{queen of neverland}

[reallywicked]

[The first time she came to Neverland, she was only six. The dream had been more vivid than anything ever before. When she thought back on it now, all she remembered was him.

Peter Pan.

She visited almost every night, exploring Neverland and chasing after Peter and the Lost Boys. She was the only girl, but she didn't mind. Faye liked to push the littlest ones down, make them say that they'd been beaten by a girl.

As the years went on, she got older... they didn't.

Some of the older ones (the ones who were older when they first stayed) noticed the way Faye changed as grew up. It wasn't just that she was taller, towering over some of them at 5'10". As she slipped into her teenage years, it became more obvious that Faye was not one of the boys. And the bed clothes she arrived in didn't help to make that any less obvious.

On her seventeenth birthday, she knew her time in Neverland was running out. By now, she knew this place was real. She'd been having the same sort of dreams for 11 years. They weren't her imaginary friends. They were frozen in time, frozen by magic, but they were real.

And Peter Pan was their king.]

It's my birthday, you know. [She says as she slips into the campsite. She comes and goes as she pleases, as she always has. Some of the boys perk up at the sight of her. Faye, if nothing else, brings her own brand of fun wherever she goes.]

Hopper Adventures [boomtown Universe]

[exceptone]

[Well, Pan wanted to go see Wonderland, and so here they are: Wonderland. Somehow, his travels had never taken him to this place before; he's just never had any business here. And so, when Jefferson's own work calls for a trip to Neverland, Pan is all too eager to join him. Not only does it give him a chance to explore a new world, but it also gets him out of New Dodge, which is something he's sorely needed since his return from Storybrooke.

Yes, in a way, this is Peter Pan taking a holiday.

As they materialize (or whatever it is the hopper does) in Wonderland, it takes Pan a moment to adjust to the sudden colorfulness of everything. An open, sunny sky; lush grass as tall as he is; giant, spotted mushrooms... He turns to Jefferson.]

Well. I can't say this is quite what I was expecting.

[Of course, appearances can be deceiving, and he's sure that somewhere like Wonderland is quite the deceptive place, indeed.]