The Road to Recovery (Panlix fic)

Part One

Yoo..so I started writing this thing…..it might be a bit ooc and not very good because I’ve never written anything for OUAT but I recently started s3 and ship Panlix so much so...yeah…..lol sorry its bad

 

   “I still don’t understand why we didn’t just kill him when we had the chance.” Emma huffed, glaring over at the blond boy sitting alone at a booth.

“Emma!” Snow chastised, “We don’t kill people! No matter what they do.”

Emma shot her mother a look, then turned back to her coffee. “Well some people deserve it.”

Snow sighed and looked back at the boy they were discussing. He sat alone, hunched over a piece of paper scribbling. Everyone in Granny’s were pointedly avoiding him. It had been about two weeks since he had almost cursed the town and was striped of his magic. “He just looks so lonely.”

“Good! He almost killed Henry! Snow, you have to remember hes centuries old, older than you! Despite how he appears, he's not a little boy. Now I gotta go, picking Henry up from the park.” She stood up, grabbing her coat and keys.

“Oh give him a hug for me!” She called after her daughter. She glanced at the clock behind the counter and realized she should probably be going too. On her way out, she shot one last look back at Peter and sighed. There must be some good in him if he refused to cast that spell.

 

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    “Where are you going?”

Snow jumped and turned around to see David, emerging from their room. “Oh, David, you scared me! I’m just going out.”

“Whos the basket for?” He asked, motioning towards the wicker basket of muffins she was trying to conceal behind her.

“Ummmm….Peter?”
“Snow! Are you crazy! That boys mad! Theres a reason people avoid him! Even with out his magic he’s dangerous and unpleasant.”

“David! Thats not true! There must be some good in him!” She looked exasperated.

He sighed and walked over, kissing her forehead. “You always try and find the good in people, Snow. Just don’t get hurt looking for something that may not be there.”

 

    Since being brought back to Storybrooke, Peter and his Lieutenant, Felix, had both been given rooms at Granny’s and had been supplied with enough money for them to live. Neither of them left their rooms much, and when they did people went out of their way to avoid them. “Room 6.’ Snow muttered to herself, squinting at the scribbles on the paper Granny had given her.

She found it quickly and was about to knock on the door when she heard voices inside and paused. Who would be visiting Peter Pan?

    “Come on Peter, please eat something.”
“No.”

“Peter, please. You’re human. Humans need food to survive.”

“No.”

“Peter you’re being a child.”

“Go away Felix! I don’t want to eat.”

His voice sounded slightly muffled now. Snow cocked her head, thinking. Felix? Why was he in there? Hadn’t Peter been horrible to all his lost boys?

There voices had hushed now, and all she could hear were jumbled murmurs. Shaking her head Snow straightened and knocked on the door. “Peter?” She called out.