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A/n: Happy Valentine's Day! I'm so single I bought myself chocolate. How's everyone else's Valentine's Day?

I know I should be writing 'The Darkness in Me', but I can't think of anything. So I was like, 'what the heck? Why not start a Once Upon a Time fanfiction?' Well, this is what happens when I put my ideas out there.


"Hey Rose," A voice said. I looked up from my bed to see my twin brother.

"What did you do this time Sage?" I said, sighing. Whenever my brother wanted me, it generally meant he did something.

He looked hurt, "Nothing." I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "No really," He protested, looking at my window, "I just wanted to ask why you still leave your window open."

Ever since I had watched Peter Pan when I was four, I was convinced that if I left my window open, he would one day come. Of course, I eventually realized that he was made-up, but by that time, leaving my window open was a habit.

I shrugged, "It's a tradition. Plus, you never know, he might come."

Sage snorted, "Sure. And I might get a long-lasting girlfriend." I too snorted at this. Sage's relationships lasted for a very short time; a month was the current record.

"What did you really come for?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" He asked, answering a question with a question; one of his many annoying habits.

I rolled my eyes, "Seriously, Sage? You would think after living with you for sixteen years and basically being your other half I would know you pretty well." We were like each other's other half. We had the same likes and dislikes, finished each other's sentence, and, the best part, we looked nothing alike.

Having a male twin who looks nothing like you is the best. At parties, you always have someone to talk to so you don't look like a dork. If there's an aggressive boy you want to get rid of, there's someone to claim to be your boyfriend without anyone considering he's related to you.

"Fine," Sage sighed, "What do you think of Clara?"

"Really?" I asked, "Ten at night is the best time to ask me my opinion of your girlfriend?" He had been dating Clara for a week and they hadn't broken up.

I couldn't count Sage's relationships if I wanted to. Almost all the girls in school had a crush on him. I guess they would describe him as 'hot', short dark brown hair, medium-brown eyes, skinny but muscular, and had an all-around great personality.

I was about as single as you could be. I had gotten a few offers before, but I shot them down. None of them would have been able to deal with my personality and sarcasm, so I thought I'd save myself the heartbreak.

"Eh," I shrugged, "She's okay. You've definitely dated worse." That was very true.

His first girlfriend, back in eighth grade, Kailey, was terrible. She was one of those 'popular' girls who thought everyone should bow at her feet. She was overly possessive, and didn't any girl talk to him; even me. But Sage had a huge crush on her, so I tried my best to see her in a positive light, I really did. But after a week, I couldn't stand her. I told Sage that she was bad news, but he didn't listen to me, blinded by 'love'. I don't think she even liked him that much, just that she wanted to show everyone else that she thought she was superior by being a hot guy's first girlfriend.

I just walked up to her the next day and told her to "stay the fuck away from my brother". She was pretty pissed, but backed off, claiming she "didn't want to deal with me". Sage was heartbroken and angry that I would betray him like that, but he eventually realized that I did it for him to save him from a toxic relationship. Since then, he asked my opinion on his girlfriends. I respected him enough to only give my opinion when it was asked.

"Anything else to say?" I asked. I loved my brother, but I also loved my sleep. I got a little grouchy when I didn't get at least eight hours of sleep.

He knew I loved my sleep and constantly teased me about it, "Nope," He said, "That's it sis. You look like you need your beauty sleep."

I smiled, "Love you too. Good night."

"Night." He walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.

My mind wandered to the first thing he said, Peter Pan. When I was four, I had a crush on him, despite the age difference. By age eight I finally opened my eyes and realized he was too old for me. I knew I was way too old to believe in Peter Pan, but a small part of me still did. "I believe in you, Peter Pan," I whispered to my window. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.


I woke up at one in the morning, not knowing what woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw two red eyes staring back at me from a black, somewhat see-through body. I just barely managed to hold in a scream. "Who are you?" I asked as quietly as I could in the circumstances, which was closer to me yelling than whispering.

It didn't answer, and instead put one transparent hand over my mouth and grabbed me with the other. It flew out of my room through my window with me in tow. "Where the hell are you taking me?" I yelled at it, though, with its hand over my mouth it sounded more like, "Wshtahileryetankmi?"

It didn't answer me, but it did remove the hand over my mouth and put it around my waist on the side opposite of its other hand. We flew over my small town in Maine, up toward the stars.

There were two stars shining brightly in the sky. Only when it headed to the second star on the right did I finally realize what it was, Peter Pan's shadow. The logical part of my brain said it was impossible, but the realistic part of my brain also said that it was impossible to be flying in the arms of a shadow. I told my brain to shut up and enjoy the ride, which wasn't hard. How often does someone get to say they flew over their town, and not just in an airplane, but with full view of the town?

After flying over the ocean for a while, an island came into view. Neverland. Only then did it occur to me that it might be a dream. I pinched myself, twice to make sure, but I was still there in the arms of Peter Pan's shadow, flying over to ocean to Neverland.

As we got closer, I could see the trees that covered the island by the light of the full moon. The shadow flew lower, a few feet above the ground of a beach, and simply dropped me.

"What the hell?" I yelled up at it as it flew away. The sand felt good beneath my toes. Wait, I suddenly thought to myself, between my toes?

Crap. I forgot my shoes. Of course, I didn't have them. Who wears shoes to sleep? Better yet, who remembers to grab shoes as Peter Pan's shadow carries you off into the night to Neverland? Not me apparently.

Suddenly, I heard rustling in the trees around me. Three boys burst out of the jungle, one closer to my age and two younger, maybe twelve or thirteen. They pointed wood bows at me. They were all wearing hunter green cloaks with hoods.

"A girl!" One of the younger ones exclaimed and lowered his bow.

I rolled my eyes, "No, really? I didn't know!"

The older one shot me and the younger ones a look that clearly said shut up. "Let's take her to Pan." He said in monotone.

"Are you Lost Boys?" I asked as the younger ones each grabbed one of my arms. I got no answer as they led me through the forest. The forest was so dark I couldn't see the trees they led me around.

"What's your name?" I asked, turning to the older one.

"None of your business," He answered curtly.

If he wanted to be rude, I could play along, "Okay, None of Your Business," I started, "Where are you taking me?"

He was not as amused as I was, "You'll see." He said in a tone that made it clear it was the end of the discussion.

I knew he didn't care to talk to me, but I personally didn't care. I would keep talking whether he answered or not. When I was nervous, excited, or basically any other time, I talked randomly, "Any idea where I can get some shoes?"

As expected, I was ignored, but it felt nice to talk, normal. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as my bare foot hit a sharp rock. "What the hell?" Swearing wasn't very ladylike, but I couldn't care less. None of them payed me a touch of attention.

We finally reached a clearing which appeared to be their camp. It was nicely lit, almost like it was daytime. A blond boy in clothing similar to the other boys was standing in the middle near a fireplace. The boys let go of my arms.

He turned around, "Are you kidding me?" I asked to no one in particular as he turned around. "Really?"

He smirked at me, "I'm Peter. Peter Pan."

I was shocked to not only find out that my childhood hero was real, but that he was smirking at me. I said the first thing that came to mind. "You're not ginger."

Pan raised an eyebrow at me, "Neither are you." He turned to the oldest boy out of the three, "Felix," He inquired, "What do we have here?"

"Felix huh?" I turned to None of Your Business and smiled. Then I spun around to look Peter Pan himself in the eye, "I'm a who, not a what."

"Fine," He said, "Who do we have here?"

I gave a small smile, "That's better. I'm Rose." This Peter Pan was not the one I had grown to love from the Disney cartoon. He was rude and full of himself, so I felt no need to tell him my full name or my last name. I kept my priorities straight, "Is there anywhere I can get shoes here? Or food?"

He fucking smirked again and turned to Felix, "Get her some food," He ordered him. Felix stalked off, hopefully to get me some food. Pan twisted back to me, "As for shoes…" He waved his hand.

I looked down at my feet to see shoes that looked exactly like mine at home. Hold up, I thought as I leaned down to get a closer look, these are my shoes. I could see the "R" I had written on the side of my right shoe with a Sharpie a few years ago, the red stain on my left shoe from when I accidently dropped a piece of pizza one it, and the scratches on both from years of wear. "How did you get my shoes?"

"How did my shadow fly from here, to the real world, back here?" He returned. "Magic."

I sat down on the dirt. "This is cool and all," I started, "But I'd rather go home."

"Home?" Pan asked, as if he didn't know what the word meant, "You are home."

"How does time here relate to the real world?" I asked. Did one day here equal a month or a second in the real world? Was everyone I knew dead already? Or would my whole life pass in the amount of time it took to eat?

Instead of answering my question, he answered my previous question, "You can't go home. No one comes or goes without my permission."

That answer was not the one I was looking for, "So I'm stuck here until you decided to let me go?" I was pretty sure that was what he said, but I wanted confirmation.

"Yes." He said, with another smirk on his face.

Before I could think through what I was doing, I punch him in his perfect face and took off running into the darkness before he could react.


Third person view

Peter Pan was not quite sure what to think when Devin and Slightly stumbled into camp with a sixteen-year-old girl in tow.

She was pretty; long dark-brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, sky blue T-shirt, and denim jeans. There was something familiar about her, something just beyond his grasp. The connection struck him like a lightning bolt. He felt a smirk come over his features.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, "Really?"

"I'm Peter." He said, "Peter Pan." Her expression was priceless. It was one of wonder, but at the same time completely shocked.

She said, "You're not ginger." Pan was amused; obviously she had watched the Disney take on his story, which was not entirely inaccurate from his point of view. He was a good guy, just not exactly as innocent as the movie portrayed. Hook was definitely an antagonist.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Neither are you."

She got a little irritated when he referred to her as a "what". She told him her name was Rose. She didn't trust him enough to tell him her full name, Rosalina Westing. Well, the name that she knew herself as.

He had Felix get her food while he pulled her shoes out of her room in America. She was amazed by what he could do. She asked about going home. Instead of answering, he told her that she was in her real home, Neverland. She belonged in Neverland, his first Lost Girl.

When he told that she wasn't going home, she punched him in the face and ran. Pan couldn't keep the smile off his face; she was so much like her father.


Anyone figured out what the hell Pan is talking about? Who is Rose's father? Is Pan just screwing with her? I think Sage will become a pretty important character, but we'll see how he'll fit into the plot.

Questions? Comments? Thoughts? Tell me in the reviews! Until next time!