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Neal Cassidy

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Apr 28 2017, 04:55 PM
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When he first arrived at Pan's camp, he was told that he wasn't this kid they were looking for and it was after this that he met Pan for the first time, recognising him as the Pied Piper that he'd met back in the Enchanted Forest, the one who had brought him friends in his life, well, until his papa poofed him home that is.
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On this island, however, Pan seemed different. He wasn't like the Pied Piper, who was just wandering the Forest, he was boss of Neverland and he never let anyone forget it. Was his papa right about him all along?
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Bae wasn't sure why, but, there was a strange connection he felt with Pan in particular, like there was something connecting them together in a way that he may never really understand or find out at all.
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Bae sat on one of the logs by the campfire that they had here. All he wanted to do was get back to the Darlings, the only people he might still have a chance at a family with. But, that probably wasn't to happen anytime soon.
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He let out a soft sigh, as he hugged his knees to his chest for a moment. Bae just looked into the flames of the fire, and, caught himself seeing images of not just the Darlings, but, also Hook and his father who abandoned him.
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Bae threw a rock in the fire as he wanted to make the images disappear. That wasn't something he wanted to be reminded of. Not that he could ever forget it anyway.
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Bae just pulled Wendy's handkerchief out of his pocket and ran it through his fingers as he continued to sit on the log.
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Neal knew that this job at the stables was an extra one he took on in order to provide for his family easier. It was a job that he'd done, for even a small amount of time back in the Forest, and, he hadn't been bad at it.<br>
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Just one thing might've been a bit of an issue. He wasn't exactly able to ride these horses. Since no-one had ever really taught him.<Br>
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But he wasn't going to let it stop him doing his job. Neal had walked one of these horses out to the Forest so that he could give it room to exercise a bit. Neal knew that the back paddock of stables were fine, but, sometimes horses needed more space.<br>
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Besides he didn't really want them to see that he worked in the stables, but, couldn't ride a horse.<br>
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The Past

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Bae felt the nuzzle of the horse moving towards his neck, and, he couldn't help, but, chuckle. At least the creatures that were here were always happy to see him. And, it made him feel good. Besides he liked his work here.<br>
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Not alot of places would offer work to a 14 year old boy, especially one who was the son of the Dark One, but, he did the job well and the horses loved him. So the owner really couldn't let him go, if he didn't have a real reason.<br>
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As he stood in the stalls and brushed the manes of the horses, Bae smiled at them. "I wish I could ride you guys. But, that isn't possible right now." Bae didn't hear someone coming behind him, until he heard a voice "You know that might be possible sooner then you think." Bae turned away from the horse and looked at the man. "What do you mean?"<Br>
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"I could use some extra help with training these horses alot more. Maybe once you're old enough that could be where you end up." Bae gave the man a small smile. "That sounds great."<br>
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The Present

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Neal soon reached and stood in the Forest, as he let go of the horse's reigns, and, began watching the horse come towards him before running around. Hopefully the horse wouldn't run away, because then he would really be in some trouble.</div>
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After Neal's talk with Archie, he decided he should at least try and talk to his father. After all he'd wanted this for a long time. Maybe they could get all the bad stuff off of his chest and then they could work on things between them.<br>
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Neal secured his jacket around himself before heading out of the Bed and Breakfast and began making his way towards the shop that he remembered was his father's. He didn't know how this would go, but, it was worth a shot. Besides it would give him a chance to examine the items in this store, when his father wasn't dying.<Br>
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When he reached the door of this shop, Neal noticed the door was closed, and, with the sign saying closed it meant he may be in, and, it would allow them to talk properly. Neal hesitated as he lingered by the door for a moment. He wasn't sure this was a good idea after all.<Br>
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Neal just stood by the door and leant against it. Maybe he couldn't do this after all. He shook his head. He was right, he couldn't. Neal kept his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the shop, and, instead headed up the street a bit more.<Br>
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He just took a seat on a bench instead, and he leant his back against it. This was harder then he thought it would've been. Neal had been determined that he hated his father, but, being back here. Neal was debating those feelings.<br>
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And, he didn't even have anyone here to talk to about it. Neal would go to Emma, but, he didn't want to push anything there. So he just stayed sitting on the bench for a moment, and, pulled out his keychain, fiddling with the bracelet through his fingers.<Br>
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Neal got lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear anyone coming towards him.</div>
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This town, Storybrooke was definitely different to New York, or anywhere else he'd lived for that matter. And, that was in more of a sense then his father was here. Just the concept of the town as a whole.<Br>
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Neal knew that he probably wasn't heading back to New York anytime soon. So, he should probably figure this place out. No matter how small or empty this town seemed to be.<br>
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He was still working on things with Emma, and, was still getting to know his own son, so he didn't really know alot of people in this town. Which wasn't new for him, but, still he didn't even have Tamara here to talk to right now.<br>
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Neal had at first thought the whole thing was a dream, until he had woken up the next day in New York and everyone was still there. So, this was all real. He'd finally been found.<Br>
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And, Neal knew that there was no running away or hiding anymore. He finally had to face everything head on. He finally had someone other then himself to stay for.<br>
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As he wandered the streets of this town, he soon spotted a Diner not too far from where he had found accommodation. At least the idea of these seemed somewhat familiar, and, he made his way inside.<Br>
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As he stood there he momentarily flashed back to when he was a kid, and, would walk into that small diner in Arizona. Neal came out of his thoughts and looked around before ordering a hot cocoa with cinnamon and some eggs, and, heading towards a booth and sliding himself in.
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Neal was over the moon when he had found out that Belle had given birth to his brother and sister. He had been looking forward to the chance to be a big brother for real. He was going to be the best big brother, that was a promise he was giving them.<br>
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He'd played the role for a while, however unofficial the role had been back then. Being one of the oldest ones in any of the homes he'd been in, it just automatically became a role he'd fallen into, and, he had sort of enjoyed it.<Br>
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But, this was different. He was actually the big brother for real this time, and, he already loved them.<br>
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He had gone to visit them all while Belle was still in the hospital, but, this was his first real visit with the both of them, and, his father too. Neal knew that he didn't start work for a few hours, so he was able to spend a bit of time with all of them.<Br>
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A part of him was worried that the twinge of jealously and everything else he'd felt when he first found out would come through when he was with them. But, it wasn't their fault. It wasn't really anyone's fault.<br>
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Neal had gotten himself dressed and, had stopped by Granny's on the way to his father's house. When he reached the front door, Neal just gently knocked on it, waiting for his father or Belle to answer.
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