Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and any unrecognizable characters.

Well...I was very bored one day and after thinking up story ideas for 'No One Escapes' and "Say You'll Remember', this is the end result. It's a companion piece to my story 'Say You'll Remember', in which Peter Pan comes for Lily right after the Curse is cast.

I plan on keeping this as a oneshot but I hope you like it all the same!

"I am the one inside you,
And I am the one inside your veins.
I am the one inside you,
Over and over I'm here again."

-Corner, Blue Stahli

I looked up in surprise when the bell tinkled, rising from my seat in the back room. Warily, I walked towards the door, knowing that I'd turned the sign to close just as Gold had told me to do while he was gone.

"Hello?" I called out as I rounded the corner, stopping at the sight of a boy, well, the boy's back to be more precise. I tilted my head, as he didn't turn around at my words and stayed behind the counter, an odd feeling of dread overtaking me. "The shop's closed until noon, when Mr. Gold gets back. I'm afraid you'll have to leave."

He still didn't turn around, reaching out with long, pale fingers to gently touch the small, ornately carved chess figures Gold had put on display the day before. I gripped the edge of the counter, unsettled by his actions in a way that disturbed me.

"Well, I'm not here for Gold." I narrowed my eyes at the way he said my boss' name, my heart coming to a complete stop when he turned around. "I'm here for you, Lillian."

I held back a shriek of surprise when his green eyes met mine, eyes that I'd seen in my dreams for as long as I could remember. He was lightly smirking, one eyebrow raised as he stared at me and tilted his head, his eyes raking over me in a way that made a shiver ripple up my spine.

"W-who are you?" I winced at how weak my voice sounded, unable to stop the pounding of my heart as my breathing increased. His smirk simply widened and he took a step forward, grinning wickedly when I took a step back. He turned and walked towards the counter, picking up a dagger and turning it over in his hands.

"Oh, well I suppose there's time for a guessing game." He turned back to me, still holding the dagger. "Do you remember how much I liked those?"

Completely disturbed and convinced that this boy was off his rocker, I slowly inched my way to the door as he continued to stare at the dagger, his green eyes faraway and clouded. Just before I reached the door, he was suddenly at my side, his eyes heated and amused, though I could see the muscles in his neck tense.

He looked...upset, at the fact that I didn't want to be alone with him, which confused me more than anything. I'd never seen this boy before in my life, why was he reacting like this? I stared at him, becoming moderately angry when he raised an arm and caged me against the wall, his other arm following suit before he leaned close to me. I turned my head to the side, holding back another shiver when his breath gently fanned across my cheek, dimly noticing how, well, cold it seemed compared to others.

He raised a hand and I held back a flinched, keeping my jaw locked when he gently, almost tenderly, brushed startling cool fingers against my cheek lightly. I inhaled at the touch, it was cool like his breath had been and I stared at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering why the hell his body was so cold.

He crowded closer and I stiffened at the close proximity, keeping my eyes focused on the wall even as he sighed deeply and gently brushed his fingers against my chin, clearly trying to coax me to look at him.

"Now, where's my brave Tiger Lily?" He cooed and I sputtered at his, whipping my head around to face him so fast I could hear my neck crack. Ignoring the slight twinge of discomfort, I stared up at the boy, completely bewildered as to why he'd just called me 'Tiger Lily'. And 'his'.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I nearly hissed out, forgetting all about my earlier fear and quickly decided that he was delusional, earning my ire. "My name is Lillian. Not Lily and certainly not some fairytale character from the Peter Pan stories."

A wide smirk crossed his features, and I was taken aback by his reaction, aware that most people didnt' enjoy it when I got rude or, as Ruby enjoyed calling it, sassy.

He ran a hand across my cheek and I didn't hold back a flinch this time, causing his appendage to freeze against my face before he swallowed, his adams' apple bobbing before he pulled his hand away, clenching it into a fist at his side.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" My eyebrows drew together at the blankness in his tone, though I could, somehow, detect a deeper emotion in his voice that sounded suspiciously like...heartbreak.

"Am I supposed to?" I managed to whisper back, unable to comprehend the dark despair that filled his eyes quickly before he all but wrenched himself away from me, turning his back to me. I pushed away from the wall, staring at him, overcome by the urge to comfort him. I reeled violently at that urge, bewildered and concerned as I usually didn't make it a habit to touch people, let alone strangers that though I was someone else.

As far as I could remember, I'd been raised by Mr. Gold, who was my legal guardian, though I lived with Ruby and her Granny at their inn. I didn't like most people, though between my prickly demeanor and the fact that I helped Gold with his work, most people didn't like me either.

I didn't recall this boy however, and trying to draw any memory forward made my head ache, making me feel like my head was foggy and clouded, blocking any recollection. The feeling always disappeared quickly and I usually forgot about it but, something about him made me keep trying to remember but all I could draw was a blank and a serious headache.

He finally turned back to me and I couldn't stop myself from taking a step back from the glint I could see in his eyes.

"Well don't worry, we'll just have to fix that little problem later." I shivered as he stepped forward again and yanked my arm away when he tried to grab it, moving until i was in front of the door.

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I held back panic now, aware that I was alone with him. "I don't even know who you are!"

The bell behind me dinged and I whirled around when Gold's voice came from behind me, his words halting and dying in his throat when he caught sight of the boy.

"Lillian, we need...to..." His eyes went wide, his grip tightening on the handle of his cane and, before I could blink, he was in front of me, threateningly extending his cane towards the now amused looking boy. "What are you doing here?!"

The boy glanced at the cane, his eyebrow raised before he lifted a hand and pushed the object out of his way, his smirk dark and predatory.

"Is that anyway to properly greet me, laddie?" I shivered again at the menace in the boy's voice, blinking when he glanced at me, his green eyes sliding over me lazily. "Oh, don't worry Lily. I won't hurt him this time."

I stared at him before transferring my attention to Gold, who was still staring murderously at the boy, clearly wanting to beat him bloody with his cane.

"Mr. Gold-"

"Lillian, you need to go. Get to Graham." He ordered, his voice low and hard and, when I hesitated, he nearly yelled the command. "Go. Now."

With a frightened glance at my boss, i turned around and slammed the door open, the laughter of the boy causing my hair to stand on end as I made my way down the street, hurrying to the Sheriff's office where Graham should be.

I barely made it past Granny's when I heard the sound of yelling and whirled around, the people on the street following suit as the boy stalked out of the pawn shop, his eyes finding mine before he began heading towards me.

I stood frozen for a moment before I stalked towards him, aware that Gold hadn't come out of the shop.

"What did you do to Gold?" I demanded when I reached him, ducking out of the way when he tried to grab my arm, spinning around to his back. "Where is he?"

"He had more pressing matters to attend to, but don't worry." He reached out and, despite my movement, managed to brush the tips of his fingers against my cheek. "I didn't do any permanent damage to him."

Before I could react, even as I heard Ruby call my name, the boy had his arms around me just as Gold hobbled from the store, favoring his bad leg and I glared fiercely at the boy holding me, aware that he'd most likely done something to aggravate my boss' already bad leg.

I tried to pull out of his hold, inhaling sharply when it tightened and I caught sight of something I knew wasn't possible.

He had no shadow.

My head jerked up to meet his and he simply smirked down at me, raising one arm while keeping the other tight around me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I jerked when screeching filled the air and, before I could react, before a shouting Graham or Gold could reach us, what looked to be a shadow flew out from the boy before enveloping us in darkness.

"Don't worry, Lily. I'm taking you home."

"Who the hell are you?!" I stumbled away from the boy, glaring hatefully at him, not even bothering to take in my surroundings as he smirked, dusting off his black coat before whistling once. "Answer me!" I demanded, catching his attention and he simply smirked at me, shaking his head once and I bristled at the condescending action.

"Calm down, Lily." I stiffened when the trees rustled behind him, causing me to do a double-take before I noticed that I was clearly nowhere near home, since I had a feeling that Storybrooke, Maine was the farthest thing from a jungle.

A boy, dressed in patched up clothing stepped out of the trees, a club slung over his shoulder while his other hand grasped the dagger on his low slung belt. He was blond, with black feathers weaved in his hair, and he tilted his head, his scarred face twisting into a smirk when he caught sight of me.

"So, the plan worked."

"Like a charm." The boy that had kidnapped me agreed, his expression matching the blond in front of him.

"Well, Peter Pan never fails." I let out a ragged gasp at that, earning the attention of the two boys as my eyes flickered between them, wondering exactly who had kidnapped me.

"You think you're Peter Pan?" I questioned the shorter boy, trying to resist the urge to scream bloody murder for help, as these two had clearly gone off the deep end. They glanced at each other, the blond smirking still while the brunette chuckled and stalked towards me, backing me against a tree.

"Not exactly." He pressed closer to me, raising a hand to cup my now ashen face. "I am Peter Pan."

He kissed me then, swallowing my cry of shock and, after a moment of trying to get away, I froze as memories flashed behind my closed eyelids, memories that hit me full force and I wrenched myself away from Peter, gaping against the tree as my mind tried to assimilate itself with the new and old memories. flooding it

After several long minutes, I slowly turned back to an expectant looking Peter, raising my trembling hand to gently touch his cheek.

"Peter?" A satisfied smile spread on his face at my disbelieving words, and he grabbed the hand on his face, kissing it before he pulled me towards him, his voice dark and triumphant.

"Welcome back, Tiger Lily."