Peter's Favorite- a OUAT fanfic

Chapter Nine- The Blast From the Past

After just a few minutes of speaking with the man, he was convinced of this "home base" story and was ready to join.

"Here's what I want you to do," I said, writing down the number to the same cheap phone. "I want you to call this number for details. But what your basically going to be doing is teaming up with another woman, Tamara. And the ultimate goal is to go to one of the biggest sources of magic in this world... Have you ever heard of Storybrook?"

He tensed up at the sound of the town. "...yes," he answered. His tone sounded angry, full of hatred.

"Well then this next part should be a piece of cake."

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I stepped out of the building and began walking down the street. Looking far off I could remember in my head where I used to run off to- the bookstore, only a few blocks from here. I decided to visit. Why not, right?

I began walking towards the bookstore quickly. My breathing quickened as my surroundings became more familiar, but I tried to push it off. I kept walking, but something felt not right. I became nervous quickly, and it felt as though I was about to throw up, even though there was no reason to be nervous. No one would remember me, obviously.

I heard footsteps behind me, but I was afraid to turn around. Then I heard a gasp.

"Li... ly?"

I stopped. I hadn't been called just "Lily" in over a year. I felt nauseous.

"Lily..." I heard a sob behind me. I turned around. My eyes began to tear up.

Quinn.

I wanted to run but I couldn't, not when I saw the hurt that sat in her eyes.

"Is that... Really you?"

I opened my mouth to speak but I didn't know what to say. I just nodded.

She ran into me and pulled me into a hug. I was caught by surprise but I slowly wrapped my arms back around her. She cried into my shirt.

"I thought... I'd never... see you... again..."

"Quinn..." I began, but what could I possibly say to her? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Now you can come back!" She exclaimed. "Everyone- the kids- they'll be so happy to see you! We can-"

I cut her off. "Quinn," I said, "I want you to have something." The words sounded abrupt and harsh.

She looked into my eyes. "What?"

"I need you to trust me on my next words, because if you don't it'll sound like I'm crazy."

She nodded.

"Remember when the kids would read Peter Pan to each other, and they would talk about the island, with the pixie dust?"

She nodded again.

"Well... You'll think I'm crazy but... I went there. I was there for the year i was gone."

Her eyes were wide, but she trusted me more than anything and she believed me. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

"So... I want you to have this and to never ever use it unless it's for an emergency, and more importantly, never give it to anyone."

I took out a small vial on a string, filled with pixie dust. I put it around her neck and it kept glowing.

I smiled. "I knew you would believe me," I beamed. Looking around, just to make sure, I saw no one was around us. I sprinkled a bit on myself.

"So you can come back now?" She said, full of joy.

My smile faltered and she saw it.

Her eyes began tearing up again. "You... you..."

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I really, really am."

And then I shot back up, into the air. I landed on a roof and sat so she couldn't see me.

She looked for me in the sky, her eyes filled with wonder and hurt. She looked back down at the little vial around her neck. She ripped it off and stared at it, and i saw it slowly stopped glowing. The string hung beneath her fingers as she fell on the sidewalk and burst into tears.

I flew away. If I said i wasn't crying too I'd be lying.