Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Ulternate Ending Part 3

Zemira walked. She walked and walked and continued walking. She had been walking from the time she had awaken that morning. But walking wasn't enough. She had to run. She picked up the pace, her feet slapping the wet sandy beach. Zemira sprinted, her hair flew behind her. She was ready to stop fleeing. She didn't want to run away from death anymore and the ghosts of her past. She ran, sprinting all out, she added magic to her run. The sand ceased to exist. She felt like she was flying over the ground.

Tonight, she thought, it will finally end. I won't have to run. The pain will stop.
Forever.

It had been a week since Pan told her Hook was dead. Zemira had mourned him and Pan had come every day to comfort her. Pan told her that he was going to let the pirate ship leave because of its loss. The Jolly Roger would leave in the morning. With it would take the memories of the man she loved.

But Pan would still be there.

Zemira and Pan had grown close. He talked with her and told her about his life and the mistakes he had made. Pan told her about his son who he sent away. Zemira had been shocked to find out Rumplestiltskin was his son. Pan told her he wished he could have gone back and changed things. Then he amended, that if he had done that he would never have met her. Zemira was honored. She told him about her mother who had died, her dad who died when she was young.

She didn't hold it against Pan. Zemira would not judge him for his past, but see his actions and then decide.

They both felt closer because they knew they each had no one else to go to. they had each other.

As she ran, Zemira remembered the day before when Pan brought the basket to her little cove.

Zemira was sitting on a low hanging hammock that was attached to a palm tree that hung over the water. She sat on the hammock that afternoon. She wore a short blue skirt and a black tank top. Her hair was down and blowing back because of the breeze coming off the water. Zemira's feet dangled in the water. Pan was in his usual dress of a dark shirt and pants that set off his eyes.

Pan kicked off his shoes and started into the water the old fashion way without zapping himself there. Zemira looked towards the shore to see him splashing through the shallow water to her. She smiled slightly.

"Hey," she said. He looked up and gave her a smile.

"Hello," he said as he set down his basket next to her on the hammock then climbed into the hammock next to her.

"What's in the basket?" Zemira asked swinging her feet back and forth in the cool water.

"I went to the other side of the island and brought back some special fruits that you might like," Pan said as he began to unpack the basket. "See this?" He said handing her a green box shaped fruit with purple speckles, "the boys call this one a Cube Kiwi."

"Why do they call it that?" She asked inspecting the strange plant.

"Because it tastes like a kiwi, obviously," Pan said. Zemira chuckled from Pan's unusually light hearted tone. Every day his burden became lighter leaving him jovial and younger looking in his expressions. Pan got himself a Cube Kiwi and then took out his paring knife. "It's outer casing is hard," he explained as he laid the fruit onto the tree and put the flat of the blade on top of it. He put his weight on it and it cracked open, "but the inside," he showed her the bright red inside of the fruit, he took some out with his fingers and are it. Then he smiled, "hmmm. . ." Zemira smiled, then did the same thing with her fruit.

Pan moved the basket onto the shore so that he could lean back against the thick trunk. Zemira was so tired. She wished she could forget all that happened. She wished that she could be back in Hook's arms. She closed her eyes and moved so she could comfortably lean back. She rested her head against Pan's chest. Zemira heard Pan's heart race under his ribs as she turned her cheek against his chest.