Pan/Emma

I couldn't help but watch her as she stood with her back towards him. So this was the girl? The Savior? He couldn't help but smile, he blonde hair had fallen behind her when she ran over to the place where they were now. He knew he was supposed to announce his presence but he couldn't help himself. She was beautiful, a warrior full of beauty and compassion. A lost girl in his land. He crossed his arms and leaned against the tree behind him. She would fit perfectly in with him here, he wanted to possess this one too.

The crying that she followed was nothing new to him, he'd heard it every night since he first came to neverland. And that was some time ago. He let his arms fall to his sides, "Can you hear that too?" He finally asked, she turned around with a surprised gasp, sword pointing towards him. "You're Emma, right?" He asked, looking intrigued. "I wonder why they can't hear the crying." Pan said as he took a step towards her. Emma's eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?" Pan stopped for a second before answering,
"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" He licked his lips and a small smile played on his lips, "I'm Peter, Peter Pan." Before he had time to react she threw herself at him with the sword at his throat. His back was pushed up towards the tree and he couldn't help but fall for the beastly woman in front of him. "Where's Henry?" Pan breathed heavily and the playful smile was there again,
"You've got fire, I like fire." He leaned forward to inhale her sent but she pushed the blade harder against his throat. "Where's my son?!" Her face came close to his and he felt the need to taste her lips but held his thoughts to himself.
"Henry's still alive if that's what your worried about." He actually felt offended that she would assume that he would hurt her son, but what could he expect. She hung out with the pirate he had always hated.

"Why the hell did you take him?" He looked up into her eyes and kept a playful smile on his lips.
"He's a very special boy, Emma." And you're a very special girl, he thought.
"I know, but that doesn't answer my question. What do you want with him?" He could feel her restlessness through the sword and the way she couldn't quite keep her feet still, and he loved it. She would make a perfect lost girl.
"I came here to see who I was up against," He rolled his eyes, "The Savior. I've got to say I'm not disappointed." She blinked as if realizing that it was only her 'title' that he disliked.
"What are you going to say now? Are you going to tell me that I'll never see Henry again?" Pan's brows wrinkled in shock but he kept his calm.
"No! I'm going to help you find him, I'll give you a map." Emma dropped the blade to her side and Peter reached inside his inner breast pocket and fetched a paper scroll. "A map that will lead you straight to your son." He handed the parchment to her and she accepted it.
"If this is some kind of trap," Peter shook his head slowly,
"I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island but I always keep my promises. The path to finding Henry is on this parchment."
"Why are you giving it to me?" He shrugged slightly before answering her question.
"I'ts not about finding Henry, it's about how you find him. And Emma, you're the only one who can." Emma nodded and opened the parchment, her eyes searching for anything.
"I'ts blank." Pan smiled at his own little mind game. He loved playing with people, and especially those whom he liked.
"You'll only be able to read that map when you stop denying who you really are." He said, Emma looked down at the map again but still found nothing and when she looked up, Pan was gone.

He sat in the tree above her with his heart beating fast. He hadn't felt like this since he first met Wendy a hundred years ago, but she had turned out to be such a girl, always talking about growing up and wanting a family, marriage. And Peter would not be anyone's husband, especially not some silly girls. But this woman, Emma ,this savior. She seemed to have no such fantasies. She was a lost girl with a cause. Which made her dangerous and ravishing. And Peter knew that what he was feeling now was the one thing that he had never wanted to admit.

"Peter, what are your real feelings?" Wendy asked as she slowly drifted towards the ground.
"Feelings?" Peter asked confused.

"What do you feel? Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy?" Peter wrinkled his eyesbrows.
"Jealousy? Tink!" He said and backed away from Wendy.

"Anger?" He grabbed for his knife and looked around in the woods.

"Anger? Hook!" He slashed the air once before putting the knife back.
"Love?" She looked at him with sad eyes,

"Love?" He said, sounding scared.

"Love." Wendy said flatly.

"I have never heard of it." Peter said and turned away from the one girl he felt something real for.
"I think you have, Peter. I daresay you've felt it yourself. For something… or someone." Wendy said, looking full of hope.

"Never. Even the sound of it offends me." He answered with disgust in his voice.