Soft chimes and annoying bells invaded dark dreams that veiled her mind as she slept. Dreams that had been filled - at first - with never ending glades, beautiful waterfalls, and secret groves tucked in the hallows of enormous trees. These dreams had always started with the same beautiful days of her childhood, but by their climax turned gray and dark. Storms blooming over the horizon while strikes of multi-faceted lightning struck valiantly across the clouds and then almost as suddenly as the lightnings flash His face would appear. For the longest time she had once woken with heart skipping and mind racing, fear would riddle her in the first moments of waking until she caught her breath and came to realize it was always a dream – always just a dream. Dreams were funny in that way mixing past present and future together. Today was nothing different – but as she woke today like many days since those troubling first few years – she knew it was but a dream and that Peter Pan was not hunting for her.<br/><br/>Bright green blue eyes flashed to the bedside table just below and to the side of her luxurious hammock styled bed as the alarm clock continued to scream angrily at her – the digital numbers flashing roughly 10 AM at her. With a sigh she sat up and stretched thin arms while long silver blonde hair fell around her shoulders and down the center of her back it's length almost brushing her waist line and held gentle waves and loose curls towards the end. As she stretched the sunlight from her room's bay windows fell to dance across many Celtic tattoos, her right shoulder black up over her shoulder and wrapping down around her arm to the elbow while the left arm held a hefty width band. These tattoos glimmered lightly though one would have to study them to realize and it could be excused for shimmer lotion on her skin, but in fact the pale silver green markings were of natural origin and defined her as of the fae heritage – a Sihde Mettalauser Aos in fact one of the more rare sub-species of her kind. Also down the center of her back in even more faint lines was a Scrawling Tattoo – a binding spell that hid her wings beneath her flesh and allowed her to walk among men with none the wiser.<br/><br/>Why were morning always so early? She thought and pondered on she would sleep all day if she could – but sadly there were things to be done and machinery to be fixed. Tossing long slender legs over the side of her hammock her toes touched down just as it swayed from her movements and she stepped on toes easily out of it's path as it swung back. Another day another dollar was in her mind as she made about her tiny studio apartment in her morning routine. Finished with that she dressed swiftly noting the time her eyes lingered over the clock for a moment as if troubled that she were forgetting something . . . The time changed and in that flash of digital numbers whatever it was slipped from her mind again and she made her way down and out of her apartment complex.<br/><br/>She stepped onto the streets of China town wearing a pair of plain black jeans, a matching denim jacket and a short pale gray loose shouldered sweater over a blank t-back tank – to finish her look off a pair of fold – over rim boots also in black she looked like any other person which was her objective. Her eyes glanced about her surroundings as she always did when exiting her little apartment – it was as though she were looking to spot someone before making her way into the garage down the side alley to fetch her acid green and black motorcycle. Straddled up and black raven designed helmet on she kicked the engine over and made a quick b-line to her place of work. She would arrive on time after gliding through the traffic to park before a squarish building that had large bay doors and several vintage vehicles tucked along an alley running beside it. A sign over the large bay doors called it Marooner's Bay Garage. It was a vintage repair garage and had been around for decades with a growing reputation every time the show called Graveyard Car's came by to film any special restoration job they might have.<br/><br/>Parked she removed her black helmet and placed it on the seat of the Ninja ABS Sport her fingertips caressing the almost neon green chassis as made her way inside. Lily, one of her only friends, was at the front desk as was per the normal - her dark brown eyes, lovely tan skin and black hair pulled into it's normal pigtail braids greeted her with a flash of a smile but otherwise said nothing to her as she was engaged thoroughly in whatever conversation she was having her finger twirling through the cord of the ancient phone they kept up front for business. Though she didn't work here her boss Doc allowed her company and free services of manning the front desk.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“LyzaBell is that you?”</span>Came a croak of a voice from the garage as the front guest door swung shut chiming behind her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“Yeah boss – just me”</span>Bell sighed and rolled her eyes at Lily as she passed her by and headed into the back garage. The first thing she spotted was her baby a, 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda, lifted up on the rack with a pair of spindly legs sticking out from beneath her beautiful frame.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d"> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“You under there Doc?” </span>She asked as she tilted at the waist to get a better view of him – she still couldn't see from his shoulder's up as he'd plunged his body from just over shoulders and up into the engine's underbelly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“Yeah hand me that dag-nabit wratchet! I broke another one”</span>He said his long arms dropped the broken misused wrench on the floor – it looked half gnawed on the metal of it's head was so bent out of shape!<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“You be nice to her!”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> </span>Bell warned with a playful smile on her face while kicking the discarded wrench out from under the car and out of the stepping path of Doc should he forget it was there.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> “She's done nothing to warrant you breaking tools on her belly like that!”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“I swear you care more about cars that people Bell!” </span>He grumbled as she handed him the designated dag-nabit. She always knew what tool he was asking for even when he growled out funny pet names for the tools. She sighed and her eyes looked away Pan's face coming into her mind as she remembered her past.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“It's cause car's don't mistreat you Doc”</span>she said but he wouldn't catch it cause that moment Lily came scampering in with a notebook in hand and flashed Bell her genuine mischief smile.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">“Coffee order – my man should be on shift now at the Starbucks across the street!” </span>She always went for coffee when John Darling was working. Bell rolled her eyes again then called out her normal order a vinte sized iced caramel macchiato then stepped under the car with Doc to take a look at the air intake system she'd been dealing with fixing most of yesterday. She always went back over her own work. It was odd to her to think that this was the sort of repairs she fell into after leaving Neverland. Blue-green eyes seemed distant for a moment as she remembered old times, Pan's face inevitably flashed before her and she sighed wondering why she kept coming back to him today.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“I'll take a strong black cup – see that them there sissy boy's don't screw it up with no sugary crap either like they did last time” </span>His head had actually popped out from where it'd been moments before while he demanded his coffee be stout like an ox! He seemed to pause though and noticed Bell's distant look<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“Everything alright kiddo?”</span>Doc asked as his arm worked vigorously at the bolts under the oil pan. He seemed determined to replace every part of her Baby!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> “You look a little forlorn.”</span>He said as she blinked large eyes at him and shook her head.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“I'm fine Doc what's with the questions?” </span>She turned then and stepped quickly back out from under the car and made for the computer half running away from the topic half actually doing her job to force dark thoughts from her mind.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“You need me to hunt down any parts? I'm about to look for another few myself”</span>She said and he laughed before mentioning a list by the computer she could barely translate the scribbling scrawls of his hand writing and compared it from his grumbles to know just what to order. She wiggled the mouse and waited for the screen saver to vanish and then went to work deciphering.<br/><br/>It was only a few minutes before her eyes dropped down to the time clock on the bottom right corner of the screen did she realize what she'd been forgetting that morning as her eyes moved across her own alarm clock. The date … she;d forgotten today's date<br/><br/>Memories flashed before her eyes and LyzaBell Tinker was no longer in the Marooner's Bay Garage, she was back in That place, the den of the Lost Boys and their Ring Leader Peter Pan had just turned a cruel back hand across her face. They'd been arguing again and finally Bell had out right accused him of stealing it – her kind's most precious possession – it was the truth of it – He'd Killed the last Guardian and taken their treasure to make himself what he was – she'd known it she just had to prove it over the past couple years. And in her urgency to try and unravel the truth from him – he'd caught on and she'd stumbled in her words spoke to much. Her accusation had ended with his sharp knuckles slapping across her cheek and tears had welled in her eyes even though she'd felt this pain many times before something about this time seemed to weigh with finality.<br/><br/>The sting of his knuckles across her cheek still rang across ten years time and Bell's hand would lift to her cheek as her memories spiraled on. She could remember flaring – practically using a flash bang of magic on them all – while she'd changed into her wings and shrank down to zip out of the Lost Boys den. From there it had been a mad dash – she had to find someone who could help her stop him, to help her retrieve the Guardian's Key from him along with other strange items the crazed boy had been collecting. But in her urgency she made silly decisions and had come to look for the Blue Fairy at some silly gallery opening at the museum. She'd only barely evaded him on the streets when Peter had been stopped by some stranger she'd never met before. She thanked all the pixie dust in the kingdoms that – that man had caught Pan's attention even for a moment to spare her this chance.<br/><br/>But it was to no avail – Pan like always – found her at the gallery opening. And she was all but helpless when the Lost Boys and that bastard Hook had all showed up with Pan crowing like a trumpet! She had failed and she would be sealed in the light bulb again she just knew it! But something amazing had happened – a battle a show down – all that had ended with the Gallery looking worse for the wear and with Pan trapped in some mystical vase! That vase had been her saving grace that day. She'd hopped to smash it or destroy it and it's contents that day – so she'd stuck around in tiny form to ease drop and she remembered another man they called Merlin saying the vase would open in ten years time.<br/><br/>Ten Years Time … Ten Years Time! Her mind was screaming at her now and she wrenched herself free from her memories stumbling back from the computer with a soft squeak from her lips. Doc's head finally peeked from under the car and he looked at Bell with worry in his eyes. “LyzaBellia are you okay?” He asked. She didn't respond, she backed further from the computer turning her face was ghost white. She didn't even seem to hear Doc as he asked her again further concern coloring his tone as he moved out from under the towards her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“H-he's coming b-back...” </span>She whispered under her breath before suddenly bolting for the door.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“LYZABELLIA!”</span>Doc called reaching her a moment to late she brushed by him and kept going.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">“LYZABELLIA!”</span>Doc called again but she was to lost in her train of thought to hear him.<br/><br/>She mounted her motorcycle just as Lily was coming back to the store she couldn't spare her time though as she kick started the bike and raced out of the parking lot. If Pan was back then the Guardian's Key would be back too! It was a double edge sword part of her was terrified of Pan – while another part of her wished to complete the mission she'd started all those years ago! She had to figure out where that man – Merlin they'd called him – had hidden the vase. Maybe if she jumped him as he returned she could surprise him? Maybe … just maybe... but where should she start?!<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“The gallery someone there has to know where Merlin is!”</span>She said as she raced for the museum a plan of action slowly forming in her mind now.