...Hey

Please excuse my REALLY long absence. I didn't mean to stop posting for so long I honestly don't know how it got to this. I just had so much stuff going on during the summer I didn't even stop to write. But I'm back, hopefully for longer this time.

And here's a crappy chapter just so you hate me even more than you already do :)

*offers more cookies and other delicious food that will make you love me again*

Chapter 48: Not A Goodbye

Mya's P.O.V

"…What?" I exclaimed after Peter finished his incredibly long speech involving a creepy cave and a creepy future-seeing person with eyes on her palms, or as Peter called her, a seer.

"Mya, you know how I feel about you, but-" I interrupted him before he could say any more.

"But nothing! If you really mean it, if you really feel that way about me, then you shouldn't ask me to leave." I objected.

"I'm not asking, I'm begging you to." He pleaded, and as I searched in his eyes, I saw nothing but agony. This situation must really be tearing him apart. "I want you to stay, but I have to put Neverland's needs before my own."

I scoffed. Sure Neverland wouldn't exist anymore without the heart of the truest believer, but neither would Peter. And that was the main reason he was so torn about this. "Neverland's or yours?"

Peter frowned. "The island would perish, and all the Lost Boys here would too."

"And so would you." I stated. Peter glanced down.

"You're right. I would." His eyes met mine again. "What choice do I have?"

"There's always a choice." I insisted. "And I still don't understand why me leaving will ensure the boy with the heart of the truest believer will come to Neverland."

"Seer's know things, Mya." He tried to explain.

"And since when do you blindly believe someone?" I crossed my arms. "She could be wrong or maybe lying. You did keep her prisoner in a cave, why should she help you?"

"Why should she lie?" He countered. "Her freedom is on the line."

"And so are we." I retorted, avoiding his gaze. I couldn't fathom why he was doing this, after everything we'd been through.

"This isn't the end, Mya." He placed both hands on the sides of my face, lifting it up to face him. "I believe you will return to me as well."

I placed my hands on his and gently removed them. "What if I don't?"

"Mya-" I blocked him.

"Or what if I do, but I'm older and I'm already married and have ten kids or-" I trailed off.

"Ten kids?" He raised an eyebrow. "I may have dodged a bullet there."

I glared daggers at him. "It's a figure of speech."

He grinned. "You'll come back to me long before all that. I know it."

"What did your beloved seer tell you?" I snapped. "How can you even trust her? You don't trust anyone!"

"It's not that I trust her…" He dawdled.

"Then what is it?" I questioned.

He sighed. "It's too good to be true, Mya."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What is?"

"All of this." He exhaled. "You."

"So you think just because it's too good to be true… it can't be?" I guess it had some logic to it… Joking! It made absolutely no sense! But it was flattering to be considered 'too good to be true'.

Peter nodded. "I don't want to risk her being right." He referred to the seer. "Because if she is, and if I can't find the boy, then we're all done for." He explained. "And if you're in Neverland when it all goes down, so will you."

Well the idea of dying in Neverland wasn't very appealing. But I sure as hell preferred it as to leaving and never seeing Peter again until I mystically get the boy to come to his island.

"This is absurd. I don't even know who the boy is and where. How am I supposed to bring him to you? And why would I bring a boy to his death?" The last part hadn't occurred to me until just now. If I were the reason the boy got here, I'd be the reason he'd die. Regardless of the fact he'd be saving Neverland, I don't want to be responsible for a child's death.

"I can't answer any of that." Peter replied. "It would tamper with the predetermined future events."

"What if I promise I won't tell future me." I gave him puppy-dog eyes.

"I can't, even if I wanted to." He shook his head, then called out: "Logan!"

Logan appeared shortly, jittery as to why he was being summoned. "Yes, Pan?"

"Free the Captain." Peter ordered, keeping his eyes fixed on me. "He has a long journey ahead of him." Logan nodded, then glanced over at me, and left.

On any other circumstance I would be delighted to know Peter was freeing my father. But the reason for his liberation didn't please me at all.

Third Person

Felix emerged from the woods just as Pan left Mya alone to process everything he had told her.

"Felix, where have you been?" Pan demanded.

"I just returned from the Echo Cave. The seer has escaped." Felix informed him.

"What?" A scowl formed on Peter's face. "How?"

"I've no idea." The Lost Boy replied.

Pan shook his head unbelievably. "There's no way she could have escaped on her own." Felix avoided Pan's glare, but Peter had other things in mind. "Send Lost Boys to look for the seer." Was all he said. Felix left to obey oders.

He wasn't concerned on the seer's whereabouts as much as he should have been. His mind kept drifting off to the thought of having to let Mya go, and, if all went wrong, of never seeing her again.

Mya's P.O.V

I sat on a fallen tree trunk staring at my feet until I heard voices coming my way. I glanced up to see my father being led here by Logan.

"Dad!" I exclaimed, rushing to hug him. He returned the hug, wrapping his arms around me.

"Oh Mya, I missed you." He said, still hugging me.

"Me too, Dad." As the hug ended, I took a step back. "We're leaving."

"I know." He grinned.

I attempted to smile back. "Great news, huh?"

"Indeed." He agreed. "Let's go to the Jolly Roger, get the ship ready for departure."

"Leaving without saying goodbye?" I would have hoped for the voice to belong to Peter, but it was female, and very familiar.

"Tinkerbelle!" I exclaimed, rushing over to hug her. I would have been devastated if I'd left without saying goodbye to her. She hugged me back tightly. "I'll miss you." I whispered in her ear before we pulled back. "I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done."

My father came forwards, standing beside me facing Tink. "Perhaps, you'd like to come with us?" He offered. I glanced up at him, surprised. Not because of the offer, but because it was genius and I felt like slapping myself for not thinking of it.

"That's a great idea." I piped in. "You can't possibly want to stay here." Her life pretty much sucked... No offence.

Tink looked between the two of us, but then shook her head. "I couldn't. There's nothing for me in the Enchanted Forest."

"There's nothing for you here, either." I pointed out.

"I'm used to living in Neverland. It's my home now. I'm not a fairy anymore and I can't do magic, I don't belong there." She explained. I guess I understood where she was coming from, I didn't want to leave this place either, but my reasons were entirely different. Speaking of...

"I'm going to find Peter." The glare I received from my father upon saying those words didn't go unnoticed, but he let me go nonetheless. Tink smiled and nodded, hugging me goodbye one last time. I left her and my father alone to say their goodbyes and headed over to the tree trunk house where I expected Peter to be. My suspicions were correct. Peter was lying on his hammock, probably contemplating life or whatnot.

"I'm leaving." I stated as I entered.

He turned to look at me. "I know."

"No, I mean, right now." I added.

"Oh." Well… I was expecting a little more than that.

"Oh? Really? That's the best you got?" I rolled my eyes, frustrated that he didn't even care enough to say goodbye properly. "Whatever, goodbye Peter." I started leaving but he appeared right in front of me. Him and his voodoo magic…

"Wait." He stopped me. "I'm sorry about all of this, you know that."

I shrugged. "I guess."

"And I don't want you to leave. But it's beyond me now-"

I interrupted him. "Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time."

He sighed. "This isn't goodbye, Mya."

I glanced up at him. "Isn't it?"

He looked at me as if I was insane. "Of course not. Mya, I'll find you wherever you are. We'll be together again." He cupped my face with his hands. "I promise." And with that he pressed his lips gently onto mine one last time. I wanted to kiss him more but I knew if I did I would never bring myself to leave him. And he knew too.

His hands left my face and he took a step back, I could see in his eyes he was reluctant to do so. I understood it was time for me to go.

I gave him a small smile before I exited the tree trunk. It was in that moment that I realized I was never going to storm out of there again, or walk in there hoping to find Peter, I wasn't going to leave and find the Lost Boys dancing around a campfire or playing games that fourteen-year-old kids should definitely not play. I wasn't going to see Peter everyday; fight with him, tease him, laugh with and at him… kiss him.

It was all over now.

These thoughts ran through my head all the way to the Jolly Roger, my father by my side not saying a word. I wasn't crying. I didn't do that much. But it hurt to know this was the last time in long time I'd be in Neverland, despite what Peter said, I knew. Even if I did come back here again, it wouldn't be anytime soon.

Third Person

Peter returned to his hammock after Mya left. His mind was somewhere else, trying to escape the thought of the girl he loved leaving the island. He could still stop her. He was still in time now. But then he felt it. The Jolly Roger. Leaving.

It was over. She was gone.

Before he could fully process it he heard a noise coming from the entrance. He spun round to see the girl with no eyes standing there, and though she didn't have any eyes, he felt her staring at him. "How'd you escape?" He blurted out after a moment of surprise in seeing her there.

"That doesn't matter." She replied, raising her palms. This time, her eyes really were staring at him. "What matters is I have come here to speak the truth."

Peter frowned, puzzled. "What truth?"

"Before I tell you, I need to ensure you will set me free. You see, it's what you promised. And you haven't held your promise yet." The seer continued, her voice scarily calm.

"I was going to." Peter told her, annoyance clear in his voice. He didn't want to listen to the seer right now. She had caused enough problems for him. All her wanted was for her to leave him alone.

"Now's your chance." The seer retorted. "I want a passage off the island."

Peter sighed, frustrated. "Fine." He concentrated for a split second. "There. There's a small boat with the power to fly out of Neverland out by the shore. Now leave." He spoke the last words harshly, but the seer didn't budge.

"I promised I'd tell you the truth in return." She stated. "And unlike you, I keep my promises." Peter was about to remind her that he had just kept his promise when he realized there was no point in arguing further. He gestured for her to continue. "I told you that the girl you loved was necessary to bring the boy back the island. And although my vision of the girl was real, her part in the boy's return was not."

This drew Peter's attention. His eyes studying her, from her face to her hands, her eyes. "What are you saying?" His voice was low, but faint. Almost as if he didn't want her to hear, as if he didn't wish to receive an answer.

"She's not necessary to bring the boy back to you." The seer repeated.

"You mean she could have stayed here?" Peter's calm voice was substituted by a loud one, one full of feeling, full of anger. "She didn't have to leave!" He cried, turning his back to the seer, running his hand across his face, into his hair. "She could have stayed." He said once more. They were cries of desperation. Cries that didn't change anything. She was gone. She wasn't going to come back with the boy. Maybe she wasn't going to come back at all. Maybe she was gone, forever. "Why?" He faced the seer once more, demanding an answer. "Why did you lie?"

"I was asked to." She replied, simply. Pan opened his mouth to say something, scream at her, question who had asked this of her, but the seer started leaving the tree trunk. "Thanks for the boat." She said. And then she was gone. Pan watched her leave, counting his mistakes, for one, trusting the seer, second, actually wishing for her boat, third, letting the girl he loved go for a reason that was no longer valid. Mya was gone in vain. And there was nothing he could do to get her back.

A YEAR LATER

I honked loudly as I parked my blue convertible outside the middle school, trying to get the attention of a ten-year-old boy who was exiting the building. "You can stop honking now, Amalia."

I retracted my hand from the horn and smiled widely as he opened the car door, hopping inside. "How was school, Henry?" I asked as the engine roared to life.

Henry shrugged. "The usual." He glanced over to the streets of the town as we passed by. "Nothing different ever happens here."

I frowned at his words. Henry was a funny little boy. I have been his babysitter for as long as I could remember. It paid well as a part time job, since his mom was the major, money was the one thing this kid didn't have a problem with. My point was made when we stopped in front of a huge white mansion. "Home sweet home." I told Henry before he jumped out of the car. I turned the engine off in about the same time as the door of the mansion opened, and a woman exited. She had black hair that was cut just above the shoulder, and dark eyes. Her face was always strict, but every time she was around Henry the corners of her mouth would curve into a smile, and her face would brighten. She walked towards Henry, greeting him and with a quick hug before he disappeared inside the house. "Thanks for picking him up." She turned to me as I exited the car.

"Anytime, Regina." I replied. Despite how she acted towards everyone else in town, she had always been decent in my regards. I guess taking care of Henry when she couldn't earned me some respect. "Do you need me to stop by tonight?" I questioned, wanting to know if I had to babysit later, Regina usually had major-related business to dedicate herself to.

She shook her head. "Not tonight." With a small smile, she walked back into her mansion, shutting the door behind her.

I guess I would have dinner at Granny's then spend my night in my tiny apartment, reading a book or something, as I always did. Sometimes I wondered if Henry was right, did things ever really change in the small town of Storybrooke?

So, big question for you guys, do you want me to continue the story here or start a new fanfiction, like a sequel. I'm fine with whatever but if some of you would rather me start the sequel somewhere else then let me know :)

I have a chapter ready already (woo hoo) so as soon as you decide where you want me to post it I shall.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story so far because the next few chapters are going to be intensely full of information (most of which you already know from the show) and I will fest forward until Peter shows up again. Promise :)