Indiana Jones ↠ Peter Pan [OUAT] ✓

14 | The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

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PAST
THE ENCHANTED FOREST

16-year-old Indiana Jones would be found getting a drink. She couldn't sleep—not after everything that had happened to her. To think that months had past since that horrible time and Indiana was still being haunted by it. Even if she couldn't remember specifics, she remembered feeling miserable after all of it. Indiana never wanted to feel like that again.

While her closest friend and pupil Snow White was sleeping, Indiana was hoping that a bit of alcohol would help her fall asleep. She was calmly sipping on her beverage when she heard a man say, "They're letting animals in here now?"

Indiana looked over, spotting a white-haired wolf sitting near a man with curly brown hair. "This isn't a slaughterhouse," another one said.

"Forget him," a third muttered. "He might as well be one, too. I heard he was raised by 'em."

"He does smell like 'em."

"Pathetic. I heard he cries over his kills."

She shook her head, choosing to stay out of it as more and more people harassed the man for bringing in an animal. Eight-year-old Indiana would have been so mad at 16-year-old Indiana for not immediately jumping in to help the man out.

"Tell me, Huntsman. What kind of a man cries over an animal?"

The brown-haired man kept his eyes staring at the table before him as he said, "An honorable one." The same man asked what he knew about honor. "I have it. They have it. You don't. They're pure of heart... not selfish and self-serving like... people."

The wolf suddenly began to growl at the man harassing the Huntsman. "You better tell him to stop threatening me," the same man said to the Huntsman. "Because you know what I do to animals that threaten me?" He pulled out his dagger. "I hang them up on my wall."

Something in Indiana just felt the need to get up and get them to shut up, for the next thing Indiana knew it, she was standing up and pressing down on the man's pressure point. He immediately fell onto his knees. "You men are pathetic," she spat as the Huntsman got up and angrily jabbed his blade into the man's neck.

A bar fight immediately commenced. The huntsman threw the second guy at the wall. Before he could get to the third one, the guy ran off. The Huntsman looked over at Indiana. "Thanks," he told her.

"Something in me snapped. Normally, I would've just let you die," Indiana admitted as she made her way to the door. She smirked at him. "But something tells me you would've been just fine on your own."

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PRESENT DAY
STORYBROOKE

Anna James happily strolled into Mary Margaret Blanchard's classroom once all of the fourth graders retreated for lunch. She placed a small bag on the teacher's desk. "One Grilled Cheese from Granny's to-go," Anna greeted.

Mary Margaret smiled gratefully at the teenager. "My hero!" the woman said to Anna. "I don't think I could've gone all day without eating something."

"Don't mention it," Anna responded, pulling out a grilled cheese of her own. "I just can't believe you forgot your lunch."

The two chuckled, enjoying their lunch together by making small talk. Out of nowhere, Sheriff Graham strolled into the classroom, asking if he could talk to the two girls. He started things off with a question that threw Mary Margaret and Anna for a loop. "Mary Margaret, how long have we known each other?" he asked.