Summary: In a moment of desperation, Emma makes a deal with Pan to ensure Henry's safety. In exchange, she must stay in Neverland for the rest of her life. Now, she must adapt to her new surroundings and learn to cope with being alone again after being with her family for so long. She assumes she's being held as a victory trophy, but Pan has other ideas.

A/N: I just can't seem to stop posting stories :/

Okay, so I've been watching season 3 of OUAT on Netflix, and I absolutely love Pan and Emma. I still ship her with Gold and Hook, but man...I just loves me some Pemma! :3

I was disappointed to find that there were only a handful of fanfics for these two, so I decided to write my own (and I just KNOW I'm not alone on this pairing).

As always I hope you enjoy it, and don't hesitate to follow fave and review ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time.

Chapter One: Deal~

"These will be your sleeping quarters."

Emma followed hesitantly behind Felix, looking anxiously around her. After making the deal with Pan, she had been ordered to follow the Lost Boy to the hollow tree where she would spend the rest of her miserable eternity. Hangman's Tree, they'd called it.

How fitting, she mentally rolled her eyes.

She scanned the room.

It was unsurprisingly spacious, with tattered makeshift rugs and decorations and plenty of room to walk around and stretch one's legs. The entire inside of the tree had been carved, she realized, with the ceiling stopping a great many feet above her head.

A set of four bunk beds rested unoccupied at the far end of the room (which she found funny, since there were far more than four boys on this island) that had been chiseled out of the tree itself, along with a large table that sat permanently in its place on her far right, with tree stumps in place of proper seats.

Glass lamps that looked as though they had been taken from the 1800s were placed all along the walls, and as they bathed the inside of the tree with their warm antique light, Emma wondered just how long this place had been around.

Felix moved over to the bunk beds, standing beside the set closest to the table.

"This one's yours," he said coldly as he pointed to the bottom bunk, obviously enjoying this just as much as she was - not at all.

Emma slowly walked over to join him, stopping at what she decided was a safe distance from the hostile boy.

"Does everyone share these around here or something?" She asked sarcastically, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Hangman's Tree is reserved only for Pan's most loyal followers and special occasions," Felix replied, tone even colder than before. "Or I suppose in your case, untrustworthy prisoners."

And with that, he scowled and walked away, roughly brushing past her shoulder as he made his exit.

Emma sighed, relieved to be alone. She sat down on her bed, surprised to find there was plenty of room for her to sit up straight, even with the top bunk hanging ominously above her head.

At least she wouldn't develop a humpback from being hunched over like an old woman every morning for the rest of her days.

She pulled back the covers to her messily made bed and ran her fingertips over the smooth grooves in the wood. Children might be able to handle sleeping on hard surfaces, but she was going to have a rough next few hundred years of sleepless nights. She was sure of it.

"Like it?"

Emma's head snapped up and whirled around to face the source of the voice.

Pan.

Immediately she stood up from the bed, senses alert as she moved her hand behind her back to feel for a weapon that was no longer there. She had forgotten that it had been taken from her.

Pan chuckled from the doorway. "I see you're still adjusting to life without worry."

"The only thing I'm 'adjusting' to is life without my son," she bit back.

And a comfortable bed, she added mentally.

Pan smirked, launching himself off of the door frame he was leaning against and lazily making his way over to where she stood. Emma cautiously shifted her weight between her tired and aching feet, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of trouble.

"A deal's a deal, Emma. You know that." He said, changing direction and veering off to the side, causing Emma to do the same.

She cautiously moved backwards and away from the bunk beds, making sure to keep her eyes trained on Pan as he slowly advanced on her.

"Be that as it may," she said warily. "But don't expect me to become one of your Lost Girls."

She was past the table now, and they were still matching each other step for step. Pan smiled ruefully as he boredly hung his head and ran his index finger along the table's length before his arm fell back to his side again.

"Well, Emma, you'll be happy to hear that I have no intention of making you a Lost Girl."

Emma abruptly stopped, and so did he. With one sentence, the impish boy had thoroughly confused her. If he didn't want that, then why did he...?

"Then why do you want me here?" She asked, voicing her thoughts.

Pan smirked again, wide and malicious, and the dark glint that appeared in his eyes made Emma almost wish that she hadn't opened her mouth to begin with.

"You're the Savior, Emma," he said, holding his arms out as though it were obvious.

He was only a couple of feet away from her now, and the look on his face told her that she was supposed to be satisfied with this answer, her predicament.

For Emma, however, it wasn't nearly good enough. Not by a long shot.

"I think we both know that has almost nothing to do with it," she said brazenly, uncurling from her defensive position to stand at her full height. "You didn't have to offer that deal to me, didn't have to offer me anything. Why do you really want me here?"

It was true.

He had no obligation whatsoever to offer her a way out, let alone an escape from the hard road that she and the others had only just begun to tread in order to get Henry back. But for some reason - some twisted, unknown reason - he had. And she, in all her desperation and motherly instinct, had accepted.

And now she was stuck here with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.

If she were still the same person she had been eight months ago, she would have laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"Like I said, Emma," Pan smiled. "You've got fire. And I like fire."

Without warning he advanced on her, and in her panic she leapt back, shock jolting through her body as her head slammed into a wall she hadn't known was there. Pan's face was mere inches away from hers, and his cool breath and cocky expression fanned her face and engulfed her vision. Emma swallowed.

"I like it a lot."

A/N: So, I don't know how long Emma has actually spent in Storybrooke up until Season 3, but I figured 8 months sounded legitimate enough. If you know the exact amount of time regarding her stay, don't hesitate to let me know in a pm or review. I'll change it immediately.

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the story so far. As much as I love OUAT, I always shied away from writing anything for it because it's one of those shows where you can't just focus on any two characters without it affecting all the other characters. But with Neverland, I can do just that!

Again, please don't hesitate to review/fave/follow/whatever, because I love it X3

'Til next time!