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Wendy just knew she really messed up when he agreed (sorta) and swung his arms around her.

Now, she was being lead down the street by an almost total stranger with absolutely no clue as to were she was headed.. If this was a horror movie, the audience would probably be screaming right now for her to run.

But Wendy didn't run, instead she just decided to talk to Wesley.

" So if we're siblings, shouldn't we try to get to know each other better?"

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“ Its almost like we’re related or something.” Wendy agreed and internally cringed at the implication of that.

It sounded very much like her to name her kid something similar to her own, even if she didn’t plan to have any kids and just be an account if her siblings had any.

Wendy needed to find out more about Wesley to confirm her suspicions, and to do that is to keep their conversation going.

Wesley breathed a laugh at her words. “Related?” He shook his head, “Nah. I don’t really have a family, never knew ‘em.”

But he couldn’t stop staring; she did look quite like him, and he was almost unnerved by it. As much as he’d never really looked into his past, he sure was curious about it. “But sure, yeah, let’s go with it.” Boldly, he put an arm around her shoulders and started walking with her down the street. “We’re related now, since we don’t know what’s going on. So we’re sticking together, Wendy, we’re gonna figure this out.”

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" Its almost like we're related or something." Wendy agreed and internally cringed at the implication of that.

It sounded very much like her to name her kid something similar to her own, even if she didn't plan to have any kids and just be an account if her siblings had any.

Wendy needed to find out more about Wesley to confirm her suspicions, and to do that is to keep their conversation going.

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“ I can promise you I’m not lying. I’m in the same position as you.”

Wendy said, she took this as a chance to get a closer look at him, he really did look like her but that wasn’t enough to prove he was her son or whatever.

“ I’m Wendy Darling, what’s your name?” She politely introduced herself as she should’ve done awhile ago and waited for his answer.

“Right, right,” he dramatically rolled his eyes and nodded his head, still not entirely believing her.

But when she introduced herself, he paused for a moment to think it over. What if she wasn’t lying? “I’m Wesley,” he replied with a smile, purposefully excluding his last name, “That’s funny. Wendy and Wesley. We go together.”

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" I can promise you I'm not lying. I'm in the same position as you."

Wendy said, she took this as a chance to get a closer look at him, he really did look like her but that wasn't enough to prove he was her son or whatever.

" I'm Wendy Darling, what's your name?" She politely introduced herself as she should've done awhile ago and waited for his answer.

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Wendy had been going through a walk in Storybrooke, trying to familiarize herself with the town since she hadn’t been there very long before she went to London.

Naturally, she came across a blonde-haired boy who Wendy would’ve just brushed off as someone who was swept up with the curse just like her, but he looked eerily similar to her and was around eighteen or nineteen.

She heard that people’s future kids were popping up around town and Wendy really didn’t want to confront this boy possibly being her future son.

Though Wendy wanted to run away screaming, she reluctantly approached him.

“ I’m sorry, but I’m afraid your friends aren’t playing a prank on you.”

The seconds spent waiting to hear someone’s voice felt like days. So as soon as Wesley heard a voice, he perked up and excitedly looked in its direction. When he saw it was coming from someone who was not one of the Lost Boys - in fact, from a female - he was shocked, to say the least. He hadn’t interacted with someone who wasn’t a Lost Boy (unless you counted Tinker Bell or mermaids) in forever.

Instantly, he sauntered up to her with wide eyes. “What do you mean they’re not?” Quick with a realization, he smirked down at her and rested an elbow on her shoulder, leaning in close. Clearly, he had missed the signal that she was hesitant to interact with him in the first place. “Are you in on the joke? Come on, you can tell me if you are. We can prank them right back, just say the word and let me know what’s going on.”

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Wendy had been going through a walk in Storybrooke, trying to familiarize herself with the town since she hadn't been there very long before she went to London.

Naturally, she came across a blonde-haired boy who Wendy would've just brushed off as someone who was swept up with the curse just like her, but he looked eerily similar to her and was around eighteen or nineteen.

She heard that people's future kids were popping up around town and Wendy really didn't want to confront this boy possibly being her future son.

Though Wendy wanted to run away screaming, she reluctantly approached him.

" I'm sorry, but I'm afraid your friends aren't playing a prank on you."

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Blood was never thicker than water for Wesley. He didn’t even know his own last name. Once, long ago, he found himself in an unfamiliar land, and had to make his own way to be able to call it a home. And he didn’t do so by blending in or staying in the shadows - he made an appearance from day one, and he made sure his presence was known everywhere he went.

So when he lifted his eyelids from his cheekbones to find himself squashed between two buildings, his instinct wasn’t exactly to panic. It was just a nap gone wrong. He glanced around, yawning and stretching his fingertips as high in the air as they could extend. Once he fully processed that he was stuck in some alleyway he had never seen before, he simply furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled. What kind of prank had the Lost Boys pulled on me now?

He lifted himself to his feet, strutting out from the alleyway and into the middle of the street. Pausing for a moment, he stared in awe at the concrete jungle surrounding him. In an odd, nostalgic way, it reminded him of something from his childhood that he couldn’t remember. But it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. Quickly snapping out of his trance, he shook his head and scanned the road for people.

“Alright, this isn’t funny, guys,” he laughed and held out his hands, “You got me! Where are you?” He called out in the hopes that his friends would appear to laugh along with him.

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" I just feel super dizzy right now." Wendy muttered, her legs felt like jelly and were quite useless to her.

Once she felt slightly better Wendy couldn't help but study the other girl's features that were so familiar to her.

Her face reminded her of Henry's mother and that one pirate who drove the ship to Storybrooke once she was rescued.

wendy.

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Open starter for Wendy

Wendy woke up on the cold ground, her green eyes snapping open, weakly pushing herself up her body swaying as she did.

She certainly wasn’t in London with John and Michael, but Storybrooke which looked the same from when Wendy last saw it.

As she looked around, a prompt wave of dizziness overtook her and she stumbled into someone.

“ Crap, I’m sorry.” Wendy mumbled and looked the person over, thinking they looked a bit familiar to her.

after finding the house she was sure her family would’ve been inside; empty. the girl had felt herself growing more worried, the town she had grown up in, the town she loved had suddenly felt like a ghost town to her. no faces she recognized; hell there was no one around. it made her worry about what she and Gideon had done. 

             so lost within her own thoughts, the brunette hadn’t seen the girl coming before she stumbled into her, hands instantly reaching out to steady her, eyebrows furrowing as to how familiar she looked, but couldn’t quite place the face. 

“it’s alright, are you okay?”

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Wendy woke up on the cold ground, her green eyes snapping open, weakly pushing herself up her body swaying as she did.

She certainly wasn't in London with John and Michael, but Storybrooke which looked the same from when Wendy last saw it.

As she looked around, a prompt wave of dizziness overtook her and she stumbled into someone.

" Crap, I'm sorry." Wendy mumbled and looked the person over, thinking they looked a bit familiar to her.

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Pre-curse information:

Wendy had been living a somewhat calm life back in London with her brothers, occasionally they had to look over their shoulders but nothing bad happened to them.

A thing she hid from her siblings was her deep need to get revenge on Peter for all what he had done to her even though he was supposed to be dead.

Wendy wanted to stay like they were and never go back to Storybrooke again but obviously she didn't get her wish.

Post-curse information:

Wendy is trying to dodge her son, even though he doesn't know who she is, it's to avoid awkwardness.

Wendy didn't even think she would have kids in fear of losing them the way her parents lost her.

Wendy has a small part of her that hopes Peter will show up for way different reasons than revenge and is currently shoving that part of herself way down.

Wendy currently lives in a motel and is trying to get her life back in order.

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A-Z Challenge: Fictional characters

Wendy Moira Angela Darling

I’ll think of a mermaid lagoon, underneath a magic moon.