Who Are You?

By: Unknownred

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A/N: Hi guys, I apologize that I haven't updated recently. Well, since Valentine's Day is around the corner, I thought I'd at least give you a small side story to Who Are You? Until then, please be patient and thank you for keeping up with this story!

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Inside Summary: An accident occurs two years later, Wendy is diagnosed with amnesia so she doesn't remember what had happened the day before Peter Pan had taken her back home along with her brothers and the Lost Boys. In fact, ever so often… she is losing sight of Peter each day, only one thing could possibly help her remember. What will happen when Peter takes her back to Neverland? How will he deal with Wendy not remembering him at all?

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Part One – 33 moons ago

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A Brother's Quarrel Is A Brother's Treasure

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It was one of those long seasons, whether the cold air is out to get you or even the humidity will. Sitting on the rusty, torn up dock of Else-Port, was a small seven year old boy with curly raven locks. His eyes stood out the most from his shaggy rags— frightening dark cobalt as if a lightening struck the cold dark sea.

He swung his legs, kicking sea water to and fro, feeling the sea salt spray across his skin. As he sat there, numb from the endless frigid weather, the young lad started to hum a folklore tune from which he stole a peek from one of the pirates who was celebrating on their ship and in them he admired for so long.

'…Tas alil' dust and make she fly

Sail her away to the second moon

Lov'er and she will never die

Til dusk, she'll meet her groom'

"Singing your love song, lad?" Boots clambered forward, making the dock rock deadly. A shadow loomed over the boy's face as he stilled and glanced at the pirate before him. The man wasn't as older as the young lad assumed, nor was he a man, at all. The older lad was dressed in rags, as well, but his were more finely worn unlike the little boy.

"Nay; soothing ye cold sea to sleep." The small boy answered, pulling his legs up and sat crisscrossed then. A sudden breeze wafted over the two lads who are now staring at each other, awaiting a cue. Initiating the first go, the young boy stood up and turned to go as a dim light of scarlet pink from the sun started to set over the horizon.

"Boy?" The older boy spoke up, his face illuminated from the sunset as his face revealed straight teeth, a sharp nose and daring grey eyes. "I need a cabin boy, whad'ya say?"

The young lad paused for a long while and didn't say a word until the older lad shook his head and turned to leave instead. But the small boy didn't budge, instead shouted, "Nay! What would a cabin boy do for an adventure, cleanin' men's waste?"

The older boy paused mid-step and chuckled. He then answered neither question nor gave a given answer. "The sea is full of adventures…"

"I'd rather trade thee sea for adventures!" The small lad's eyes flickers dangerously; his words honest and daringly challenging. He brushed past the young pirate and jumped down the Else-Port, not another word could change his mind.

"Rather, mm?" The older boy's lip curved up, his eyes flaring with confidence, "Stupid brat."

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Part Two – 17 moons ago

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Attention Is Vital

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Flying about, hoping to make the grand appearance before the Queen, whom only visits every five moons. A small, bright fairy by the name of Tink (short for Tinkerbelle, originated from the Tinkers (syn: mechanics)) with blonde hair and blue eyes, flew amongst her neighbors inside the Pixie Hollow, narrowing one tree in particular, the Hollow Grand Hall of Fairies— the tallest tree out of Neverland aside from the highest peak, known as Neverpeak Mountain.

When she got inside the hall, the whole community of fairies had gathered around, leaving no room for dear little Tink to squeeze through. Looking both ways for a gap, Tink instead flies upwards to the ceiling and trails the inside bark to search for the Queen.

"Tink!" A voice cries from behind Tink. As Tink glances back, she sees her best friend, Silvermist, from her small frame to her elbow length, shiny black hair then to her sparkling brown doe eyes. "I knew you'd be here!"

As she got closer, Tink hugged Sil and looked around for her other friends but didn't see his/her presence. "Yeah?"

"Of course," Sil answered and looked down below where an opening was made for the Queen. "You wouldn't miss a chance like this… for anything!"

"Is she here?" Tink wondered aloud, her attention spinning from Sil to the open gap of the foyer. "I can't seem to find her in this crowd!"

Sil's eyes trailed from the open gap to the big banana leaf that covers the outside space where the Queen usually enters. "Ah, she'll show. She never misses a fifth moon! Besides, her dust is as golden as yours, I'm sure if I found you, we'll see her as well."

Tink hovers higher; her eyes tailing a fairy that crept passed her and now blocked her sights from seeing the open gap. "Argh, blind me, why don't you!"

The fairy that blocked her focus glanced back at her offensive choice of words but didn't do much to move out of her way. Sil seemed to notice Tink's tension rise and the discomfort silence she was now in. Pulling Tink away from the bulky fairy, she flew them further to the bark's inner skin as the crowd of fairies' buzz came to a silent wave of whispers. There, on the side of the foyer, another hidden entrance that Tink and Sil didn't even noticed, a fairy folklore tune had spread low and slowly across the row of fairies that lined the entry and once more, the Queen appeared.

"Jingles!" Tink gasped, her eyes widening in admiration. The Queen flew to the opening, her golden dust trailing behind.

"Wow, what a surprise!" Sil agreed, creeping closer with Tink following aside her. As they got closer, a tap was made on Sil's and Tink's shoulder. Once they turned around, they came face to face with Fawn and Terence.

"Indeed, but something else looks different about her." Fawn's eyes flickered with amusement.

"Hey Fawn," Tink and Sil said at the same time. Tink grinned, "Hey Terence."

Sil pulled her attention back to the Queen and peered closer while Terence started speaking to Tink about her next invention. The Queen seemed too anxious to get to the platform but nonetheless, she still looked like the Queen, and still is the Queen of Fairies. "Mm, you might have something Fawn…"

"Am I missing something here?" Tink spoke up, interrupting Terence midsentence. Terence exchanged looks from Tink to both, Fawn and Silvermist.

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Part Three – 32 years ago

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Triumvirate

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Now there was a man who had a drawer filled with expectations and dreams. One piece after another stored away until he can accomplish either any of them. But it hasn't happened yet. He wasn't a boy anymore who anticipated adventures about pirates or the sea of Never separating from the sea of Else. He grew up, turning from a boy into a thirteen year old man, ready to be a husband later in the future, so his parents proposed.

This man's name is George Darling, a loud, sophisticated gentleman, sometimes bashful when it comes to a big crowd— always having to stutter when it comes to small talk. But can love conquer all, especially when Molly— a girl George takes a liking to, comes into his life?

It began one faithful morning when George walked into one of London's biggest private school for boys, that was now being filled with boys ranging from elementary to juniors, chatting away excitedly or heading to their classes. He didn't need to know the route to his classes by paper; he simply memorized the classes and halls since he's been in this school for quite a couple of years.

With his head bent, his eyes watching as feet passed him, he noticed too late when a few pair of feet strolled passed, and only to pause to stick a foot out. He stumbled quite roughly and only caught himself upright as he turned his head to see who tripped him. But he didn't get to see their faces; fore they had the mind to run off laughing at their morning trick.

Grunting unsatisfied, George made his way to the south wing; his class of Geology was the corner to the last row of rooms. He paused before entering his class, only to realize a new poster hanging across from him.

'London's Most Prestigious Private School Now Adjoining a Girl's Section in the East Wing!'

Blinking and brushing his bangs aside, George turned away and started to walk further into his class when his attention was stolen by a pair of bright hazel eyes, staring at his own dark brown orbs. Stricken, as if he was caught red-handed, he glanced over a young lady, he assumed, who stood a few feet away from him while she held a couple of books against her chest. Her long dark chest nut hair fluttered back and forth as she came closer to the exit where George stood, blocking the way out.

Gawking rudely at her beauty, it was lucky that George hadn't gaped with his mouth dropped open. As she got closer, the young gentleman's breaths started to rush forward, feeling his heart thud quickly underneath his chest. Panicking at the situation he was in, George started sputtering a greeting, "H-hello!"

Stopping only two feet away from him, the girl's eyes flicker with excitement as the end of her lips curved upwards and acknowledged him back, "Good morning to you to."

He could feel his lips start to move, but what else was there to say but compliment how beautiful she is? Gulping a little too loudly for only he and she to hear, made the atmosphere around him turn slightly awkward. As much as George wanted to shower her with lovely words— the thought of other boys, no less, men wanting to point their fingers at him, laughing behind his back as he stutters nonsense made him lose confidence in his voice.

The girl giggles gently and steps aside, turning her head to the class filled with a small number of boys giggling about his situation, he presumed. "I assume this is your class?"

George nodded slowly and only seemed to realize that he was actually blocking her way of exiting the classroom. He quickly moved out of the way. She smiled again as she pressed her books closer into her embrace and walked out.

"Will I—?" George blurted, see you again? The thought of confessing that much made the cheeks of poor George rise with heat. The girl turned around, a question written across her face. Clearly his unfinished sentence caught her attention, but no doubt, he couldn't fill in the leftovers as the school bell rung, signaling the start of classes for the day. Startled he felt, he waved sheepishly and stupidly replied back, "Uh, um, well… have a nice day."

The girl only smiles back, and curtsies gracefully, "Thank you. Have a wonderful day also." Turning around, she descends shortly after a glance back and a giggle passes her lips as George watches from the south wing.

Not even after she left did George started hearing a wave of whispers talking and spreading new gossip and trades upon him and a certain name of 'Molly'. Boys had scurried passed George as they ran to their seats. There was little laughter winning against the secretive glances upon poor George as he made his way to his own desk, setting down his school supplies.

Feeling a bit guilty for making the girl late to her class, his eyes trail to the far wall where the clock was ticking lowly, five minutes until the next bell rings for tardiness. She must be running to her class by now, thinks George. If only, he had asked for her name! But then what fun it would be to find her than to stick in class, his thoughts clouded by her beauty. Standing up abruptly, George shot up and ran out of the classroom only to stir up the commotion in which his classmates were talking continuously about this certain someone named 'Molly'.

Turning the corner of the south wing, he ran to the furthest exit that entered the west hall and only strolled when he saw a late teacher heading his way. He didn't seem to notice George as he was running late for his own purposes. Breathing heavily, George was about to give up, the thought of running after the girl he had only bumped into this morning was a waste of time, precious time… Or so he thought.

"Excuse me?" A voice called out to him. He paused and turned his attention to the outside court yard. It was small with a minimal of trees crowding around with a two benches on the sides. There standing outside the main doors of the courtyard, was the girl he was searching for. "I was wondering if you can direct me to the east—."

Brilliant. Smiling with straight teeth, he made his way to her side. "Found you."

"Pardon?" She was surprised.

Building up his courage to talk directly, he couldn't help but brush his bangs aside and meet her confused gaze. "I apologize from before. I left you stranded…"

"Oh no, no you—" She began but George couldn't muster his courage for too long.

"How rude of me! May I," He began, swallowing down the hesitation that started to tear inside him, "escort you to class, Miss…?"

She parted her lips and slowly nodded, "Molly." This, George's mind reels, recalling his classmates talking about a certain 'Molly' is the girl in front of him! He rolled her name off his tongue and extended his arm outwards to her.

"But…" She linked her free arm in his, "Call me Mary." Molly smile, a row of perfect pearls shining bright before him. She looked absolutely beautiful as she stood outside in the courtyard, sensing the day is a long one… so along with his love starting with Mary Darling.

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A/N: Thanks for reading this side section! Have a Happy Valentine's Day! Be happy, stay happy and please give me feedback! Keep in touch with Who Are You? Until then, deuces!