Emma's P.O.V.

The silence was deafening, and I just knew Pan must have something planned. Suddenly I heard something coming from the bushes, but it silenced again in less than a second.

"Did you guys hear that?" I asked nervously, unsure of what I really wanted their reply to be.

"The mumble and rustles? Yeah I heard it," replied Hook, "This doesn't look good, be on guard."

After less than a minute we heard it again, only this time it was clear enough to tell that there was definitely someone there, but the speech was too muffled to translate. Then, all of a sudden Anna screamed from the trees "Pan's going to attack!" and we all drew our weapons on guard.

Pan stepped out from the trees, dragging a helpless-but-pissed-off looking Anna along side him. "So great to see you again," he said, his smug face widening into a grin, "This time I won't be so easy on you..."

"Let go of her!" I yelled at him. Now I knew how I really felt - I was going to save Henry and Anna, no matter what. Pan pushed Anna towards us, and she quickly darted to join the group.

"Anna are you okay?!" asked Mary-Margaret anxiously, examining her head for wounds, but there didn't seem to be any.

"I'm fine, Pan gave me this magical water stuff and it healed," she replied.

"What? Anna you shouldn't trust him! What if it was poisoned?!"

"It wasn't. I know that water, it's safe - as long as your injury wasn't fatal..." said Hook.

"It wasn't, just a cut on my head that's all. Don't worry, I know the consequences." said Anna, reassuring herself, "But... I couldn't find Henry, I'm sorry..."

Snow rested her hand on Anna's shoulder, "That's not your fault Anna, trust me."

"While this little reunion is heart-warming, you must remember I still have Henry," interupted Pan.

"Where is he?!" said Regina sternly, brining up fire in her hand. I keep forgeting that she's Henry's mother too.

"Oh he's perfectly fine, just napping." said Pan, "but you won't be," and just like that the lost boys surrounded him, looking a lot more prepared than last time.

"Come on boys," he grinned, "Let's play."

***

Anna's P.O.V.

Arrows began to fly and we were charged at in all directions by swords. Pan was telling the truth, he wasn't going to let us off this time. The whole group charged at the boys and attacked them, which was when I realised I was completely unarmed.

"Hey Anna, catch!" shouted Hook, throwing me a dagger, "It's not much but at least it's something!"

I briefly nodded at him to say thanks, then charged at one of the boys to attack. Just as I was about to stab someone's arm (I didn't really want to kill any of them) I was pulled aside. Of course, it was Peter Pan.

"Not so fast Anna. I've been watching your fighting skills, and they are impressive. It would be an honor to be the one to kill you," he hissed at me, raising his sword.

"Your words mean nothing to me Pan, but I must say, it's not at all honorable to beat me when you have the advantage," I said, nodding towards his sword.

"Well maybe you should've thought about that when you were free to wander around my camp," he grinned, pointing towards the pile of weapons to the edge of his fire. God I was stupid.

"Alright then, Pan. Go ahead and kill me," I said confidently. The one thing I wasn't going to do in this situation was weaken.

"With pleasure," he grinned, slashing his sword at my face. I dodged it narrowly, then took a few steps backwards away from him. In self-defence they always taught you to never turn your back on an enemy, and I certainly wasn't going to do that on someone who could teleport, or whatever he could do.

I threw my dagger at him, which was a stupid move, because he caught it easily and chucked it to the side. "Oh give me a break," I mumbled to myself.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" he said, lowering his sword, "Get with it Anna, you're pathetic."

Pathetic. The word which I truly despised. The word which I was tormented with by the hypocrites at school. The word I feared. Pan could see that it got to me, and grinned an evil grin. I turned my back and ran for it.

I actually though I was going to make it. I'd escaped his camp and I was in the forest, winding in and out of the trees, and desperately trying not to trip up. Then it occured to me that Pan might be just playing, and that he could stop me at any time he wanted. Like cat and mouse...

Stopping, I turned around to see him behind me, almost laughing. "Oh Anna, has it finally dawned on you? No matter how much you run. No matter how much you try to hide, you'll never escape." and with that he disappeared and reappeared right up close to my face, his sword pressed against my neck. He had me cornered against a tree. I was dead.

"I don't understand..." I whispered.

"Don't understand what?" he scoffed.

"Why you were so concerned about me before..." then it hit me. "You just wanted to kill me yourself, didn't you?"

"You're not that special Anna," he said, but it seemed his eyes were slightly off mine, as if he couldn't meet my gaze.

"I know that," I said, suddenly angry. "I'm not special at all! I've never been told any different! You know, the reason I was so confuse at your kindness act was because I've never experienced any emotion other than anger, loneliness, torture!" I shouted at him.

"Sadness?" he asked, slightly -very slightly - loosening to force he was putting on the sword.

"No... sadness isn't one of them..." I said quietly. "I don't cry. Never have. Sadness is for those who feel sorry for themselves."

He looked up so his eyes met mine, but didn't move the blade away from my neck. "Why?" he asked simply.

"It's a long story-"

"I've got time," he said, pushing the blade against my neck a little more, "I've got all the time in the world..."