Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 31: A loyal traitor

'We had a deal!' I exclaimed, offended that he thought so little of me, like I would just dismiss the fact he betrayed me again as if it meant nothing to him.

'What did you just say?' Pan cautioned and my eyes wandered to Henry's family, in particular the people I trusted the most: Hook and Baelfire.

'Pan, please...' I whimpered, but it was too late. Instead of reacting to my begging, Pan placed his hand over my chest and pulled out my heart. My knees buckled and I collapsed onto the floor in terror, my eyes looking up to meet his.

'Is this really what you were planning, Tiger Lily? Disobeying me? I expected more from you.' He spat disgusted, looking between me and my heart pointedly and my eyes widened with fear.

'Leave me alone!' I said defiantly, my voice just a little squeak compared to what he was saying. 'I didn't do anything wrong, what you're doing to Henry and his family is totally barbaric and-'

I was cut off by an excruciating pain, an unspeaking pressure aching in my chest. I writhed in pain, a shrill scream rising from my mouth as my fingers clutched the space where my heart once was.

'Stop it!' Mary Margaret shrieked in horror, looking at me as though she was mortified by the level of vice and cruelty in Pan.

Peter obeyed and reluctantly unclenched my heart. I collapsed even more to the floor, lying with my cheek pressed against the dirt of the forest floor, breathing heavily with the pain of it all. My eyes flickered open and closed as I desperately tried to get my breath back.

As tears fall from my face, I began to sway. Love shouldn't hurt this way.

'Are you going to kill me?' I whimpered, my voice hoarse and scratchy. Baelfire, Hook and Rumple watched me like they felt the physical pain I was experiencing in their own chests, barely able to watch.

'I have no reason to.' He shrugged. 'I trust this won't happen again and you will return to the camp as if this never happened?'

I nodded once, my eyes never leaving my heart pulsing in his hand. My eyes were defiant against him, showing that I hold no purpose to keep my promise and Pan smiled to show that he had seen this.

'Well...?' He prompted.

'Yes,' I breathed out tightly.

'Yes, what?' Pan asked, smirking down at me and leaning in towards me, so I could feel his breath on my flesh. My finger nails dug into my palms, leaving crescent moon shapes on them.

'Yes... Sir.' I ground out almost painfully and watched as my allies glare at Pan with more vigour than I ever had. Despite the fact that I was older than all of them, there was something inside of them that felt protective over me and hatred for Pan because of my youthful appearence.

Pan smirked, patting my hair slightly as saying, 'Good girl.'

I bristled, trying not to show my utter disgust with him touching my head. He ran his hand across my cheek and I flinched under his touch. Pan smirked, satisfied, feeling the power of his simple touch inside of him.

'Now tell me, Tiger, what exactly did you tell them?' Pan mused, walking around slightly amused. I winced as I saw his fingers hold my heart steadily, waiting for me to defy him. I almost didn't, until I remembered Oliver and the natives and my son, Rumplestiltskin.