A/N: chapter five is here! Hope you like it.

"Let's hurry!"

Thomas, Uma, Gil, and the rest of the group quickly arrived at the beach. They would leave from there. The teenagers stood around in the sand and watched as Thomas frantically searched his pockets. He found a small plastic bag filled with golden fairy dust.

"It's pixie dust," he explained, sprinkling some over everyone's head. "It'll take us to Neverland."

The boy instantly floated up. "Think of happy things," he instructed.

In a few seconds, Ben and Gil joined him in the airs. They were a little off balance at first but got the hang of it quickly. "Woah! This is fun!" Exclaimed the king while laughing. Gil agreed. They looked down and saw the others weren't having such an easy time flying.

"Come on. Just think of something happy," urged Thomas again.

Mal frowned and crossed her arms. "We don't have any."

"Why not?" Wondered Thomas.

"We grew up on the isle," explained Uma.

Ben and Gil flew down to join them. Ben tried: "Yes, but haven't anything made you happy recently?"

Everyone concentrated. What had made them happy recently? After thinking for a few moments, they managed to scrounge up enough happy memories to take off.

Mal thought about how she felt when Ben said he loved her for the first time. And also when she defeated her mother with the power of friendship. Turns out she had a lot of happy memories now.

Jay's happy memories were about his friends, while Carlos' were about Dude the dog, and Evie thought about Doug.

Only Uma wasn't able to think of anything remotely happy. After all, she grew up a slave to her own mother on a godforsaken island. Her first mate was apparently in mortal danger and her crew and the children under her protection were still trapped on that island.

"Come on Uma," encouraged Gil. "You must have at least one happy thought."

Everyone tried to help her out. They were starting to run out of time.

"How about when you got your ship?"

"Or when you became captain?"

"Were you happy when you met Harry?"

Uma concentrated nice and hard and finally she smiled. One of her fondest memories was when she was with Harry. All the time. No matter what. He always made her happy. She took off and joined the rest of the group.

Finally, everyone was in the air and Thomas led the way to Neverland so they could rescue Harry.

In the meantime, Harry and supposedly-Thomas ran and ran until they were completely out of breath. Thomas collapsed and panted: "can't… run… anymore."

Harry was tired too. He leaned against a tree and looked around. They were nearing the edge of the forest. The other side of it, that is. The boys had been running for a very long time.

Luckily, they seemed to have lost their pursuers. After they had caught their breaths, Harry broke the silence.

"How do I know you really are Thomas?"

"Ask me any question only I would know the answer to."

Harry thought for a moment. "Okay. I have a few."

Thomas stood up and glanced back. "Bring it." He said confidently.

Harry squinted suspiciously. "When we were little kids, what did you use to call me?"

Thomas smiles fondly at the childhood memories. "I called you Riri, and you called me Tom."

Harry nodded seriously without losing his focus.

"Next question: how many scars do I have and how did I get them?"

Thomas didn't hesitate. He answered immediately:

"You have three total from when we were younger. The first is on the back of your neck. We were about two years old and you weren't listening. You almost fell from the docks so Dad grabbed you with his hook and pulled you back.

The second one is a gash across your left side. We were three and our friend Maddie, you know, the Mad Hatter's daughter? Anyway, she bet you couldn't steal a few apples. You tried and failed, and the vendor's sword caught you.

And the third one is on your wrist. You tried cutting your hand off when we were five. You wanted to be like Dad. Only, you started bleeding everywhere and passed out. I swear, I thought you were going to die..." concluded Thomas, his sad voice shaking slightly.

Harry nodded, stunned. "So it is you." He stared at the other boy. It had been so long since he had seen him. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten what he looked like.

Before he could react, Thomas wrapped his arms around him. The brothers held on tightly, like they were afraid to lose each other again if they let go.

Harry remembered when they were little. They were literally inseparable. Then one day, Thomas simply disappeared without a trace and was never mentioned again. Harry has thought he'd died or something. Finally, Thomas released Harry from his embrace.

They were only planning on resting for an hour or two before going back to Auradon. They were lying side by side in the grass, catching up after all those years when Thomas suddenly bolted upright.

Startled, Harry sat up as well. He asked what was wrong and followed Thomas's pointed finger.

Eight flying figures were moving towards them at a rapid speed. Uma, Gil, Ben, Fake Thomas, Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos, had just landed. The two brothers jumped to their feet.

"Uma!" Exclaimed Harry, immediately going to greet his captain. The two instantly started kissing and saying that they missed each other. Uma regained her composure after a few seconds and brushed herself off. She cleared her throat and everyone turned away like they weren't just watching her and her first mate.

"Harry, we have to go home now." She squinted at the stranger. "Who's that?"

"That's Thomas. You won't believe me but he's my long lost twin." Harry explained quickly.

Everyone else stared at him in disbelief.

Fake Thomas walked up and said in his safest voice: "Harry don't you remember me?"

Harry stared at him blankly. "You're not my brother."

Fake Thomas tried again. "Please Harry. I'm so scared…"

Harry took a step back. Uma and Gil stepped in front of him protectively. "I don't know who you really are but stop bothering Harry," ordered Uma in her most authoritative voice.

"You're Peter Pan," accused Harry, realizing it suddenly. The pirate was suddenly angry. He pushed back to the front of the group to grab Peter by his collar and pull him up. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but stop. You aren't my brother."

He dropped Peter and turned to everyone else, motioning for them to follow. "Come on. Let's go home."

Everyone else was happy enough with the idea and started walking away.

"How are we gonna get home?" Asked Evie curiously.

"There's pixie dust in practically every single flower here." Answered Thomas calmly.

Uma was still staring at the newcomer suspiciously but she was keeping quiet. In turn, Thomas kept glancing back at her and flashing a reassuring smile which did nothing to ease her nerves.

Of course, Peter Pan couldn't let them get say. He stepped in front of the group.

"You aren't leaving yet," he said menacingly.

Harry stopped and leaned down, his tall body towering over Peter's small frame. "And why not?" He challenged.

Peter smirked. "Because I decided so."

His expression turned much darker as he called for the lost boys. "Come out!"

Almost instantly, the nine of teenagers who were trying to leave were surrounded by about two dozen boys. They kept moving in, making the circle tighter and tighter until the nine were all standing back to back.

The lost boys had agressive expressions and their hands were filled with weapons.

With horror, Jay realized out loud: "We're gonna have to fight our way out of here."

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