To say that Peter Pan is patient is laughable. So it comes as no surprise that after a week of waiting for a girl who looked like Wendy to appear, Peter was growing very frustrated and discouraged and was seriously considering flying back to Neverland and swallowing down that potion. But the thimble against his heart seemed to burn him every time he had these thoughts and the girl in his dreams made him stay and keep searching.

Peter moved around a lot and perhaps that is why Tink was not able to find him for a good while. She had no idea how he was surviving in the real world but he was doing a fine job of it. After almost a month of being in the mortal realm, Tink felt Peter's presence and her wings lit up as she raced to his side.

Peter was stunned that his fairy was able to find him and was incredibly grateful to her for coming to him. She rested in his palm and he held her close to his cheek as she chimed at him.

"I'm really happy to see you too, Tink!"

Any luck?

"No. It's like I told the boys and the King and Queen. It's impossible to find her. I keep searching all over England and I even went to that America place a few weeks ago but that would have taken me years to search! I just don't have a clue Tink," he added sadly. Her wings drooped for a moment but she patted his cheek and gave him a smile.

Peter, you're connected to Wendy in a way you've never connected to anyone before. Except perhaps me. But I can always feel when you're close. Maybe you can feel Wendy's soul. Try finding her that way. With your heart, not with your eyes."

"Tink, why do you think that would work now? If that really did work, don't you think I would have felt it when she d-…after it happened?"

Not necessarily. Maybe losing her made you realize how very special she was to you. Neverland has changed over the years, Peter, because you have changed. The boys are right; you used to be so full of life and fun. I'm not saying you're not anymore but you're not as lively as you once were. And I think she has something to do with that. Or the fact that you have lost her, anyway.

Peter smiled down at the fairy.

"When did you get so smart, Tink?"

I've always been smart. You've just never listened to me.

Peter chuckled and shook his head.

"Ok. How do I do it?"

Close your eyes. Listen to your heart. Remember her. Remember what she looked like, how her hair smelled, the feel of her hand in yours. Close your eyes, Peter! Concentrate.

"Tink, I can't do this—"

Close them now. Tink took a deep breath. If Peter was going to be stubborn about this, she would delve even deeper. She had never liked the Wendy-bird but she loved her for what joy she had brought to Peter. She hated her for the pain she had brought him. And she missed her because Peter missed her. She also knew with one glance that her Peter was growing weaker. Going hundreds of years without loving something…well, mermaids could do it but their hearts were made of ice. Little boys couldn't do it. Not even extraordinary boys who could fly. He needed love in his life. The kind of love that Tinkerbell and the Lost Boys couldn't give him. She didn't know what would happen if he stayed here in the mortal world much longer but she was ready for him to come back to Neverland. And he wouldn't do that unless he found her.

Remember the way she pressed her lips to yours…feel them, Peter. Remember what she tasted like. How she felt pressed against you.

Peter's eyes shot open and he was growing redder by the minute.

"Tink! She rolled her eyes again.

I'm trying to help you, you silly ass. Why are you so stubborn?

"I remember her clearly, Tink, but what does—"

You need to start doing something you have never done. Feel with your heart and not your head! Try.

Peter obeyed and closed his eyes again. He felt a warm glow come from somewhere in his chest and he frowned. The thimble seemed to be radiating heat and he felt a strange rushing feeling.

"Wait a second." He opened his eyes and looked around. Without a word, he jumped into the air and flew into the London skyline.

Peter! He slowed down, remembering he had left Tink and he cast her an apologetic look.

What are you feeling?

"Some kind of weird feeling, right here," he touched his heart and frowned again. "What is it Tink?"

Peter, you know what it is. But you'll always be just a boy if you can never say the words.

"I don't ever want to be anything else!" Tink merely shook her head, a sad look on her tiny face. If Peter didn't stop denying his feelings, Tink had a feeling the consequences could be terrible. Peter was no longer paying attention to the fairy; his attention had shifted to a building below them. Teenagers were spread all over the lawn, coming to and from. Most of them had large black bags slung over their shoulders and some of them were dressed very funny, in Peter's opinion. He dropped lower and hid behind one of the bushes. Tink dropped to his shoulder and tugged on his curls.

Peter, you better not be seen! You don't look like one of them, not one bit!

"They're dressed pretty strangely too, Tink," he said, his eyes darting from one kid to another, most of them wearing tights and leotards.

Not like that! You're wearing leaves and flowers for crying out loud.

"I don't have a single flower on me," he said in a disgusted tone. The fairy rolled her eyes.

Would you listen to me for once?

"Where's your sense of adventure, Tink?" his eyes sparkled as he grinned and walked out into the open. Tink watched him with her jaw wide open.

He picks NOW to be adventurous and himself again?! Unbelievable!

Peter walked around the lawn, his head twisting and turning taking in the sights. It was fascinating to just people watch. He couldn't believe how much had changed. So many new sights and smells and new fashions and sounds and it was all wonderful! He was about to leap into the air and soar overhead but stopped himself as his feet were about to leave the ground. At the same time, Tink landed in his curls and hid.

Don't you DARE!

"Tink, would you get out of here? Fairies aren't really supposed to mingle with mortals."

Neither are magical flying boys!

He frowned and shook his head.

"Buzz off. I'll call you if I need you." She stuck her tongue out at him and blew a large raspberry before she flew away. He watched her go until he heard a sound that made his heart drop.

"Oy! Peter Pan!" Going white as a sheet, he turned to see three teens hurrying toward him. He gulped as they towered over him. Peter was not one to feel fear but here in this strange new world, he was secretly terrified.