"And you're sure you want to do this?" Wyatt's eyes snapped to the mermaid in front of him and he frowned.

"It was your idea,"

"No, son of Pan, it was your idea. I merely said I could help you. I don't know what you will see and it may be terrible."

"We know it will be terrible," Farrah said sadly. "But we want to know." Wyatt nodded.

"We all want to know." Adette remained silent. Reyna's eyes flicked over her prince and princesses and nodded.

"Very well. I shall help you. And I shall keep your secret. Here," she handed Wyatt a velvet sack that, despite the fact that it had come out of the water, was completely dry. Wyatt frowned.

"What's this?"

"It is known as many things. Many call it dream dust. But it will transport you to those moments. It will show you what you need to know. Be aware that you will be like ghosts; no one can see or hear you. Do not try to interfere because the moment you do, you will become real and solid and people will be able to see you. And that will cause many problems. Do you understand?" The girls looked puzzled but Wyatt nodded and took the bag from her.

"We thank you, Reyna."

"I will keep your secret. But answer me this, son of Pan. Why do you want see so badly? What will it change?" Wyatt bit his lip.

"It won't change anything. But I only know my father as the King of Neverland. I only know my mum as the Queen and the Ultimate Mother. I just want to see what they were like before that. I want to see when they actually fell in love." Reyna nodded.

"Keep close to each other, the three of you. Return home to your parents when you have finished with your journey." And with a flick of her tail, she was gone. Wyatt blinked several times, holding the bag over the sea. Farrah stood and Adette tugged on Wyatt's arm.

"Come on. Let's get to a quiet spot and figure this out."

They walked into the forest, a good deal away from the lagoon and noticed they were close to their home. Wyatt opened the bag and peered inside.

"Ok, are we ready?"

"Remember what Reyna said. We can't interfere. Can we hold hands?" Farrah rolled her eyes but clutched her twin sister's hand. Wyatt sprinkled the dust over the three of them and they all fell to the ground, their eyes rolling back and succumbed to the darkness rather quickly.


Wyatt shook his head and glanced around him. He was standing in a dark and narrow hallway, his arms around his sisters.

"Girls. Wake up." Both girls blinked several times and glanced around them.

"Where are we? Did it work?"

"I don't see—" but Wyatt gasped and did not finish his sentence. He moved closer to the door and noticed it was ajar; he pushed it open and his jaw dropped.

"My god," he said softly.

"What? What is it?" The girls pushed it further and their eyes went to a little boy and girl near the corner of the room. The boy was crouched on the floor and the girl was leaning over the bed. Adette's hands clapped over her mouth and Farrah's mouth curled into a huge grin.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Peter, it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls," they heard the little girl say. The boy smirked through the heart-shaped bed-frame and the girl leaned in closer. "I should like to give you a…kiss." Adette and Farrah gasped and covered their eyes but Wyatt tugged their hands down and shook his head. A very young Peter leaped to his feet and held out his hand. Their very young mother looked puzzled and shook her head.

"Don't you know what a kiss is?"

"I shall know when you give me one," Peter replied. Wendy smiled and slipped a thimble from her finger and laid it in Peter's palm. Wyatt laughed loudly at the look on Peter's face as he studied the object, even sniffing it, before smiling at Wendy halfheartedly.

"I suppose I'm to give you one now."

"If you like," she said before leaning closer and closing her eyes.

"Oh good lord," Farrah whispered, holding in her laughter.

"Look at Dad's face!" Peter did indeed look baffled, and searched his leaves for something before plucking an acorn off his leaves and holding it out in front of her, clearing his throat to get her attention. Wendy studied it for a moment before thanking him and hurrying to her jewelry box to string the token from a chain. Adette let out a little awe.

"Their kisses! That is so sweet!"

"Sh," Wyatt shushed them, listening to their conversation continue. He watched his father explore the room, telling Wendy about how he had run away to Kensington Gardens and met Tinkerbell. Farrah giggled.

"Wow Wyatt, they're all telling the truth. You really do look just like Dad!" Wyatt nodded, seeing it too. The Prince preferred to wear leaves and vines, as his father did, rather than real clothes and his hands and feet were often muddied from his adventures around Neverland. Though Peter was younger here, Wyatt could see the uncanny resemblance. No one could ever say that Wyatt did not look like his father. It made him proud, in a sense. He was truly the son of Pan.

"Look at Mum," Adette whispered. She was moving closer and she smiled.

"I should like to give you a…thimble."

"What's that?" Instead of answering, she closed her eyes and puckered her lips, moving closer. The girls all covered their eyes but Wyatt's gasp made them look and they all watched their mother soar across the room, her hair being yanked by a tiny ball of light.

"Tink!" Peter yelled, throwing her into a pillow. Wendy rubbed her head and Farrah giggled.

"Poor Mum."

"That is one jealous fairy." They watched as the room swirled and suddenly, they were standing in the corner, where their parents had been, and saw Peter and Wendy now stood on the windowsill. Farrah frowned.

"What just happened?"

"I guess…the scene changed," Wyatt said shrugging. "Reyna said we would see only what we need to know." They moved closer so they could hear, as Peter was whispering in Wendy's ear.

"…forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown-up things again."

"Never is an awfully long time," she replied, giving him a sad look. But he smiled and held out his hand and she smiled in return, taking his hand and stepping off the ledge. The kids ran to the window and watched their parents and their uncles soaring over the London rooftops. The room swirled again and they found themselves crouching on the grass. They all gasped as they saw very young versions of their uncles, all standing around, blocking something on the ground. Adette snickered.

"Look how young they all are!"

"I have brought you she that told us Cinderella! She's to tell us stories! She is…" Peter trailed off as the boys parted, revealing a lifeless Wendy.

"Dead," Slightly said softly. Wyatt's eyes widened at the look on his father's face as he knelt beside Wendy. He yanked the arrow from her chest and glared at it as he asked whose arrow in a deadly whisper. They all looked around until Tootles came forward.

"Mine Peter," he said miserably, moving his shirt aside. "Strike Peter. Strike true." The children gasped and all clutched hands as Peter prepared to stab the lost boy. But Wendy let out a little moan and they all looked down.

"The Wendy lives," Curly said happily. They all knelt closer to the still girl and Peter reached for the acorn that had saved her life. He gasped.

"It's my kiss! My kiss saved her."

"Oh my goodness," Adette squealed.

"They are so precious," Farrah said, nodding. Wyatt smiled at his father, who was hovering over his mother protectively. He couldn't understand how Peter had denied his feelings. The look of love on his face was so plainly obvious, anyone could see how he felt about the girl in front of him. But he remembered what his uncles had said about feelings scaring him and he rose to his feet. The scene changed again and the children found themselves on the deck of a ship. They watched the moment their mother so often told them about, how she had knelt beside him and had given him her hidden kiss. They saw him turn pink and explode into the air and in the end, defeat Hook. They cheered along with the Lost Boys as Peter had given the orders to return to London. They watched sadly as their parents said goodbye to one another and Peter had soared back into the stars with his fairy alongside him. Wendy went back to her family and held them but her eyes remained glued on the stars above.

When the scene changed again, Wyatt started to feel a bit dizzy.

"Ok, it can stop changing so fast," he muttered. Adette gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Look!" They saw their mother, now a few years older than they had just seen her, chained up in the middle of a ship's cabin. Peter, too, had aged and was trying his best to remove the chains.

"Hook will kill you, Peter! Please. Just go." They saw Peter turn to her, a hard resolution in his eyes.

"I am not leaving you," he said again in a strong voice. Wendy opened her mouth to respond but Peter had turned his attention back to the chains and she remained silent. Adette actually screamed as the door was thrown open and pirates all rushed into the cabin.

"The Cap'n said he would come! Hold him down boys." Peter jumped into the air and sailed over their heads.

"Fly away Peter," Wendy cried. Adette and Farrah whimpered in fear when they saw Peter soaring out the window and Hook grab Wendy and held her close to his side, his hook pressing into her throat. He called Peter back and Peter turned, his eyes widening in horror.

"Do you really want to be the cause of her death, boy? Come back in here, there's a good lad, and no harm shall come to her."

"Don't listen to him, Peter, just get out of here while you can!" She cried out as the hook pierced her flesh and a tiny droplet of blood appeared on her neck. Wyatt actually moved forward but Farrah and Adette both held onto his arms. Peter reached out toward her, flying back in but staying out of reach.

"Let her go, Hook!"

"I'll count to three, Pan. On three, I slice her throat and feed her body to the sharks so that you'll have nothing to grieve over. One." Peter looked frantically at Wendy, his eyes filled with terror.

"Wendy-"

"Two."

"Wendy, I can't—"

"Please Peter," she said quietly. Adette was sobbing at this point and even Wyatt had gone very pale.

"Save her, Dad," he whispered and he watched Peter drop to the floor, looking defeated. His sisters screamed as two pirates leapt forward and bound and gagged him tightly and Wendy let out a scream when he fell to the floor, bound with heavy ropes. He didn't once put up a fight. His frightened eyes found hers and they were heavy and sad. The children watched as the pirates dragged their father off and Hook looked back at Wendy and bowed low.

"My thanks, dear Wendy, for making it so easy." The door snapped shut and Wendy sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. All three of them wanted to comfort her but they held themselves back.

"Please please change the scene," Adette whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Waytt was unable to look away from his mother, who wept into the floor.

"I have a feeling it's only going to get worse," Farrah whispered sadly


Ok, I'll wait for some reviews before I post again. Yall please leave me a review and let me know if it is too confusing, reading this portion. I debated putting the memories in another kind of font, to make it easier but didn't-if you would like me to for the rest of the upcoming chapters, please let me know! And Daphne/Quinn, so great to see yall again! :D Thank you for being amazingly supportive as always!
Love and pixie dust!