Welcome To Storybrooke ✓ [OUAT Peter Pan x Reader]

I'll Find Him, I Know I Will

YOUR POV

Neal, Hook, Tinkerbell, David all went to get the Black Fairy's wand and try to capture Pan's shadow in the process.

I went back to the Sheriff's Station to check on Peter while Belle, Emma, Mr. Gold, Mary Margaret, and my mom took Henry to Mr. Gold's shop to try to get him and Piper yo switch bodies again.

The sooner the better actually.

I was not used to this kind of Henry at all.

When we parted ways, I ran down the streets avoiding pedestrians and turning corners of some of the buildings.

I took a shortcut through an alley and once I bursted on the other side, I ran across the street and to the Sheriff's Station.

I pushed through the station's doors, eager to see Peter again and tell him I'm sorry for the way I acted.

I pushed through the last set of doors and switched on the lights. I was shocked to see what was before me.

A lump got caught in my throat.

I had to blink a few times to make sure that I wasn't dreaming or seeing things.

But the scene in front of me didn't change. I needed to accept it.

Peter was gone.

I'll give you a few spaces to let that sink in. Just keep scrolling when you're ready.

I bet you're already ready. Just scroll a little more.

I approached the cell he was in. The cell door was still locked, and I saw the oddest thing yet.

The magic cuff was on the ground.

The cell keys were with Emma so I used my magic to unlock the door. It swung open with a low creak and I stepped inside.

What could have happened to him? I knew he couldn't have just taken the cuff off by himself, it was enchanted.

Enchanted to work. Even for him.

I sat on the hard mattress. It was still a bit warm, which means Peter hadn't disappeared that long ago.

I held my hands up slightly and closed my eyes.

I was trying to teleport, a spell I hadn't used in a long time.

A spell that got me into this little mess.

But I wasn't trying to teleport to a place, I was teleporting to a specific time.

Time travelling, basically.

Suddenly, my hands started to burn.

Was it supposed to feel like that? I had no idea.

My hands started to hurt really bad, like it was having a second degree burn. The pain was unbearable

I quickly lowered my hands and opened my eyes, stopping the spell.

This cell had magic. I could feel it. The magic was preventing me from time travelling.

It was practically hopeless to know where he had gone.

I sighed, stood up and reached for the cuff on the cold, hard, stone ground.

I left the Sheriff's Station with my head hung low in defeat and trudged to Mr. Gold's shop.

I pushed through the doors, ringing the small bell that hung over the door, not acknowledging the sign that said 'closed'. It was an important matter anyway.

I pushed the bead curtains out of the way and into Mr. Gold's main workplace. It was a very restricted area.

"Hey....where's Peter?" Mary Margaret suddenly took notice.

"He...." I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Is he mad at you? You could tell me anything, I'm here for you." She told me reassuringly.

I took a deep breath.

"Peter's gone." I said, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"He's what?" Emma asked, not believing what her ears were hearing.

"Gone." I repeated.

"Where on Earth could he have gone?" My mom asked as she held Henry's hand in hers.

"I don't know, but he couldn't have gone far." I replied. "No one not even he, can leave Storybrooke. I'm going to look for him, and I'll find him. I know I will."

And without another word, I went out of the shop and started to roam the streets and alleys of Storybrooke.

I asked a few familiar faces if they knew or have seen Peter around, but none of them could answer my questions.

I went from shop after shop after shop, visited the library, walked a few feet deep into the forest, even payed the town line a visit, but still no Peter.