Third Person POV

Everything is silent. Everyone stares at the spot where the darkness swallowed Emma Swan and her daughter.

Hook rushes forward to see two daggers on the ground. One bearing the name Emma Swan, the other with the name Y/N Swan.

With trembling hands, Hook picks up both daggers, then turns to the people behind him.

"We need to go to the Crocodile."

*Time Skip* Pan's POV

"Well... we could try finding this Merlin, " Belle says. There are a few seconds of silence as every one looks at Rumplestiltskin. "Well, don't look at me. I can't do anything until I've completely healed," the Former Dark One holds his hands up in defense.

Hook opens his mouth to argue, but I beat him to it.

"No, you know what the real problem is?! You're a bloody coward!" I continue to scream at him, "No one ever loved you and no one ever will!" I scream my throat raw, while tears cascade down my cheeks. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" I scream one final time, acting exactly like the child I've always been, before turning and running out the door.

As I'm running into the darkness, I heard voices behind me and the pounding of feet. I simply run faster.

Back on Neverland, I was always the fastest. No one could catch me, not even with their arrows.

I speed up every time someone gets too close. I run and run and run, until I'm in the forest. I risk a glance behind me and trip over a log. I pull myself up and sit with my back against the log and my knees pulled up to my chest.

The words I had just uttered were still in my mind and my sore throat reminded me I had really said them. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" echoed through my head. I lift my face to the sky, not caring if anyone heard me. And I screamed. Long, loud, and horrible.

I screamed until I couldn't and put my face on my knees. A light rain had begun to fall and my screams rang in my ears. My throat hurt and I tried not to cry.

I'd always hated to cry. To show emotion. Crying was weakness, weakness was pain.

I'm jerked out of my thoughts when two arms wrap around me, lifting me up and onto the log. I stiffen, and refuse to move my hands from my face.

"Pan," Felix's voice surprises me.

"Go away," I whisper, trying to reign in my emotions.

"No," a new voice says, firmly.

"L-leave," I clear my throat, "Leave me alone." But my best friend and the son of the Savior remain on either side of me.

"Pan..." I hear Felix hesitate, "What happened back there?"

I shake my head, clutching my face. I hear a sigh from my left, from Henry, and my hands are suddenly yanked from my face as I'm forced to sit up straight.

I bite my lip, forcing back a sob, while I turn to face Henry. I try to fill my eyes with fire and glare at him, but to my horror, a tear slides down my cheek. Another follows it and my bottom lip is quivering while a small whimper slips past.

The next thing I know, Henry's wrapped his arms around me and is rubbing my back. Felix is behind me, one arm protectively around my waist, the other running a hand through my hair. And me? I'm sobbing my dark, little heart out into Henry's chest.

I cry for what feels like centuries, neither boys beside me moving. Finally, I'm calmed down to shaky breathing and a few stray tears.

"Why are you doing this for me?" I croak, sniffling.

"Because," I hear Henry's quiet voice above me, "Because we're family." His voice cracks and I realize he's crying too. Mere seconds later, I realize Felix is quietly sobbing into my hair.

Realization strikes me like a punch in the face. There are so many things I want to say but only have enough energy for one.

"Thank you," I say quietly, but clearly. I then slip off into a dreamless sleep.

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Heh, hi guys. I'm back! I know I sort of updated a couple things last night but this is a real update for you. I'm still in school right now and I'm actually writing this during an awards ceremony. One thing I thought I'd bring up is: I need a cover for this book and if enough people would like to make one I will end up holding a contest. But I'll have to have at least five people tell me they want to make a cover before I announce a contest. I also need a cover for TFT (Tradition for Trouble) and that might end up turning into a contest as well. I have a feeling spazfordun would like to make a cover but if any of the rest of you would like to, let me know and I'll set up a contest and awards system. I think those are the only things as of right now, but I'll probably update something and put in an author's note. Have a nice day/night, wherever you may be at the moment, Oreos.
-Serena