Two For the Show

A/N: So I just had this image of the reader sitting in her apartment depressed and the boys go visit her there rather than everyone being on Neverland. So this is an AU where Pan and Felix are like the bad kids in town but they're allowed in Storybrooke and Storybrooke is like in the beginning of season one, where everyone had normal lives. Except everyone will know they're fairytales.

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you slung your messenger bag over your shoulder, finally clocked out and done with work. You had busted your butt to get your work done, so Granny let you off early. You bid goodbye to your coworkers and Granny and shuffled outside, heading to your boyfriend's house.

Landing a job at Granny's Diner had been easy. You were sweet and friendly, and you wore appropriate clothing, so Granny hired you on the spot.

Once outside, you sauntered down the curb to where your vespa was parked. You plucked your helmet from where it rested attached to the handlebars and slipped it over your head, buckling it beneath your chin. You swung one leg over the seat and settled yourself in, inserting the key and starting the engine.

You had made plans with your boyfriend the previous day to come over and hang out after you got done with work. He had the day off, so he was free to spend it with you. You'd considered calling him to let him know you were coming early, but you thought he'd appreciate the surprise.

With a grin on your lips, you began your journey.

Ten minutes later, you arrived. You parked your vespa on the curb and attached your helmet, stuffing the keys into your pocket as you made your way up the steps of his apartment building. Once at the top, you knocked on the door.

You heard muffled voices and your brow furrowed in confusion. Why would he have people over when he was expecting you? You knocked again - still nothing. Shrugging, you opened the door as you'd done countless times. You'd been given permission to walk in as you pleased, because he liked when you surprised him.

"Donny?" you called out. More muffled sounds answered you. You shuffled down the hallway to his bedroom, knocking before pushing the door open.

A gasp escaped your lips as you saw first-hand why Donny hadn't answered you. He was lying on his back, clothes strewn across the floor, with his ex who he swore was just a friend straddling his lap. Her nakedness was clear as she bounced on top of him, your presence not bothering her a bit.

You ran out, slamming the door on your way.

By the time you made it home, you didn't know what to feel. You sauntered into your apartment, tossing your keys onto the table that sat by the door. You kicked off your shoes, leaving them where you stood. A sigh pushed through your lips as everything caught up with you. You collapsed into your couch, tears bubbling in your eyes and spilling out down your cheeks. All of the emotions you had been suppressing came out at once and your buried your face in your hands.

Thinking back on it, the signs were there. Donny had been emotionally abusive. Every fight was your fault, even when you had done nothing at all. His forgetfulness, his tardiness to work, his bad moods... Everything got blamed on you, and you accepted it, loving him so much that it blinded you into thinking it was your fault.

A knock sounded on your door and you groaned. You didn't want to face anyone while your eyes were still red and puffy from crying, and what if it was Donny? Reluctantly, you rose from the couch, wiping a tissue across your face to clean up your tear tracks and smeared mascara.

You squinted your eye to look through the peephole on the door, wanting to be prepared for whoever was on the other side. Your brow furrowed in confusion when you saw Neverland's own Pan and Felix outside your door.

You slowly opened it, glancing up at them. "What are you two doing here?"

They were the bad kids of Storybrooke, similar to how a public high school has rebellious students. They had lived on Neverland with the Lost Boys for who-knows-how-long, but the entire island caught fire, and everything they had was lost. They made new lives in Storybrooke, and though most of the townspeople didn't trust them, you were one of their best friends.

"We saw Donny walking to Granny's with some girl who wasn't you on his arm," Pan replied, anger evident in his voice. "Wanna tell us what happened?"

You closed your eyes and looked down, failing to keep your tears at bay. Leaving the door open so they could follow you inside, you shuffled back to the couch and sat down, hanging your head. They took seats on either side of you, ready to either comfort you or beat Donny to a pulp - or both.

You told them everything; the way Donny always treated you, and how you felt that you somehow deserved it, how you'd had plans with him that day when you got off work, and how you went to his place and found him in bed with the girl they had seen him with later.

Pan's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard. His lips were set in a grown and his brows furrowed darkly.

Felix's expression was similar. His eyes narrowed and his chest was shaking as he tried to control his breathing.

You could see how upset they were and you let out another sigh. "Please, don't do anything," you breathed. "He's not worth the trouble, and I don't want anything happening to you two."

They shared a look before looking at you. They both wanted to rip Donny's head from his shoulders, but if you didn't want them to, they wouldn't. Instead, they both scooted closer to you. Pan had an arm around your waist, his fee hand holding one of yours. Felix rested his head atop yours while his arm draped over your shoulders.

"Do you want us to stay over?" Felix murmured, noting the tired expression on your face.

You nodded, leaning back against the couch and their arms.

"Get some rest, love," Pan sighed, kissing your temple. You nodded again, closing your eyes and relaxing against them. You soon drifted off, feeling safe and comforted.