T/W for character death

Chapter fifty eight

-Lunch time-

"What do you want from me?" Neal asked, his voice cracking significantly, despite the fact that the threat before him was a mere teenager.

Pan looked his grandson up and down and he replied, "you know exactly what I wanted you to do, but it would appear that you are in no position to bring me the heart."

"I-I couldn't find the Truest Believer," the grown man lied.

"I know you're not being truthful with me Bae. You found out that the heart I need belongs to your son and you lost your nerve. You thought that you could go back in time and play happy family while I died in Neverland, unable to ever get to you."

"How did you get here?" Neal asked timidly.

"Your deadline was nearing and imagine my surprise when you didn't return to me with the person I so desperately needed to preserve my way of life. It hurt me deeply that one of my Lost Boys could so severely betray me Bae," he sighed with his hand over his heart. "I was so close to death when a tear revealed itself to me, I found myself in this wretched town, with the curse very much intact. The Truest Believer had not yet been through enough trials to obtain his mantle so I watched and waited as you planned to subvert my power."

"You've been here since Emma went back in time?" the older man choked out.

"And imagine my disappointment at finding out just who you are, your betrayal hurts that much more now that I know you to be my very own grandson."

Neal's mouth fell open, he was not able to form words. Rumple had always been unwilling to talk about his parents and honestly, as a child, he had far greater issues to deal with, like the fact that his father was the greatest evil across all of the realms. Now it would appear that the same evil was hereditary, though he still refused to acknowledge what he did was wrong, even if the sight of the wheelchair had hurt more than the thought of Regina executing him.

"That's right, Bae, you let down your own family," Pan sighed.

"Henry is my son," Neal replied rather weakly, "I would never have agreed had I known who the Truest Believer would end up being."

"And yet, you are willing to torture the mother of your child just because she found happiness with another. Face it, you are just monstrous as you believe father and I to be."

"I was trying to give Emma…"

"You was trying to take her happy ending away from her because it didn't match with what you wanted. How is that any better than anything your father ever did?" Pan glowered.

Neal looked desperately over at the office where Emma and Regina must have been eating lunch, he wanted nothing more than for the queen to come out right now and see just who had been living amongst the townsfolk for months. He wanted the mayor to come and save him from whatever sadistic fate his grandfather had prescribed him.

"Oh, they will not be coming to your rescue," Pan laughed.

"You can't hurt me with them right there," Neal said hollowly.

A moment later, a phone could be heard ringing from the office and after what must have been a short conversation, Neal saw the distinctive purple smoke engulf the office.

"It's so irritating when appointments are changed last minute, wouldn't you agree?"

"Y-you changed Emma's physio time?" Neal asked, he had forgotten just how smart the blonde demon truly was.

"Can you blame me for wanting alone time with my only grandson? Especially since this will be my last chance," Pan sighed.

"Please…" he began, but was quickly halted by a raised hand.

"Considering the measures that I had to take in order for another chance at the heart, I would say that you are all out of chances, Bae, I now see that if I need something done, then I should do it myself."

With that, the bars bent under the force of the spell that the apparent teenager was exerting upon them.

Neal began to back away from the blonde, desperately looking around for an escape, but Pan was blocking the way out that he had just created.

The man swallowed hard and said, "you won't be able to get Henry's heart, Regina and Emma will protect him."

"I believe that you took care of the saviour for me, I'm sure I will be able to find a way to deal with the queen without your assistance. Goodbye Baelfire," Peter Pan then sank his hand into the man's chest.

As Neal fell lifelessly to the ground, Pan waved his hand and the body disappeared, as did he a moment later.

-After school-

"You would probably know me better as Peter Pan," the blonde perched on the bed chuckled.

Henry sat frozen in his seat and stared at the teenager who had invaded his bedroom.

He knew that Peter Pan should have been a hero, but this boy very clearly oozed evil, everything about him sent out signals that made the brunette instantly wary of him.

"Great-grandfather," the younger of the two repeated slowly.

"Appearance can be deceptive, dear Henry. For example, to most Storybrooke would appear to be a completely mundane and insignificant town. It takes a particular kind of person to see through such a façade without any proof, which is why I require your help."

"Help with what?" Henry asked cautiously.

"To prevent the destruction of magic, Neverland is in dire need of a hero such as yourself, please agree to come with me," he replied, standing from the bed as if it would be more convincing.

Henry tilted his head, somehow he was aware that he would probably have agreed to such a proposition had things gone the way that they should, but he no longer felt as though the storybook defined everything around him. He no longer felt the need to be known as a hero, he just wanted to be with his family without something happening to one of his mother's again.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I am your blood relative, my son, Rumpelstiltskin and his son Neal each turned into utter disappointments, but you do not know how proud I someone from my own blood line is the Truest Believer," Pan replied rather dramatically.

Henry shook his head and said, "my family is already big enough."

Pan's smile dropped into a scowl, he had clearly given up on pretending, "I only require your heart,

there is no need for the rest of you to be active."

Without further explanation, a needle appeared in his hand and he walked towards the brunette boy, fully prepared to place him under a sleeping curse and decrease the chance of any further complications.

Before Henry could shout for help, white smoke bellowed and the sheriff appeared clutching the wheels tightly, "Neal…" she trailed off as she saw the teenager who somewhat resembled her ex, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't him.

"You're the saviour?" Pan laughed, "rather ill-prepared to protect anyone, are we not?"

Emma's knuckles turned white and she said, "step away from my son."

"And what are you going to do to stop me?"

By way of reply, the blonde brought up both of her hands and without any hesitation, shot two orbs of pure white magic at him, but they quickly fizzled out.

"Not as strong as you thought?" Pan sneered.

Emma swallowed hard and began to wish that she knew more about magic but she had no idea how to hurt him, it wasn't as if she could use her tatic of punching him.

Pan turned back to Henry with the needle raised but his arm became engulfed by a purple glow.

"Do as the sheriff told you to, little boy," Regina said as she allowed her arm to drop back to her side.

A/N Sorry for the wait, I will try and finish this before Christmas :)

Hope you guys enjoyed, I would love to hear what you thought XD