Checking in

[David Nolan]

Wendy Darling

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There had only been little time to check on the lost boys in between crisis’s. For most they found arrangements fast, with the fairies help. The Darlings, as far as he knew, could help themselves, especially the boys, so he hadn’t even bothered to check on them so far, trusting the boys they would come to them or anyone else in case they needed something. This town, these people here, cared for their own – or most of them did. David had learnt the hard way that some were not trustworthy at all despite their desperate attempt to paint themselves in the light of a shining hero who could to no evil. Over time those masks always fell and some of them left David shocked and angry.

Today he was on patrol, when he spied the young girl by the beach. It reminded him slightly of his own daughter. She loved the beach. It was calming, to most of the family. Given that he was on the way to check in on them anyway, he just approached her there. A public space and a place that could potentially calm her, was always very, very welcome. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable after all.

“Wendy, right?”, he asked her quietly as he came to her. “Mind if I sit with you for a while?”

[Wendy Darling]

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It had been about two weeks since she had been saved by Henry's nice, albeit crazy little family including one of the man she use to consider a brother. Then again she had managed to find herself a brother in another young man that many called Captain Hook, but she didn't like calling him that. It seemed mean in a way so she just generally settled for calling him Killian since it seemed like a nicer name and well the other may be more pirate like, but it didn't sound very nice. It sounded more like a cruel nickname much like how Tasha was treating her. She thought maybe she would leave her alone after that first day when she hurt her wrist, but it seemed she was persistent in her torturing of Wendy. She really didn't under the girl at all and none of the other girls seemed to be of much help either. Not to mention it was still weird getting use to all these rules about leaving the room or eating and what not, but she was trying. That was what her brothers would have wanted and that was probably what Neal and Killian would have wanted too. She probably should have told someone about the trouble she was having, but when did complaining ever do her a world of good? Besides, she didn't want to admit defeat because she was better than this. So instead, she turned to the ocean allowing the calm of the waves to allow him some comfort. She had always loved the ocean even though she'd never really been near one until Neverland.

She sighed gently out at the water, finding the sounds soothing to the young girl as she removed her backpack from her shoulders having just left from school. She was suppose to come right home, but Wendy had never been one much to do that and besides she was upset with how her day had gone. She kept screwing everything up at school and Tasha had been particularly cruel to her about her parents and just that she didn't belong there. It was probably true, but at the same time it wasn't like anyone would believe her about what had happened. She wished she had at least one friend, but that didn't seem to be possible at the moment as she closed her eyes. At least not with Tasha there and making it clear that no one should be her friend. Still she never did let her see how hurt she was by it all. If anything, she buried herself in her school work and kept up a happy front even if she was sad and miserable. At least, she had Killian and Neal around, but she hadn't felt like bothering them or any of the town's people pulling up the sleeve of her shirt to expose the bruises on her arm. Tasha really enjoyed shoving her around and stuff at recess and being in control of her.

Shoving the sleeves back down after inspecting the girl's handy-work she turned her attention back to the ocean away from the prying eyes of everyone in town. It had become one of her many places that she visited even if she wasn't upset and just needed to get away from the people. It was all so strange to her including the clothes that she was currently sporting, but she knew she would eventually adapt. She sighed heavily wishing she could go for a swim, but the thing was that as much as she loved the ocean, she had never learned to swim. She really wished she could, but it wasn't like anyone had offered up to teach her. Though that didn't stop her appreciating the beauty and tranquility of the water. She was thinking she might head back when she was startled to see a man making his way over to her. David she believed he said was his name, but she couldn't be certain.

"Yes, that's right. The one and only," she replied gently not really looking at him as she sat there. Not to seem rude, but she just wasn't in the best of moods. Hardly her fault as he asked if he could sit with her. She shrugged gently to him before making room for him on the rock she had come to find very comfortable. It almost looked like a bench except this was made out of jagged stone rather than plastic or wood. Still it wasn't her job to tell him where he could and couldn't sit.

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tag:  David Nolan
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notes:  stupid school
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[David Nolan]

David regarded her in wonder. She was interesting, in a way. In many ways actually. Ever since they came back, he had heard of her, of course. Not to mention the stories that painted her in a different picture than the girl seemed to be. Then again, it didn’t take a genius to notice how false the stories about Peter Pan in this world seemed to be entirely false. There was never any mention about Pans fatherhood, there was never any mention about a boy, who’d grow up to cause that much trouble. Only the original stories, not the Disney versions, seemed to give a little justice to what those people were, painting Pan as a children killing demon and Hook, well he hated to admit it as appropriately handsome. Still, apart from that those stories were even further from the truth than the fairy tales he knew. And if it was up to him, he’d erase one or two people entirely from several stories, given what damage they caused.

“How are you feeling?” David sat down, with enough space between them to have even a stranger see how innocent this meeting was and would remain. He had no interest in little girls, apart from protecting them from whatever harm could come their ways. And given what this town was like, harm might not be too far away. Luckily it was quite literally his job to try and prevent it. “Are you getting used to this town?” With her origins or what he had to presume were her origins this town was as strange to her as to some others, holding wonders and strange machines and a society that hardly resembled the society of any of the societies either one of them grew up in. 



Wendy Darling

[Wendy Darling]

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Sensing that he was wanting to sit down regardless of whether she wanted to or not, she quickly moved over on her 'rock bench' that she had deemed for herself. After all, it was probably the more comfortable of the rocks around given part of it was quite smooth to the the touch. As it was, she allowed the older gentleman also known as the sheriff to take a seat beside her adjusting the cute little hat that she was wearing and making sure her sleeves covered the bruises. It wouldn't do well for anyone to know what sort of trouble she was in. Besides, it would look pretty bad to the other kids if she ratted out Tasha and well she wanted to believe that she could handle things. Sure, she'd sprained her wrist, a while back, but that wasn't a big deal to her and neither were the bruises. She just liked to throw her weight around and making sure everyone knew who the toughest girl in school was so she said nothing to anyone. Wasn't like it was going to do her any good mouthing off. She could handle one bully, couldn't she? Just so long as she kept the injuries to herself or could make up a convincing lie. Like her sprained wrist that she said she had gotten from gym class even though they didn't have gym that day.

"I'm alright, I suppose," replied Wendy pleasantly enough as she leaned against her little bench.

It was more or less the truth given that she had found some comfort in the form of Neal and Killain though when it came to children she was a little lower on the food chain. She just couldn't really relate to the children as well as she would have liked given most of the kids had parents from other worlds and a whole other life. All Wendy could say for certain was that she had once been captured by a shadow and taken to Neverland. Exciting to be sure, but not really something that other kids could relate to and her parents were nothing extraordinary either. So that didn't really leave much for her to talk about not to mention the work was a little more complex than she was use to. Probably due to the fact that she was homeschooled by her parents so that didn't really help in the socializing department. Sure, she could talk and chat with adults until she was blue, but parents were seemingly a lot easier to entertain than other kids. Then again she was fairly certain Tasha had a hand in that too.

When he asked her about how she was getting along in town she merely shrugged at it finding that the was far more interesting all of a sudden. It was definitely nothing like what she was use to back home. Everything was almost completely brand new to the young girl and even if these clothes were a bit strange. Course, it was a big jump to go from the 19th century London to what she had last checked was 2015. So obviously it all rather different to her, but she supposed she managed well enough for a young girl of 13 give or take however long she'd been in Neverland. It was strange knowing that all the people she loved were probably dead or much older than she would have imagined. Sure, she could complain about every little thing wrong, but that really just wasn't Wendy's style so she decided to say nothing. Then again she assumed he would want an answer as she kicked her feet in the sand sighing gently.

"Well enough I suppose," she said quietly as she leaned against her rocky bench.


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tag:  David Nolan
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notes:  stupid school
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[David Nolan]

Sitting there with the girl, he had a sense of unease hit him straight away. He would have expected to be as out of place as the other lost kids, but with her it seemed to be worse, despite the fact that she had siblings in this town and that apparently most of the lost kids in one way or another cared for her. He didn’t have the full story to relate to – it wasn’t their story to tell after all – but he had half an idea of what had transpired in Neverland, had he been a guest of that place as well for some time. He’d have almost been a permanent guest. It was her reply, the double insistence that, yes she was alright or well enough – she supposed, that tipped him off to the opposite. Emma was an expert at lying like that, pretending she was okay, when in reality she wasn’t.

“I don’t know if you know, Wendy, but I have a daughter and whenever she claims she’s ‘aright, I suppose’ she’s not alright at all. You know there are a few people in this town, to whom you can talk. Archie, the nuns, even my wife and me.” This town was no longer a weird collection of weird people, but an actual community now they all had their memories back. She had people she could talk to, if she wanted and needed to. “And whatever you say stays between us. Your brothers are treating you right?”


Wendy Darling

[Wendy Darling]

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Wendy still sat on her rock bench swinging her legs carefully so as not to bang her legs against the rock like she had done plenty of times before. She sighed gently as she sat with Charming a bit surprised that he was taking time out of his busy schedule to come and sit with her. She knew he was the sheriff or well one of them not to mention he had a pretty big family to take care of that why he bothered with her was anyone's guess. Not to mention, she tended to get out of town for the sole purpose of leaving her troubles behind her. She knew that she'd have to head back to Neal's place eventually, but honestly that could wait for the time being as she sat trying to figure out what to do. She knew she probably should talk to someone about what was happening, but honestly the young girl didn't want to seem a pain. Not when she was nearly 14 and should be handling things like this by herself especially since it was a matter that no one could do anything about. Sure Tasha had been scolded time and again for other infractions, but she always was careful in the way she'd attack Wendy. So she said nothing knowing it was easier to stay quiet than to make a fuss and expect anything good to come of it. So mostly she just stayed to herself, and didn't bother her brothers or Neal or Killian even though they all probably would have helped her. At the very least would try to since there was little any of them could do and besides she knew it would make things worse.

Surely Tasha would eventually get bored by Wendy's lack of emotions concerning the abuse and move on. At least that was her hope in the matter, but so far it wasn't working. The more that Wendy ignored Tasha, the more that Tasha seemed to pick on her until she was nothing more than a punching bag. A thought that didn't sit very well with the young girl as she rubbed at her arm that still concealed the bruises from the latest attack. Though she made sure to keep the sleeves of her shirt covering them knowing that it would do no good to reveal them. She turned though when Charming started talking and telling her about his own daughter and how she tended to lie to hide feelings and pain. Something that made Wendy shift uncomfortably knowing she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar essentially. She kept her eyes downcast though when he kept saying that she had dozens of people she could be talking to. Which was true, she had probably quite a few adults in her life she could trust, but this wasn't about trusting anyone with anything. She just didn't want to cause problems because she told on Tasha who would surely cause more trouble for her. Something Wendy didn't need to add to her growing list of stressful topics.

"Yes, my brothers have been good I suppose. I mean it's hard to talk to them since we're quite a bit different now. I think John has a girlfriend now so that's kind of hard," she said shrugging a little as she looked out at the water.

She really didn't want to discuss her problems with Tasha at all. Sure, she had everyone she could ever possibly want to talk to available, but she was a little nervous about the repercussions. Besides, she could handle one girl all by herself, right? It wasn't like she was some big mean adult. Though it seemed he wasn't going to give up on pursuing his need to get the truth out of her biting her lip. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she slowly turned to look at Charming carefully knowing not what to do in a situation like this given she first and foremost didn't want to be a problem on anyone.

"Your not going to tell anyone are you?" she asked nervously, bitting at her lips.


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[David Nolan]

“They’ve grown up.” Unlike her. They have developed, physically, mentally, she had been stuck on an island where time did no longer exist. While they were slaves to time in any other world, Neverlands magic made time insignificant and void. With them having left the island earlier, of course they had grown, adjusted to the cards life dealt them with. David had heard the stories by now. He heard about how the two brothers had basically turned every rock, done whatever they could in order to free her. The most important thing never changed: They loved their sister. “They’re still the same inside, just more mature.” He hated to hear her dismiss her brothers, knowing they had worked so hard to get her back, yet it appeared they hadn’t. The things they lost…

“I’m not. It’s literally my job to keep quiet.” It wasn’t like he had something to speak about to anyone, though this was giving him less and less of a good feeling and more and more of a feeling of not being welcomed and more importantly intruding. If she didn’t want help or care, well he could not pressure her to accept it. “You don’t have to say anything, if you’re not comfortable. I was just offering help.” But help for the unwilling was fruitless and useless and he could probably spend his day caring about those who wanted his and Emmas help, there were plenty of those around.

Wendy Darling