Days passed, weeks and the weather in Storybrooke grew cold, the wind blowing off the Atlantic bracing. Some days she would just stand by the harbour and watch the sea, the gulls crying and swooping overhead. Seals popped their heads up for a few seconds, black inky eyes wide and innocent, and though Wendy knew there was nothing in the sea but fish and seals she expected to see the flash of a glowing fin and the crooning lullaby of the mermaid's siren song. Neverland was gone but she still expected to see it when she drew the curtains back and experienced a hollow blow when all she saw was a normal New England sky.

Peter and the Lost Boys were still trapped and the guilt over their confinement grew sharper each day. It was not the length of time that caused her such guilt but that the time grew easier. She was starting to grow accustomed to her freedom. But as that sense of contentment warmed her it was followed by a stinging shame. She couldn't leave the boys to that fate. The Blue Fairy would not have traded for the box if she was just going to keep it on a mantelpiece, she could have left it in Gold's possession if that was the case. Wendy summarised she could do two things: free them or destroy them. Or both.

She wanted to act but her brothers knew her desire and kept a careful eye on her. But she could not spend another day staring up at the building through the trees. It was probably nonsense but when she lifted her eyes to the convent she had the distinct impression that something was staring back.

Her assertions that the Blue Fairy, and possibly the other nun fairies under her thumb, were dangerous was taken with a mixture of politely concealed disbelief or outright denial. She could not blame them, she had precious little to convict the Blue Fairy with but still it was incredibly frustrating not to be believed. She had taken the news about the fairy's ill health as a good omen and hoped, rather naïvely, that she would just die and save Wendy the trouble of confronting her but from reports she appeared to be on the mend, though still weak. Neverland was destroyed, how could she be growing stronger?

Something had to be done.

"This is Google Maps. A map on the internet," Michael explained as John hovered by a bookcase. They were in Storybrooke Library and Wendy was having an induction into the marvels of the 21st Century. She gave her brother a withering gaze.

"I can see it's a map, on the internet. I wasn't completely cut off from new inventions," she said stiffly and tried to conceal her surprise when the map twitched to satellite view and showed her an expanse of forest. She leaned closer but not too close, the screen made her vision blur. "Where is it?"

"Storybrooke," Michael said rather smugly and sat back. "To the outside world Storybrooke doesn't exist. The magic concealing this place reaches even to space," he pointed upwards and Wendy followed his pointing finger.

"It is an incredibly powerful curse. Emma broke most of it but I don't think it can ever be completely broken. If it was we wouldn't be here," Belle piped up as she slotted books onto a shelf. Wendy smiled at her politely, though she felt a strange squirming feeling whenever she saw the woman. She was the Dark Ones fiancée. She was instantly gracious and pleasant when she learned who she and her brothers were, there was nothing to mark her as evil or cruel. She was not someone you expected to be paired with a beast.

Not that I've got a leg to stand on in that department…

Pushing these hypocritical thoughts away she followed Belle to the children's section, a colourful and cheery area of the library covered with beanbag chairs and toys. Wendy froze as she saw silhouetted figures flying before a clock tower painted on a wall. Belle smiled at her expression.

"Look, I'm over here," she said and pulled Wendy to a corner where a woman in a gown was dancing with a large hairy beast.

"They get it so wrong," Wendy said.

"That was my initial reaction but then I reconsidered. All the stories have the essence of truth. Who knows maybe in some universe that's exactly the way it goes," she laughed and Wendy stared at her thoughtfully.

"Essence of truth…what's mine?"

"That all children must grow up? Except one," she added with a smile but it fell at the troubled expression on Wendy's face.

"I think we're similar, in a way. This is forward so forgive me but if your Mr Gold was in trouble would you rescue him?"

"Of course," Belle answered without hesitation.

"No matter the things he has done and may continue to do?"

Belle narrowed her eyes, thinking carefully before answering. "I don't know your history, like we've said the stories are muddled but for me…? I believe people deserve second chances, even third! I believe people have inherent goodness in them but sometimes it's only noticed by someone willing to take a chance and believe that they can change. He's not perfect, he's done awful things and I can't ignore that but I won't turn my back on him either. I love him."

"Would you sacrifice your own happiness? Even if he hurts you? Even if he picks power over you?" The words shake with emotion she has been containing for weeks. He chose power over me.

"Yes. It's happened but I believe in him, in his goodness. It's true love, it's nothing like a storybook but it's ours and we'll fight to make it work," Belle said with conviction and Wendy narrowed her eyes as she felt a curling annoyance rise from the pit of her stomach. Belle was pleasant, Belle was sweet and kind but she was also pathetic. Maybe it was Peter's heart in her chest but Wendy knew better, she would feel just as disturbed because she could see glimmers of herself in the librarian's sentiments.

"It's easy to see the possibility of goodness when you don't focus on the past or present, isn't it?" she said and left Belle to frown lightly behind her. It was rude of her and she felt bad but she was also hurting. She would apologise the next time she saw the woman. She got a few steps up the road, heading towards the sea when John called her from the library entrance.

"Don't forget tomorrow Wendy!"

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?"

"Your birthday silly," he answered with a quick grin and ducked back into the library. Wendy stared after him, completely stunned, and then felt a powerful pressure beginning to grow in her chest as her eyes prickled and stung. Hair flying around her face she headed into the privacy of the woods where no one could see her and cried until her throat hurt and her chest heaved with sobs.

Wendy Darling hadn't had a birthday since 1917 and the day after her parents had been killed. Her birthday was not something she wanted to celebrate but maybe enough time had passed now. Maybe it would not be shameful. Tomorrow she would be 18 but she didn't look any older, not even a year had marked her body.

"I'm seventeen and a month," The sobs turned into laughter and anyone who heard it avoided going near. It was echoing and crazed. Finally she sobered up, looking around and she had never felt so lonely, or missed Peter so much. Once calmed she rose and walked back to the town. She passed her brothers convertible and making sure that no one was watching she popped open the boot. She had to pinch John's keys but she should be able to place them back without him noticing.

She had hoped to find squid ink on Hook's ship but she knew exactly where it would be, it was just getting access to it that was the problem. Her brother had worked for Peter for years and over that time they had accumulated a number of special artefacts. Hidden in a compartment was all the magic she needed to plan an all-out attack. But this would be for defence, of it came to that.

Wendy stocked up with what she needed and then left the car as she found it.

Michael had promised to get her a watch of her own and as her birthday dawned he gifted her with a wrist watch. She placed it by her ear as her brothers, Tiger Lily and Lucy waited to enter The Rabbit Hole, the town's only a subterranean club. Wendy glanced at her reflection in a mirror over the staircase. Gleaming honey blonde hair curled to her shoulders, some of the curls clipped back by glittering clips. She wore minimal make up, though Lily had managed to get a little blush and lipstick on her and while she dismissed it as vanity she could not stop staring at her reflection. She wore a knee length layered dress, the under layer a deep dusky rose red while the top layer was a sheer pink tulle that lopped over her bare shoulders. She realised with a swoop that it was very similar to her last birthday dress, though this was far more risqué, the neckline plunging and her arms and legs bare. She felt no shame or shyness, she was far too old for that, but she experienced a frisson of pleasure every time she looked in a mirror. She looked like a different person.

The bar was dark and cramped with patrons already and Wendy caught a few familiar faces in the crowd. Emma was at the bar with Neal, Jefferson, Hook and a man Wendy didn't know. Tink was sat by a table and waved them over when she spotted them. Wendy took a moment to appreciate her old friend, who like herself was no longer dressed for the jungle but now in modern clothing. Her hair was partially down, neatly curled and she wore a simple dark dress that clung to her curves. She looked beautiful but occupied and as Wendy sat beside her she spotted that even Hook was dressed differently, opting for a white shirt and black pants. Nothing too drastic but she supposed the pirate gear must make him stick out like a sore thumb in Storybrooke.

"You look wonderful Wendy! Happy birthday," Tink said and kissed Wendy's cheek, taking her hand.

"Thank you. You look lovely," she said and Tink batted her lashes demurely before laughing.

"At least someone appreciates it," she sighed and doggedly refused to look at Hook. Wendy lowered her voice as her brothers helped their dates sit, like gentlemen.

"Have you two talked at all? About certain matters," she whispered and Tink smirked weakly at Wendy's choice of words before growing sombre.

"I tried but he looks like a crocodile is after him every time I open my mouth. Something's put the wind up him," she confided and watched him as he said something to Emma, which Wendy guessed was lewd by her unimpressed expression. The captain was getting drunk.

"I didn't say anything but he might have guessed," Wendy said and Tink frowned at her.

"Wendy…"

"I'm sorry! Honestly I didn't say anything…I may have inferred," she added delicately and Tink laughed suddenly, hand on her belly. Wendy stared at the fairy seriously. "What are you going to do?"

"Something stupid. I'm not human, we don't gestate like you...But then it's half human. I just don't know. I – I need advice, from my own people," she said firmly but held her breath.

"The fairies? You're still thinking about going to them? What about Blue?"

"Chances are I won't even see her. Killian stopped me going and we had a fight but it's not his decision. Not that he has a bloody clue…or if he does he's too scared to say. He struts and flirts but he's just a boy, like Peter," she tapped her temple and sighed. "I just need to talk to one of the godmothers, they know about babies," Tink whispered and sat straight as Hook turned and leaned on the bar, trying and failing not to look at Tink. Finally she sighed and gazed at him, bored.

"What would you rate it?"

"Three, maybe four in an hour or two," he answered and Tink smiled. From what Wendy found out the fairy and the captain had travelled to many worlds and in their travels spent many an hour frequenting bars, pubs and unsavoury salons. They had come to rating the places they went to, something Wendy thought was delightfully domestic but Tink cringed at the assertion. Like it or not they had spent the majority of their lives together and with that familiarity comes comfort and routine.

"It's Wendy's birthday," Tink explained and Hook inclined his head to her.

"Manny happy returns."

"How old are you now?" Neal asked and Hook rolled his eyes.

"Impertinent."

"What? It's not like I'm actually in my thirties. I look good for two hundred," he boosted and Emma smiled.

"Yes you do," she said and Wendy thought she was a little drunk. She had never seen the blonde woman full on smile. It was charming.

"I'm eighteen going on a hundred and twelve," she answered and then Jefferson started to sing her happy birthday and soon everyone in the bar was singing. Wendy grinned, feeling an intense swoop of Deja-vu as people cheered and clapped until finally a cake was set down before her. Numerous candle flames flickered, bathing her face with warmth and as she closed her eyes she clutched the tiny wish that the Childlike Empress had given her but relaxed her hand as she blew out the candles. She would not use the wish, not until she really had need of it.

As the night lengthened and people got up to dance Wendy sat back down, tired and happy. She had danced with everyone and while she was celebrating a very odd birthday indeed she felt wonderfully normal. But as she watched Emma dancing with Jefferson, who clearly did not know the concept of personal space, Wendy felt a hollowness. She was surrounded by people but she was alone. It felt wrong without Peter and it wasn't just now. She woke in the morning and was always disorientated because he was not beside her, she felt isolated when she walked down the street and no one greeted her as the Lost Boys did. The sight of Hook and Tink, of her brothers and Lily, made her feel grounded. It had been real and they had been there but it was not the same, they weren't Peter.

As Tink stared forlornly at Hook Wendy tapped her hand. "If you're so dead set on going you won't be alone," Wendy said firmly and Tink smiled. She wanted to protect her friend, offer support but a plan was forming in her mind. She could not enter the convent freely but with Tinkerbell there, the infamous banished fairy now back and pregnant? Wendy should have ample opportunity to find the box, to find Peter.

As music drummed and drink was poured Michael and Lucy stood up, heading towards the bar when the red haired seer suddenly stopped before Tinkerbell.

"We've met before," she uttered and Tink shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, it was a long time ago."

"It was. You found your captain, as I foresaw," Lucy nodded, head tilting to the side and Wendy watched her hands sway at her sides, as if she was hearing music other then the thumping bass that pounded their ears. Finally she smiled and offered Tink her hand, who took it after a pause.

"Are you going to tell me my fortune?"

"If you like," Lucy uttered, now utterly distracted. Her free hand wavered delicately through the air and she smiled again. "Congratulations, she will be beautiful."

"What?" Hook said, standing beside them. Tink's eyes widened and then pointedly did not look at him. Lucy gasped and then suddenly gripped Tink's wrists, making Wendy jerk up.

"Powerful, very powerful. Sought after. You'll have to sail over many a sea, many realms to outrace them but your ship is swift and you girl is so smart, so lovely. Loved and protected, she'll rule the waves and the air…and in time the court," Lucy whispered, sounding wistful and then her hands slipped from Tink's.

There was a ringing silence, filled only with a thrumming pop song, until a chair scraped back and Tink jumped up and ran out. After a pause Killian chased after her with a stunned expression that was already curling into a grin. Those gathered watched them disappear and then turned to each other until Neal raised a glass.

"Mazel tov."

John slumped down beside Wendy, Neal and Emma following. His glasses were slightly askew and Wendy straightened them as he sneered. Tiger Lily was dancing awkwardly with a man, the one she did not recognise.

"Who is that?"

"You've met him actually. That's Pinocchio," John explained and Wendy focused on the handsome blue eyed man. There was nothing of the scared little boy entrusted with a tiny baby there now. John stared at him with clear distaste and it was not just because he was flirting with his girlfriend.

"You know him too?" Neal asked curiously as Emma sipped a glass of water. Wendy suspected she did not let her hair down often.

"Oh yes, unfortunately. We kept an eye on him and eventually he joined the Home Office."

"What's that?" Emma asked.

"Well it's an organisation set up by us and the boys who escaped Neverland. We investigated reports of magic in this world and those parallel to it. It was originally set up with the purpose of stopping Peter but well, it took a different route," John said, a little shame faced and Wendy could not look at him. She would always feel deeply ashamed that her brothers became Peter's lackeys. She wanted more for them and now that was possible.

"August worked for you?"

"Yes. We set him up with a good family, the Booths, but he was wild, never sticking to assignments and wandering off to do god knows what. We finally had to get rid of him after the embezzling," John said and there was an unspoken good riddance there.

"He stole your money?" Wendy asked, appalled and eyed August with distaste. Emma cocked an eyebrow at Neal.

"And you trusted that man's word?"

"He told me that if he didn't tell the cops you'd die. I didn't have any reason not to trust him, he knew everything and I couldn't risk your life," Neal said with quiet passion, still obviously deeply guilt-ridden. Emma's eyes widened.

"He told you I was gonna die?"

"Yeah. He said if you weren't locked up you would be in terrible danger. I regret ever listening to him but I was scared," he admitted and Emma nodded, not looking at him. Finally she stared at John.

"Was it you who told August about me?"

"No. Pan never told us anything about you. It was Wendy really who told us to keep an eye on you. He seemed content with the way your life unfolded," John admitted and Wendy nodded. It was true. Emma's life had been harsh and lonely but according to Peter that was her fate.

"Content…" Emma shook her head slowly and Wendy felt terrible. As August led Lily over to the bar the sheriff called him and he walked over, a little grudgingly Wendy thought. He nodded his head to John who did not return his greeting.

"Hi Emma."

"I've got a question for you," Emma said abruptly and August's brows rose in surprise.

"Okay, shoot."

"Who told you that I would die if I didn't go to prison? Who was feeding you information?"

They all looked at August as he stood in silence, his eyes flicking over them. His jaw clenched and he shrugged nervously. "I remembered, from being a kid in the Enchanted Forest."

"Nah, you knew way too much," Neal said, unconvinced. "You knew specific things. My father told me how you tricked him. How could you know all that?"

Wendy narrowed her eyes at him. She had read Pinocchio as a child, as she suspected many at the table had too. She leaned forward, smiling gently, remembering the scared little boy shivering under a blanket as Michael Jackson played in a diner.

"I think I know. You were never affected by the curse, like Emma. We lost contact with you but you sought someone else out didn't you? I think I know who, she made you after all."

"She gave me life, my father made me," August corrected her swiftly and then sighed, rubbing at his eyes. "You're right, I went to the Blue Fairy. You have to understand that I was turning back into wood and no magic I came across could fix me. I had to go to her and when I was younger I did. I thought she wouldn't know anything, I thought she'd be under the curse like everyone else but I had to try."

"But she wasn't was she?" Wendy asked and he nodded, taking a seat opposite them.

"At first she played dumb but when she realised who I was, that I could move freely between here and the outside world she confessed the truth. She told me everything, about Emma and Rumplestiltskin and his son. She used what little magic she had left to save me."

"Why?" Wendy couldn't see why she would risk being discovered for a thief.

August smiled weakly. "She's my mother, she gave me life and she looks after her children," his words dripped with sarcasm but Wendy thought there was a part of him bleeding, a sadness he couldn't hide.

"She thought of Peter as her son but she still trapped him, used him," Wendy said and turned to the others. "I know you didn't believe me before but you must see now? She's been quietly playing all of you without you even knowing it. I don't know what she has planned but I believe she's not finished yet," Wendy said and John nodded in agreement as Michael and Lucy stopped dancing and came over to hear.

"Wendy is right. The Blue Fairy is like sweet poison and we've all been gladly swallowing it. She reminds me of a spider, still and poised at the centre of a web. Just because she doesn't move doesn't mean she's not dangerous."

"As poetic as ever I see," August drawled and Michael patted down his coat, frowning.

"Wallet and valuables all accounted for, not at all up to your usual standards Booth."

"I don't do that anymore," August said in annoyance and Neal sighed.

"I believe you guys, I do but what are we going to do? March up to her door and demand answers?"

"It's a start," Emma said, rising and Neal rose with her. Emma stared at Wendy gravely. "Apparently she's still sick and not receiving visitors. She might have been the Blue Fairy but here she still acts like Mother Superior. Who knows maybe she is but if she's the reason I went to jail, if she's the reason for the curse and more? I wanna know why."

Emma left the table and sat down beside Regina, who had come in for a quiet drink unnoticed. Wendy left them to talk and rose, needing some air. Ears ringing as she stood in the quiet of the early morning she spotted Tink and Hook on the corner of the street, arguing.

"Be with Swan?" he asked incredulously as Tink stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her friend was the jealous type and she made no excuses for it. Tink felt deeply and she was usually consumed with a particular feeling, be it joy or rage. It made for some spectacular emotional explosions.

"You flirt with her, don't deny it," she hissed and he shrugged.

"I'm not. Come on Tink, how long have you known me? I flirt with everyone. I flirt with Smee when his hat as at that rakish angle I favour," he joked and Tink tried hard not to smile but as he sidled up to her she sighed and lowered her arms.

"You're going to be a father," she said as he tilted his head, playfully playing with a curl of blonde hair.

"I am, aren't I? I know I never said, never showed you but this is all I ever wanted. You and her," he seemed dazed but overjoyed. He brushed his lips against hers softly and then whispered something into her ear. Tink gave a lovely smile, eyes aglow, and as she caught sight of Wendy she winked. Wendy watched them walking away, back towards his ship and felt relieved, if a little jealous herself.

No one would be going home with her tonight but if she was successful tomorrow that would be made right.

The convent was a low slung but large building that overlooked the town. It was shrouded by trees but she was told that the nuns had acres of land hidden from view. Not many people had actually been inside so Wendy just had to take Grumpy's word for it. She was shocked to learn that dwarves were specifically bred by fairies to mine magic dust for them, like worker ants and they had no say in it, until now it seemed.

"Yeah we get paid, if you do something good don't do it for free sister," he advised gruffly and Tink nodded in agreement.

At least they work. What do I do now?

Wendy buffeted the thought away as she and Tink reached the porch. Tink had arranged a meeting with a fairy and had been granted permission to come. Whether they knew she was bringing Wendy too she couldn't say. Wendy had considered telling her brothers about her plans but knew that they would only stop her. The less people knew the better. Straight in and straight out, that was the plan. A neat, small nun called Astrid answered the door, waving shyly to Grumpy, before Tink and Wendy were shown in.

"Mother Superior is still bedridden I'm afraid, so she won't be able to see you."

"That's all right. I was hoping to see a godmother," Tink said anxiously and the brown haired fairy-nun bounced on her feet once.

"Well you're in luck, newly ordained," Astrid said proudly and Tink sighed in relief. Wendy smiled and then shifted on her feet uncomfortably. The thimble in her hand was warm and pounding. Peter was close.

"Sorry you couldn't direct me to the nearest bathroom could you?" Wendy asked apologetically and Astrid gave her directions. Squeezing Tink's hand she left them in the guest room and walked down a corridor. The convent was warm and full of light, the wood panelling gleaming and smelling of bees wax. There was no sense of menace, of something dangerous lurking but Wendy stepped softly, her breath coming in short bursts.

She twisted a handle and found the bathroom and then closed it again firmly. Then she tightened her hand over the thimble and started walking again. It was enchanted to find him and as she walked the silver grew increasingly hot. She slipped down a staircase, hiding from any nuns that approached until she finally found herself in a short windowless hallway. The thimble was now too hot to hold.

"Peter…" she whispered, pressing her ear to a door. There was no sound beyond. All the doubt, all the trepidation about her life with Peter was blown away by a hungry need. She loved him with everything she had and she would save him. Holding her breath she twisted the handle, her palm sweating and the door opened with a click. She expected to find a vault, a dungeon, a safe or even just an ordinary supply closet but it was neither of those things. She had opened a door to the fairy Court.

Through tall arched windows stars sparkled like finally cut diamonds studded in a velvety black sky. A soft breeze blew, making the silk tapestries hanging from the walls gently float. The hallway was deserted. Wendy had been to this place once before, but she had been half dying at the time. It was beautiful but eerier, like an abandoned tomb.

Or a waiting one…

Shoving the morbid thought away she stepped into the fairy realm, spotting a pedestal at the far end of the hallway. Holding her breath again Wendy dashed towards it, seeing with a whoop of triumph that Pandora's Box was sat on top of the plinth. Feeling like she would be ambushed at any second Wendy snatched up the box and ran back, the thimble blazing against the skin of her chest. As she flew through the open door and slammed it shut, heart hammering, doubt nibbled at her.

It was too easy…but without the thimble I never would have found the right door. There must be hundreds here.

The dull grey box thrummed between her hands and she wondered not for the first time what it was like inside. Were they being tortured? Did they merely sleep? Was it an entire world in there? Soon she would find out. Placing the box into her bag she leaped up the stairs and then began to walk aimlessly around, feigning confusion until a harried looking nun found her.

"I think I'm lost," Wendy said with an embarrassed grimace and the fairy-nun softened. Fairies were said to be able to detect liars but clearly this one was faulty. Or Wendy had just grown that skilled at deception. She was walked back and found Tink hugging Astrid. Wendy smiled.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine. I was scared, I was really scared I admit it but everything will be okay now," Tink said and Wendy was surprised to see tears in her eyes. She knew that Tink had been shunned by fairies but maybe these fairies were different, despite who ruled them. If she even still did.

"I'm happy for you. You got the advice you needed?"

"And more. I've been welcomed back. I'm not staying," she added quickly as Wendy was about to argue. "But I know I have a place here."

"She'll be fine," Astrid said encouragingly. "I'll take care of her and she's right, none of us are stuck here, we can leave if we want. We're fairies, we're creatures of the air and stars. You can't keep us down for long," she said and though her words were meant with no threat Wendy could not stop a shudder passing through her. Wendy adjusted the bag, feeling the box shift and felt terribly suspicious. Astrid continued to smile, utterly oblivious while Tink started to frown. Wendy wanted to run, her senses suddenly heightened but she didn't want to give herself away. She should have run.

"Stop! Stop her!" a stern voice said and Wendy looked up to see three nuns standing at the top of the stairs. They pointed at Wendy and she jumped into action immediately. She pushed the bag into Tink's hands.

"Run!"

"What?" Tink stared around in confusion as Wendy suddenly slipped a black collar around Astrid's wrist. The nun collapsed to the ground without a sound.

"Run! It doesn't matter if they catch me but you have to run!" Wendy panted as she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and threw fist falls of poppy seed dust at the approaching fairies. Tink hesitated but then ran for the door when a spell almost hit her. Wendy pushed her out of the door and ran after her but she only got a few paces before she was hit in the back and went sprawling. Unable to move she watched Tink run, dodging spells and enchantments and before Wendy fainted she thought it was peculiar that none of the magic touched Tink, as if she was protected.

By the time Tink stopped in a wooded grove the box practically jumped out of the bag to the floor. She looked behind her, feeling an overwhelming guilt for leaving Wendy behind but her baby was safe. Crouching down, heart hammering with anticipation and dread she waved her hand over the ruby stopper and it spun upwards, the cogs and wheels turning. She moved back as red smoke came billowing out, a vast cloud that finally dispersed to reveal a large gathering of boys. They were just as grubby, just as heavily armed but as they blinked in the sunlight they stared around in bewilderment, the vestige of dreamy smiles on their faces. She could only guess what she had released them from but by their beatific expressions it was certainly not a mere box.

Felix stood directly before her, looking just as dazed and oddly serene as the others. "Felix!" she yelled and ran towards him, grabbing his arms. He stared down at her, seeing her for the first time and a light frown started to mar his apparent calm.

"Tink?"

"Yes! Are you all right? Where's Peter?" He was nowhere in sight. As Felix shook his head in confusion Tink pushed through the crowd, calling out Peter's name but no answer came. One of the twins, Edward she thought, shook his head as she passed him and then touched her shoulder.

"He's not here."

"Where is he? I thought he made it off the island?" She felt sick at the prospect and Edward smiled. It was terrible and she realised his other twin was missing.

"He did. He was in there with us but then he was gone."

"Someone must have taken him out. Rumpelstiltskin?" Felix guessed, his dazed stare clearing. He looked around like an angry hawk but kept close to her. It was oddly comforting.

"No, I think we just left him behind in the convent," Tink cursed and would have run back but Felix grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?!" Felix shouted.

"The town! Wendy's brothers are back there, people with magic! We need their help," she said and then wondered how they would take that. They had been enemies not long ago.

Felix clenched his jaw and she knew part of him just wanted to dash into the convent, the lost boys at his back but he was pragmatic. They were no match against fairies. She rubbed her stomach, thankful for her lucky escape. Felix eyed her quickly.

"Okay. Stay close," he said and whistled and the boys were on alert at once. "Move!" he shouted and the Lost Boys and Tinkerbell headed into Storybrooke.

a.n:

Peter and Wendy scenes to come next...