Hey everyone.

I was watching OUAT and realised we don't see much of Wendy after Neverland and how she finishes her story (If anyone has read the books then you'll know how it's supposed to end.)

So I decided to create the rest of her story.

I do not own OUAT. Just some parts of my plot line.

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It's been a month.

A month since I was rescued from the clutches of Neverland.

A month.

And just to come back to see that my parents are long gone and my brother's old enough to be my uncles.

And Bae...

I don't want to start thinking about that boy-I mean, man. His own son is nearly my age.

I've been sixteen for far too long.

All thanks to Peter Pan.

But thankfully, he has been taken care of.

Though that fact doesn't help me recover from the years I spent on the island.

In his hands.

Like a puppet on a string...

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For most of the time I've been in Storybrooke, I've been hidden away in the library.

It's old books give me a form of comfort and the feeling of home. Plus the stories they tell take me away from my current life. They tell of adventure and happiness.

Something I've lost hold of.

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I'm sitting in the warm corner of the small library, reading about Romeo and his love for Juliet. And wishing that I would have something like they had.

The pages are softer than what I'm used to. But my fingers are delicate on it's edges and make no sound when I turn the old pages. Words fill the pages in perfect writing, all the letters matching in size and font.

The carpet underneath me is hard and uncomfortable to be sitting on, though usually I forget about it when I read. But when it comes to standing back up, my muscles have fallen asleep and red markings are imprinted over my pale skin.

I don't think many people come here anymore as I'm the only one reading a book. The librarian is nowhere in sight so there's no noise there either. So it is silent. But comforting in a weird way.

Sighing, I drop the book. It falls to the floor with a dull thud, open at where I finished reading. I stare at it for a long time, contemplating whether to pick it up and read again of someone else's life or to get going with mine.

My head tilts slowly, peering up at the wooden ceiling. Beams cross over each other to create strength and hold the clock tower steady. It stands exactly above the old library, so the faint ticking of the hands can be heard if you listen hard.

"All I want is to be able to catch up to my family." I murmur, staring at the beams and bolts that make up the ceiling.

Breathing out again, I lower my head to go back to reading. The pages rustle slightly when I pick up it's hard cover, letting the pages fan out.

A white object slips out, floating to the floor and settling itself on the rough carpet. I stare at it in curiosity.

"How strange." I speak out loud to myself while reaching for the small piece of paper.

Maybe someone left it in here.

Bringing the note towards my eyes, I start to see words forming in lines over it's old and rugged page. They form in old fashioned writing, something I was brought up on before I was taken to Neverland.

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Dear Reader.

It has come to our attention about how your current position is troubling you.

The way is clear is you choose to take it.

Should you take it, you may never return.

But there is a chance you will if you want to.

We never bring this out lightly.

Note that you are one of the few we have given this choice to.

But if you dearly want a chance at life.

Then read the following out loud.

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I stare at the words, reading them over a few times.

Should I?

What will John and Micheal think?

My heart beats louder as I let my eyes scan more down the page. Letting my mouth open, I start to recite the words into the silence of the library.

"Chances will. Chances might. Chances I will take. Send me away. Then I may return. Until then, wait patiently. Wendy Darling may never come back. Wendy Darling, Wendy Darling, Wendy Darling."

In hope, I quickly scan my surroundings to see if anything has changed. But to my disappointment, I'm still staring at the walls and books that fill this space.

Stuggling to my feet, I place the book back and tuck the old note into my large pocket. I head to the entrance, passing many isles. They seem to move closer together until it would be impossible to go through them.

Turning around, I'm meet with darkness that wasn't there before. The more I move forward, the more this black area travels after me. I take a step towards it only to be jerked back by a huge gust of wind.

With wide eyes, I turn back to the front door of the library. I can't see through the old fashioned glass that acts as door windows. They are too musty.

My hand lifts towards the brass handle, inches away. Until my fingers meet it's cold embrace.

Giving a quick look at the approaching dark wall, I pull down and swing the old door open. I leap through and slam it behind me.

As soon as the door is closed, it gets swept away into the wind. My long hair smacks into my face as I continue staring at my surroundings.

"It worked." I whisper, taking in the large fields and trees.

My heart leaps as I watch a butterfly spread it's wings from a small plant on the ground and take off in flight. It flutters once around my head before heading off into the distance. I walk after it, my eyes transfixed onto the way it dives and turns in the air.

I've only flown once and that was in Neverland.

But it was amazing. Being as light as a feather with no worries of falling.

The butterfly suddenly flies over a small corrugated roof, disappearing from my sight.

I forget about it quickly as I see I've approached a house of some sort. It's wooden sides are well polished and oiled to make sure it shines nicely. There's a few open windows and one large barn-like door.

Knocking once on the hard surface, I step back and wait for someone to answer.

And wait.

And wait...

I knock harder this time, though it only ends with the door swinging open in silence. Instantly, I am meet with the wild smell of fresh hay. It stings my nose as well as the familiar smell of horses.

It's a stable.

I'm about to close the door again when suddenly there's a clap of thunder and dark clouds roll in from nowhere. Droplets of rain pelt down on the dry earth, colliding with dirt to make slushy mud. My blonde hair is flattened by the downpour, sticking itself to the sides of my warm cheeks.

Without thinking, I take one step inside the clean stable to escape the hard storm developing outside.

My nose is hit with the strong scent of horses, something I'm not used to smelling. There's hay everywhere, all around my feet and some on the dark walls. And even though it's raining hard outside, it's still extremely warm inside this stable.

I walk inside even more, letting the warmth of the hot hay dry my slightly soaked clothes. Sitting down on a pile of dry hay, I watch the hard rain pelt down on the dirt. It collides and creates a sticky mud that is ready to cling onto passing by shoes.

I hope the owner doesn't mind me staying in here until the storm passes. I'll probably be gone before they will even realize I was here.

An hour later and the rain is still running hard. It's getting darker outside. Though I can't tell if it's the fog gathering from the rain or the sun setting down for the night.

Slowly, my eyelids start to drop and I can feel my head gently rest itself on the suddenly comfortable yellow straw. And it's either the warm and musty smell of hay or the rhythmic pounding of rain on the roof but soon I lose consciousness and drift into the land of dreams.

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"Wendy," a soft but dark voice drawls out in the darkness that is all around me, "Wendy..."

"Who's there?" I call out, trying to peer and find the source of noise.

My skin is cold, goose-bumps prickling over my skin and the hairs rise up in response. The bottom lip on my mouth starts to tremble in terror as a figure all in white appears in the distance.

It stands so still that I slowly doubt that it may be even a living creature. But that's when an arm moves stiffly out from it's side and waves at me.

A chill goes up my spine as it keeps on waving.

"I've been waiting..." it speaks without the sign of a mouth moving on it's blank white face.

Fear.

That's all I'm feeling now.

Because I already know who it is.

"Go away Peter," I cry out, trying to run away.

But the feeling of my legs stop, like I'm paralysed from waist down. I glance down to see that my feet are no longer standing there, just empty space.

A laugh echoes around the empty black space. It's evil and chilling, making my spine freeze.

"You can't get rid of me!" He laughs out and I can just imagine him smirking.

"No one can get rid of Peter Pan,"

That's when his face flashes all over my vision, his eyes dark and filled with the evil of his soul.

I scream.

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And then I wake up.

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Sorry about the line thingys but yeah, It's complicated.

Just so you know, Peter Pan won't be the main character in this. But the sequel will have Peter Pan/OC. I just need to get this story over and done with for it to work.

But you'll have to wait and to see how.

Ciao