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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 3, 2015 4:15:33 GMT -5
 Birds of a Feather "It's ok Henry, no-one will hurt you again." Neal said, stroking Henry's hair as he rested his head in his shirt. Looking down, he recognised that look of being sad and scared in himself from all those years ago. Neal wasn't going to let his son feel like that, he'd been through enough. Wiping the tears from his son's eyes, he looked back at Wendy. Glancing to Regina, he stared and panicked slightly at the thought of Regina killing Wendy. He wanted to shout at no, but, was stopped by Henry talking to her first. Neal released his arms from his son, as he went over to Regina.
Neal looked down at Wendy as he waited for her to explain exactly what happened. Hearing her confirm that she did hit Henry, made him frown slightly. He had confided in Wendy about how much he loved Henry and wanted him back, and now she goes and hits him. He was about to respond to Wendy's comment about Henry being Pan, when Emma beat him to it. Neal just looked between Henry, Regina, Emma and Wendy as he struggled to think of what to say.
When Wendy directed her words at him, Neal sighed softly before speaking to her "I don't know what to believe. Do you know how crazy that sounds? Pan may be alot of things, but, he's not my son. I thought you of all people would help me take care of my family. Just like I took care of yours." Neal said, trying to hold in his anger and sadness at the same time.
The part about the jail made him sigh softly, he knew she was right, but, now his loyalties were torn. "I never thought you were willingly, but, maybe you were. After all, Pan was always good at brainwashing, maybe he taught you a few things. I don't see what else we can do." Neal said, wanting to believe Wendy, but, also knowing that he had loyalties to protect Henry too.
Turning his attention towards Emma, Neal nodded softly "Yeah, you and Regina go clean Henry up, I'll talk to Wendy. Get this whole thing sorted out." Neal said, watching Emma and Regina head back into the Diner, and focusing his attention back on Wendy, the look of betrayal there in his eyes. |
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Post by Regina Mills on Apr 5, 2015 3:59:39 GMT -5
Glaring at the girl she was lucky , if Henry hadn't been there Regina would have made Wendy pay. Turning about on the balls of her feet taking her son's hand. come henry lets go with Emma and away from hateful little girls. nodding at the blonde as they walked away into the diner. Every fiber of her being wanted to go back outside freeze Neal and show Wendy why no messes with her son.
Taking henry to the bathroom having Emma in there blocking the door. Regina dampen a paper towel moved to wipe his cheek. Henry, sweetheart why don't you tell us what happen. This way we can protect you better. so help Neal if he came back in here say that Wendy wasn't going to jail cell she would put both of them in there herself. Caressing a hand over the side of henry face my sweet prince would you like some ice cream? now she would have to make it so Henry wouldn't be afraid anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 10:25:23 GMT -5
Pan allowed the women to take him in side he already knew what would happen. The whimpering act of scared child can bring out the lioness out of a mother. Sniffling as Regina wiped his cheek I already told you I tried to comfort Wendy..do you not believe me mommy? was this goody goody act failing? But then the evil queen followed through with the promise of ice cream cone. Smiling brightly glancing over toward Emma, Emma I have something to ask of you he would be able to get away with more it seemed with Regina . Love will blind most even a darken heart couldn't get away from that grip. I want to stay with Regina for few days is that alright? he could then get this plan in action and turn this Storybrooke into a new Neverland. Emma Swan |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 20:02:49 GMT -5
With the way Neal was looking at her, Wendy felt dirty. She felt as if she'd slaughtered an entire village, and she felt guilty even though she technically never did anything. This was all Pan's fault. Even out of his body, even without his magic, and even being in a completely different realm his motto rang true: Peter Pan never fails. The dirty blonde turned her head away, not wanting her childhood friend in her line of sight. She couldn't bare him looking at her like that for much longer.
"I can't believe you would ever think that I would willingly hurt Henry! He may look like Henry, but he's not Henry! Peter Pan switched bodies with him! I don't know when or how, but he did!" she yelled. Finding the courage to look up at him, Wendy sniffled and clenched her fists. "Bae, do you really think that I would repay you like this, after what you went through to save my family? That's not who I am! I would never do that!" The young Englishwoman supposed this was how he was currently feeling: torn, unsure, betrayed especially. She decided she didn't like this feeling.
"This is exactly what Peter wants you all to think. You're all falling into place as his pawns in his new game." Wendy said gravely, turning away from him and wiping tears that managed to escape her eyes."I would attempt to explain myself, but you grown-ups are all the same. You never listen to us." Wrapping her arms around herself, the dirty blonde exited the fenced in area of the diner, sitting herself on the cement curb.
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Post by Emma Swan on Apr 12, 2015 13:20:11 GMT -5
The moment that the three of them got into the bathroom of the diner, Emma leaned her back against the door so no one would get in that easily. A sigh escaped her mouth. She couldn’t believe what just had happened. Was Wendy crazy or something? It must be the island, it must have turned her insane. While Regina cleaned the blood he got onto his lip and cheek away, Emma kept her eyes on the whole scene. Wendy had made her son bleed and this wasn’t causing anger only with her. It was until Henry focused himself onto Emma that she managed to get out of her maze of thoughts. “Yes, of course you can ask me something Henry” Emma said with a big smile as she tried to hide the worry and anger she felt by all this. Then there was a question that Emma didn’t see coming at all. “oh… are you sure? I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to let you go to Regina. I…” Emma was speechless for a few seconds and felt Regina’s eyes lock upon her just like Henry’s were. “…okay… yeah, of course, you can stay with Regina.” A light frown formed on her forehead. It was the first time since Henry was back from Neverland that she had the feeling something was different. Maybe he only wanted to stay with Regina because he wanted to get used to Storybrooke again? Maybe it was just a matter of adjusting to this place again. Regina Mills@henry |
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Post by Neal Cassidy on Apr 14, 2015 9:18:28 GMT -5
Birds of a Feather Neal stood there with Wendy with his arms folded in front of his chest. He couldn't believe that he was even considering looking at Wendy in this way, but, he wasn't sure what else to do at this point. Looking at the ground, Neal let out a soft sigh and placed his arms by his sides instead. His childhood on Neverland was haunting him even all these years later, Wendy was here and so was his son, but, it seemed like there was more to it this time.
Hearing Wendy answer him, he sighed sadly and looked down at the ground. Neal knew that deep down Wendy could've been right and Pan could've switched bodies with Henry, but, he didn't want to believe it. Neal wanted to believe that his life was finally normal again for once. But, this would mean that Wendy had just hit his kid for no reason. “No, I really don't think that. I don't want to think that. I know that's not who you are, that's why it was so hard for me to believe that you'd hit him at all.”
That word 'game' made Neal cringe slightly, for 2 whole centuries he had been a pawn in Pan's stupid games. It had felt so much like it did back then, and, even with that recent visit to the island when Pan had tried to convince him that his papa was going to kill Henry, and had made him ask him about it, just so that he would leave and venture off alone with Henry, allowing him to be back in his clutches. Seeing the tears going to Wendy's eyes, he felt his own heart-breaking again. That look was one that he recognised on his own face, not having people believe or listen to him. At her last words before she headed to the curb, Neal looked down at the ground and then sighed softly, before walking around to stand next to Wendy and taking a seat next to her. “You're right Wendy. Growing up, my foster parents and the social workers never listened to anything I had to say. When-ever I tried to explain about how I felt about the foster home, they never cared or bothered listening. It should be different with us, because we were so close all those years ago. So, go ahead. Try and explain it. I am listening.” Neal said, looking at Wendy and resting his hands gently on his legs. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 22:03:50 GMT -5
Listening to Bae talk, Wendy felt her previous anger with Pan subside and focused on the pleasant familiar feeling she shared with her childhood friend. She sighed, thankful that he took the time to listen instead of yelling at her. Now that she thought about it, there was a lot of yelling in her life, even before Neverland. "Bae... what I'm going to tell you. You've to promise me that you will keep an open mind the entire time. If I can't explain this to you, there will be no chance of me trying to explain it to Emma or Regina." That was what she truly feared. Wendy wasn't afraid of being hurt by Emma or Regina, what she was afraid of was Pan hurting them. "Their actions earlier proved that this will be difficult. I can only imagine what it's like to have your child accused of being someone so.. evil. Especially after going through that."
Looking back at the diner, Wendy saw Regina, Emma, and Pan in Henry's body gathered together, consoling each other. Emma glanced out the window and immediately glared at her, scrutinizing her existence. She looked back down to the ground, clasping her hands together. "Peter is in Henry's body." Wendy began slowly, concise and to the point. "I don't know when, but it happened. He's been Henry since we've arrived in Storybrooke. and if Peter is in Henry's body, then Henry must be in Peter's, which is currently locked in Pandora's Box, from what I understand." Wendy's leg began to slightly bounce up and down. There was so much to say but she didn't know how to say it!
"When I ran outside, Pan followed me, and when he knew no one would listen, he threatened me. Threatened to cage me again, to keep me forever, and to hurt everyone in Storybrooke. That's why I hit him. He's going to bring Neverland here somehow. I don't know how, but he will. Peter always finds a way." Wendy covered her face, feeling herself ready to cry again. As a young girl, still, she didn't know how to control her emotions. Regina Mills |
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Post by Regina Mills on Apr 25, 2015 1:19:39 GMT -5
Was this a dream? Her little prince was choosing her over Emma? Unable to stop the smile spreading wide over her face. Of course he would she protected him where most had failed. Bending down to more a hand reach up to caress his cheek . Henry was her world , moon, and stars. She would do anything for him.
Swirling her head to glance over at the blonde . Scowling was that a frown on Emma's face? Really not once okay that's not true many of times she had frowned and whined when their son chose the savior over her. But hell weren't hero's suppose to be good losers?
When the longed drawn out approval came forth . Regina nodded her head smiled taking Henry's hand once more. lets get a pint of rocky road on the way home. Then we relax a bit before bed how does that sound sweet heart? a whole few days with Henry. Like the old days just them , mind raced maybe he could see the good in her once more. Squeezing his hand bring it to her lips kissing his finger tips. Her little prince was coming home..nothing could be more right.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 9:01:48 GMT -5
Nodding his head in agreement with the Evil Queen. Who would have thought that this woman would be brought now by her heart. will you tuck me in as well mommy? smiling down at Regina this was easier then taking candy from baby.
Lifting his head up Pan glanced the savior thank you for understanding Emma. I'm going to get my book mommy I'll meet you out there. leaning down he needed to seal the deal kissing the Queen's cheek before making his way out of the bathroom. He wondered how his grandson and wendybird were doing... Moving back into the busy diner pan's eyes wander about the room . So many were here and for what the celebration of one child? Pathetic moving to the booth where it all started he scooted in on the cushion sinking in clutching the storybook in his grip.
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