Chapter 1- Searching leads to Connections; Lack of Belief leads to satisfying Romance

Marco arrived in Neverland above Peter's ruined hideout. "Where is she?" He thought. He could now feel their connection at its full force. He reached out, trying to home in on her signature. Achieving the desired result, he sped towards the location of the signal.

This fortress was nearly identical to the first one on the outside. Marco walked through the front door and stood in an endless maze of corridors. "How do I get through this?" He thought. His eyes widened and an idea came to him. Cupping his hands to his lips, he whispered, "Kathryn, please show me the way through this maze so that we may be reunited at last." He thought. A heart appeared in the air above him; it flew faster than the speed of light through the maze.

Marco chased after the heart and finally reached the end of the maze. The corridor beyond was layered with doors. "I don't have time for this." Marco thought. He reached out with his love, trying to hear her heartbeat and thus find her location as quickly as possible. He sprinted down the corridor, finally coming to the source of the beating.

He slowly opened the door; she was sitting against the wall in a feeble position. Her once beautiful hair was now layered with dust, blood, and dirt. Her clothes were the only thing that they had allowed her to keep.

He knelt beside her broken and utterly defeated form. She looked up and asked, "Who are you? One of Alyssa's newest henchmen?" Marco's mind was in hysterics at this statement.

"Abby, there is hope. I have come for you and the other. You will be free again." He said with a reassuring smile. She burst into laughter. "Hope? Hope is dead, that left me a long time ago!" She yelled. "What are you talking about?" Marco asked.

"My husband died before my eyes more than 7 years ago. He was all the hope that I had." She said, her tears streaming down her cheeks with each word. "Your husband, Marco, by the grace of God, isn't dead, he's alive." Marco said.

"You're lying! You're just trying to trick me, to break my heart down even more. Well, it won't work!" Abby said, slapping him across the face with all her strength. He rubbed the red marking made by the strike.

"If I was lying to you, why would I have this?" Marco asked, removing the dog-tags rom his pocket and handing them to her. She starred at the object in complete bewilderment. "This is a fake. It's just a cheap carbon copy of the original; besides, I gave it to him myself." Abby said, cackling in hysterics; she had clearly gone insane during their time apart.

"You're pretty good for a henchman." Abby said. "I'm not a henchman. If you believe for a fact that Marco Ferrarro is dead, then look me in the eye and say it." Marco said, confident that she would not follow through with what he was asking of her. She however, smirked and restated it without any hesitation.

"I'll try one more thing." Marco said. "Ha, try whatever you want, it won't change the fact that he's gone forever!" Abby screamed, her cackling rising in both pitch and volume. "If you believe for a fact that Marco Ferrarro is dead, prove it right now by kissing me." Marco said.

Abby was struggling to contain her hysterics. "If this works, Abby will kiss me, and her memory and hope should return, which should also restore her sanity." Marco thought. He starred at her for a few moments; Abby, what happened to you? She leaned in and kissed him softly.

She could feel his hands wrapping themselves around her waist, but it mattered not; the sooner this was over, the sooner this maniac would stop manipulating her. Marco felt her trying to pull away, but he wasn't done, he had to get to the true Abby, the one that loved him unconditionally and always did so.

He refused to let her go, pulling her back into the kiss. She tasted of pure love and compassion, just as he remembered. He felt a sudden surge of energy, her love for him, bursting from her being. "What, what is this?" She asked, gazing at her hands in confusion.

"It's my love for you. I love you with all that I am; even if you've forgotten." Marco said. She starred at him, tears welling up in her eyes as the realization hit her- he wasn't dead, he was alive and stood before her at this very moment. With arms tightly round around his back, she kissed him passionately as the tears burst from her like a shout of joy.