Felix x Reader (From Once Upon a Time)

Chapter 2

Y/n's Point of View

With a loud ZAP, Henry, Tamara, Greg, and I plummeted from the sky, crashing onto wet sand.

Groans of pain echoed around me.

"Ouch," I mumbled, pushing myself off the gritty ground, my arm sore from the impact. I sat up slowly, brushing damp sand from my face and arms.

Henry was the first to scramble upright and made a break for it.

"Nuh uh uh. Slow down, pal," Greg snapped, catching Henry by the wrist—his hands were still tied. Henry tried to wiggle free, eventually breaking away and stumbling backward. I, on the other hand, remained half-buried in the sand, still dazed.

So much for protecting Henry, I thought bitterly, rolling my eyes.

"We made it," Tamara sighed in relief. "Mission accomplished."

"What the heck just happened?" I muttered, disoriented, finally standing up. My legs were wobbly, and I didn't quite stick the landing. I dusted off my legs and tried to look like I hadn't just fallen from the sky. Everyone stared at me like I'd dropped out of nowhere. (Which I guess, technically, I had.)

"Y/n!" Henry cried, tearing himself free from Greg again and running straight into my arms.

I knelt to hug him tightly. "Henry, are you okay?" I asked, scanning him for injuries.

"I'm fine, Y/n," he replied.

I took a proper look around. We were surrounded by dense, endless jungle. Trees towered over us, the forest dark and damp. I blinked. Why the hell did Tamara and Greg bring us to an island?

"Where the heck are we?" I demanded, holding Henry close.

"She came with us?" Tamara snapped, only now noticing me.

"I have no idea how," Greg muttered with a shrug.

"And what 'mission' are you talking about?" I added, voice sharp. No way was anyone laying a hand on Henry while I was breathing.

"Answer me!" I shouted. "Where are we?"

Greg smirked. "Take a look around. We're a long way from Storybrooke."

"No dip, Sherlock," I muttered, unamused.

"It doesn't matter," Henry said defiantly. "My family's been to the Enchanted Forest before. They'll find us."

"Well, we're not in the Enchanted Forest," Tamara replied with a laugh. "This is Neverland."

My heart sank.

I took in our surroundings again—and now it made sense. The thick trees, the humid air, the eerie quiet. My dad had brought his crew here a few times. I'd never been allowed off the ship. He always said it was too dangerous—something about evil mermaids and boys who never aged.

"Neverland?" Henry echoed. "You're here to destroy Neverland?"

"It's the motherlode of magic," Tamara said simply. She turned to Greg. "Where's the communicator? We need to contact the Home Office."

Greg pulled a sleek walkie-talkie from his pack and handed it to her. I tensed. I didn't like the idea of a "home office" being in on this—whatever this was. I reached for my belt, patting it quickly.

No sword.

Seriously? I thought. It must've slipped out during the portal jump. I scanned the sand around us.

"An office in the jungle?" Henry asked. "Who works there?"

"Who we work for is none of your concern, kid," Greg snapped. "They take care of us."