"Mother!" Danny shouts, sprinting into my room where I am reading one of my favourite books, "Father is back!"

"Yes Mother!" Edward speaks, coming in after his son, "Father is back and well."

He hugs me deeply, keeping me in his warm hold for a minute or so. I press my face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent, becoming familiar with the way his cheeks feel.

"Oh god, I don't know how I survived without you," I whisper to him.

He plants a kiss on my lips.

"Because now you never have to say goodbye again."

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Edward stuck true with his word, never leaving again to another war. He also, to my disappointment, started to train Jane in fencing.

She turned 15 a week ago.

And now she stands before me, black pants and a loose white shirt. Her once long brown hair has cut off with a kitchen knife. It now grows to the length of her shoulders, very boyish.

Her figure isn't what I thought it would be.

Instead of growing to be a fair and skinny child like I was, she has developed large and muscular calves and strong thighs, much like her father's. She has even gotten to the point when she beats every arm wrestle with Edward.

"Mother look!" Danny shouts, showing me a small green bug that has decided to make a rest on his thumb.

"It's very pretty," I speak.

He giggle and looks closer to the bug. It peers back at him before spreading a hidden pair of wings, taking flight.

Danny stares after it before trying to find another one to just see it sprout it wings and fly off.

"Jane dear!" I call out.

Jane turns her head to me, lets out a large sigh before trudging over. I make a motion for her stance and she immediately straightens her shoulders with a roll of her eyes.

"Yes mother?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What do you think about doing a bit of market shopping with me in town?" I ask, giving her a bright smile.

But all I get back is a disgusted look.

"Why would I want to go shopping mother? It's boring!" she complains, "I like what I'm wearing, okay?"

Without even waiting for an answer, she walks back to Edward and picks her sword up off the ground.

I don't know how to get through to that girl.

As a child, she used to love me placing dresses on her and braiding her long hair. She was such a princess. But after she turned twelve, she no longer wanted the dresses I gave her. Nor did she go to the dances she was invited to.

I am not sure what happened to her.

All I know is that I want my little girl back.

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Another two years and it still isn't any better.

Danny, Edward and I get on fine.

But when it comes to inviting Jane into the family picture, she pushes me straight out. I barely see her since she's always riding her horse all over the country or fencing with the local swordsmen.

Edward has also been fired from his job because he gives too much of his time to spend with his family. I hated the day he came home and didn't speak to anyone for a few days.

There's been a few words between me and Edward about having to sell the house because the amount of money we have in our pockets has been running out.

I guess this life isn't as smooth as I expected it.

Maybe I should never have left Storybrooke.

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I'm reading a book, entranced by the chapter I'm on. There's shouts coming from Jane and Danny as they fight over who gets the last piece of bread.

I smile when Edward steps in and seats himself beside me. His arm falls over my shoulders and he starts to read my book out loud.

"The difference between grass and this painting are unique. Wendy Darling..."

I frown when spotting my name mixed in with the words on the page.

That's when I remember.

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"Jane, hold your mother's hand."

"No!"

"Jane, do as your told!" Edward orders.

I stare at the ground, slightly ashamed and hurt that my own daughter doesn't want to even hold hands with me.

I had found the old parchment from the book all those days ago I had read the words and was transported here. And now I knew what to do.

I am going to take my family home.

Back home to Storybrooke.

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There's a large sucking sound before a sudden pop that sends us straight into the library where I was innocently reading years ago. The ticking of the clock is still going, the sound echoing around the empty room.

I grab Edward's hand and lead him toward the door.

Now we get to start again with my two children.

Now, I am back home.

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So Wendy is back in Storybrooke with Jane and Danny and Edward. She is around the age that Micheal and John are.

The OC in the new sequel will be Jane, Wendy's adventurous and stubborn daughter.

It will be up soon hopefully.

I'm just really excited that I get to write it.