Pan wouldn't let Hermione out of his sight. Even when she was with Felix he was watching. He trusted the boys with her but he felt safer if she was with him. So Hermione was forced to go to skull rock late at night.

Hermione froze at the familiar shouts. She could hear her father. Being curious she went to look, she hadn't seen him since the previous night. "Stay." Pan plead. He took her hand, "I need you safe." Hermione stayed, willingly. The two waited. Peter had his back turned. Hermione was facing the entrance, Pan's arms wrapped around her torso. Keeping her from harm's way. "Hello Laddie." Pan said as he turned, keeping a firm hold on Hermione. "I see you've come bearing gifts." Hermione stayed a fair distance away from the man. Rumple terrified her. "Where is Henry?" Hermione took a step back as the man spoke, "Oh you mean my great grandson? Have you still not told them who I am." Pan began to walk up to the hour glass, closely pulling Hermione along with him.

"Not even your own son. Why?" "Because your nothing but a coward to me." Peter chuckled, "We both know if that was true I'd be in that box." Hermione saw Rumple glance at her, "You don't think I can do it? You let me inn here to taunt me." Pan shook his head, "No, I wanted to see you again. To give you one last chance. Stay with me. Let this all go. Let's start over." Rumple smirked, "Do you really think I want to be with you?" He glared at Hermione. "I know she's your weakness papa." Hermione stared. "Leave her out of this. Come with me, with us." The Dark One shook his head. "Do you really think I could forgive you? After you abandoned me." "I'm disappointed Rumple." Pan turned to look at the hour glass, but Hermione's gaze never left the older man. "After all these years I thought you'd be more, understanding. Considering that you abandoned your son for the power of the Dark One."

"You traded Baelfire for the power of a dagger. And I traded you for youth. We're more alike than you care to admit." Rumplestiltskin frowned, "We are nothing alike." "Course we're are. it's nothing to be ashamed of. Neither one of us was cut out to be a father Rumple." "I regretted leaving my son, the moment I let him go!" The Dark One seethed. "I spent my life trying to find him, to get him back. And what did you do? You forgot about me."

Peter dropped Hermione's hand as he took a few steps forward. "I never forgot about you!" he yelled as he grew angrier. "Why do you think I call myself Peter Pan?" Rumple let out a dry chuckle, "Don't think for a moment, that I believe it's because you care for me." Hermione watched the two, "But I do." fear laced his voice. "All you have to do is put down that box. And you'll see it's true. We can have that fresh start you always wanted. Together. Just as we planned." Peter held out his hand for his son to take. Hermione smiled slightly. " Oh I'm going to get my fresh start, just not with you."

Rumple began circling this hand over the box, attempting to open it. Hermione joined Peter as he chuckled. She rested her head on his shoulder as she watched. "I don't understand." Hermione then spoke up. "Cause you don't have it." She sneered as she handed Peter the real Pandora's box. "You switched them." Rumple gasped. "Still having trouble believing? Here in Neverland all you have to do is think of something to have it, even something fake." Hermione watched the box carefully as Peter held it up. "Well the real one, let's see what it can do." Pan copied the same action from his son. Within an instant the box opened, consuming Rumple in red smoke. "I'm sorry Rumple, you had your chance." Hermione shook her head. "The choice was yours." Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "He's gone?" Peter nodded. "He's gone."