Never Never Land

Memories and Antidotes

Joliet can never look at him. When she does she feels a wave of pain and dizziness. Like her body remembers him, but her mind doesn't. She truly hates the feeling.

"Jo."

She looks up, but not at his eyes. She knows they're blue, like the sky. She doesn't want to look into them.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

She plays with her hair.

"I know you don't remember me. I know you might not want to remember me. But-"

She looks at them. Big mistake. His eyes are full of love and pain, and she can't bear the look he's giving her, begging her to remember. "I want to remember."

"You do?"

"Yes. I know Drake isn't the one for me. I don't know if you are. But I want to know."

He smiles. But his eyes still hold the sadness and pain.

Peter's heart breaks in his chest. He needs her. How can he live without her?

"I want to remember, Peter." She winces. "I really do."

"Whether you remember or not," he says. "I will always love you. In or out of this world."

She stares at the purple hem of her shirt. "Do you think I loved you?"

It's his turn to wince.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I know you probably hate me right now."

"That's impossible."

"An antidote?"

Peter nodded. "It's a mix of flowers, pixie dust, DNA of the drinker-"

"Excuse me?" Jo crosses her arms.

"We have to get her the antidote," Drake says.

Peter frowns.

"I want the best for her. Being with you is what she needs."

"Are we all going on this scavenger hunt?" Joliet says.

"I think so," Drake says.

"And I agree."

Joliet glances at Peter. Her heart flips, like it can remember loving him. And she hates it. Can she love him? Her bottom lip trembles, and she fights off her tears.

"How do you know what we're looking for?" Drake says.

"I don't." Peter continues on. "We have to go to the Indian tribes."

"I thought they didn't help you," Drake says.

"That was because they thought we took their princess. TigerLily."

"Where is she now?" Joliet asks.

"Actually, TigerLily went missing. And she was never found."

Joliet stops. "What?"

Peter turns. "She went missing fifteen years ago."

"But-" her head spins, and her knees buckle.

"Jo!" Peter catches her.

She feels more lightheaded at his touch. "I'm fine."

He releases her. "Sorry."

She stands, still nauseated. "Let's just keep going."

Peter frowns at her.

Peter says something in a different language.

The man nods.