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It was their last night on the island. Snow, Charming, Emma, Regina, and everyone else they picked up along the way were sitting around a fire sharing grins and smiles. Charming got out of his poisoned state, Henry out of his captive state, everyone else was simply happy.

They didn't even notice the fire dimming.

"I'll go get more firewood." Hook announced, standing. Let them rejoice for the moment before the journey home tomorrow.

Emma looked up in appreciation and moved to stand.

"Don't worry about it. Spend time with Henry." Hook smiled and Emma mouthed 'thank you' before turning back to Henry.

Killian walked farther into the dark forest. Just a few more pieces should do before they decided to call it a night.

"Captain." The familiar voice haunted him.

Killian turned around as he drew his sword. It was him. The boy who never grew up.

"What do you want?" Killian asked still holding his sword confidently. He didn't want to risk anything.

The teenager leaned against a tree and raised his hands. "Not to fight. I didn't come to cause harm. Just to talk."

"Talking doesn't suit you."

"Put down the hero facade, captain." He motioned towards the sword. "We're old friends."

Against his better judgment, Killian put the sword back. If he wanted to hurt them now, he'd have to go through a bloody lot of people.

"What do you want?" Killian asked as he resumed picking up wood for the fire.

"I need to ask about someone."

Killian's ear perked up in interest. "Let me guess. The crocodile." He second time he had come to the island, there was some problems with a reptile. Killian shuddered with the memory.

The teen gave him a look. "We found Rumple."

Killian smirked. "Not the one, but good." He turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Wendy Darling."

The boy shifted uncomfortably. "Ah." Yes, that was it. The girl was the one he sought.

"Is she in Storybrooke?" He asked, eager.

Killian shrugged. "I can't tell you." He remembered the history between Wendy and the boy. He knew the hurt he caused her. The boy's face narrowed. "I don't know where she is." Killian covered the lie nicely.

"I sent her to the enchanted forest."

"Yes, and some stayed there. With their memories."

"She's not in the mortal world?" The obvious answer was yes. Anyone who was around the kingdom at the time was transported. Killian, himself, wasn't but he was also not in that realm. However, he had grown to protect the girl. When he would come to Neverland, she would treat him kindly, even sparing his life on a few occasions. Now that he was in Storybrooke, they had a few exchanges. Mostly her helping him on modern day things like what their dollars meant and how to work the lights.

"She's past, mate."

"Past?" The boy froze, shocked.

"Away." Killian clarified. "She died from disease while in the Forest."

"Died?" The boy's face fell into a million pieces, it was clear this was not in the plans.

Killian shrugged. "I only saw her once after she came. She was half way there. Gray, sick."

"Why didn't you bring her to me?" The boy grew mad. He stepped away from the tree and approached Killian, who took a step back.

"By the time we would have reached this place, she would have been dead."

The boy shook his head in disbelief. No. She couldn't be dead. "I don't believe you."

Killian shrugged. "I don't know why." The captain moved the wood he gathered under his arm. "Disease happens.

Maybe not on Neverland but it happens."

But the boy knew this. He's been affected by disease before.

"Thirty years ago?" He asked quietly.

"Yes."

Killian watched the boy's eyes narrow to the ground. His lips became tight. Killian looked away as he realized the boy truly thought he could get her back.

When he looked back, the boy was gone. Nothing but stale feelings remained.

"You told him I was dead?" I asked Killian after he finished.

He shrugged. "We may have not been fighting the same side, but I know how he hurt you."

I put my elbows on the table and held my head in my hands. I should have been relieved that he thought I was dead. I wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Wouldn't have to care.

But the nagging feeling continued to stay in my mind. I needed to find him. Go resolve everything that has been lost for all these years.

"Did you see my brothers?" I asked.

"No." His voice didn't mask the regret. "But I didn't see enough of the boys, not all of them."

I rubbed my eyes from keeping the tears back. My brothers were taken a long time ago. Just like me. Except I was returned and they were still lost.

"Wendy, it's not worth it."

"What?"

"Going to look for them." He said simply. He wasn't trying to hurt me, just help me. "Peter isn't like he once was all those years ago. He's older, wiser, more hostile."

Was he really? I heard the horrible stories from many people, including Killian himself, but could he have really gotten worse? Although he sent me away and kept my brothers, he was still kind. Helpful even. To me at least.

I needed to find my brothers. It had been so long. Peter knew where they were. No one here could give me answers.

"No, Wendy." Killian spotted the wheels turning in my head. I looked up and met his concerned look.

"I know you want to find them, but there has to be another way."

I shook my head. "Not if they're there."

"I can help you." He motioned around the empty room. "We can help you."

He meant the group that had just recently made the trip. The group that saved Henry. The royals. Although appealing, they had their happy ending and I couldn't take it.

"I have to do this on my own."

"Wendy."

I pushed the chair back and stood up. "Thank you for all your help. I appreciate it."

He sighed, standing with me. "Just do not get injured or hit with the poison." He put his hand in his coat pocket and pulled out a vial. Pixie Dust. "You can't find answers when you're stuck."

He held out the dust filled glass and I gave him a sad smile.

"Thank you."

I was going to Neverland.