Till Death Do Us Part

Wendy:

"What's it like to live here? In Neverland?" she looked up to Peter.

They were walking on the beach, hand in hand, looking at the stars. They'd been walking on the beach for quite some time now.

"It's a feeling like no other," Peter chuckled. "There are no rules. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want."

"That must be amazing," Wendy squealed.

"It really is," Peter couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, how I wish my brothers could be here right now," Wendy laughed; she didn't see the smiled disappear from Peter's face.

"If you really want something, just wish for it, and it will appear."

"Would it work if I tried to wish for my brothers?"

"I'm sorry, Wendy," Peter wished he'd told her before she brought up the subject of her brothers, "it doesn't work on humans."

"Oh," Wendy showed a face of disappointment. "Well, that's alright. It was worth a try."

"Wendy, do you want to stay here?" Peter let go of her hand and turned to face Wendy.

"Forever?" she looked at him.

"Yes."

"Well, yes, but -."

"Do you mean it?" Wendy saw the boy's eyes light up.

"Peter, I really do mean it, but what about my brothers?" she continued. "I can't just leave them."

"I know," Peter turned away and looked across the water. "It's alright. It was worth a try."

Wendy felt a new pang of guilt and pain inside of her. She'd only known the boy for a short amount of time, yet it felt like so much longer.

"Peter, I -I'm sorry," she didn't want to hurt him.

"No, don't apologize," he grabbed her hand. "It's not your fault."

"I'll come back, I promise."

"When do you want to leave?"

"Peter, I -I don't want to leave, but I have to," Wendy struggled.

"I know."

She let go of his hand and brought her own to cup his face. "Come with me. Take me back."

"I can't leave this island," she felt him lean into her touch.

Wendy noticed the shadow coming into view behind Peter.

"Do you want me to leave now?"

"It would be the easiest for the both of us, wouldn't it?"

"Peter, look at me," she kept his attention focused on her. "I will come back. I will come back as soon as possible."

"I want to believe that."

"Why don't you believe me?"

"No one ever wants to come back to Neverland."

"Well, I do. I'm not the other people."

"How do I know you'll keep your promise?"

"You just have to believe in me. Have faith in me."

Peter looked down to his feet.

"Peter, please, I'm sorry," Wendy took deep breaths, careful not to cry.

He still didn't look at her.

"Good bye, Peter," she let go of his hand and back away. She turned around to walk the opposite direction, hoping the shadow would follow her. But, she felt a hand take her's; she controlled nothing. She felt Peter pull her back and turn her around, giving her no choice but to look him in the eye. She closed her eyes, afraid to see the disappointment in him.

Yet, what she got was a pair of lips on her own. She felt the gentleness of his lips on hers. He was so gentle, she felt she could've stood with him for the rest of the time she was there. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer, while he wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt his kiss turn into a sense of want, need, a plea to stay with him forever. I've only known him for such a short time; I've fallen for him already. She felt a single tear roll down her face when she realized the truth.

She gently pulled away and slowly stepped back, allowing Peter to take her in. She watched as he looked at her longingly. She knew the tears would fall sooner or later.

The shadow had flown behind her.

"Good bye, Peter."

The shadow flew down and took her hand. Wendy felt her feet leave the sand as she rose in the air. She never took her eyes off of Peter, and Peter the same. She watched as his figure disappeared as she passed beyond the stars.

Peter Pan:

He never tore his eyes away from her, not even when she disappeared in the stars.

Finally, though, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He opened them once more and looked out across the sea, lost in his thoughts.

"Well, that took long enough," he heard a voice drawl behind him.

"What do you guys want?" Peter growled.

"How do you know I'm not alone?" Tinker Bell taunted.

"You drag Felix with you everywhere," Peter turned to face the fairy and the Lost Boy.

"I wanted to see what she was talking about," Felix sneered. "It looks as if she's right for once."

"Right about what?" Peter looked between the two of them.

"We both knew the girl was trouble the minute she set foot on the island," Tink crossed her arms.

"She will be your undoing," Felix warned. "It's a good thing she's gone."

"She's coming back," Peter turned away. "Believe what you want, but I know she's coming back. She promised."

"Do you honestly believe her?" Felix asked in disbelief. "Do you really think she'll come back? She heard the boys and their cries."

"No she didn't," Peter turned once more to face Felix.

"What do you mean?"

"She couldn't hear any of the boys."

"How is that possible?"

"It's fun to use magic, especially when you're good at it," it was Peter's turn to laugh at Felix.

"So, you do care about her," Tinker Bell said to Peter.

"What if I do?"

"How is that possible? You don't have a heart!" Felix cried.

"If you two were truly loyal to me, this decision would not affect you."

"We're only supporting what's best for you, Peter," Tink reminded him.

"I cannot help that I care about her!"

"We know," Tinker Bell took a step forward, but Peter took a step back.

"No, you don't."

"I -Peter, that dreamshade I placed in her heart, you know it wasn't real, right?"

"Yes, but it was still poisonous."

"It couldn't have killed her," Tinker Bell pointed out.

"Why did you go after her?" Felix asked.

"It was my choice, not yours."

Tinker Bell threw her hands up in the air. "I give up! Felix, try talking sense into him."

Peter watched as Tinker Bell retreated back into the jungle.

"Felix, you know you won't change my mind," Peter clarified.

"You always listen to me, why won't you listen to me this time?"

"Felix, I've done enough for you, now it's your turn to return that favor."

"I'd like to live just a little bit longer, you know."

"She won't cause a problem."

"She may cause a problem for you."

"That is my concern."

The two stood silently for a few moments.

"I saved you from your own death, Felix. Remember that."

Peter concluded the conversation and turned to walk away. But, he heard Felix walking briskly towards him. Peter turned in time to catch the arrow that was headed straight for his face. With one swift movement, Peter snapped the bow in half.

"Now, now, Felix. This is not the time to take your anger out on me," Peter chuckled. "You do remember what happened the last time you did that. "

Peter mockingly traced a fake scar across his face.

Felix took a deep breath. "If you don't care enough to save our home, then I will."

"Yeah, and what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just remember where your priorities lie, brother."

Felix turned and disappeared back into the jungle. Peter stood on the beach, letting Felix's words sink in.