"There's only one thing that I know he wants more than Henry." I whispered, pushing myself up from the stump which I'd been resting on, "He wants the Lost Girl more than he could ever want Henry. We've got to make a deal."

"Lost Girl? Wait, what do you mean?" Mary Margaret inquired, her eyes growing huge with worry, "Emma –"

"If it is the only way to get my son back, I'm willing to do anything. Now we've just got to find Pan." I snapped.

"Emma, think about what you're agreeing to here," David tried to reason, "We still don't know what he's capable of –"

"She's right, you know. It's the only way you'll get Henry back." Hook interjected, "Did you ever consider this? Peter Pan has been perpetually single for hundreds of years. Of course the Lost Girl would be invaluable to him."

Leave it to the pirate to bring it straight to that place. I didn't care, though. At the moment, he was the only one on my side, so I was going to have to take what I could get, "I'll make a deal. I'll tell him that he'll let Henry go and provide you all safe travel back to Storybrooke."

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" David asked. He had pure torture in his eyes as Mary Margaret walked off into the woods to calm her own panic, "We can find some other way."

"No. Pan's covered all of his bases. We've got to just do it." It was then that I moved even closer to him so that Regina and Hook wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of what I was saying, "Make sure that he's okay, please. Let him think that I'll be back soon."

With that, we began our trek back to base camp. Very soon thereafter, I felt a hand on the small of my back and breath at my ear, "Do you have a plan?" Hook asked.

"Nope, but I'm sure you do."

"I'm working on it." He admitted.

"We're going to need a little bit more than that." I whispered, beginning to pick up what was left of our makeshift camp.

"Peter Pan," I called into the camp, as I felt Mary Margaret tensing a hand around the bow she had holstered, "We've got a deal for you."

"And what might that be?" a childish voice inquired from behind me, "You want your son back."

"No, actually I don't. They do." At his inquisitor brow quirk I murmured, "I'm willing to give myself over to you – the very first Lost Girl – if you promise to release Henry to the care of Snow White and Prince Charming. And promise them safe passage back to Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest or wherever the hell they want to go."

Without so much as a hesitation, he let out a smirk, "You've got yourself a deal."

With that, Felix led Henry out from the woods and he fled toward us, "Henry," I gasped, as he ran toward me and hugged me around the waist, "Get out of here, Kid. They're going to take care of you. I'll be right behind you."

He ran off in the direction of Mary Margaret and David, and they scattered into the woods moments later, "You know you'll never see them again." Pan tormented.

"I know that. But he doesn't need to."

"And you can forget whatever notion you have of Hook coming to save you. As soon as he's off this island, he'll forget all about you."

"I know that, too." I admitted, "I'm an orphan. You know that. That's why I'm here. Listen." I snatched the pan flute off his hip and blew into it, making the music which captivated the first Lost Boys, "I can hear that. I'm one of you."

"Well, then, Lost Girl. Let's get the introductions out of the way."

A/N: Please leave a comment and let me know what you think. I think I'm really going to like writing this. Please don't let me have any silent readers. Everybody leave a comment, at least to let me know if you liked or disliked it. Thanks! xMags