Hey, guys! New story... I absolutely love Once Upon a Time, so have decided to write a fan fiction about the show. My OTP of the show would be DarlingPan, so this story is about Wendy and Peter :3 In this story, the Neverland Boys and Wendy were also swept up in the curse so now live in Storybrooke with no recollection of their past in Neverland. Peter is now called Ryder and Wendy is called Kellie. Cover image credit to walkbynight on tumblr (her DarlingPan edits are amazing)

Enjoy! xx

Chapter 1: A Land Without Magic

Regina Mills, the Mayor walked down the street in her smart black suit at quarter to nine when a young girl bumped into her.

"Excuse me?" she asked in distaste. The girl had been knocked backward and was on her knees. It reminded Regina of the way she used to rule back in the Enchanted Forest.

"I'm so sorry, Madame Mayor," the girl mumbled, picking up her satchel which had fallen on the ground. She was about sixteen and had honey-blonde hair which fell past her shoulders in thick waves.

"Oh, it's all right, child," Regina conceded, moving around the girl as she got to her feet. She was wearing the upper-school uniform - a white blouse and red tie, wtih a dark blue blazer and a black knee-length skirt. She shouldered her satchel and went to continue walking.

"What's your name, girl?" Regina asked and the girl froze, slowly turning to face her.

"Kellie Perkins," she stammered, hoping she wasn't in trouble.

"Shouldn't you be in school, Kellie?" she asked the girl, "You don't want to be late."

"Yes, Madame Mayor," Kellie replied, "Thank you, Madame Mayor."

She continued walking with her head down and hurried in the direction of the school house. She walked past a side street and a tall figure loomed in the darkness. Kellie stopped and looked back. Out of the shadows stepped a familiar boy. Ryder Dallas.

She knew him because they lived in the same foster home with their foster mother Ingrid. She huffed and went to continue walking.

"You got knocked down by the Mayor," he drawled, following her. "Impressive."

"It was an accident," Kellie grumbled as he caught up with her. He raised one of those distinctive eyebrows at her. Ryder had light brown hair that was swept back from his face and was about a foot taller than Kellie. The two of them had been fostered in the same home for a few years now, but she had that nagging feeling that she had known him before.

"Either way," Ryder continued, "That's the closest either of us will come to shaking hands with Her Majesty."

Kellie stopped. Her Majesty? Ryder paused next to her.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing," Kellie brushed it off, walking faster towards the school house. Ryder lengthened his strides to keep up with her small quick steps.

He was wearing a the school uniform with a pair of scuffed brown lace ups. Kellie had similar footwear, as those shoes were what Ingrid had bought them for school. Ryder's black school trousers were ripped in one knee but he continued to wear them.

They came to the school house and Kellie could tell she was late. She ran inside and into the classroom. The class eyed her messy hair and face pink from running. Ryder sauntered in after her.

Miss Blanchard was standing at the front of the classroom. She had been covering their class in the mornings that week as their regular teacher was off sick.

"Nice of you to join us, Kellie and Ryder," she said brightly. "Would you like to tell me why you're late?"

"Well, I, um," Kellie stammered, "Bumped into the Mayor on my way to school..."

A few of the students snickered. Miss Blanchard's face darkened at the mention of the Mayor.

"And she had a very lengthy conversation with us," Ryder added.

"About wallpaper," Kellie continued.

"Prices!" Ryder filled in cheerfully. He went and sat down at an empty desk and Kellie decided to join him.

"Right, well," said Miss Blanchard, "Let's begin our English lesson."

Ryder looked surprised that Kellie had decided to sit with him. Kellie saw him in a different light now that he had saved her bacon for being late. Perhaps he wasn't that bad boy everyone made him out to be, just because he was in foster care and got into trouble now and then with the Sheriff.

After the lesson they were let out for break. Kellie took a book outside and went to sit on the bench under the large tree in the middle of the yard. The younger kids were out too and Kellie recognized Henry Mills, the Mayor's son. She got up and went over to him.

Henry was ten years old and was sitting by himself at one of the picnic tables near the school house.

"Hi, Henry," said Kellie.

"Wendy!?" he cried, looking at her.

"What?" Kellie asked, confused.

Henry was reading a massive old fashioned-looking book and had it open to a particular page. He stared at it, then back at Kellie in amazement.

Kellie went round to look. There was a large illustration on the page of a girl standing by the window in an old house. She had wavy dark blonde hair and was wearing a frilly nightdress.

"Is that Wendy? In your story book?" Kellie asked. "Who is she?"

"She's you, you're Wendy!" Henry exclaimed.

"I... don't... understand," Kellie said slowly. "How can I be one of your fairytale characters?"

"Everyone is," Henry explained, "Everyone in this town is one of the characters in my book."

Kellie eyed him weirdly.

"How?" she asked simply. "Who is everyone else, then? Who is..." Kellie scanned the yard. "Paige?"

She pointed at a little girl with brown hair in plaits who ran around with her friends.

"She's Grace, the Mad Hatter's daughter," said Henry.

"OK, who's you mum?" Kellie asked, her English accent plain in her speech.

"Regina is the Evil Queen," Henry said darkly, turning a few pages to an illustration of the an evil-looking woman throwing a fireball.

"Well, she has the same name," Kellie considered. "She even looks like her."

"She is her," Henry insisted.

"But, why don't they know who they are?" Kellie asked, "They don't even act like... themselves."

"The Evil Queen cursed them here," Henry informed her, clearly believing all this. "They don't remember who they were."

Kellie decided to play along. "All right, Henry, who is Miss Blanchard?"

"Snow White," he said plainly. "But I don't know who Prince Charming is yet."

"Granny?"

"Red Riding Hood's grandmother."

"Sheriff Graham?"

"The Huntsman."

"What about Marco?"

"He's Pinocchio's dad."

"OK, then, who's Wayne?" Kellie pointed at a tall lanky blond boy who stood next to Ryder, who was leaning against the bike shed.

"I'm pretty sure he's one of the Lost Boys," Henry replied.

"And I'm Wendy, from the Peter Pan story?" she asked dubiously.

"Yes, you're Wendy Darling," said Henry. Kellie knew that story. She had the novel at home.

"Well, then, who's Ryder? Is he from the same story?" Kellie felt like he would be, seeing as she couldn't shake that feeling of having known him before Storybrooke.

"You mean him?" Henry asked, following Kellie's gaze.

"Yeah, him," said Kellie. Henry flicked through his book and stopped suddenly, staring at the illustration.

"No. Way," He exclaimed.

"What? Isn't he in the book?"

"He's in the book, all right," said Henry.

"Well, who is he, then?" Kellie asked impatiently.

"He's Peter Pan."

Kellie was shocked. If what Henry was saying was true, and she was Wendy and Ryder was Peter... Peter had liked Wendy - she'd given him a kiss! She brought one finger to her lips. Had she kissed Ryder before?

She stared over at him, and he looked up, his bright green eyes meeting her shocked blue ones. He gave her a smile, like he knew, as if he really did like her after all. Did he?

"He's Peter Pan," Kellie repeated in a whisper.

"So, do you believe me?" Henry asked pointedly. "You know it's true."

"I-I don't know," Kellie muttered. "But if it is true, let's not say anything, 'cause, like... your mum's the Evil Queen, and-"

"You're right," Henry said. "But I have to go find the Savior."

"Who's that?" she asked him, "I've never heard of a Savior before in any fairytale."

"She's in my book," he whispered, "And she's my mom."

"But I thought you said-"

"No, my real mom," Henry said, "I'm going to find her tomorrow. She lives in Boston."

"You're going all the way to Boston? But you're like, tiny!" she muttered.

"Don't tell anyone," Henry insisted.

"Of course," Kellie said, "My lips are sealed." She mimed zipping her lips shut.

"You really are her," Henry marveled, as Miss Blanchard rang the school bell.

"Apparently," Kellie replied, still not quite believing, herself.

"Bye, Wendy!" Henry called as he ran back to class.

"Can you not call me that," Kellie called after him, but he was gone. She just hoped he would stay safe while she worked out what was really going on, or had gone one, between her and Ryder... Peter.

Ok, so I know the Peter Pan story technically wasn't in Henry's book (or wasn't mentioned as being in there, at least) but it is now :)

Next chapter up soon,

xx Frances xx