Out of the Darkness (TW/OUAT crossover)

Chapter 11

The group of four, one unconscious and being carried, ran through the forest trying to put as much distance between them and Pan. They made it to a clearing, far enough from Pan, and Stiles slowed down to a stop.

"Alright can we just take a breath?" Stiles said, causing the other two to halt. "God, I didn't do this much running in lacrosse."

"It's fine, we're far enough away," Neil huffed, placing Henry down against a tree, the young boy still under the effects of the sleeping spell.

"Good, then we can talk about what Pan said," Neil said, turning to the other man.

"It was nothing, just Pan trying to play another one of his games," he tried to blow it off. "What I'd like to know, is how you weren't effected by the spell."

Stiles saw that the attention was now on him, "What?"

"I cast a very powerful spell that put everyone in the area asleep. Pan wasn't effected because his very powerful magic protected him. So, for you to not be asleep right now, you need just as powerful or more powerful magic. And from what I'm sensing right now, it's the latter option. So, it begs the question, who are you?"

"My name is Stiles Stilinski," Stiles said, taking a few steps closer to Neil. "Who are you guys?"

"Rumplestiltskin, and no that's not all, is it," Rumplestiltskin said. "Who are you?"

Stiles sighed, "I'm apparently the son of this woman named Regina."

"Ah," Rumple sighed. "So that explains the magic, I'm guessing your father must have been a magic user as well. But there's something else."

Rumple made a pull motion with his hand an orange outline came out of him. Stiles raised a hand and the outline did the same, "This is trippy," Stile said.

Rumple waved his hand over the outline and a ball of darkness appeared in the head of the outline, "What's this?" Rumple muttered to himself. "You have a great deal of darkness in you."

"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked confused, but he had a gut feeling he knew what Rumple was talking about.

"There's darkness in you, but it's in your head and not your heart, there is or was something inside of you."

At Rumple's words, Stiles froze, his heart rate starting to pick up. his body started getting heavy and he began to feel dizzy, all the noise around him beginning to get fuzzy.

"Please, please stop talking," Stiles said, struggling to stay standing.

"Kid?" Neil asked, grabbing Stiles' shoulder. "You alright."

"No," Stiles was now breathing heavily, he fell to the ground, staring to have a panic attack.

"Stiles, you need to breath," Neil instructed.

"Yeah, yeah breath," Stiles said, curling up and began counting his own fingers.

"You know what, enough of this," Neil demanded, spinning around to Rumple. "You're dodging the question, what did Pan mean?"

While the father and son duo fought, Stiles was focused on his hands, counting each finger as he attempted to calm himself down. The memories of his time as the Nogitsune flashed through his head, the memories that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. Eventually he got up once he calmed down enough and turned to the other two, only to see that Rumple had been frozen the same way Neil froze Pan.

"Can't exactly trust you," Neil said before grabbing Henry. "You coming Stiles."

"Um, sure," Stiles said and followed the older man.

"Goodbye papa," Neil gave Rumple those parting words before the two made there way away from the dark sorcerer.

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"So that's your dad, who's the dark one an incredibly powerful dark magic user, and we left him behind why again?" Stiles was very confused over the whole thing. 

"Because there's a prophecy that says Henry will be his undoing and knowing him, he will get rid of anything and anyone that threatens him and his power," Neil explained briefly. 

"Ah, so your dad's kind of a dick," Stiles concluded.

Neil snorted, but didn't comment. They continued through the forest and find their way into a clearing, where a camp had already been set up.

"Someone already got here?" Stiles observed.

"Yeah, Emma has to be here," Neil said, putting Henry down.

"Who?" Stiles asked.

Rustling in the forest caught Stiles attention, both he an Neil looked around for whatever was stalking the two of them. The two watched in horror as Lost Boys came out of the forest, surrounding them easily.

"You came so close," Pan said, walking out in front of the boys. "Missed them by a hair, but a hair too short. Thought I taught you better Bae, don't break into a place unless you know the way out."

"Yeah I'll remember that next time."

"Oh Bae," Pan chuckled, but there was no humor in her voice. "There isn't going to be a next time."

Phelix then stepped forward and hit Neil over the head with a club. The attention then shifted to Stiles, who had been trying to figure out how to get out of this.

"Come on Stiles," Pan tilted his head. "No comment this time."

Stiles' breathing picked up a bit as the pain in his head returned again, "No, no I'm not going back."

The pain increased but instead of trying to suppress and stop the aching, he dug deep and just let go. A grey fog then came from the ground and surrounded him completely. Stiles coughed when the smoke cleared, only to find that he was in a different location, a location that included him being in front of a few very shocked people. People that definitely weren't Lost Boys.

"Um, hi?" Stiles asked cautiously.

The man dressed in full leather and another man in much more normal looking clothes pulled out swords and held them up at Stiles in a defensive manor. A woman with a short pixie cut loaded an arrow in her bow and aimed at Stiles.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" The one dressed in leather asked. "You don't look much like a Lost Boy."

"Guys wait," a familiar blonde tried to stop them.

"Put your weapons down!" A voice cried behind Stiles. He spun around to see a woman run up in front of him, between him and the other four. "He's not a Lost Boy."

The woman turned and faced Stiles. Stiles' eyes widened as he immediately recognized her, "R-Regina?"

"Damian," Regina said breathlessly and pulled him in for a tight hug, refusing to let go.

Stiles didn't know what to do, so he just awkwardly put his arms around him, not completely sure how to react yet. Regina released her hug around him but held his face in her hands.

"Are you alright?" she asked, tears pricking her eyes in her happiness to see he was alright.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," He said, slowly pulling her hands off his face.

Regina's smile faltered a bit before she turned back to the others, "Um, this is Stile's everyone, my son."