Peter Pan Imagines

Anger management

Captain Pan Au I usually don't write these but here we go. Pan is still around 17 or 18. Punishment is involved in this. Killian finally teaches Pan how to behave.
Mr. Jones head of Storybrooke's Anger Management Company, always wanted to work with people. People who needed a little push with manners and good form. Most of his patients succeeded and others struggled. But there was one patient in particular that wrangled his chaps.

Peter Pan.. the boy who never wanted to grow up and Jones be damned if that kid never does. Mr. Jones clasped his fingers together placing them firmly in his lap and leaned in his office chair with a sigh. The footfalls coming from down the hallway haunting him, filling him with dread. He closed his eyes and awaited for the Devils spawn. It wasn't until he heard the cranking of the door handle and a deceiving innocent voice, did he open them.

"Hey Mr. Jones" the boy slipped through the door with a knife cutting grin and plopped in the chair in front of the man.

"What is it now Pan" Mr. Jones gives in and leans forward to fiddle with the files of papers on his desk. He briefly glanced at what the boy had been wearing and it looked at most uncomfortable. A pair of grey tight trousers and a forest green shirt with an intricate brown belt pulling it all together.

"Oh come now Mr. Jones can't your favorite patient come in and have a chat without there being something wrong?" The boy hummed and rested his head back against his hands and his boots planted firmly on the desk.

"Please. Call me Killian" the raven haired man says trying desperately to ignore the imps scrutinizing gaze.

"Alright. Killian, what are all these papers?" Pan questions making the man tense up and drop his pen.

"If you must know they're your paperwork I'm in the middle of your review for this week" Killian mutters picking his pen back.

The little imp leans his head back in laughter and kicks carelessly at the papers. "No need in that I'm sure I've done more than good this week have I not?"

Killian gasped and tried to gather the scattered parchments. "Pan!" He scowls.

"Is that anger I hear in your voice? Surely that's not good form" he hums with amusement now sitting upright watching the fuming man before him.

"Good form? What do you know of it mate" Killian swallows back the ire building within his body.

"Isn't that what you're here to teach me Killian" the boys voice became low dripping with promiscuity. His eyes suddenly darker than they were.

The man furrows his eyebrows and stands up and plants his hands firmly on the wooden desk and leans closer to the demon. "Get out"

Pan merely grins as if it were a challenge and he followed the man in a standing position. He leaned so close to Killian they shared the same breath. "No"

"I won't ask again mate unless you want to go back to your lonely pin in time out" Killian stood his ground.

The child became more petulant, "No! I'm done with this place and I certainly don't need a time out"

"You say you don't want to grow up and you're anger has gotten worse. I think it's time I treated you like the child brat you are" the man stated with a calm that irritated Pan further. "Come here" Killian instructs sitting back down in his chair.

"What?" Pan became hesitant and his hands remained resting on the desk in the same position.

"You heard me"

"No"

"No?" Killian stood up and grasped Pans arm yanking him around the desk and bringing him over his lap. Pan struggled and kicked in the mans strong grasp.