Sorry for not updating so long. I hope this piece will make it up with you.

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Chapter 7

They had left Kensington Garden and were standing in a wide field.

"How do you know this place?" Peter asked. The field was surrounded by trees, so that it was quite secret.

"I found it one day, when my brothers and I were playing games."

"It's wonderful." Peter said.

"Not only that, but it's really handy. Nobody can see what we're doing here, so you can do as crazy as you want." Wendy laughed and fell down in the grass.

"I thought you were scared that people would think the wrong things about us." Peter teased. Wendy playfully gave him a glare, but talked on.

"You know," she said, "Sometimes I come here to relax. My aunt often gets me on my nerves."

Peter fell next to her on the ground. Wendy looked at him, smiling.

"You shouldn't be lying, you should be flying."

Peter frowned slightly. "How do you fly?" He asked seriously and Wendy also frowned.

"What I needed at that time were happy thoughts and pixie dust," she said slowly, trying hard to remember every detail. She rolled over, so that she lay on her belly. "However, you only needed happy thoughts. I guess that's because you belong to Neverland."

Peter thought. He had had many times happy thoughts, why hadn't he been flying then? He told Wendy this.

"It's not that strange." She said after a while. "When you lived in Neverland, you hadn't any bad thoughts. Now, however, you do. You probably need a stronger happy thought to work."

Peter nodded, that sounded logical. There was a comfortable silence. Peter thought hard, what was his happy thought? As he secretly looked at Wendy, he had a pretty good idea. He recalled the thimble she had given him once. Where had he lost it? He searched and found it in his pocket. He took it out and watched it. It was the chain with the acorn. Something so little and yet it had so much meaning to him. Holding it high, he showed it to Wendy. She gasped and took it with great pleasure from him.

"You remember that you gave it to me?" she asked, looking at it.

"Yes, you called it a kiss." Peter smirked.

"So I did."

Peter watched her. Her eyes were half closed as she remembered the adventure three years ago. She was completely comfortable with him for she was fully relaxed. Every time they touched, he felt shivers running down his stomach. A plan was forming in his mind. He grinned.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing, just this." He said and then he tackled her and started tickling her.

"Mercy, mercy, please." Wendy yelled, trying to escape his hands.

"Only if you kiss me" Peter said sneaky. Wendy immediately stilled her movements.

"What?" She asked slightly shocked. Peter hands stopped.

"Only if you kiss me." he whispered. He stared down at Wendy. They lay in the perfect position, he suddenly reflected. Wendy was on her back and Peter was on his stomach directly next to her. He moved a bit, so that his face were only inches from Wendy's.

"Kiss me" His eyes were searching for hers. Wendy was looking at him, her eyes wide open and exploring his face. Her hand found his face and her fingers traced it. Her fingers found his mouth, his nose and cheeks. Everywhere she touched him, he felt his skin burn.

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and closed the distance. Gently he pressed his lips on hers. He could feel Wendy responding and smiled. He felt completely happy.


Seconds later Wendy opened her eyes, she was feeling wonderful. She still clung to Peter and she had the feeling she was flowing. She looked down and shouted:

"Peter!"

"Hmmm" was her only response, his nose was busy nuzzling her neck.

"Peter, please. Look down."

She felt Peter stop and move.
"I'm flying!" he exclaimed. Wendy laughed.

"You did it. I'm so proud of you." Wendy said softly, while she wiped a lock of his hair away. Peter beamed at her, a wide grin appeared on his face. After a while Peter looked into the distance.

"All is right again." He said, more to himself than to Wendy.

"Let's go for a ride." He said then looking again at Wendy, letting her go except for her hand. Together they flew through the air, around the Big Ben like last time. Landing gentle on the roof, they looked down. It was still midday, but the city was beautiful.

"To think that this town is filthy, because of the industry." Wendy breathed. She could feel Peter look at her.

"Do you like it here?" He asked.

"Yes," Wendy pulled her eyes away from the view en turned to Peter. "Perhaps I'm not always happy, but I like my life here."

"Will you miss me?"

Wendy smiled sadly. "Everyday"

Suddenly Peter grinned. Wendy saw it and asked herself not for the first time that day whether it was a good sign.

"What?" she asked reserved.

"No, I was just thinking."

"Should I be afraid?" Wendy asked playfully.

"I was thinking about the reason that I can fly again." Wendy blushed lightly. Peter chuckled.

"I don't think it was a memory I needed."

"Well, then you have a problem. It's high impossible that I need to... to..."
"Kiss" Peter helped. Wendy blushed somewhat more.

"Yes, kiss you every time you want to fly."

"Well, I think we can arrange something" Peter winked at her and then looked again to the city below.

"I need you to be with me. The kissing part is just an added thing, though I quiet liked it."

He took her hand and squeezed. "Come, I'll take you home." He jumped and took Wendy with him.

Flying again was marvellous. Wendy hadn't felt so light in years. She glanced at Peter, he looked radically with his refound power. Full of confidence he steered them between buildings and he played with the height in the air. Suddenly Peter turned his head to her and caught her watching him. He smirked. Wendy quickly looked down with a small smile. She remembered his words.

'I need you to be with me'

She felt her inside shiver every time she thought about these words. 'I need you to be with me' A wide smile spread through her face.

"What's so funny?" Wendy shook her head.

"Ah, please, Wendy?" Peter begged her.

"I just remembered something." Peter frowned and then his eyes began to sparkle and he raised an eyebrow.

"Was it a scene that happened just a few minutes ago?" He asked laughing. Wendy blushed slightly.

"No, not that. But it had to do with you."

"Well, about who else would you think?" Peter laughed merrily and pulled her closer. "I also thought about you." he whispered softly. Wendy thought she couldn't be more lucky. She beamed at him and hold his hand closer. Peter returned her gesture and then pointed with his other hand.

"We're almost there. There's your house" Wendy signed, but nodded. Peter and she landed on the ground a few yards from her house.

"It must have been a great day for you." Wendy said. "You've found your memory back and you can fly again." She didn't want to think about the consequences, not while she was so happy at the moment.

"Yes," Peter said, while he caressed her hand lazily and unconsciously. Wendy concentrated only at that movement for a moment.

"When will you go back to Neverland?" She finally asked, desperate and at the same time anxious for the answer.

"First I need to talk to father. I can't just leave." Peter said.

"And then?"

"I don't know." Peter shrugged. "I can't wait too long, Neverland waits for me. Yet I don't want to leave."

"You should go. King of Neverland" Wendy laughed and curtsied, hidden her true feelings. Peter didn't laugh, he waited for her to stand again.

"You don't want me here?" he asked and he seared her eyes for clues. Wendy looked back.

"Don't ask me that. That isn't fair" she said. She didn't break the eye contact. She had waited three years for him, now she knew that he hadn't forgotten her and that he did love her. It was more than she could have hoped for. Now it was time to let him go, to have him the destiny he was made for. It was time to let him go to Neverland.

"That's not an answer." Wendy took a deep breath, closed her eyes and prepared herself.

"No, I don't want you here." She heard Peter's sharp inhale.

A small cliffhanger, the next part will come soon (I mean it!).

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