↬Chapter Sixty Eight-Snow Drifts↬

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Peter, Camilla, and their three boys managed to obtain a small flat with the help of Gold—Camilla basically threatened Gold that if he didn't help them, then she'd get her hands on the Dagger and remind him what death feels like. That was enough for it to work, though it got a dry comment about the way that she acted around her son—which, in return, lead to another comment from Camilla mentioning about Gold and a lack of grandparent visits. Though, even with Camilla being a little shit towards her own father, Gold managed to acquire them a place to live as a gift towards their engagement which they didn't mention but Gold took notice of the ring.

Ironically, the apartment was quite close to Regina's mansion which Camilla found somewhat amusing. Peter made sure to bring all of their stuff with them—and by bring, Camilla meant that he used his magic to do such a thing. As much as she knew that this was temporary as it was said as much by Gold—who wanted to give them both a better gift if given the time—who also wanted to use this as a way to start apologising for everything, she was still happy to have her own place.

As much as Camilla thought that it was rather nice to hear the fact that her father wanted to apologise, there was still a part of her which didn't want to forgive her father over what he did. There was no way for him to take back everything that he did to her over her life, there was no way for him to remove the amount of hatred and fear that she felt while growing up, there was nothing that he could do about the amount of pain that he caused her. She didn't want to forgive him at all, so she felt confused as a whole.

She wanted to talk to Peter about all of it, especially considering that they had a child that they needed to consider especially around his father. She knew that she had to worry about her son when it came to her father, she didn't want her father to hurt Finn the way that he hurt her, which made her wonder whether or not it would be the right thing for her to do—to have space between the pair of them. Though, even still, there was this one guilty part of her which ate at her, making her wonder whether or not someone would shame her for splitting a grandfather from his grandson.

Camilla shook her head, placing her son into his cradle—Peter had changed his nappy which was overly amusing for her to watch as he squirmed and afterwards, Camilla fed him before now putting him back to sleep. Peter and the two boys were getting changed and washed for the victory defeat of Zelena at Granny's. And by defeat, Camilla meant the murder of Zelena which was like a defeat but at least now they all knew that there was a chance that Zelena wouldn't come back to them and decide to fuck with all of them.

It was rather something that she found amusing in her mind. She never thought that she would get it. Of course, she hoped that she would, but now that she had it, she was surprised that the fates and universe allowed her the chance of having a happier life. There was a part of her which thought that she didn't deserve all of this, that this was something that could easily get ripped away from her just as a whole, that this was something that she couldn't have, but the fact that she had all of this was something that surprised her the most.

She looked at the way that Regina struggled with finding happiness and how long it took her to finally get it, but she supposed that now that Regina had Robin, that there was still always a chance for them all to have happiness. She supposed that happiness was something that was bound to happen, that it would always reach her again, right? She just hoped that it was something that stayed with her forever.

Camilla knew that she was overthinking everything, but she couldn't help it. All that she was worried about was the fact that there was a chance that her being who she is would ruin any bit of happiness that she got. That and the fact that she was worried about any type of shit that her father might be playing at just as a whole especially when it came to her and her now family.

"Hey," Peter greeted as he wrapped his arms around her.

It made her jump at the sudden noise and the sudden feel of someone hugging her, though she knew that it was Peter, she found that she relaxed a lot more. She leaned back into him and smiled, partly closing her eyes knowing that this was what she'd craved the most—to be held by Peter. "Hi."

He placed his chin on her shoulder though quickly kissed her neck. "You seemed like you were lost in thought."

She smiled weakly then. "I was." She hummed slightly. "I was thinking about how this was everything that I wanted and more. And that I'm happy to know that I will always have you by my side."

He tightened his grip around her a little tighter at that. "I'll always be here for you and be by your side, till death and after that, always." He buried his head into the back of her neck and his lips briefly pressed against her skin. "You are my everything, my Lost Girl, and I'd rather be dead than to not be in love with you. My girl, my light." He pressed more kisses on her neck which made her close her eyes and groan slightly, she bit her lip as if trying to prevent herself from letting anything else slip while knowing that the boys were around.

"Peter," she whined under her breath, feeling the way that his hands moved under her shirt. She didn't stop him, she didn't want to knowing on how much she loved his touch on her skin and the way that a simple touch done by him was her undoing. He kissed her neck more, briefly sucking on her skin and leaving marks which made her flustered. "Peter."

"Jay," he whispered back at her. He turned her around and cupped her cheek before kissing her once more. She felt the way that she basically melted into the kiss, she wanted to stay in this moment for as long as she could knowing that it was all that she wanted. Plus, she knew that they needed to catch up for lost time, and she was more than willing to.

She slipped her hand into his pants, finding joy over the way that he gasped into their kiss though he didn't move away—in fact, he encouraged it more that she thought that he would by undoing the button on his pants. She brought it out and played with it, never once stopping the kiss, and finding joy in the way that Peter groaned against her lips. She felt the way that he tried to lift up her shirt just to get back at her though it didn't seem to work for him very well.

Camilla had him where she wanted him and that was all that she cared about the most. She was going to get back at him and catch up on all of the time that she missed, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. That and the fact that she loved teasing the hell out of him when she got the chance to. This was everything to her, so she wasn't going to give up on that chance just as a whole.

"Jade," he gasped. A light moan came out of his mouth, and she quickened her movements. "Please."

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked with a smile finding joy in his expressions.

He didn't say anything, just shook his head. It was enough for Camilla to grip harder and to pull him to the closest bedroom—they were lucky enough to get an apartment that was similar to Snow's, which meant that they had a bedroom on the bottom floor of their apartment, only they had a door and some privacy.

She heard the way that Peter groaned and the other small noises that came out of his mouth, she found herself rather enjoying teasing the hell out of him, like it was something that she missed far too much. She knew that there was a chance that she was getting too ahead of herself, but she couldn't help it just as a whole, she felt like that she needed this—needed Peter like this, like how she craved for ages.

Peter backed her onto the bed, pinning her down by the wrists which made her almost whine before he then decided to attack her neck with his lips. She tried herself biting her lip to prevent anything from coming out of her mouth which she knew was something that Peter disliked but she didn't care, she knew that both Baz and Devin where in the apartment which made her not want to let anything slip.

"Jade," he breathed against her neck. "Oh, my Jade," He slowly undid her button-down shirt and Camilla really didn't want to stop him, in fact she helped him undo it and get it off of her. She, in turn, helped to take off his shirt which he gladly obliged to, and once his shirt off she ran her fingers down his chest.

He kissed down her neck, across her collar bone, over her chest and decided to leave a few hickeys across them. He continued to leave a trail of kisses across her stomach before trailing back up. Once he was back up to her chest, he wormed his hands to the clasp of her bra and unclasped it, the staps fell and Peter quickly got rid of it.

"Peter," Camilla whined. "Please."

He leaned up and looked down at her with a grin on his face, sliding his own pants and underwear down. Camilla watched as he did as such and in the process she undid her own though Peter stopped her and done it himself. She rather enjoyed the kind of display that Peter always performed when it came to this, like he was obsessed with every movement and like he was afraid to miss anything.

Peter returned to his position on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist which seemed like enough for Peter just as a whole. He lined himself up and slid himself in which made Camilla arch slightly as she let out a small moan. Peter hushed her slightly and kissed her once more.

"Shh," he hushed, moving to her ear, "keep quiet, can you do that for me?"

He pressed more into her and then out once more before repeating over and over again, speeding up which made it hard for her to keep quiet, though the longer that she refused to answer, the harsher he was with each thrust. She nodded as if to answer for her, though it seemed like it was the wrong way to answer, and his thrusts were harder, more difficult to keep up with.

She hummed as if to keep what would escape her mouth inside. "Yes." She managed at last.

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She wasn't sure how long they'd gone on for, but they only stopped when Finn began to cry. Camilla wanted to beg for Peter to continue, wanting more than what she got, but as much as she knew that she couldn't continue with what they were doing she knew that she had to sort out their son.

Peter groaned on top of her, releasing inside of her before pulling out. She smiled up at him with a pant, she slid her hands over his skin. The cry of their son continued, and Camilla closed her eyes just for a moment and sighed. Peter buried his head into the crook of her neck and nibbled on her skin just for a moment.

"Peter," Camilla whispered, "Peter, check on Finn please." He groaned. She flicked him. "Please, Pete."

He whined though stood up and moved his hands while a dressing gown appeared around him. His eyes never once left Camilla as a whole even when he tied it up in front of him and walked out of their room. She found herself smiling to herself and stayed there for a moment while she listened to the way that Peter cooed towards Finn and talked to him.

She listened to the way that Peter talked to Finn for a while and the way that Baz and Devin moved slightly upstairs. She closed her eyes and for a moment, she thought that her life couldn't have gotten any better, that this was all that she ever wanted and that she couldn't ask for more.

Camilla shook her head slightly and found herself pushing off of the bed. She walked into the bathroom and got into the shower.

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Peter had been the one to drag Camilla and the others to Granny's diner for the victory against their defeat over Zelena. Camilla didn't want to go, if she had it her way she would stay in their apartment curled up in their bed with Peter holding her. At least then she knew that no one would judge, like how she knew that everyone was going to judge Peter for actually killing Zelena when everyone else was yelling at him to stop.

As much as she knows that there's a chance that everyone would expect her to be disappointed in what Peter did—she was more proud than anything else. She would have killed Zelena herself if she were given the chance, not only that but she knew that there was more of a chance that she wouldn't stop stabbing Zelena even after she was dead. There was a small part of her which wished that she were there to watch as Peter killed her—her only regret was that she wasn't there.

Peter held their baby in a carrycot, Camilla held onto small bag which contained little toys and some food just in case Finn became fussy. She found it amusing to watch Peter with a small baby like Finn, she never thought that she would see the day where they would have a child of their own, it was something that she didn't believe just as a whole. The entire concept of them being parents was something that didn't make sense to her, and it was rather an odd concept.

Although she knew that they took care of the Lost Boys, but this was different, this was their own baby. And they had a baby which was different, all of this was so different, and Camilla couldn't help but panic more than anything. She couldn't help but thinking that there was a chance that she would fail, that there was a chance she wouldn't be a good mother, it was something that made her afraid of even being around their child.

The more that she thought about being a mother, the more that she realised that she was just afraid of everything that ever happened to her, happening to her child. She was afraid that there was a chance that she would become her father and abuse her son and that was something that she didn't want. She didn't want to cause her son trauma the same trauma that she had, but the worry and doubt in her mind was something that stressed her out more than she'd care to admit.

She knew that she had to talk to Peter about this, that she couldn't keep it to us help any longer, but the more that she thought about it the more that she realised that she was too afraid to even bring it up to begin with. she didn't want Peter to think that there was a chance that she'd become a monster, she didn't want him to think that it was best to take their son away from her, there was just a lot about all of this that made her stress out and she wasn't sure how long she could take it anymore.

Camilla shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but no matter how much he tried she realised that the thoughts were meant to stay. She had to speak to Peter her about all of this before it got too much for her, but she didn't know how to bring it up, like there had to be a reason as to why she was so afraid to even talk to Peter about this in the first place. Of course, she knew that it was just nerves playing around with her, that she was so under prepared with becoming a mother in the first place, and that there was a chance of Peter was probably thinking the same thing, But she couldn't shake the thought just as a whole.

She shook her head as the three of them into Granny's diner, if anything she didn't want people to ask her what the hell was on her mind in time of a great defeat. She knew that all she wanted was peace and some privacy but knew that no matter what she would be made to come here—or persuaded by one of her boys. She wanted to just sleep and close her eyes for as long as possible, but she knew that she would be wanted at Granny's, whether by her boys or by the others.

The bell rang upon Peter opening the door, he carried Finn in front of him and was instantly greeted with warmth from those inside as they looked towards their son. Baz and Devin followed after Peter and went over towards Henry, greeting him as if they'd known him for years. Camilla was the last one to enter and there was just a sense of need flowing through her that told her that she needed to turn back, that something was wrong, and she needed to sort something out—but she tried her best to shake it off.

The door of the diner closed behind her, and she was greeted with balloons, banners, and gifts spread across the diner. The familiar smell of coffee and food hit her nose which made her realise just how hungry she was and how much she wished that she ate something before coming out, though she knew that Peter would make sure that they all ate soon. She tried to clear her head, she tried her best to not overthink or worry about something that she didn't need to, but something didn't feel right.

She shook her head once more, trying to rid her mind of the thoughts which tormented her. She needed to be in the present rather than going haywire inside her own mind, and as much as she wanted to think over everything that happens, she knew that she needed to be here where everyone else was. And yet, no matter what she tried to do, she found herself overthinking still.

"Jade," Peter called out from a booth. It took her a moment to realise that she was just standing at the door in her own little world where she was arguing in her own mind on whether or not she should be present. Peter gave her an odd look as if he were about to ask her what was going on, but she just shook her head and joined the others.

At the booth was Snow, David, Ruby, the Charming's baby, Henry, and her own little family. In front of Henry, Devin, and Baz was the storybook that Henry loved more than anything, it made her smile to see the book. She took notice of the way that once Camilla was close enough, Henry looked up at her and grinned, he made Baz scoot out of the way just so that he could rise and hug her.

"Camilla!" Henry greeted her in a bone-crushing hug. "I missed you. I'm glad to see that you're alive."

Camilla felt the way that she choked as she tried to hold herself together. She promised herself in her head that if she ever found herself talking to Henry once more she would make sure that Henry would be safe for Neal's sake more than anything else. She just hated the fact that it took her this long to finally acknowledge that Henry was here, though the only thing that she knew which was the cause of her not wanting to talk to Henry was because of Neal, because of the fact that every time she looked at Henry she thought of her brother and how much she wished for more time with him.

She knew that it was stupid, that she should be protecting Henry rather than avoiding him, but it was just the pain and the grief of knowing that she no longer had her brother by her side anymore. And that was something that was going to take her ages to get over, though there was a part of her which knew that she wouldn't be able to get over it—she basically raised him.

"I missed you too, Henry," she whispered. "I'm sorry that it took me this long to talk to you."

He pulled away and looked up to her. "I understand, you don't have to explain." There was a sad look across his face then. "I want to know more about my father, if you want to talk about him and if that's okay with you."

Camilla smiled sadly towards him then. "Of course, but not now."

Henry nodded and turned, dragging Camilla to their booth. Baz moved allowing the pair of them to sit down. Once seated, Camilla let Baz sit on her lap which made her remember how heavy the ten-year-old really was, though she tried not to think too much into it. The book was open on a page and story of how Snow and Charming met—she remembered the story, she knew that she trusted Snow enough to steal from Charming (or whoever was meant to come down that path) and she would meet Snow after she got what was needed for them to get as far away as possible.

Henry was reading the story to Snow and David's son—his uncle—and Camilla found himself smiling. She looked towards Peter and saw how he held Finn in his arms and Camilla was reminded once again just how lucky she was to have this. To finally have Peter by her side and a family which she loves more than anything.

"And that's when the bandit leaped on top of the carriage and stole the Prince's jewels," Henry read. "As the Prince chased the thief on horseback through the treacherous forest."

"Really?" Emma asked. It made Camilla jump she hadn't realised that Emma was here. "I can't hear the kid's name yet, but I have to hear this story again?"

"Well, my son should know where he comes from." David told, leaning over to touch his son.

"Are you sure you want the first thing he knows to be that his parents fell in love during an armed robbery?" Emma asked.

"Could be worse," Camilla smiled to Peter and Finn. Peter gave her a look though there was a clear smile on his face.

Snow looked at her daughter then. "I wasn't armed!"

"Except with a rock." Ruby countered.

"I still have the scar," David added.

Snow argued. "Which healed." She turned to her son which was in her arms. "But that's just how we met. It's not how we fell in love."

"Yeah, that was a bit more complicated." David told and turned the page in Henry's storybook. The next page revealed himself fighting off some Black Knights. "See? There were Black Knights when I saved your mother's life."

"Oh," Snow said, turning to the next page where she was on the Troll Bridge where she was transforming the trolls into cockroaches. "And the attack on the Troll Bridge when I saved his."

David turned to the following page where an illustration showed how Snow White jokingly had tried the green peridot ring on. "But it wasn't until I saw my mother's ring on her finger that I knew in my heart there was no other woman I would ever love."

Snow looked up to David then. "I wish you had told me then. We would have saved so much time."

"Well, how could I?" David asked. "I had to get to my wedding."

Hook gave David an odd look as did Peter. "Sorry, have I missed something?" He looked between both Emma and David then. "You were previously betrothed, mate?"

"To Kathryn," Ruby told, gesturing towards Kathryn who was talking to Granny. "Though, she was Princess Abigail back then."

"King Midas' daughter?" Hook asked. "The man who can turn anything to gold? Why would you leave that opportunity?"

Emma hit his side at that. Snow looked at him. "Hey!"

"Well, what can I say? My heart was destined for another." David said.

"You just had to find her first." Ruby said. David laughed at that. "She ran away and was living on a farm."

"Oh," Snow said, "that sounded like such a peaceful life at the time. Leave everyone and everything behind."

"Like mother, like daughter." Hook muttered.

Emma looked at Hook then, and Camilla couldn't help but feel something inside of her burn a little. "Hook."

"What is he talking about?" Henry asked.

Peter reached out and touched Camilla's wrist which made her realise that she was gripping onto a knife which laid on the table. She hadn't realised that she'd grabbed hold of it nor the fact that Baz moved from her lap and was beside Peter and that Peter put Finn back in his carrycot—who was asleep.

"Uh, should we read more stories?" David asked, clearly picking up the awkwardness that filled the air.

Camilla cleared her throat and that was enough for David and Emma to lower their gaze. "I would love to know whether or not Emma plans to take my nephew away from here, knowing the last time that she tried to run away with him without anyone knowing, I threatened her." She looked at Emma then with a grin that was almost unsettling. "So, please, Emma, do you want to explain as to what Hook means by that? Explain to me why you plan to take my brother's son away from his family."

"Jade!" Peter snapped. "Put the knife down."

Camilla's jaw clenched. "No. If I have to drill it into the blonde bitch's head, then I will."

Peter gave her a look and Camilla just narrowed her eyes at him. She slid out of the booth and found herself walking out of Granny's. She really didn't know what was going on in her mind but the thought that Emma was planning to take Henry back to New York as if it was nothing was something that pissed her off more than anything. She knew that she was pissed the last time that Emma attempted something like this and the fact that Emma planned to do it again made her want to commit mass murder.

She walked down the street and heard the sounds of footsteps coming up behind her. She wanted to turn around and snap at Peter for following her, but it was then that she realised that it was Devin carrying Finn in his carrycot and Camilla found herself hating herself more than she originally planned to.

God, she needed to realise that she couldn't act the way that she was knowing that she had Finn now. She took the carrycot from Devin's hand and apologised a few times under her breath knowing that it was basically worthless, but she didn't care. She knew that she was being too harsh just as a whole and that she needed to stop. If she was going to care for a baby, she needed to put a pause on anything that she was used to—which was basically everything.

"Peter thought that it would be best if we go back home," Devin said with a small smile.

Camilla sighed and shook her head. "How about I show you a treehouse?"

Devin perked up then. "Treehouse? A treehouse came over here in the curse?"

Camilla found herself smiling then. "No, I built it when the first curse hit. It came back with the second curse."

"Oo!" Devin bounced on the balls of his feet. "I think I remember seeing a treehouse, but I didn't know that you knew about it or even built it!"

She laughed slightly then. "I made it for Henry back when we were all cursed. I'm sure that my subconscious knew about the treehouse back on Neverland and tried to get me to remember."

Devin looked as if he were about to hug her but stopped himself. "I'm glad that there was a part of you that was fighting to remember."

"I'll always fight to remember you." Camilla told. She knew that it was hard for all of them when the curse was on her, hell, she didn't even want to think about the amount of pain that they were going through—but the thought that there was doubt in Devin about her not remembering them was something that hurt more than anything. "You're my son, Devin, I'll always break through any spell to remember you."

"I know." Devin said.

The pair then fell into a silence, Camilla wanted to say something else but realised that there was nothing which came up in order for her to speak. She shook her head instead, she found herself looking sown at Finn who stayed asleep and something inside her told her that she needed to be the better version of herself because of him. She needed to be better for Finn. She needed to be better for Devin and Baz.

She looked back up and looked around for a moment though it was then that she caught sight of a bright light reaching up into the sky. She found herself stopping in her tracks to look at it, she was confused and wondered what it was and where it could have come from.

"Devin," Camilla said, cutting off anything that he was about to say, "do you see that?" She wasn't sure if it was her mind playing tricks on her as a whole.

"Yeah, I see it." Devin told. That was comforting enough for her to know that it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. At least she wasn't going crazy. "Do you think it's Zelena's?"

Camilla shrugged. "I'm not sure. Peter killed her." She really wasn't sure just as a whole, but she knew that the only way that they could stop Zelena was through her pendant. "Peter killed her," she repeated slowly, "which means that the pendant doesn't have a person linked to it anymore."

Devin gave her an odd look. "What do you mean?"

"Zelena's magic in her pendant was set free, it went to fulfil her last wish," Camilla explained.

Devin shook his head slightly. "I don't understand, surely the minute that Zelena died by Peter's hand, the magic would have gone rather than a few hours later."

Camilla felt sick. "I don't know, but it—" she shook her head, she really didn't know what was going on or not. "I need to call Peter."

Peter and Baz were in the park, after Camilla left and Devin followed after her, Peter needed some space away from everyone. He didn't know what was going on, normally, he'd be fine when it came to his Jade and her normal need for violence, but this felt different. He knew that it was different and there was a part of him which thought that there was a chance that he might not be able to help her just as a whole. He knew that he didn't have to help but it was his girl, his fiancé, and he wanted to do anything to help her but at the same time he felt as if there was something that he was missing.

He knew that he was overthinking all of this, but this was more different than what he ever expected. This was different than his time spent with her on Neverland before she was taken, this was different than this limited time that he had with her before she died. It's like that now she was back and since she gave birth, there was something off with her that he couldn't quite place as a whole. He wanted to talk to her about all of this but felt like that there was a chance that she wouldn't want to talk to him about anything.

Peter knew that there was a chance that he was being dramatic just as a whole and was overthinking about all of it, but he couldn't help himself. It was his Jade, whenever it came to her all he could do was overthink and it pained him knowing that there was something going on with her and that there was nothing that he could do to help. He knew that it was something basic, that he could just ask her what was going on, but he felt like that there was a chance that she would shut him out.

He knew that she was worried about being a mother to an actual baby, but he was here for her. This was their baby and the last thing that Peter would ever do is leave her. He would hate to just leave Jade and their son alone, he wouldn't want to abandon either of them, it would pain him more than anything else if he ever dared to leave either of them—or any of them.

"Peter," Baz said. "Peter!" He pulled on Peter's arm which snapped him out of his thoughts.

Peter looked at Baz. "What? What is it?"

Baz pointed at a light beam flickering in the sky. "What is that?"

Peter looked at the light with confusion. He didn't know what it was, but it made his stomach drop at what other dangers they could be in. He didn't want to think about what would come out of the light beam, but it took him a moment to realise that it might be something that he would need to prevent just as a whole.

"Come on," Peter said, finding himself walking towards it. "Might be something that needs to be put out."

The pair of them ran towards the light and there was a part of Peter which didn't want to believe that what he was seeing was true, but he knew that there was no point in trying to hide against something not being there, knowing that this town was like a nightmare when it came to bad things. Hell, since coming back to this town there was a part of him which just wanted to become the villain once more, at least then he wouldn't have to worry about listening to everyone's wining.

He wondered whether or not he was just being dramatic, but he knew that while he was a villain at least Camilla looked at him like he was her light. Of course, she still does, but there was a part of him which wondered whether or not Camilla liked him because of the entire "villain" tendencies and such. Not only that but although he knew that she agreed to marry him, there was a part of him which worried that there was a chance that he was going to lose Camilla because of the life that they now have.

Just as they about to reach the warehouse, it took Peter a moment to realise that this was the same warehouse that Zelena planned to do her spell. Which also meant that it was the time portal that opened and also meant that there were more issues which were bound to happen because of it. Peter didn't even know where to begin when it came to closing this kind of spell, hell he wasn't sure what to do just as a whole.

The one thing that he didn't expect to see was the way that Emma and Hook were coming towards the warehouse.

"Whatever's going on in there," Hook was saying, "it can't be good."

Hook and Emma looked surprised by the fact that both Baz and Peter was there and honestly, Peter was surprised to see the pair of them there as well.

"It's Zelena's time portal," Peter told them. Though it was obvious.

Emma nodded. "David left me a message." She looked towards Peter then. "They think that after you killed her, it triggered it."

Peter was beside Emma as she then tried to open the door but both Peter and Hook grabbed her arm to stop her. For a moment there was a part of Peter which panicked because he couldn't see Baz, but he relaxed when he took notice that the small boy was on the other side of Hook.

"Wait!" Hook said. "Let's get out of here."

Emma shook her head. "Not until we find a way to close it."

"Have you got your magic back?" Hook asked.

"No," Emma told. "But Pan has."

Hook just gave her a look like he was done with her shit. "Well then, you're not bloody well messing with any of this!" He quickly gave Peter a look. "He is. Let's go!" He went to drag Emma away and just as Peter was going to Baz, the door of the warehouse flung themselves open and Peter wasn't sure if it was the magic or if it was something else but the four of them fell and was dragged towards the portal.

Peter felt the way that the air left his lungs and he tried to grab hold of Baz, but he couldn't. He heard the way that Baz called for him and the way that Baz's eyes pleaded for help, he flet the way that he screamed for Baz as he disappeared into the portal and how the world around him vanished as he fell into the portal as well.

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Okay, so I had to spit this chapter in half because it was getting too long so the next part of this chapter and the rest of the episode will come out soon. Please be patient as I get the rest of the chapter done.