The Jewel of Neverland

Chapter 20

Third Person P.O.V

The dark Neverland waves crashed ahead of them. Regina dug her heels into the sand while Rumpelstilskin sat calmly with his hands wrapped around his cane, starring into the abyss. They were sitting several feet apart on Neverland's shores, waiting in a somewhat awkward silence for the mermaid, Ariel, to return with Pandora's Box. Pan didn't know of their plan and they hoped to keep it that way.

"Given up already?" Peter's voice taunted them as he stepped out from the forest behind them. The two adults got to their feet immediately, looking as though they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't. It made him wonder what they were up to and his eyes scanned the empty horizon.

"I admit," he continued as he walked closer. "I expected a better fight from the Dark One and the Evil Queen."

"What do you want?" Gold hissed through his teeth.

Peter smiled impishly. "I'm only doing you a favor. I just thought Regina would like to know that her sister is safe."

Regina's brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I know she is safe. She's with Mary Margaret and the rest of them."

He raised his eyebrows, looking mockingly serious. "Tell me, Regina, how well does one hold liquor in your family? She's a bit of a lightweight, you see."

"You got her drunk?" In a single moment, Regina became the perfect picture of fury. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Peter put a hand on his heart, pretending to look offended. "I did nothing of the sort. A certain captain was the one who handed her the bottle and told her to drink to her poor broken heart's content."

"Where is she now?" Gold asked harshly, for Regina looked too enraged to be able to speak. Sparks were flickering in her hands as the anger boiled over. Not that she'd ever get close enough to hurt him.

"Amy ran straight back to me, of course." He smirked. "You shouldn't blame her though. It's a good thing. Otherwise, Emma and the others would probably be burying her dead body by now."

He ignored the small ache in his chest that had bloomed as the idea of Amy being dead crossed his mind. He refocused his attention to Regina.

"I'll be going then," Peter turned back towards the forest.

But he paused, and turned back to the two of them, looking pleased. "Huh," He pondered, his eyebrow raising, " First Baelfire, then Henry, and now dear Amy. Personally, I don't think any of you are fit to be parents. That explains why they've all come to me, I suppose." He shrugged.

Peter turned, and disappeared into the thick Neverland forest. He left them on the beach, Regina's eyebrows furrowed and her hands twitched angrily, begging to unleash dark magic, while Rumpelstiltskin stared coldly, gripping his cane.

Amy's P.O.V

My eyes were heavy in their sockets as my mind climbed back into consciousness. The familiar smell of Peter's dugout engulfed me and slowly, I realized where I was sleeping. How did I get here? Where was Peter?

Then, the events of the previous day began to slowly trickle back into my mind. Like a gentle rain that slowly grows into a storm.

"No," I whispered, wincing from the pain in my head as I sat up. "Oh gosh, no."

My fingers gripped the blanket as I recalled how I'd confessed my feelings for Peter. My cheeks burned red hot and I wanted to fold in on myself. How had Peter reacted? What did he think of me now? I could hardly remember. But I did remember being thrown over Hook's shoulder like a ragdoll and falling to the ground multiple times. I laughed into my hand out of embarrassment.