out in her seemingly empty lair; I wasn't an idiot though, she was here…just didn't feel like saying hello. "I know you're here, so come out before I give you a demonstration of my power.
"Hello, Peter. What can I help you with?" Ingrid asks me, coming out from behind a column of ice. Still up to old habits making those dramatic entrances that weren't even that dramatic to begin with.
"You know what I want."
"No games today, Peter?" I know she was trying to get to me by using my first name; the name even Morgan rarely calls me, saved only for those really special moments between us, the moments where I realize that I would grow up with her in a heartbeat.
"Not when it comes to Morgan."
"But are you willing to pay the price?"
"I'm here now, aren't I?"
"That you are, Peter." Ingrid walks closer to me and traces her fingers up my chest in an act to seduce me obviously, but I was not falling for her pathetic attempt to get me to fall for someone as desperate as Ingrid. "Don't look so glum, Peter. I know you like it. You may act like Morgan's the only one for you, but you're kidding yourself if you actually think that she'll be yours forever. You have thought that through, right?"
"And here I was trying to be nice. The moment you mocked my relationship was just a step too far. Next time you see me, Ingrid, I will be choking the life out of you. Or maybe I'll let you live and make every day a living hell. Watch your back, Ingrid, Peter Pan never fails."
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