Author's notes: I have fifty million stories to update but I just had an epiphany and had to write this before it got out of my head...I think I may continue it actually screw that I'm definitely gonna continue it...so I hope you enjoy!

Steve Trevor landed on Themyscira when he was just seven years old.

He woke up on a sandy beach, the sun burning his eyes, a young girl with raven black hair leaning over him with wide eyes.

"You're a boy."

Steve's face scrunched up in confusion, "Yeah, do I not look like one?"

Diana beamed and from that moment they were inseparable.

His time on the island didn't begin easily. Steve held tight onto Diana's hand as her mother, Queen Hippolyta, glared down at him with narrowed and suspicious eyes. He gulped as her gaze dropped to his hand tight in Diana's and he frantically tried to pull away, but Diana just tightened her grip, throwing him a gentle smile before turning back to her mother and demanding that Steve be allowed to stay.

And stay he did.

At first, Hippolyta hadn't been too keen on allowing Steve to remain on Themyscira. But she soon found out that it was a lost cause trying to fight the other Amazonians. In the short time that Steve had been on the island, he had managed to worm his way into everybody's hearts.

His smile lightened up a room. His laugh was contagious. And anybody who talked to him couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

He would follow the warriors around like a lost puppy wanting to learn how to fight. They would show him a few moves and his face would light up as he copied them back perfectly. He would ride on the horses, sitting in front of Antiope, pretending that he was galloping across the sand in battle. She would give him pointers and soon he was riding around alone, a smile wide on his face as he jumped over fallen trees. He would sit with Hippolyta during meetings learning how to be diplomatic. She would give him pointers at how to deal with confrontation and he would solemnly nod, making a point to remember every detail she told him. But the best part was being with Diana.

Diana.

She was his first and only friend. And they were the best of friends. They were both hardheaded and stubborn. But they managed to bring out the best in each other. Though most of the time they caused more trouble than good. They were troublemakers. They were pranksters. They slipped away from their tutors. They secretly trained together. They lay in the sand, dreaming of their futures. They would sneak into each other's beds late at night, sharing their deep dark secrets. They were rarely seen more than a foot away from each other.

Steve wasn't used to having a best friend. As a child, him and his parents had moved around every few months. He was never in a place long enough to keep a friend. So instead he would follow around the adults, learning and imitating, hoping that one day he would be like one of them.

But his whole world had been turned upside down when his parents had died and he had been shipped off to live with his aunt. He had been on a boat going to Britain when a storm hit. Lightning struck the boat causing him to fall in the water. And the next thing he knew he woke up on Themyscira.

Steve loved living there. He loved his new family. He felt included. He felt loved. They cared about him. They educated him. They trained him. They loved him. He never wanted to leave. But it wasn't up to him.

Five years later, on the same day he landed on the beach, he was swept away. He was out in the water, trying to find one last pearl to finish the bracelet he was making for Diana, when a wave pulled him under. And when he woke up, he was laying on a beach a woman leaning over him. But it wasn't Themyscira. And it wasn't Diana.

His ears felt muffled and he could see the woman talking to him, but he wasn't able to comprehend what she was saying. His head swam as he caught the word London and he shook his head ripping himself out of the woman's grip. He ran back to the ocean, the water splashing around him, believing that if he could just go back under the water he would wake up back on Themyscira. But the woman ran after him, pulling him back and the last thing Steve remembered was calling out for Diana before everything went black.

The years passed and Themyscira wasn't the same. Losing Steve had hit the Amazonians hard. No one knew what had happened to him. It seemed he had just vanished. All that had been found was the bracelet Steve had been making for Diana, lying in the sand inches away from the rippling ocean. Many believed the worst, but Diana held out hope that one day she would see him again. And no one had the heart to tell her otherwise. She missed him dearly. As she grew, she threw herself into training to distract herself. But it was difficult to forget him. There were memories of him everywhere. His clothes. His weapons. His toys. His stories. His drawings. And the bracelet he had made her that she wore every day.

All the Amazonian's were heartbroken. They believed they would never see him again, but they didn't know how wrong they were.

Life continued. And then one day a plane fell out of the sky and without a second thought Diana found herself jumping into the water, grabbing onto the sinking body and dragging them up onto the sand. She glanced down, her eyes widening in shock.

The man beneath her coughed, his eyes opening but then immediately shutting as the bright sun scorched his eyes. When they opened again, he froze as his eyes caught sight of the woman with raven dark hair above him. She was older. Her eyes hardened. But it was still her. He knew it was.

"You're a man." She said in awe.

He smirked, "Yeah, do I not look like one?"

Diana froze and then reached out slowly her hand brushing the hair back from his face before pulling away as if shocked, "Steve?"