This fic wouldn't have been made if it weren't for panrys-pantry and stonewallaby. :) Haha. And of course my undying need to at least write one happy ending for Panry. Anyway, the first three stories of this series is here. I was planning on to posting this when I finish the whole story buuuuut I couldn't wait. I haven't figured out how many parts this will be… but I feel like it wouldn't be more than 5 parts.:)

I hope you guys like it.:)

Before I forget, Henry's age is 17 here while Peter's is either 17-18. But I think I'll put it around 18. Henry sometimes still suffer from the side-effects of the Sleeping Curse. I wasn't supposed to put this here cause I wanted it to be surprise but since I already put it in the tags… Bran's about the same age of Henry, so he's also 17 while Jojen is already around 18-19. :)

I haven't read the A Song of Ice and Fire books completely soooo, I decided to base it on the Series.

The title of comes from The Cab's song: Endlessly. :)

Emma followed Henry through the threshold of Regina's house. She was followed closely by Killian and Neal who both insisted on joining them on their trip. Henry could swear that his eyes almost rolled out of their sockets during the trip because the three adults with him were incapable of getting along in such a tiny space. Killian and Neal were still arguing about the wrong turn Neal made upon going home to Storybrooke. Couldn't they just give it a rest? Regina was waiting for them in the foyer and upon seeing Henry; she plastered a huge smile on her face and greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a very tight hug that made him feel like his mom was trying to squeeze the air of out his lungs. This weekend was the start of the series of weekends of campus tours of the Universities that Henry was thinking of applying for. Initially, he would rather attend the local college rather than go attend a school out of town but all the adults in his life insisted that he's able to expand his horizons, so he should. Henry had a feeling that it wasn't about expanding his horizons they wanted, but rather to forget the boy he left in Neverland completely and move on (as if he could really do that). Henry's moved on, he may not have a beau at the moment but still, he's over Peter Pan (or so he thinks he was). Henry hugged back and yawned, feeling tired from the trip and the bickering of his father and her mother's boyfriend. "You can rest before dinner." Regina told him, kissing his forehead before letting go completely. Henry grinned, Regina gave him a look. "I mean rest and not playing a video game in your room, got it Mister?" Regina told him.

Henry feigned disappointment before nodding and climbing up the stairs to go up to his room. His room was now clean unlike the state he left it in. The books that were on the desk and on the floor were now in the bookshelf, the used clothes were now clean and folded and/or hanged inside his closet. The campus tour of Dartmouth gave a good opportunity to explore his dream school and it also gave the perfect opportunity for Regina to clean his room. It was spotless and Henry almost felt sorry that in a span of a few days, it'd be back into an even bigger mess. His gaming gears were neatly put away in the closet too. That was inconvenient. He didn't want to set it up so he could sneak in a game before dinner. He looked at the computer on the table and shrugged, deciding that he'll just transfer the images from his camera. He sighed and dumped his bag next to his study desk, turning on his computer. She didn't say he couldn't get on the computer. The screen lit up, the speakers loud and would be clearly heard downstairs or it would have if he didn't immediately turned it down. Once it finished starting up, Henry grabbed his camera from his bag and connected it to the computer where it immediately loaded the pictures he took in Dartmouth.

Dartmouth was the first University he visited with Emma. She didn't join him the whole tour though. It was due to Killian and Neal and their inability to actually get over themselves. They used to get along, what the hell happened? It might be because of Emma but then again, Emma chose and they should be over it now. They were already adults. Henry often ignored them because it got boring the minute after they started two years ago. He loved his father and Henry's learned to get along with Killian, he was actually decent and he keeps each those relationships of his as two separate entities to prevent him getting in the middle of whatever they had going on.

Henry didn't tour alone; he toured Dartmouth along with the other potential students there for the weekend. Dartmouth was a great school. Dartmouth was also his first choice. Harvard was nearer but it would take a miracle for him to actually get in, not that he was a sure in Dartmouth but still, he had a feeling he had a higher chance of getting in to Dartmouth than Harvard. The campus was amazing and everyone in it was amazing too. It was everything he imagined. He scanned through the images and his eyes fell on a picture of him with two new strangers he met during the tour. He clicked the start of the images and as he scanned through it, all he could think about is how everything… how he felt and how he thought was bullshit. It was all bullshit. 2 years, it's already been 2 years. Jojen wasn't even Peter. He just looked like him. It was irritating how he could still remember the tone of Peter's voice, the way his skin feels or how his eyebrows would just move when he talks. Henry wanted to strangle himself. It was pathetic.Pathetic.

But he couldn't help but touch the image of the almost lookalike of Peter Pan. They looked alike but they were also very different. Jojen didn't have the mischievous glint in his eyes like Peter did, his eyebrows weren't perfect like Peter's, they looked alike but they were still different, so very, very different. Henry cursed under his breath realising that he could still perfectly remember Peter's face. He didn't even have a photograph of him to remember him by. The Disney Version of Peter Pan although attractive didn't hold to the real Peter Pan. He could feel the exhaustion sink in as he continued to study the image dominating his screen. The boy with them was Jojen's boyfriend, Bran. He was the same age as Henry and he was applying for Dartmouth too. He yawned and he could hear yelling downstairs. The bickering of his father and Killian seemed to have escalated into a full blown fight and really, what were they? 5? He closed the window and transferred all the pictures to his computer and put his camera back in its case. He took a last good look at the image again and at first glance, Jojen did resemble Peter. Maybe that's why Emma, Neal and Killian freaked out when they found him having dinner with him.

The first time he saw Jojen, his heart launched itself in his throat and he just gawked at the blonde boy. He was pushing a Bran's wheelchair towards the main building. He regained his composure when he realised it wasn't him. It couldn't be him. There's no chance of it being him because Peter Pan was still in Neverland. He would have made his presence known to all if he were in Storybrooke. He'd tell Henry, wouldn't he? Bran Stark then said something to Jojen Reed and they both looked up at him. Henry was like a deer caught in a car's headlights and he blushed from being caught. The couple approached him, introducing themselves. What was curious was that they already knew who he was.

Jojen, Bran and Henry went to a coffee shop within campus. Jojen was already a student at Dartmouth, studying Psychology and Linguistics. He was trying to sell the University to Bran. He said that Bran didn't need much convincing. "We're also from Storybrooke." Bran explained once they all had their drinks in hand and they were at a table in the corner of the establishment.

"What? Where?" Henry asked, his eyebrows furrowing because he would remember meeting a gay couple in Storybrooke because the streets of Storybrooke weren't exactly flooding of them.

"A hidden part of it. Well, not entirely hidden part but it's a part of town you rarely visit." Jojen explained. "Just a few of us are here anyway."

"I'm sorry but which story are you from?" Henry asked, because he couldn't remember reading a story that had character names like Bran and Jojen in the storybook he had hidden in his room. "I can't remember any story that has a Jojen or a Bran in them." He wasn't trying to be rude, he was really curious because he practically has the whole storybook memorised from cover to cover.

"We don't come from a fairy tale story like your family and friends do, Henry." Jojen told him, he shared a look with Bran before continuing. "We come from a Book, just like Dr. Whale does. Do you know George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series?" Jojen asked.

"Every Fantasy loving person does." Henry said, and then everything clicked. Bran and Jojen, of course, of course they were affected by the curse. "You're Bran Stark, and you're Jojen Reed." That didn't really explain a lot but at least he wasn't at a disadvantage anymore. "How are you here?" Henry asked. He knew that every character who steps outside the border of Storybrooke will still lose their memory.

"I'm assuming you're asking about our presence outside our little town." Jojen said. Both boys smiled pleasantly at him. "Well, We have our own version of Rumplestiltskin. He's a bit more pleasant though than your grandfather." Jojen explained. "No offence, but he's a bit more expensive than the Dark One."

They spent hours talking. Jojen gave them his own personal tour of the campus because Bran doesn't want to join the group. Jojen's tour was far more entertaining than the campus tour group would have been. Henry enjoyed it. Or maybe it was because of Bran's amusement with his boyfriend's antics was infectious. It was a bit heart-warming to watch them and a bit heart-wrenching too. Jojen and Bran would always share a glance and smile at each other when they thought no one was looking and Henry could tell how inlove they were with each other. Jojen might have looked like Peter, but he showed his love a lot more differently than Peter did. Peter was sweet in his own way. "Do you have a direwolf here?" Henry asked. He wanted to ask if any of his brothers and/or sisters ever made it here or if they were together now or scattered like they were in their world.

"Yes." Bran said happily. "We tried to pass it off as a cross breeding of different kinds of dogs." He explained, reaching in his pocket to retrieve his phone. The screensaver was of him, Sansa, Arya, Rickon and Jon in modern day clothes. Bran might have caught him staring and he smiled. "Jojen took that photo."

Henry hesitated. "So they're all well?" Henry asked. Bran smiled and nodded. "How far along was the story when the curse happened?"

"Robb and My father were already dead then." Bran answered, looking sadly at the wallpaper. "My mother… she's back there." Bran averted his gaze from the phone towards Jojen. "We tried to bring her here but she's too blinded by her rage against the people who betrayed our family."

"I'm sorry." Henry said, he went behind Bran and began pushing the wheelchair where Jojen was. He didn't know what to say to make it slightly better because he didn't know Bran's pain. "So… how did you and Jojen meet?"

"Here or in our world?" Bran asked. Henry told him both. "In our world, the first time I saw him was in the woods. I didn't know his name then. He just appeared in my dreams and I know how cheesy that sounds but he was literally in my dreams." Bran said, Henry could tell there was a smile on his face even without seeing it. "He already knew my name." Bran sounded so fond of the memory. They almost had the same start of their story with their significant other but it was different with Henry since they didn't meet in a dream, they met in a land where dreams came true. "Here in this world, his sister, Meera was classmates with my sister Sansa. They had to work on a project, she brought him to our house." He was grinning now. "I was outside, it was after my supposed accident and I was angry."

"Are you telling him how we met, love?" Jojen asked, hearing the last bit of their conversation. "His direwolf almost attacked me. But my abilities helped me channel her and save my life." Jojen said, reaching down to hold Bran's hand in his. "I always had mixed feelings about that meeting." Jojen told them. "But I was sure… I was sure that the minute I laid my eyes on Bran here, I knew… he was my soul mate or what you and your family call, my true love." Bran was blushing and Henry had to say that it was really adorable. Jojen leaned down and kissed the tip of Bran's nose and smiled at him. Bran was smiling shyly at him and they were in this little bubble of theirs that Henry was almost sorry to burst. "He still feels shy when I tell people about that part." Jojen said, turning to look at Henry.

"Osha remembers that meeting far better than I do." Bran said, there was still a faint blush on his cheeks.

"She hates me." Jojen told Henry. Bran opens his mouth to protest but Jojen gives him a look; Bran only gave him a look back. "Alright, she doesn't hate me, she only dislikes it when I talk to Bran. She disapproves of me for her Little Lord." Bran rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "What about you and Peter Pan? How did you two meet?" Jojen asked, looking at Henry. He was smiling and he looked so curious. "I mean, you were with him, weren't you?" Jojen asked. Henry didn't know what his face looked like but he figured it didn't show the panic or the sadness he felt inside his heart at the moment because Jojen kept asksing questions about his lost love. He didn't see Bran looking at him though. "Or well, that's what Bran and I saw you and him in our vision. You saved Magic, together." Jojen pressed. "Did something happen?" Jojen asked again.

Henry bit his lip and realised that the older boy won't stop until he got answers. "No, it's just that… he stayed there… and I left Neverland." Henry shrugged. Bran looked at Henry closely, it seemed that the boy hadn't dealt with his feelings properly. Just kept it buried until he could no longer see it. Somehow, it was unearthed and staring at him head on. He couldn't deal with it. "I met him… it's kind of a long story." Henry told them. It wasn't that long, he just didn't want to share it… Not yet anyway, Bran kind of got it. He couldn't say the same about his boyfriend though. He'll keep pressing til he gets an answer and maybe he's realised that Henry hasn't gotten over the fact that he and Peter got separated. He just wanted to do what's best or what he thought was best anyway. "I was kidnapped by a couple and they brought me to Neverland, they wanted to destroy magic. We were met by the Lost Boys and he 'saved' me." Henry wasn't pleased with the memory; in fact, it was the memory he had of Peter. "It wasn't a good memory of Peter Pan, to be honest." Henry's nose scrunched up.

Jojen nodded in understanding. "Let's go and eat." Jojen told them, cutting the atmosphere of the awkwardness that seemed to have fallen around them. It was easy to fall back into the easy and fun conversation they had before they talked about Peter. "There's this nice restaurant near campus that I'm sure both of you will love." Jojen said confidently.

"Did you see it or do you just know?" Henry asked.

Jojen chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I think I like you already." Jojen smirked. "I don't control the visions, you know. They come and go as they please."

They walked in comfortable silence. Bran could see that Henry will become one of their bestest friends. "Can you still warg here?"

Henry sighed and watched as the screen turned black. He could feel his eyelids becoming heavy and it was already difficult to keep his eyes open. He stood up, removing his beanie and his jacket and throwing it on the floor before he crashed on his bed. It was soft, and he missed it. The hotel they stayed in had soft beds too but still, his bed had different softness to it. He had his eyes closed, almost drifting to sleep. He was almost asleep when he felt something shake in his bed and he groaned realising that someone was texting him. He yawned, pawing at his pockets, looking for which one he slipped it into earlier. When he finally found It discarded near the foot of his bed. He didn't remember how it got there. His drowsiness was gone and his mind was awake but he knew his body was exhausted. He changed the profile settings before he opened the message.

Hey Henry, This is Bran. I was wondering if you'd fancy a cuppa tomorrow after school. On me.:) –Brandon Stark

On me, I mean, my treat! –Brandon Stark

Jojen was the one who put in their names in Henry's phone. Much to Bran's dismay, Jojen put Bran's number under Brandon. He didn't like being called Brandon, it made him feel old. He reread the message a few more times, mulling over an answer. He tapped the white bubble and began typing out a response. He was sure that Emma and Regina would approve of him making friends. He just wasn't sure they'd approve of Jojen resembling Peter Pan. He was drawn to them, not only to Jojen but to Bran too. There was something curious about them.

Hey. Love to. Where though?:) –Henry Mills

Henry moved to lie on his back and his phone resting on his chest. Seeing Jojen, Bran, and Bran and Jojen together made the feelings that Henry buried deep inside his heart for the past two years jump out of its hiding place. It was unnerving. Seeing them together made Henry wonder if he and Peter would have been happy if they didn't choose the choices they did. He wondered if they would have been happy together or if their relationship would have crashed and burned, he wondered if they'd be as inlove as Bran and Jojen were if they were given a chance. He wondered if Peter was given a free pass, would he choose Henry. Henry turned to his side, placing his phone on the side table. Seeing Jojen only made him realize how much he missed Peter Pan and how irreplaceable the immortal teenager was in his heart. Peter Pan was one of a kind. He was after all Henry's True Love. The screen of his phone lit up again.

If you want… we can meet at that diner at your side of town? But I don't think they sell tea there. –Brandon Stark

I'm not sure if they do. But you can try the milkshake there or the hot cocoa.:) –Henry Mills

Sounds like plan. See you tomorrow!:) –Brandon Stark

Henry smiled and placed the gadget back on his side table. He lied down on his back and stared at the ceiling. He wondered what Peter was doing, what Peter has been doing the past two years. He closed his eyes and tried to get the rest his mother allowed him to have before they ate. He could swear that he heard a lullaby playing in the distance but even after years of trying to ignore it, his whole being listened to it and clung to it like a life line. He missed Peter. He thought he'd done a great job at locking the chain of that door.