Storybrooke had always been a boring little town with few things to do, and even fewer people. No one new ever visited, but not many people left. It was strange if you thought about it- no one who were residents there left. Ever. The people of the town were used to the eeriness of the bay-side town however. So when two new people entered the town Sophia and Elizabeth found it quite odd.
Sophia and Elizabeth were sisters, twin sisters, but they didn't really look that much alike. Sophia had jade green eyes like their mother, long dark curly tresses for hair, and pointy ears like their father. She was the strong and tougher one of the two, not by much though. Elizabeth on the other hand had a doe-like complexion, a small frame, soft blond curly hair like their mother and ocean blue eyes like their father. But don't mistake her for sweet or soft, because she can be a real spitfire sometimes.
They had lived in Storybrooke their whole life – which was 16 years– just like their parents and grandparents. Their parents were Emma Swan and Killian Jones. They had an older brother, Henry. He had another father then the twins did. Neal was his name, but he left their mother before he even knew she was pregnant. He left town because he was sick of his malicious father, and she didn't want to come with him. Three years later she met their father and they've been together ever since.
Sophia and Elizabeth always found trouble and adventure without even realizing it in their little town. Henry would sometimes join them, other times he tried to be responsible and stop them as their older brother. It depended on what they were planning on doing, and what accidently found them.
However, this time it was trouble who sought them out. Two strangers had entered the town, and were acting quite strange for normal standards. They would appear out of thin air wherever Henry was, and then just disappear again. The twins had this off feeling about the situation. So when suddenly Henry went missing Sophia and Elizabeth took matter in their own hands.
As they searched the town they noticed Greg and Tamara – the new people in town – acting odd again. So they followed them, and they ended up at the docks, hiding behind an old boat on a trailer. Tamara and Greg had Henry. His wrists were bound together with a translucent white Ty-rap.
"We should get back and tell Mum and Dad," Elizabeth whispered as they watched Greg talking to Tamara while holding Henry's arm tightly, probably painfully.
"Shush," Sophia whispered back. "Elizabeth, I can't hear a thing that they're saying."
"That's because we're too far away, Soph," They had their 'mission' at hand; the twins focus was on the two people stealing their brother. Either way, Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Sophia held her hand up, and narrowed her eyes.
"What is she holding?" she mused, pointing at Tamara who had a weird looking bean in her hand. By the distance they could only see that the sunlight reflected off of the opal colored bean.
"I really think we should tell Mum and Dad."
"It's already too late for that," Sophia mumbled as she saw Tamara throw the bean into the water.
Their eyes widened when the water swirled green, and some sort of portal started to form in the bay. She looked back at the three and saw them taking both Henry's arms, forcing him to jump into the whirlpool like thing. "Come on!"
Sophia took Elizabeth's hand and stood, rushing over to them.
"Let him go," Elizabeth snarled as she came to stand beside Sophia.
"Or what?" Tamara laughed with a cocky smile forming on her lips.
"Elizabeth, Sophia, get away from here before they take you too!" Henry screamed at them in terror. "Get Mom and Dad."
"We're not leaving you," Sophia yelled back in reply to her older brother.
"That isn't such a bad idea, actually," Greg piped in. "our boss would probably be pleased if we bring those two with us."
Tamara looked at the twins wickedly, having made up her mind about the two of them. "I'll take care of them, you take the boy."
Greg nodded and pushed Henry into the water before jumping in himself.
"No!" They both screamed as Henry disappeared into the green swirling portal. Tamara took this moment to grab both their wrist- one in each hand, and pull them with her over the edge of the docks. Sophia lost her balance and fell right into it, just like Elizabeth. Tamara still smiling evilly as everything around them changed.
The water smelt of sea minerals, fish, and an intoxicatingly strong amount of salt. Almost to the point where to the two twins wanted to gage from the smell. The harbor disappeared. The sky was replaced with a cover of green that came from the water portal, and there was absolutely no evidence that the teenagers lived there. Besides their soaked cloths that they sported, of course.
The next moment Sophia found herself on a sandy beach with her sister right next to her. She pushed herself up, while still looking around. She glanced at Elizabeth, and she was doing the same as well. The two came to a conclusion; this wasn't Storybrooke, or Earth for that matter either. The girls saw Henry and Greg already standing a few feet away from them, but they were dry. Only the twins seemed to land into the water after they landed. It wasn't fun, the salt itched everywhere.
Suddenly she felt Tamara take her hands, binding them together with Ty-raps just like she did with Henry. She tried to yank her hands lose but it was no use, she was already bound together with the nasty little piece of plastic. It was a little too tight for her liking though as it cut into her flesh. Which then with the struggling created red marks on her delicate olive skin. Tamara did the same with Elizabeth, who looked like she appreciated it just as much as Sophia did. If looks could kill…
"Where the hell are we?" Sophia asked as she stood up fully. Her shoes were squishy from the water, and that made her mood even worse because there is nothing worse than that soggy feeling pressing into your skin.
"Neverland," Tamara said shortly, as she started looking through her beg.
"Neverland?" Elizabeth repeated in her normally accented voice, and stood up as well off the muddy-sand. "Neverland is an island in a fairytale. It's not real!"
"No, it's real all right," Greg said bored while, Tamara started fumbling with something that looked like a 1990's walky-talky. "We took you here because we want to destroy magic, and the home office told us that this kid here was important enough that we needed him here." He clapped Henry on his shoulder who just stepped away from him and over to them, standing protective before them.
"Then send them back, you don't need them," Henry snarled at them.
"Greg, I'm not getting a signal on this thing," Tamara said, ignoring Henry completely. Greg took the walky-talky from Tamara, flipping it over.
"Have you checked the batteries?" He asked and pulled open the place where batteries were supposed to be, but only found the same yellowish sand that covered the land were the coast-line was. "What the…?!"
"Looks like the home office doesn't want to be contacted," Sophia joked from behind Henry. Elizabeth snickered while Greg and Tamara glared at them.
"Shut up and start walking," Greg snarled, walking over to them while pushing them forward harshly. Henry glared at the man as they began walking. Sophia and Elizabeth came to walk on either sides of Henry. Elizabeth on his right and Sophia on his left.
"What are we going to do?" Elizabeth whispered under her breath.
"Stay calm," Henry whispered, looking at both of them. "don't do anything stupid."
Sophia rolled her eyes. "As if we ever do anything stupid."
"No talking," Tamara said over her shoulder. Sophia huffed in annoyance as they kept walking. After they found a clearing they stopped and Greg started gathering rocks, sticks, and leaves. While he was busying himself with building a fire, Sophia and Elizabeth looked around. They were taking in their surroundings to find a way to escape. She would think about the whole, 'this-being-Neverland-thing' after they were away from these lunatics.
"Making s'mores?" Henry asked Greg as he started the fire.
"No," he said unamused, standing up and looking around. "I'm sending a signal to the home office. Gather some dry leaves and twigs, we need to get this fire bigger."
"But what if she's right," Tamara said, suddenly sounding a bit nervous. "what if the empty communicator wasn't an accident."
"Don't let those kids get into your head."
Everyone's head snapped up when they heard ruffling from a bush. Sophia looked up to see a tall boy casually walk over to them. Her sister did the same thing, but she wasn't as focused on the hooded boy as Sophia. The boy's hood shielded most of his face, and Sophia was curious. More and more boys started to come out. They were completely surrounded.
"Who are you?" Greg asked the boy warily.
The boy grinned, tilting his head so that she could see his face clearly now. There was a scar on his face, starting on the right side of his forehead, going between his eyebrows, and down the left side of his cheek. Sophia sucked in a breath as he came closer.
"We're the home office," his voice was deep, sending a shiver down her spine. "Welcome to Neverland."
"The home office… is a bunch of teenagers?" Tamara asked unbelieving.
Sophia tilted her head, stepping away from beside Henry and closer to Elizabeth. "There not teenagers," she said, looking at them closely.
"They're the Lost Boys," Elizabeth finished, stepping forward as well. They did that a lot, finishing each other's sentences.
"Probably much older than you by now," Sophia said to Tamara, earning another glare from her, and a look to stay quiet from her brother. The boy with the scar then looked at her, their eyes meeting and she could have sworn she saw his grin fall a bit. From where Sophia was standing she could just make out the color of his eyes, a mesmerizing grey color that again made her shiver all over again.
He looked away from her and said, "Look at that…" Choosing to focus in Henry instead.
"But why do the Lost Boys wanted to destroy magic?" Henry asked them a bit confused.
"Who said we wanted to destroy magic?" The boy's drawl was still strong, and held no waver.
"That was our mission," Greg said, stepping forward.
"So you were told, yeah." He looked past at her, then at the twin's brother, and then at her blond sister again. However, it looked like he was avoiding making eye contact with her. But why? "Now tell me, why are there two girls, and a boy instead of just one boy?"
"These are his sisters," Greg explained. "we thought they could be of use."
"I'm sure we can find a place for them," the boy mused. "now hand them over."
"Not until you tell us the plan," she started walking closer to them, standing somewhat protective before them. "about magic, about getting home."
The boy's smirk grew and he looked at the ground, stepping a half step closer before looking up again, his face turning serious. "You're not getting home."
"Then you're not getting the kids," Greg said, trying to sound threatening – and failing in doing so – while stepping back.
Again, the boy grinned, breathing a laugh through his nose. "Of course we are."
A sudden wind came rushing their way, and a shade like figure appeared from the stale sky. Henry and the twins stepped backwards as the shadow figure started ripping away Greg's own shadow. Greg fell to the ground, the shadow taking his with the figure. Tamara turned to them, her expression panicked.
"Run!" she yelled at them. They didn't have to be told twice and took off, not knowing where to.
"Get them," she heard the scarred boy say before they disappeared into the thick jungle. They ran and ran as fast as they could. She could hear the Lost Boys behind them, chasing them like some kind of hunt, like animals.
"Hurry!" Henry said to her and Elizabeth. They were close behind them until suddenly a hand came out, pulling her and her sister into the bushes. Henry saw this and followed them immediately. Not wanting the twins to be alone. They sat quietly as the Lost Boys passed them. Sophia let out a breath of relief and relaxed before tensing again, only now seeing the unwelcomed boy sitting before them.
"Who are you?" Henry asked, sitting a little more upright, always playing the protective older brother. "Are you another Lost Boy?"
The boy looked between them, confused for a second before he grabbed a jagged rock, and started working on their plastic bindings. "I was, but I escaped, and now they're after me too."
"Who are you?" Sophia asked, repeating Henry's question. The boy cut through Elizabeth's binding, and helped them up. Although the actions of the boy didn't sway the twins. They knew something was up. Elizabeth looked enabled with the dirty blond haired boy however. Sophia knew her sister to well not to know that look that the blond twin sported on her face. It was the same look that Sophia had when they say the hood scar boy.
"No time for questions, we have to keep moving," he said. His voice was accented in an English tint- just a little different than their father's. Before the siblings could address anything else with the native, he starting to run. Henry and Elizabeth followed close behind, and Sophia did too when she heard the Lost Boys come closer again- not to mention the tug that she felt from her blond twin. There was just something about this boy that gave her a weird feeling in her guts, as if he wasn't who he said he was. Elizabeth had a similar feeling, but pushed it down to keep from being caught.
She decided to ignore it for now like her sister, and ran as fast as she could after them. She could hear the Lost Boys running after them, and she immediately fastened her pace. After what felt like forever they stopped in a small clearing.
"I think we lost them," The boy said.
"We lost the Lost Boys," Elizabeth laughed a bit out of breath. The boy raised an eyebrow at her, clearly not getting her joke or acting like he didn't get it.
"Could we rest for a second?" Henry asked as he sat down on a log. The boy nodded, looking around and licking his lips a bit nervous.
"You're new here," he said. "I didn't know the Shadow takes girls too."
"We weren't taken by the Shadow," Henry said, eyeing the boy. "we were taken by some people who work for 'the home office'."
"The home office?" the boy asked confused. "You mean Pan?"
"Pan? As in Peter Pan?" Sophia asked and raised an eyebrow.
"As in Peter – a ginger tight wearing twelve-year-old – Pan?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrow as well.
The boy seemed a bit offended, and out of place by the them, which amused Sophia and Elizabeth. From what the girls could see from Henry out of the corner of her eye he was amused too. Elizabeth still however, had her head tilted and smiled almost fondly at him after her laughing fit.
"I don't know if he wore tights when he was twleve, but if Pan send for you than he wants you, and if he wants you, he will get you," he said, giving them a pitiful look that just didn't match him.
"To bad," Sophia said, stepping forward. "because we are going home."
Something flashed in the boy's eyes as he stepped forward. "You can't just leave," he said, trying to get her to believe that, but she didn't buy it. Something about this boy didn't match up, his aura just felt way to dark for the way he sounded. "if Pan doesn't want you to leave than you won't, you can't."
"Is that so?" she challenged him.
"Sophia," Henry said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "he only wants to help us."
"No he doesn't," Elizabeth said suddenly. The fond like smile gone and replaced with a frown now that she probably saw and felt what Sophia felt as well. Her face was narrowed, and her eyes challenging. "if you wanted to help us then why are there Lost Boys surrounding this clearing, waiting for you to give them their orders?"
That was one of Elizabeth's sly tricks. She would appear sweet, dumb, and innocent-playing on her blondness to make her seem like their stupid expectations- while taking in everything around her. Every detail that surrounded her, and usually puzzled all the pieces together. Then when they least expected it she would tell them the cold hard truth, confronting them until they were utterly speechless. Sophia loved that trick, but never managed to master the act because she just couldn't keep her mouth shut.
The boy suddenly straitened himself. His expression changing from nervous, to amused but also slightly annoyed. "It looks like they caught us," he said much louder, his voice also much steadier. He had the voice of a leader.
Around them Lost Boys started to gather, appearing from their hiding spot. Sophia recognized the boy with the scar as he came to stand behind the other boy who she now assumed was Peter Pan. He smirked at them, his hand relaxed– almost bored on his belt, but again he avoided direct eye contact with her.
"I have to say I'm impressed but also confused," Pan said, glancing at the boy behind him. "care to explain, Felix?"
"They arrived with the boy and adults." the scarred boy, Felix, explained. "They're his sisters."
"Sisters, huh?" Pan walked closer to them, raising his eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure we can find a purpose for you two as well."
A/N: This story is written by Pan'sLittleLostGirl and cynthiamonica, check out our main accounts too! reviews are always welcome