you were no stranger to Neverland. in fact, you were rather familiar with the island, and the leader of said island.

for years you worked hand in hand with Peter, helping him with the Lost Boys, hunting, swimming, training, never growing up together.

until Killian arrived, offering you a way out of the island. after much internal consideration you took him up on his offer, going to a place called Storybrook.

you never imagined going back, not after finding the wonders of the real world. wonders Peter would find to be rubbish.

yet, you were back. on the Jolly Rodger, sailing with Snow, Charming, Regina, Rumple, Killian, and the saviour Emma herself to find and rescue Henry.

“you know he’ll be there” Hook said to you gently as he took in your expression.

when the Jolly Rodger came to shore and camp was established, you went off to collect berries and perhaps catch a rabbit or two when a familiar swoosh of magic came from behind you.

“I almost thought my senses deceived me” Peter said, standing against a tree with his arms crossed. “your presence— back on the island, flowers bloomed around my tent again. I never thought I would gaze upon you again”