Broken~OUAT Peter Pan Fanfiction

The First Date

We arrived at the restaurant, which was big and fancy. The name of it was French, and the outside was decorated with glowing lights and velvet banners. The inside was dimly lit and was accented with rich burgundy wallpaper. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling over tables with white tablecloths. Couples dressed in expensive looking clothing were laughing and clinking their wine glasses. A well-dressed waiter led Pan and I to a table set for two. I fidgeted awkwardly in my seat. I picked up my menu and skimmed through it. After I had chosen what I wanted, I set the menu down and looked across the table at Pan. He set down his menu too, setting his eyes on me. I looked around, drumming my fingers on the tabletop.

"So...what now?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I guess we talk." He answered.

"What do we talk about?" I asked. He shrugged again.

"Anything you want." He replied. I thought for a moment.

"Any luck in finding Emma and Henry?" I asked curiously. He leaned back in his chair and made a frustrated looking face.

"I've narrowed it down to a few apartment buildings in the city." He explained. I nodded, deep in thought.

"What do we do when we find them?" I asked. He sipped from his water glass.

"See if they remember anything. See if they know anything useful." He stated.

"And if they don't?" I prompted, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged slightly again.

"I haven't decided yet." He admitted, swishing his drink around the glass casually.

"We have to bring them back to their family." I said with a hard voice. Pan looked at me, pursing his lips.

"Pan," I began with a serious voice. "We have to bring them back to their family and make them remember."

"Alright, alright." He said, waving his hand dismissively. I smiled triumphantly and sipped from my glass. There was a moment of silence. I ran my hands over my thighs, my mind racing. Well this is awkward, I thought. What are we supposed to talk about? I stared at Pan for a moment. His eyes were running over the restaurant and the people, looking disinterested. I tilted my head. He looks different, I thought. He's acting different too. He's attempting to act normal. For what though? For me? This is technically our first date. I'm starting to like him this way. My thoughts were interrupted when I realized that Pan was staring directly at me. His face was emotionless, like he was trying to read my mind. Does he get annoyed when I call him Pan? Is Peter even his real name? I remembered when we were at Skull Rock with Rumpleskiltskin. Why do you think I call myself Peter Pan? He had said. What is his real name?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.

"What's your real name?" I asked suddenly, getting to the point. His eyes widened a little, taken aback.

"What?" He said nervously.

"What's your real name? I know it's not Peter. Remember what you said at Skull Rock?" I said. He looked down at his silverware, the memory resurfacing.

"Why the sudden interest?" He asked suspiciously. I shrugged.

"I'm curious." I admitted. He raised an eyebrow, staring me down. I wiggled my eyebrows, making fun of him. He sighed.

"I'll tell you my real name, if you agree to call me Peter from here on out." He negotiated. I quirked an eyebrow.

"Alright." I said, leaning back in my chair. He smirked.

"So, what is it?" I pressed. He sighed.

"Malcolm." He said finally. I raised my eyebrows a bit.

"Malcolm?" I repeated. He nodded.

"Why did you change it?" I asked. He pursed his lips as his eyes ran over the couples sitting at the tables and the waiters bustling about.

"It's the name my parents gave me. I didn't want to remember it anymore." He said with an emotionless voice, avoiding my eyes. I eyed him curiously.

"How long were you on Neverland?" I asked. He glanced at me, exploring my curious face.

"I've lost count of the years." He admitted, bringing his glass to his lips.

"Were you lonely?" I couldn't help but blurt out. He choked on his water.

"What?" He stuttered.

"Were you ever lonely? Living all those years on the island. I know you had the Lost boys, but were you ever lonely?" Peter eyed me. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. His eyes looked exhausted, and he looked older than I had ever seen him.

"You ask things I have never thought about before." He said quietly. I chuckled.

"Maybe that's why you like me." I joked, laughing softly.

"Maybe." He replied. The look he was giving me made a small smile creep across my face before I even noticed.
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"That is the worst joke I have ever heard!" I exclaimed in-between laughs. My head was tilted back as I shrieked with laughter. Peter was cackling loudly, his eyes rimmed with tears.

"Wait, wait I've got a better one." He said, trying to compose himself.

"What happened the the cow that jumped over the barbed wire fence? Udder destruction." Peter said. I practically exploded with laughter. It wasn't even that funny, but I was so loopy with laughter that I couldn't help but keep laughing. I wiped the water from the corners of my eyes. The couples sitting around us were staring, but I didn't care.

"Who knew that Peter Pan told jokes so stupid they were funny." I said. Empty plates sat in front of us, and we were waiting to pay the bill. Peter paid, and we left the restaurant. On the cab ride back, we talked more than we had ever talked before. We talked about random things I never thought I'd be able to talk to him about. When we reached the hotel, we took our time walking up to the room.

"I had fun tonight." I said with a smile. Peter smiled genuinely back at me, and seeing his smile only made me smile more.

"Me too." He answered. He unlocked the room and I entered it, kicking my heels off. Peter shrugged off his jacket. I noticed that he had a small leaf tangled in his hair.

"Hang on, you've got something in your hair." I said, reaching up and touching the leaf. Peter was staring at me with a peculiar expression. I picked the leaf out, but kept my hand where it was. I twirled his soft brown waves in-between my fingers. I looked into his eyes, and he stared right back at me. Without really thinking, I slid my hand down to his neck and connected our lips. He made a startled sound against my mouth, but reacted immediately. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he put his hands on my waist. My heart pounded in my chest as he pulled our bodies closer together. I framed his face as he ran his hands through my hair. My heart was pounding so loud that I thought it might burst. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss. His mouth was soft and hot on mine, and after a while we broke away. Shaky breaths escaped my lips, and then Peter was hugging me and I was hugging him back. I buried my face in his neck as I tried to calm my rapid heartbeat.

"Ava?" He whispered. I could hear the quivering in his voice.

"Yes?" I whispered, a ghost of a voice.

"You know I love you, right?" He said. The corner of my mouth quirked, and I squeezed him tighter.

"I know." I replied. There was a moment of silence, and I knew he was expecting me to say something. I pulled away from his neck and put my mouth by his ear.

"And there might be a chance that I'm in love with you too." I whispered like it was secret. I felt his smile. An invisible weight lifted off of my heart, and I exhaled. We pulled away and stared into each other's eyes.
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I quickly changed into my pajamas, leaving the bathroom and settling into bed. I pulled the covers over me and Peter smiled at me. His shirt was off, and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I rested my head on the pillow and Peter's arms wrapped around me from behind. I felt his body heat seep through my back. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to Peter's steady heartbeat. I was in love with a boy who had stopped hearts and liked it, but I had never felt safer in someone's arms.

Finally right!!! They love each other yay! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Vote and comment! :D