Chapter TEN: Neverland

The TARDIS flew through a rift. A very powerful one. So powerful that it could take anyone to any bubble universe. Which was where it was going. One of the most dangerous bubble universes known to man: Neverland. When the Time Lords of old shunted all magic away from the main universe (effectively creating bubble universes to store it), there was one that housed the most dangerous of all magic. The magic there evolved and became an entity. It developed lethal plants, and water that could make one live forever. Even the Time Lords dared not go there. But, there was one who was mad enough to even try.

The Doctor was at the console, as he held down a lever. He grunted as the TARDIS shook, but managed to steady himself. Clara Oswald held on to the other side of the console. To give her enough strength, she thought of her true love, the Professor. Closing her eyes, she could see him, and that made her strong enough to hold on.

There were other people in the TARDIS. Regina Mills, Mary Margaret, David Nolan, Emma Swan, and Mr Gold. They held on tightly to the railing around the console room, as if their lives depended on it. They hadn't been in the TARDIS on one of its 'wildest rides', but they weren't focused in that. They were mainly focused on Henry.

Henry was the son of Emma Swan, and the adopted son to Regina Mills. He had previously been kidnapped by two people back when they were in Storybrooke, and they had tracked them down to Neverland. But it had taken them while to get there.

The TARDIS slowed down after a while, and everyone relaxed. And let go from their grip.

"Are we there?" Emma asked.

The Doctor looked over at the monitor, and flicked a few buttons, before looking up at her. "Yeah. We're there," he said, straightening his bowtie.


Meanwhile, Greg Mendell, Tamara and Henry Mills had arrived in Neverland a few seconds before. Henry had came through first, and landed on the sand face down. Seeing the two adults behind him, he tried to get up, but with his hands tied, he found it difficult, and Greg managed to catch him.

"No. Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Slow down, pal," Greg said, pulling him back by the back of his jacket. "You got nowhere to go."

Tamara walked up to Greg, and sighed in relief. "We made it. Mission accomplished."

Henry turned around. "Are you sure about that? Cause my mum's coming to get me. Both of them."

Greg approached him. "Yeah? You might wanna take a look around, kid," he told him, before walking around and pointing to the green bush surrounding them. "You see any clock towers? You're a long way from Storybrooke."

"It doesn't matter. My family's been to the Enchanted Forest before. And they can get here again."

Greg bent down and rummaged through his backpack, when there was a loud howling in the distance.

"Well, we're not in the Enchanted Forest," Tamara countered. "This is Neverland."

"Neverland?" Henry asked, his jaw dropping slightly. He coundn't believe it. "You're here to destroy Neverland?"

"It's the mother lode of magic." Tamara looked down at Greg. "Oh, where's the communicator? We need to signal the Home Office."

Greg took out a walkie-talkie and handed it to Tamara. "Here you go, T."

"An office in the jungle? Huh. Who works there?" Henry asked.

Greg zipped up his backpack and put it back on again, getting up. "Who we work for is not your concern, kid. It's not ours either. Just know that they take care of us."

"Do they? Can they tell you how to get back home after you destroy magic?"

"We don't ask questions," Greg told Henry. "We just believe in our cause."

"Greg?" Tamara asked, looking up from the walkie-talkie.

"Yeah?" Greg responded, turning around.

Tamara sighed, and went over to him, where she handed him the plastic device. "I'm not getting a status light on this thing."

Taking the device, Greg looked over it. "Did you check the batteries?" He asked, removing the battery case. But when he did, he found that there was sand where the batteries were.

"What the Hell is this?" Tamara asked. "A toy?"

"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions," Henry responded.

"Let's go," Greg said. "Walk."