Believer || OUAT Peter Pan x OC

Chapter 3; Taken

(A/N - ~~~ signals scene change, so like at a place Elena isn't at but is being talked about, idk 😂 then the same when it's finished)

Felix led Elena to Henry while Pan went off into the jungle to attend to something. Elena didn't trust him one bit, and didn't like the situation she was in - but right now, all she wanted was to see Henry himself. Then at least they'd have each other. At that point, they could try to escape and find a way to get back to Emma.

"Elena!"

Elena sighed in relief and hugged Henry tightly, Felix observing from a distance as Henry clung to her, eventually letting go to ask questions.

"Where's Emma? What are you doing here alone? Did you get taken too?"

"No," Elena shook her head, sitting beside him and leaning on a tree, "Rumple took me. Hook helped us all by giving us a magic bean, and Rumple took me to teleport here. He healed Demara," she recalled, shuddering at the vivid memory, "only to crush her heart afterwards."

Henry looked up at her in shock. "That's awful!"

"It was," Elena agreed, "but your mum and the others - they're all coming! They're coming to save us. We just need to stick together. I don't trust Pan or anyone else in this place."

"He pretended to be a runaway Lost Boy," Henry informed her, "that's who these boys are, by the way. Then he mentioned something about me proving that I had the Heart of the Truest Believer, and took me here."

"Don't worry," Elena said with a slight smile, "I'm here now. I won't let anyone do anything that puts you in danger, okay?" She looked up, her smile falling as she noticed Peter Pan come back and approach Felix. "Especially not him."

Henry edged nearer to her, watching the Lost Boys talk and mess about. One of them sat opposite, looking Elena up and down judgementally as she glared.

"What?" She snapped.

"Are you siblings or something? Girls don't come to Neverland."

Elena scoffed in disbelief. "Great. Shady island filled with sexist boys. Worst day ever."

~~~

Emma's brows furrowed as she sat up with a start, the sound of distant crying not ceasing. Regina, Snow, Charming and Hook were all sleeping, seemingly oblivious to the noise. Grabbing and unsheathing her sword she stood up, looking to where Snow White and her Charming lay beside each other, sound asleep.

"Guys, wake up!" It was a weak call at the least, but Emma decided against further efforts, heading into the jungle alone warily to inspect. Her steps were careful and steady as she looked around, trying to find the source of the sound - to no avail.

"You hear that too?"

Emma gasped in alarm and spun around, her sword raised to the boy she laid her eyes on behind her, leaning against a tree observantly, with light brown, tuft hair and green eyes, a look of interest on his face. Emma stared at him for a moment in uncertainty, before he continued.

"You're Emma, right? I wonder why they can't hear the crying?"

"Who are you?" Emma asked in apprehension, her sword still up in defence.

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" He smiled, smug confidence in his eyes. "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."

Emma shoved Pan up to a tree with no hesitation straight after his response, her sword pressed against his neck. Peter, however, was amused and looked at her in anticipation.

"Where's Henry?"

"You've got fire," Pan told her with a smirk, "I like fire. You remind me of Elena."