Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 19: Too many lies

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Thanks for reading.
I'm so sorry about the wait- I've been having too revise for exams! They're almost over now, so I should be able to update more frequently now.
It was so sad writing that chapter about Baelfire and Rumple, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Tiger Lily.
On a more pleasant note, this chapter is much more thrilling because we start to uncover some of Pan's lies about Rumple finally!
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Annabelle_the_reader
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From the moment I see him, I know it is my son. I instantly become breathless, flooded by emotion. I hadn't seen him for centuries, and now I couldn't believe he was finally here before me, like I never really left.

It didn't feel real. It felt so hard that for centuries my son had been alive and I didn't even know it. In fact, if he had come with Hook, he could have been here for days without me knowing it.

I sat there and watched, because that's all I could do. Pan would be furious if he realised I know about our son, grandson and great-grandson. God, that made me feel old.

Peter sighed. 'You can't see the future here. It's impossible to see the future in a place where time stands still.' Rumple jumped, but glared at Pan with all the vigour he could possibly muster.

When I realise that Pan knew that Rumple was still alive all along, what little of my heart that didn't break when Peter Pan killed everything I cared about now shatters.

I didn't feel proper, like I had wanted Hook to be lying as soon as he told me about Rumple. I couldn't trust anything anyone said. The ground I walked on was fragile, darkened and silent. My eyes glanced over to Pan, his eyes were cold. I held my breath, not wanting to lose him. It was like Pan was haunting me, even when he wasn't with me, I could feel him and I couldn't breathe.

'I may not see the future here, but I can still make one up.' Rumple replied angrily.

Peter Pan's eyes widened, with a mixture of anger and amusement. 'Was that a threat?' He stifled a laugh. 'And here I made you your favourite breakfast: eggs in a basket.' Rumple's eyes followed his hands to the pan, where the eggs were sizzling. My heart skipped a beat; memories of cooking that dish on special occasions (birthdays, Christmas, good grades, the day before I left) flooding back to me. 'Thought you could use it, you look a little down in the dumps.'

'I'm fine.' Rumple seethed.

'Sure you are, Rumple. You lost your son, Neal, again.' Peter Pan chuckled, like this was some kind of game to him. I bit my lip to stop myself attacking Peter, suddenly seeing him the way his enemies did. 'And Henry's unattainable because, well, you'd have to go through me. And we both know you can't.' Peter Pan reached down to grab one of the eggs. 'Still like the yolk runny do you?' Rumple took a step backwards, not trusting his Father.

'What do you want?'

'Alright, if you won't eat then I will.' He shrugged, taking a bite and looking unimpressed at his son, as if he could possibly understand his Father. 'I'm just trying to point out the silver lining in your cloudy life.'

'What? By killing you all our troubles end?' I almost screamed out in terror, clutching my dress until my knuckles turned white.

That was what Rumple intended to do, kill my husband and his own Father? Panic rose inside of me, my body split between my care for my son and my love for Pan. I suddenly pitied my son more than ever, that he hated his own father so much and I wasn't even there to help him because I had left to protect him.

Peter laughed, before his face fell. 'We both know that's not going to happen. Because the only way to do that is for you to die too. You can go, leave the island.' Peter suggested, but my heart stopped beating. I wouldn't just lose Peter, I'd lose my son again, before I even knew him. I winced with the fear and the pain of it all.