A Diner At One A.M

This is my second Once Upon a Time Story! DarlingPan is my absolute OTP! Has been for a long long time. This is just a simple one shot, and I don't own the characters, or series! Enjoy!

Anything outside of Neverland was new to Wendy, everything and anything had a feeling of just being discovered, because for her, for the time that had passed, everything was new. It had been too much to come back to Storybrooke, and even with her brother's help, everything was much too different. It made her heart hurt, and her head throb even thinking about understanding. Especially because with that understanding, and that knowledge it meant that she was without her captor, the only person whom she had grown to rely on. Nightmares came easily for her, even though she was assured that she would begin to dream of different things, the promise from her brother Michael had not really had the same punch as the same words from another's lips.

These nightmares had become such a habit that in the sparkling night, under the stars, Wendy would leave the sanctity of her home, the little house she shared with her brother and she'd go somewhere warm. It was habit now, and she was thankful that Ruby had become accustomed to her, and her evening visits, Wendy knew how to lock up Granny's Diner and made sure things were straight when she left near dawn to crawl back into her bed and sleep in the light of day where she found the nightmares were scarce.

This may not have been a diner in the middle of nowhere, where anything could happen at one am, while you're eating cherry pie and listening to a man name Phil talk to his pal Chet about their rig, no this was Granny's, familiar and warm. It was however, one am and no sound had alerted Wendy to what was about to happen next. Cup of hot chocolate between both hands, there was a shift of movement to her right, and when she raised her head the shock of electricity that ran through her caused the thin hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up, and the delicately freckled pale flesh of her arms to rise into thousands of tiny dots. It was impossible, but her own blue eyes were registering the sight before her.

"Tsk Tsk, Wendy-Bird, making me come looking for you," his voice wasn't harsh or biting, but it was telling, a twitch of anger trembled there.

Blue eyes met green, and Wendy watched as a grin rose to his lips, the same lips that had once been the cause of bruises all over her body. She couldn't read his expression, and it brought a wash of dizziness over her. She needed to hold onto something, or else she'd fall and as she began to teeter backwards off the small red stool, she felt her fingers give catch to something too familiar, too real to be imagined, his tunic, then as the black took over her whole being, she could have sworn she'd heard his laugh, youthful and present. She supposed, when she would look back on it later, everyone was right, Pan never fails, and her freedom, would have been his most biting failure.