As Lillian woke up, she became aware of multiple points. One, She was in her old clothes, nothing too major to panic about. Two, she was in Peter Pan's hut, okay ... slightly panicked and thee, Henry was in sight. Okay, she was okay. As she turned in the bed, she saw a familiar boy sitting at the bed side. She gasped as she took it all in, she was on Neverland, with Peter.
''Peter!'' Practically jumping out of the bed, she embraced him as tight as she could. Almost being to afraid that if she'd let go, he would disappear again. Softly letting go, she looked at herself. Smiling to herself, she was wearing her knee-length army green dress, a bracelet with 'You made me a believer.' Knee length black boots, her gloves she got from Baelfire and a necklace with 'dreamer' on it.
''Lily...'' He whispered against her forehead, softly kissing her temple as he took her look in. ''It still suits you.'' Looking at her lips, he smiled before turning to Henry. As he was still fast asleep, he leaned into Lillian and pressed a kiss on her lips.
Her hands tangled in his hair as she straddled his lap, softly pulling back to turn back to Henry. Even if he was sleeping, it felt wrong doing this with her little brother in the room. It felt as if she should still be a mother figure to him, even if she was only his babysitter.
''I ... - I can't do this right now. Not with Henry in the room.'' He gave her a nod, giving another soft kiss on her lips.
''I understand love.'' As he helped her stand up, she bumped into him, still dizzy from the drugs that Greg had injected her. He helped her stand as he moved her to the mirror.
''You look beautiful love...'' Turning back to her he smiled. ''You look like the lost girl I know.'' She smiled as she heard a small groan. Turning back to Henry, she let go of Peter and sat down next to Henry.
''Henry ... Henry wake up.'' As his eyes fluttered open he had to take a double- take as he looked at Lillian. He was not used at all to seeing her in any form of a dress or army green. At Storybrooke she despised the clothing style, if a store had a sale, she wouldn't even go near the color.
''Sis! Oh you're awake.'' While he was busy hugging her, Peter cleared his throat to get their attention. Turning back to the teenage boy, Henry frowned as he stayed behind Lillian.
''Are you not going to introduce us love?''
--------Once upon a time--------
''Quite the courageous army you're building." The people scattered, revealing Regina in all her glory. Smiling widely, the queen strode forward several steps to peer up at her stone-faced step-daughter.
''They may be afraid of you," Snow said flatly as Charming reached for a weapon, "But we are not."
"Why?" Regina scoffed, expression patronizing. "Because you and the shepherd broke my sleeping curse?" At her words, though her very presence was threatening enough, Snow and Charming drew their swords. Rolling her eyes, though still smiling pleasantly, Regina swiftly bound Charming with a rope from the cart Snow stood on. "Lucky for you, I didn't come here to fight." Regina assured her step-daughter lightly, smile widening at the outrage on the younger woman's face. "I came to offer you a deal. Consider it an ... engagement present."
"Snow, don't listen to a single word!" Charming spat out before Regina flicked her hand in his direction, magically gagging him. Lips pursed at the false prince's manners, Regina side-eyed Snow. "Are you really going to marry that?"
"What do you want?" Snow demanded
"I want you to give up your claim to the throne." Regina said breezily, calm in the face of Snow's sudden distress. "If you declare me the rightful ruler of this land, I'll let you, the dwarves, and your so called prince," she sneered at a struggling Charming then, "escape back to the sheep farm he once called home." Expression like ice, Snow breathed out.
''exile?"
"Well, I've tried to kill you. I've tried to curse you, and none of its worked." Regina admitted frankly with an elegant shrug. "But then I realized I was going about it all wrong. You need to be alive. You need to be awake." Regina lips twisted in malicious pleasure. "So you can spend all your days knowing that I've taken everything that was supposed to be yours." Taking a step back, the evil queen raised her voice, hazing pointedly at the cowering villagers. "Now, get on your knees and swear on your father's grave that this kingdom belongs to me."
"And if I don't?"
"Well, then someone will pay the price." Extending a hand, she reached out for the nearest cowering peasant. A cloaked figure was drawn into the clearing, feet scrapping against the ground and hands at their throat. When Snow White didn't charge her as expected, Regina increased the pressure on the peasant's throat, startled when the figure ripped themselves from her magical grip. "What the ..."
A slim, gloved hand rose, sending a burst of magical energy at the Evil Queen, though it did little more than ruffle her gown and hair. Taken aback, Regina could only watch as the figure drew the hood of her cloak down. Though she had never met the young sorceress who had once been under Rumpelstiltskin's care, she'd seen enough of the portraits said Dark One possessed of the girl to know her when she saw her.
"The dark Lilith, I assume?"
"Regina." Lilith returned evenly, eyes gleaming a violent shade of red. "So nice to finally put a face to a name."
"Likewise." Lips pursing, Regina let her attention flick between the coiled teenager and her brat of a step-daughter. "What brings the apprentice of the Dark One to my humble kingdom?"
"Assistant, actually. And I'm here to fulfill my end of a bargain Charming struck with Rumple." Bowing with a mocking flourish, Lilith eyed the evil queen. "You would understand, of course."
"I see." Her eyes went to Snow White and she sneered. "Next time, Lilith won't be here to protect your precious subjects, my dear. You have until sundown tomorrow to give up the throne. And for every day that you defy me, I will kill one of your loyal subjects."
"Stop denying who you are, Snow White." Regina told the former princess imperiously, drawing herself to her full height. She took malicious pleasure in the way Snow White's face seemed to collapse in despair with every word. "You may have been a princess, but you will never be a queen.''
--------Once upon a time--------
Following David's suggestion, though she didn't like it, Emma joined the others in setting up camp in the middle of a small clearing. Though exhausted, Emma found sleep eluding her, even as the others fell asleep and the fire burned down to hot embers. Groaning softly to herself, Emma tossed and turned beneath the thin, scratchy blanket Hook had produced from the crew quarters on the Jolly Roger.
As she turned onto her side once more, she stiffened as the faint sound of children crying echoed around the clearing. Immediately on alert, Emma tossed her blanket aside, rose to a crouch and grabbed hold of the blade Hook had given her. Eyes darting around, she hissed to her slumbering parents. "Guys, wake up!"
When they failed to even stir, Emma quickly decided, with a black scowl, to check out the source of the sound herself and crept into the nearby jungle. Brow creased in confusion when the sound of crying remained steady even as she went further and further into the trees. So intent upon finding the source of the noise, her heart nearly leaped from her chest when a bored voice sounded from behind her.
"You hear that too?" A pale, thin boy with brown hair was leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree. Narrowed, green eyes appraised her with interest.
"You're Emma, right? I wonder why they can't hear the crying." As he spoke, he pushed from the tree and glanced in the direction of the campsite.
Holding the sword in his direction, Emma eyed the boy warily. "Who are you?"
"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" The boy smiled, as if embarrassed by his poor manners. "I'm Peter. Peter Pan." Lunging, Emma grabbed hold of the collar of his tunic and slammed him against the tree. The smirk he wore never changed, even as the blade of her sword pressed hard enough to draw blood on his throat.
"Where's Henry?"
"You've got fire." Pan noted with a sharp exhale, smirk widening when she pressed the blade harder into his flesh. "I like fire."
"Where's my son?"
"Henry's still alive, if that's what you're worried about." Something in his green eyes shifted. "Lily too, in case you wondered about her." Emma chose to ignore the well pointed jab.
"Why the hell did you take him?"
"He's a very special boy, Emma." Pan's smirk widened when the blonde woman's face tightened at his condescending tone.
"I know." She deadpanned, eyes narrowed into slits. "That doesn't answer my question. What do you want with him?"
"I came here to see who I was up against "the savior"." Though she disliked her supposed title, Emma bristled all the same at the way he mocked her with it.
"Gotta say," Pan sighed, reclining against the tree, as if he didn't have a sword at his throat. "I'm not disappointed."
"What do you say now? You're gonna tell me how I'm never gonna see Henry again?" Pan looked offended by the suggestion.
"No. I'm going to help you find him. I'll give you a map." Holding both hands up in surrender, he continued. "A map that will lead you straight to your son."
"If this is some kind of trap..."
"I may not be the most well-behaved boy on the island, but I always keep my promises." Reaching into his tunic with one hand, Pan produced a folded, faded parchment. "The path to finding Henry is on this parchment." Warily, Emma backed off, accepting the parchment with caution. "See, it's not about finding Henry." Pan explained patiently, as if talking to a child. "It's about how you find him. And, Emma... you're the only one who can."
Sheathing her sword, Emma turned her complete attention to the map. Unfolding the creased paper, her eyes narrowed in renewed anger at the sight of the unmarked paper. "It's blank." She spat at the still smiling boy before her.
"You'll only be able to read that map when you stop denying who you really are." Emma glanced back down at the map, eyes raising with a scowl, only to nearly losing her grip on the map when she saw that Pan had vanished. Still unsettled by magic, especially in such hostile terrain, she swiftly returned to the campsite. Once there, she roused the others, successfully this time, and held out the blank piece of paper.
--------Once upon a time--------
"What, exactly, are you asking him for?" Lilith asked as they made their way through the gates of Rumple's castle. While Rumple had told her to push things along on the overthrow Regina front, she couldn't find it in her to argue with the princess that she had plagued her loyalty to. Having been essentially thrown way by her own family and kingdom, Lilith understood what Snow White was going through on a personal level.
"A spell, one that will help Snow remember who she is." Rather than lunch into a further explanation, Charming picked up the pace and threw open the doors to the Dark One's castle. "Rumpelstiltskin!" As Lilith had promised, they found the Dark One sitting at his spinning wheel in one of the many, many rooms. The scaled being didn't look up from his work as they entered, though Lilith felt as he silently inquired as to her health. She didn't brush it off, though she didn't exactly respond.
"You again?" Rumpelstiltskin crowed as he finished up with his most recent batch of straw. "Didn't I just help you wake your princess on top of loaning you my very missed assistant?"
Unsettling gold eyes flashed towards Charming, alight with a dark mischief that set the once prince on edge. Steeling his nerves, reminding himself that this was all for Snow, he stepped toward the seated being.
"Now, I need your help once more." Rather than seem surprised by his words, the Dark One merely turned in his direction, legs crossed and hands held together contemplatively. "Long ago, you made Snow remember who she was when a spell blinded her. I need you to do it again."
--------Once upon a time--------
As Peter and the lost boys came back, Lily was sitting on a branch, waiting for them. As they approached, she herself, Luca, Rufio and Henry stood up. Rufio and Luca were two of the most loyal lost boys, they kept an eye on Lily and Henry while the other lost boys were doing of who knows what.
''Where have you been?'' As Peter walked towards Lily, he stuck her hands out. They were cuffed by the same cuff Greg and Tamara had used to shut off Regina's magic. ''And why the hell am I wearing this?''
#Pilith is reunited! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and you'll have to see what their new relationship is. Because a lot has changed in the relationship between Lily and Peter. If you did enjoy this chapter, please leave a vote, comment, follow and maybe even a theory/suggestion for my story!
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