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Ugly Duckling | Chapter 2

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We were running to catch Greg and Tamara, when they opened a portal to God knows where, and jumped in, taking Henry with them.

"No! No!" Emma shouted while David, her father, stopped her from jumping into what was only ocean now. "We have to follow them! There has to be a way!"

"Not only do we not know where they went, but Hook stole the last bean!" Regina growled

"I don't care!"

"Without it, there's no way to follow"

"There has to be," I argued. "We can't just let the, take Henry!"

"They've taken Henry?" Gold asked as he and Belle showed up.

"Yeah. You're the Dark One. Do something." David threatened.

"Gold, help us." Emma all but begged.

"There's no way." he shook his head, 'I spent a lifetime trying to cross worlds to find my son. There's no way in this world without a portal."

"So that's it? He's gone forever?" I asked, defeated.

"I refuse to believe that." Regina looked ready to kill.

"What is that?" Belle looked past us, into the harbor.

"Hook."

~~~~~

"What the hell are you doing here?" Emma asked as Hook stepped off his boat.

"Helping."

"Well, you're too late." Regina hissed.

"Am I?" He raised an eyebrow in her direction.

"I thought you didn't care about anyone but yourself."

"Maybe I just needed reminding that I could."

"Enough waiting around," Regina urged, stepping towards the Jolly Roger, "let's go."

"Go? Where? I thought we were saving the town." Hook asked, confused.

"We already did." David scoffed.

"We need to get Henry." I explained, "Greg and Tamara took him through a portal."

"Well, I offer my ship and my services to help follow them."

"Well that's great, Hook, but how do we track them?" Regina asked.

"Leave that to me." Gold interjected, "I can get us to where we need to go."

"Well, let's do it." Mary Margaret gave a curt nod and we followed her onto the ship.

~~~~~

"So, are you done trying to kill me?" Gold looked at Hook.

"I believe so."

"Excellent. Then you can live." He magic-ed as weird globe into his hand and pricked his finger, his blood dripped onto its surface and showed him an image.

"Where is that? Where did they take Henry?" Regina pushed.

"Neverland."

Emma gave Hook the bean and he chucked it into the water. Pulling the strap of my Jessenger bag close, I gripped part of the rigging, something told me this want going to be a smooth ride.

~~~~~

Not long after we arrived in the Never-sea, Gold fricked off on his own. Told us to stay where we were and he'd get Henry and get back.

It'd been almost an hour when there was a thud against the side of the ship. The ship began to rock as Snow and David tried to keep it steady.

"What is it a shark?" Emma asked.

"A Kraken?" David added.

"Worse," Killian corrected, taking the helm, "Mermaids!"

"Mermaids?!" Emma shouted.

"Yes, and they're quite unpleasant."

"You think? snapped as one of the mermaids hit the boat.

"I'll try and outrun them."

"How many of them are there?!" Emma looked over the rail and the screeching increased.

Regina managed to catch one and throw a fireball at the water where the rest of them were, effectively scaring them off.

As the rest of them bickered about what to do, the mermaid blew into a shell, summoning a storm. As the heroes fought, the storm got worse until Emma realized what was happening. The fighting was making the storm worse and to stop them and get their attention, she jumped off the side of the ship.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to save her since she nearly drowned. Once she was back on the boat the storm had stopped altogether, but the Jolly Roger was too damaged to keep going. So we got it close enough to shore that it wouldn't capsize and waded our way to shore.

Cold and wet, we clambered onto the beach, and they started going at each other... again.

Emma gave a small speech and we were off to find Henry.

We started a trek to a high peak where we would be able to see where Pan's camp was.

"Jesus, it's hot." I huffed, pulling off my hoodie and tying it around my waist.

"You alright?" Mary-Margaret asked, falling back to walk next to me.

"Just a little floored, it's been an exciting couple of hours." I laughed.

~~~~~

Well, the ridge turned out to be a bust since, in the past thirty years, it'd grown a bit. We backtracked a bit and made camp.

It was when you tried to sleep on Neverland that you realized it was impossible. The thick air was filled with the sobs and cries of lost boys. Only, the adults couldn't seem to hear it. I pressed my head against the rock I was leaning against and pushed my headphones against my ears.

I watched Emma get up, and I gave her a questioning look.

"Going for a quick walk," She mouthed and I nodded, leaning my head back against the rock and shutting my eyes.

She was gone for a moment when I felt eyes on me. I glanced around and didn't see anything, then Emma stormed back into camp with a paper in her hand.

Somewhere on the paper, there was a map that would reveal itself when Emma accepted 'who she really was.'

She and the rest of the group worked on that while I kept an eye around the camp.

Maybe I wandered a bit further from the group than I should have, but this was the last thing I expected.

A sharp yelp bubbled out of my throat in surprise. It was until a few seconds after that I cried out a pained "Shit!"

A spear was pinning me to a tree THROUGH my left shoulder, and blood was beginning to drip from where it stabbed me. A lost boy stepped out from behind a tree, a dark smirk on his lips.

"What the actual Fuc-... Ah!" Yelling hurt worse than I thought it would.

The fucker started laughing, "Poor little girl! Did I hit you?"

"Little gi- Bitch you fucking IMPALED ME!"

"Well, that's what you get coming to Neverland." He got up in my face and before I could slap the smile off his face he grabbed the spear and pressed up.

A scream ripped through me and I instinctively kneed him in the crotch. He let go and dropped to the ground.

"You little bitch!" He pulled out a knife and went to stab my thigh when someone caught his arm.

"What do you think you're doing?!" An unfamiliar voice hissed. They pulled the boy to his feet, turning their back to me as they reprimanded him. "You know Pan wants them alive!"

"Yea but she-"

"You wanna piss off Pan?" They, who I assumed was another Lost boy, grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "Now get out of here, I'll clean up your mess."

He threw the boy into the dirt and the shorter one scurried away.

With an annoyed sigh, the new lost boy turned back to me. He was pale, had light blonde hair, and had a club by his side. He studied me for a moment before pressing his hand into my right shoulder.

"This is gonna hurt." He muttered before gripping the spear and harshly pulling it out of my shoulder.

"FUCK!" I fell into his chest and the hand that held me still wrapped around my waist.

The moment his skin touched mine we both went rigged and goosebumps erupted across my body. The world froze.

He was so much taller than me, I felt so small this close to him. The clunk of the spear against the ground pulled me back to reality.

I hissed in pain as I pressed my hand to the hole in my shoulder that was now gushing blood. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" My mind was racing, tears falling from my eyes, as I tried to figure out what to do since at this rate I was gonna bleed out, and fast.

I could barely come up with a coherent thought when I suddenly lifted into someone's arms. I looked up, wide-eyed, to see the face of the same lost boy, his hood falling back. His eyes were such a pretty shade of gray, they flickered to me.

"What?" He snapped, and I realized I was staring.

I looked away as it began to pour.

He cursed and made a sharp turn, heading into a cave in a nearby cliffside.

He all but dropped me on the cold ground and went to make a fire, muttering about how this was going to be a while. My eyes wandered my surroundings until everything started to become fuzzy and my head started to spin. I looked down at my blood-soaked clothes and my eyelids began to feel really heavy.

"Hey!" I felt someone shake me and I struggled to look at them. "Open your eyes damn it!"

I groaned and went to push them away, but my arms felt like lead.

They grabbed my face and growled, "Wake up!"

I managed to open my eyes and met the face of the blonde lost boy, frustration filling his beautifully stormy eyes. I was light-headed and the word 'Pretty' slipped out without a second thought. His eyebrows scrunched and his hand let go of my face, moving to my injured shoulder.

*3rd Person P.O.V.*

He pulled his knife from its sheath and cut her sweatshirt up the middle. He watched as confusion grew in her glassy eyes, the bloodless would kill her if he didn't work fast. He peeled the sweater off her, leaving her in just her sports bra, and tore the, mostly, clean sleeve into a makeshift bandage.

After efficiently wrapping the wound, he pulled her to rest against him as he tied the bandage off in the back. He went to move away but froze when she made a small noise and nuzzled into his neck. That when he realized the position he put himself in. It'd been a very long time since he's been this close to a girl, let alone one this cute, and half-naked.

As carefully as he could, he took off his cloak and spread it on the ground before gently laying her on it.

He sat across the fire from her and watched her breathing as thunder cracked over Neverland. Something inside him hurt like he was missing something he'd never noticed missing before.

*Bradey's P.O.V.*

I woke up on the cold floor of the cave, the events leading up to me getting there a little fuzzy. I noticed my favorite sweatshirt torn up and bloody on the floor, and there was a shirt draped over me. I sighed and sat up, pain shooting through my left should. I winced as I pulled the shirt on, it smelled like campfire, pine, and something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I liked it. Snatching up the remains of my hoodie, I started back for camp.

"And where did you wander off too, love?" Hook asked as I trudged back into camp. "And what in the Hell are you wearing?"

"Long story," I huffed, leaning against a tree to catch my breath.

"There you are!" Mary-Margret fussed, coming over to check on me. She gasped when she saw the tattered shirt in my hands. "What happened? Where's all this blood come from?!"

I pushed down the shoulder of the shirt I was wearing to show her the bloodied bandages, "Must've wandered into target practice," I smirked before my knees gave out.

"Bloody Hell," Hook caught me and sat me on the ground, while Mary-Margret quickly got Regina who started healing.

"You'll still have a scar, but you'll live," She explained and I thanked her. "How did you already not die? This wound is hours old."

"I think one of the Lost Boys helped me." I said, "I'm not sure, the details kind of got lost on the blood loss."

"And that's his shirt?" Hook motioned to what I was wearing.

"I guess so. It's actually pretty comfy." I admitted.

*3rd Person P.O.V."

"So how was your little adventure, playing nurse?" Pan asked, appearing next to Felix, not far from camp.

"You said you wanted them alive."

"You're not wearing a shirt." Pan pointed out. "I want them alive for now. Don't go getting attached, Felix."

The taller boy's eyes narrowed, "I'm not."

"Keep it that way."

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