Wildest Dreams - Peter Pan OUAT

3x04 - Nasty Habits

          Third Person's POV

               Deep in the dark jungle of Neverland, trees rustle with the wind and animals scurry among the ground. The wind howls through the night and the moon shines down on two people wandering the treacherous jungle. "Feels like just yesterday I welcomed you to Neverland the first time, Baelfire. Gotta say, hoped I'd never see you again." Felix sneered at the man trudging along in front of him. "Maybe Pan shouldn't have taken my son." Neal said slowly rubbing his rope-bounded wrists together. 

               "Maybe you should've left well enough alone." The tall blonde responded, tightening his grip on his club that he had slung over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get him back." Neal snapped, glancing back at the Lost Boy. "You really believe that? You were a Lost boy, you know Peter Pan's not to be trifled with. You know how long he's been searching for the Heart of the Truest Believer. Do you really believe that he'll just give him up?" Felix scoffs at the older man. 

               "Maybe, if I ask nicely." Neal mumbles. Felix scoffs and lets out a low chuckle. "You may have grown up Baelfire, but it would appear that you have grown up stupid." Felix laughs, while making his way next to Neal. Neal starts slowly unwinding his hands from the rope that the Lost Boy tied around his wrists, able to loosen the rope. "I have grown up. I don't know if I'm stupid or not, but I do know that I know how to tie an overhand knot." Neal swings his arms backwards, connecting his fists with Felix's face causing the Lost Boy to tumble to the ground; knocked out cold. Neal rips the rope off of his wrists and takes off his jacket, "Not a boy anymore, Felix. I sure as hell ain't lost." Neal throws his jacket on top of the unconscious boy and then takes off into the dark jungle.  

               Back in the lighter side of Neverland, the members of Storybrook gather around the Savior as she holds a map of the island. "This is where they're keeping Henry. Pan's compound." According to, uh..." Emma trails off glancing at the shorter blonde next to her. "Tinker Bell." The fairy states, looking around at the people in front of her. Emma nods her head slowly, "Yes, I know. Still weird to say." She mutters, remembering she is standing next to a real fairy. "Tink is fine." Emma shakes her head and grips onto the map. "Not sure that's any better. Anyway, she says that there are sentries positioned across the front, which is why we are gonna come in through the back entrance here." Emma points to a small black 'X' located on the map. "She's gonna talk her way in. Once she makes sure the coast is clear, then we are going to sneak on in." 

               "You'll still have to deal with any Lost Boys once you're inside." Tink chimes in. "I think we can handle a few children with pointy sticks." Regina sneers, rolling her eyes. "It's not the sticks you need to worry about. It's the poison they're dipped in." Tink says, squinting her eyes at the Evil Queen. Mary Margret nods, "Dreamshade. Hook warned us." "Good, cause one nick and you'll spend the last of--" "Poison sticks equal death. We got it. Now when can we put this rescue mission into action?" David cuts off the fairy. He anxiously rubs his forehead. His thoughts bring him back to the girl -- who may or may not be his second daughter -- he cut with an arrow covered in dreamshade and how she could possibly be dead because of him. "I'm ready to go, just as soon as you tell me the exit plan. You do have an escape plan... Don't you?" Tink asks, wide eyes staring at the adults whom avoid her eyes. "It's... It's more of  last-minute trip." Emma says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "If you don't have a way off of this island, then none of this matters!" Tink shouts, flabbergasted from the lack of readiness of these people. Regina rubs her forehead, "We'll figure it out."