I Feel Too Much. If Only They Were Canon In The Show.

I feel too much. If only they were canon in the show.

The Promise of Never Saying Goodbye...

This is my first time writing about Darling Pan. After watching the midseason finale, this short story has been plaguing my mind ever since. So I decided to write it since OUAT has returned. FYI, the Darlings never left Storybrooke, and Pan is not…*gags* the father of Rumple. *Sigh* Good thing there’s fanfic to ease the pain. Anyways, I wrote this and it’s not that good or brilliant like the fanfics I read from birdsandmirrors, astrugglingwriter, and calculated2stagger (They are very talented and amazing! Please check them out and read their fics! It’s so awesome!!) This short story is not much, but it’s all I’ve got. Hope you enjoy it!!

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When Peter woke up he knew that he was back in his own body, and that it was the work of magic Rumple had committed. He calmly took in his surroundings and then sighed in frustration when noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Hello, Pan.” Rumple spat his name like there was the taste of dirt in his mouth.

"Thought you would’ve killed me by now, mate.” He stiffly replied.

“Now why would I do that if I can just enjoy watching you suffer?”

Pan scoffed, “Me? Suffer?” He sat up from the bed, and noticed the dark cuff that wrapped around his wrist. “Oh, I see. You thought you could subdue me? I thought you would have learned to always be a step ahead of your enemy by now, lad.” He smiled evilly.

Even though Rumple saw the look Pan held in his eyes, he smirked anyway.

“Oh, I have learned my lesson all right. After you pulled that Pandora Box trick with me, I had to improvise. You see, I knew you made that special cuff. I knew it wouldn’t work on you, so what I did is that I made a new one you couldn’t get out of.”

Peter Pan’s face fell, and looked at his arm in realization. He pulled the cuff with all his might, but with no success. He tried to wave his hand to attempt any kind of magic, but to no avail. He looked up to see Rumple smiling with satisfaction. It made Pan’s blood boil when he saw his enemy watching him in helplessness.

—

Henry came out of the library and hugged Regina and Emma. Wendy and her brothers came along with the gang and they were relieved to finally see that Henry was not harmed.

When Henry gave the spell to Regina, everyone panic when she passed out. During this time, Pan ran out of the shop followed by a limping Rumple who was trying to catch him.

"STOP HIM!” He yelled.

Everyone’s attention turned to Pan. Grumpy and Neil quickly tackled him and bind his wrists behind his back. He continued to struggle and struggle and break free from his bonds, but it was bruising the smooth surface of his skin.

“Please don’t hurt him…” A small female voice whimpered among the group.

Pan stilled and immediately looked at the person who spoke in his defense. He had not seen her since that day they arrived in Storybrooke. She was no longer dressed in her sleeping gown, but instead she was wearing white pants with a grey blazer that covered her blue blouse. Her modern day clothes suited her well.

“Bird…" He whispered.

He kept his face calmed, but what he showed in his eyes made her gasped slightly. Because this is the first where Pan was not one step ahead of his enemy, and his eyes showed vulnerability that only Wendy can see.

She took a step towards him, but John immediately held her back. Pan shifted his eyes, and scowled at the man who prevented his bird from coming to him. 

"Let her go.” He dangerously spoke.

“She’s not yours.” John bit back.

“Technically, she is. Wherever my bird is, whether that is in London, Neverland, or even in Storybrooke; she and it will always be mine.”

Wendy shivered at the words Peter spoke of and saw his intense gaze staring at her.

When Regina woke up she immediately explained that she can stop the curse. But in order to do so, everyone that was from the Enchanted Forest needed to stay in the border, and that Henry couldn’t stay with them.

"So he’s going to be all by himself out in the world?” Emma asked worriedly.

“No,” Regina firmly replied. “Since your the savior, you can go with him….along with the Darlings.”

Peter’s head snapped at Regina’s direction.

“What?” Wendy breathlessly whispered.

“Just like Henry, you and your brothers are not from our world. You need to go with him and Emma. It is a place where you all belong. Sadly, once you cross that border line, all of your memories of Storybrooke, The Enchanted Forest, and even Neverland…gone.”

“We won’t remember any of it?” Michael asked.

Regina shook her head. “No, but my gift to all of you is to give you pleasant memories where you all know each other and never be separated.”

It was a relief to them that they would stay together. But the horror of not remembering everyone else brought heartache to each and every one of them.

Peter now saw the consequence of his actions. He was so blinded by his lust for power and magic, he didn’t even see that his enemy was one step ahead of him. And now he had endure to live a life without his Wendy Bird. He knew he had done some pretty horrible things to hurt her, but there were always moments in between where the two teenagers would slightly opened up and let the other in. Peter had always cherished those memories, and he knew Wendy did too. So to even think about the idea of Wendy not remembering who Peter Pan is was unbearable.

“NO!” He roared.

He shoved Grumpy and kneed him in the stomach. He head budded Neal next which left the man slightly dazed. Pan took quick strides in Wendy’s direction, but Hook and Michael held him back while John was still by Wendy’s side. He continued to thrash and fight them off, but after Grumpy and Neal recovered from their injuries, they quickly took Pan to the Sheriff’s department where they can lock him up.

“Don’t worry, Wendy,” John said. “He won’t bother you anymore. You’re free.”

Now that she was free, Wendy tried so hard to remind herself of all the things that Peter has done. But after seeing his attempts to be by her side, it reminded her of the boy she once knew. The boy she fell in love with. Wendy can get over the cruel and heartless Peter Pan, but she could never let go of the boy who she saw just now. The boy who was afraid to lose the one thing he thought he could keep forever. And as much as she wanted to forget his cruelty and sinister being, she wanted to remember the real Peter she knew.

“I need to see him,” Wendy declared.

John looked at her aghast. “Are you mad? No!”

“John, please understand–”

Absolutely not!”

“Please!” her voice grew. “I need to see him!”

John heard the panic in her voice and the desperation in her eyes. He sighed, “Fine, but hurry, the curse is almost upon us.”

—

When Peter was thrown in jail, he roared and tried shaking the bars to break free. He even tried picking up the bench that sat in the cell next by the wall, and started hitting the bars to break free. The noise echoed throughout the whole building along with Pan’s demand to see Wendy.

Neal, Michael, and Hook looked at the teen with slight pity while Rumple relished in his vulnerability and defeat.

"Are you sure these bars can hold him?” Michael yelled while Peter continued to bang the bars.

“Probably not.” Rumple replied with a smile. “But by the time he breaks out of it, the curse would engulf Storybrooke completely.”

This caused an enraged Peter to hit the bars harder. His mind is searching for any possibilities of getting out of Storybrooke and going back to Neverland with Wendy. His panic continued to grow when he starts to realize that there’s no other way. No open doors to go through. It was all so new to him because Peter Pan always finds a way. But this time there is no other way. Peter hit the cell bars once more then slid down against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Oh dear, have you given up?” Rumple mocked.

Peter smirked. “I was just getting warmed up. Look at the damage I’ve caused.” He pointed at the bent cell bars. “Only a few blows then I’ll be free.”

“And by the time you break free we’ll be long gone,” Michael reminded.

Peter’s fists clenched. He was quite well aware and all he could think about was Wendy. He needed to see his Bird before it’s too late.

“Where’s Wendy?” Peter’s voice was dangerously low. “I need to see Wendy.”

“That’s not going to happened, mate.” Hook said. “She’s probably already packing up her things, couldn’t wait to get away from you.”

He growled. “You don’t know my Wendy Bird like I do.”

“SHE’S NOT YOURS!” Michael yelled.

Pan was up from the floor in less than a second and grabbed Michael by the collar of his shirt. His eyes showed pure rage, and the only thing that separated the two was the prison bars.

“SHE’S MINE IN EVERY RIGHT!” Pan claimed and shouted back.

“LET HIM GO!" Wendy yelled when she entered the room along with John.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Wendy.

"Wendy, don’t come any closer!” Michael warned.

“It’s okay, Michael. I need to speak with Pan…alone.”

“What? Wendy no.”

“Forget it,” Neal chimed in.

“Please understand–” Wendy spoke but was interrupted by Rumple.

“Dearie, there’s nothing you can do now.”

“I need to speak with him alone NOW!” She yelled with every ounce of her being.

Everyone looked appalled by the her sudden outburst. They’re so used to seeing her so calm on every situation they didn’t think she would take charge of one.

Her eyes shifted to Pan and she saw that he was smirking at her. His eyes shone with admiration, and he was amused at the stunned look that Rumple had on his face.

“Well,” Pan said, letting go of Michael. “You heard the darling.”

“Wendy–” Michael started.

She lifted a finger at him. Though he may look physically older than her, she was still considered the eldest of her siblings.

“Go. Now.”

Everyone reluctantly left the room.

“Yell if you need us,” Neal stiffly said.

“I’ll be alright.” Wendy assured.

After he left, Wendy now stood face to fact with Peter. Both were quiet, staring intensely at one another for a short while. The heavy silence hung in the air, and both of their emotions were pushed to its peak.

“Don’t let them take you away from me.” He growled.

“Peter,” she swallowed. “You heard the Queen. I don’t belong in your world.”

He suddenly gripped her arms and pulled her closer. “You belong with me!”

She sighed and closed her eyes, shielding herself from his intense gaze “You are so possessive.”

“Of course I am, I’m Peter Pan. Everything is mine and you–” he loosen his hold on her and brought his hand to caress her cheek, “–are mine.”

She opened her eyes to look at him. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and dear Wendy tried to see something different in his eyes like she saw earlier. But he covers up his true emotions too well.

A thought came across her mind, and it’s one she’s contemplated about for a really long time. Tears came into her eyes as she faces the reality of what is going to happen between the two.

“I’m just a possession to you.” She whispered.

He smirked, “What else is there?”

Wendy’s breath shook and her eyes gazed downward. “I-I…I don’t think I could ever truly be yours if your heart does not claim me.”

His smirk dropped. “Now what is that supposed to mean, darling bird.”

“I’m not yours…but you are mine,” she put a heart to his chest and looked up to his guarded eyes “You’re mine because…because I love you.”

His breath constricted because his heart was filled with something so unusual and wonderful. It was rare for the mighty Peter Pan to be overwhelmed with such emotion. He was meant to rule, not to love or be loved.

“You love me, bird?”

She swallowed nervously and nodded. She stroked his cheek with her thumb while her other hand was still on his heart. Wendy could feel the beating of his heart on the surface of his finger tips.

“I forgive you despite of all the things you’ve said and done to me. There were times where we were all happy, and I know you’ve felt something for me just as I have for you.”

He huffed. “What makes you think I love you? You’re just a mere pawn to my game. Nothing but a tool to get what I want.”

Wendy stopped stroking his face, and her hands fell to her sides. She felt like she’d been hit in the gut. She also felt like someone has ripped out her heart and gave it a painful squeeze. Even though she knew his real feelings, it hurt her heart to hear those words coming out from his mouth.

“And look where the game is heading now,” Wendy angrily pointed out. “It’s heading towards a dead end; game over.”

“Even if it’s a game over, there will always be a restart darling.” He winked at her.

She sucked in a breath. “Doesn’t it bother you that I will no longer remember you once the curse takes place?”

Wendy thought she saw something flickered in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

“Why do you think I’ve been trying to break free out of this cage that keeps me captive? I’m angry that I can’t use magic ever since the Dark One extinguished it.”

She glared at him when he changed the subject instead of answering her question. Wendy needed to hear those three words that’s been trying to break free from his heart, but his pride and selfishness built up walls so thick only something stronger than magic could tear those walls down.

Wendy took a step back, but Pan quickly grabbed both of her wrists as if she would disappear out of thin air by the time they no longer touched.

“Is magic all that matters to you?” she asked with a shaky voice. “Do you not love me?”

He hesitated for a second but replied, “Magic is the only love I need.”

She heard what she needed to hear. She was just hoping to hear something else. With the time that was passing by quickly, Wendy knew the one sensitive subject that she promised not to bring up. She knew it will make Peter upset, but with the situation that they’re in she had to bring it up. But before she could even mention it, she once again looked up into his eyes. She memorized the features of his face knowing that she will never she him again.

With the look that Wendy is giving him, Pan didn’t realize he loosen his hold on his bird. He was well aware that her hands were now on both sides of his face, and his Bird dared herself to do something they haven’t done in so long.

When Wendy brought her face closer to his, she closed her eyes and sighed at the contact of her lips wit his. Peter’s arms wrapped around her her waist and tried to bring both of their bodies closer together. It was difficult since the bars of the cell was what separated them, but neither one couldn’t care. They were in each other’s arms for the time being and that’s all that mattered.

Peter tighten his hold on her and deepened the kiss. Wendy happily responded and brought one arm around his back while her hand caressed his face. They moved in together in sync, and Pan had the nerve to pull the bottom of her lip before crashing back into their passionate kiss. It has been too long since they’ve last had an intimate moment, and they were both desperate for each other.

Sadly, Wendy quickly pulled away from the kiss and eventually out of his arms. Her back was facing him because she didn’t want him to see the tears that’s was now falling on her face. Wendy closed her mouth with the palm of her hand and did her best to hold her sobs.

Peter immediately felt empty when Wendy suddenly pulled away from the kiss. He couldn’t see her face, but he noticed that she was shaking and that her breaths her short and rapid. The sight of it sort of brought Peter to set aside his pride, and his instinct told him that something horrible was going to happen besides the curse that was about to take place.

“Wendy…?”

She didn’t turn when he called out to her.

“Wendy Bird,” he called out once more using her familiar nickname.

She didn’t want to turn around and face him. Because if she does, then she won’t be able to let him go. Does she want to let him go? She knew it was pointless even if she tried. So Wendy slowly turned and saw his intense gaze. She saw the different shift in his eyes. Some sort of worry or concern was exposed, and it was all she wanted to see but it was meaningless now. She was going to broke her promise.

“Goodbye, Peter…” she said.

His eyes widened and he scowled. “Wendy…don’t even go there. Take it back! You promised me. You promised!”

She averted his eyes. “I know, but I had to say it.”

“WENDY!” he yelled at her and his gripped on the bars turned his knuckles white. “You know how that word makes me feel. Don’t you remember? Never say goodbye. Because–”

“Because saying goodbye means going away,” she continued. “And going away means forgetting.”

“Take it back!”

“I can’t take it back, Peter! Because this curse is what sealed everything you feared for! I’m saying goodbye because I’m leaving Storybrooke! I’m going away! And once I cross that border, I will no longer remember you! Do you think I want to forget? I want to remember and keep everything in my heart that has happened between us, but I’m going to forget.”

Dread filled the pit of his stomach and he couldn’t say anything. It is what he felt when Regina said Wendy had to leave. It’s what caused him to lash out.

“They can’t take you away from me. You’re mine.”

She laughed bitterly. “I don’t believe that. I cannot truly be yours until your heart truly claims me. And don’t you see? It’s not them who is taking me away…it’s you Pan.”

“Bird…” he said in a breathless whisper.

“WENDY!” Neal barged in. “You have to go now! The curse is coming. Your brothers are waiting at the border with Emma and Henry along with everyone else.”

Wendy looked back at Pan, and she saw the panic in his eyes. This is it; his bird is leaving and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Wendy,” the warning in his voice set Pan off to its peak.

Wendy shook her head and walked backwards to where Neal stood. Her eyes never left Peter’s.

“Wendy! Not a step further!” his voice grew.

The heartbroken girl shook her head. “I’m sorry I broke our promise, but it’s better to face it than to let it chase you all the time.”

“Bird…” his voice cracked. And if Peter is not mistaken, he felt his that a piece of his heart crack too.

“I love you, Peter Pan.” she sobbed. “Goodbye.”

She immediately ran out of the building with Neal.

“NO WENDY! NO! DO NOT SAY GOODBYE!!! WE PROMISED ON THAT BIRD!!! WENDY BIRD!!!”

Peter desperately yelled for his Bird to come back. He did everything to break out of his cell by banging it with the bench he used earlier. Once the bars broke off, he immediately went out of the sheriff’s department and ran to the border of Storybrooke. The green smoke was catching up behind him quickly, so Peter pushed his feet to run faster.

–

Once he was near by the border, Peter saw the crowd and there were many people hugging and saying their goodbyes. But Peter was only focused on one and he had to get to her because he needed to tell her.

“WENDY” he shouted at the top of his lungs and continued running.

When everyone saw Pan, he saw that they quickly rushed Wendy into the car along with her brothers, Emma, and Henry. The curse was just a few meters away, and it would engulf Storybrooke in less than a minute.

He furiously passed the crowd, not giving one glance at them, only to be held back by Hook just when he was about to reach the car.

“GET OFF ME!”

“No can do, mate. It’s for the best.”

When Peter saw the car starting to drive away, he continued his attempts to break free from Hooks grasp, but the pirate was really good with his grip consider that he only had one hand.

Peter’s heart constricted when Wendy, all beautiful with her tear stained face, looked back from the seat of her car. Her palm was pressed to the glass of the bar and she mouthed, “I love you” to him.

“WENDY” he desperately yelled. “I–”

The minute the car already passed the borderline, Peter saw that Wendy had a faded look in her eyes and he knew she already forgotten about Peter Pan.

“NO! I HAVE TO TELL HER!”

The car drove further and further away and Pan continued to thrash around. Neal and Charming help Hook to hold Peter down. Everyone was surprised that Peter had tears in his eyes.

“WENDY!”

“It’s no use, mate. She’s gone.” Hook said.

“I have to tell her that I love her.”

Only Hook, Snow, and Charming looked at the teen with pity and sad eyes. Out of the three, only Hook understood what he was going through because he didn’t get to tell Emma the same thing. And now they’re both gone.

Peter Pan dropped to his knees because the feeling of losing someone was too overwhelming. Now that Peter realizes he loves Wendy, he lost his chance to make her his. She said her goodbye. She has gone away. And she now has forgotten who Peter Pan is.

“What have I done,” Pan said. “I made my Bird flew away from me.”

Then they were all consumed by the curse, and the whole town of Storybrooke disappeared.

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Still bitter about what could have been if the Darlings and the rest of the gang weren’t pushed aside as secondary characters or completely discarded. I mean they would have been amazing, with stuff like Tiger and Peter fighting for Wendy and Rufio just being a dork who finds everything funny 

I was about to do another DarlingPan Social Media (requested) then I wanted to show more characters Instagram, and I was just going to do Tigerlily, Wendy, Peter and Tink but it got outta hand and it wouldn’t all fit in the social media, so I put it here, and now I gotta finish the soical media for DarlingPan

A child is an entity, one of perpetual wonder paired with its innocent inquisitiveness. Of course, this leads to acts that are diagnosed as curiosity wrapped within an infantile sense of logic.

In many cases, the child will grow up fine. The way to be normal would be to have the occasional mishap. The normal lifestyle would result in marrying another who was to be normal. The normal have a white-picket fence with 2.5 children. He or she will have a normal childhood, leading to a normal teenage life, topped with a normal adulthood. It goes without saying that this lifestyle is provided with complimentary normal education, normal friends, and normal relationships.

To be normal was fine, in fact it was wonderful. To have a life of no particular grandeur, a life with a banker or accountant would be normal. You would live not judged by others, unrivaled by few. There are many who live up to the standard of normal.

But of course, there must be exceptions to the iconic status quo.

She was a bird, a swallow, if we must specific. She had a sweet little voice that matched with her honey-golden waves, and cerulean orbs. The voice came out of little pink lips that had perfectly whitened teeth and was framed by rose-tinted cushions on top of an ivory canvas. She was a pretty. She was someone who would understand the benefits of normality. She was someone who would have fit perfectly within the status quo.

She was an exception.

Her body and mind were filled with a durable flightiness that was hidden underneath a mask of a lady. It itched to be free, free so that it may go to the adventures promised in stories. It could have been a survival test within the dunes of the Gobi Desert (sidewalk), or a hunt for the sorcerer that brainwashed the king in the Forbidden City of China (front gates of the school). But she played to part of the obedient daughter. No one would notice. But HE did.

She was not alone.

He was cat, a leper, if we must be precise. He was a charming little boy that had earth-dusted hair that only brought out the olive twinkle in his soul doors. His voice put flutes to shame when words came out of his thin lips that were either in an unbearable smirk, or a sardonic sneer. He was cruelty wrapped in childlike beauty. His jives to the other children showed he had a higher intellect than the others. He would have made a very successful businessman.

But he was an exception.

He watched breathing sac in every room he was in. His eyes gazing without notice from others. He was waiting. He, the hunter, was waiting for his future, the prey. That’s when he saw her. The swallow locked in a cage that was a porcelain doll. His canines gleamed as he smirked with devilry. The leper found his future.

The bird was hiding. But everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the leper caught it.

Let the hunt commence. 

Bird-6, Leper-7

He would never forget that day. An assembly was in session, and so all of the students were required to go into the auditorium. Each class was put into a little spot. Each student in each class was put in a specific order. Everything was organized, and everything was perfect.

Anyone normal would believe that this type of gathering was lovely. Everything was in its place, and everyone knew their place. But the leper was the only one that knew that this picturesque setting was not paradise, but a prison with an exception facade. And a bomb was about to blow any second now. 

If you had not guessed, the bird was the bomb. .

Her back was facing his front. Her posture was erect, while there was not a single stray hair from her perfectly symmetrical pigtails. She sat in a stiff crisscross-applesauce formation, while keeping her hands in her lap, like a good little girl.

She was the perfect 6-year-old, the image of a proper young lady.

So naturally, when he saw a bird that was meant to be free, he did the most noble thing a leper could do to a caged bird. He grasped both pigtails, brought them up to his nose, and inhaled the sweet perfume of honeyed wind. And with a wicked grin that bared his canines, he gave the pigtails a fierce tug as the bird fell backwards.

Forgetting that they were in the auditorium, she swung her head, and gave the best attempt of a right hook a six-year-old would do a smug, self-righteous, pompous dumpster.

A loud crack filled the auditorium as silence soon took over.

As the liquid life streamed down his nose and down his youthful capsule, all he could do was smile like a mad man. His eyes gleamed with maddened success as he relished the new contact from his sweet, sweet bird.

Fore’ there stood the bird, abandoning its sweet siren feathers while donning those of a crazed harpy.

She was never so humiliated in all of her six years of existence. Her face was flushed rosy with humiliation as her eyes shone with righteous indignation and fury. The heart’s cage heaved with invisible fire that shook her entire soul as the teacher grabbed both the leper’s paw and the bird’s wing as he plopped both down to the chairs in front of the head warden’s headquarters. She towards the leper, to see if he had the iota  of decency and humility that bird had there.

The leper did not.

His eyes shone with an unusual glee that the bird had never seen. The usual mulled sage was replaced by a vibrant chartreuse. His chest was also heaving, but not in indignation, but excitement. It was as if his soul had been stolen by a witch, and was replaced by a patient from an asylum. He looked positively mad. His clothes were dyed in his blood, and his face had a growing black splotch in the middle. But here he was, smiling, as if he had seen the future. 

If you had asked him why he was smiling, there is a good chance he would not have given a straight answer. 

He would turn his head to you, and all he would say were these four words: “I want that bird.”

And then he would turn back his head, smiling at the wall with his heretic appearance, and continued staring at the opposite wall.

And all you could do was to suddenly feel cold, because this was the first time that you have ever seen a man within the leper. 

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