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The queen looked over at Peter that night, as he was still unconscious. He was next to Wendy, secured in his own bubble. She looked on as all of Pixie Hollow slept, though they worried about their prince. She had no idea what was going on. She figured this was truly the end of Neverland.

Peter's mind, however, was as lively as it could possibly be in a destroyed house. He opened his eyes and groaned as he sat up, seeing he was still in the nursery. He looked around to find that he was alone. He stood up and rubbed his head.

"Wendy?"

"I'm here," she said, coming away from the broken window. She stepped carefully over the glass and walked into his arms. She sighed with a broken breath. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I think I'm like you are now. Fast asleep," he said.

"Peter, I'm scared. How are we going to get out of here?" she asked.

"I don't know." He sighed. "Is there any food?"

She shook her head. "It's all gone. Everything is destroyed."

Peter walked over to the window, seeing the sun slowly rising. Though, it continued to look gloomy and dark. He looked down and saw people walking on the street. He felt like yelling for help, but he knew nobody would notice. They wouldn't believe it in a normal house like they saw.

"Peter." He looked at Wendy, who was now sitting on the bed. "Is this it for us?"

He walked over to her and sat in front of her. The feathers rose around them at the extra weight. "This isn't the end. I'm going to get us out of here."

"I've been stuck in here for weeks, Peter! I've tried getting out, but I'm always stopped. It's like my body is telling me no," she said. She looked down. "We're doomed."

He stroked her cheek. "Hey, hey. We are not doomed. Wendy, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She looked up, shocked. "You do? You mean-"

"Yes," he nodded, smiling for the first time in a long time. "When we finally escape, I'm going back with you on Earth."

"You'd do that for me?" she asked.

"Of course I would. I don't ever want to lose you," he said. He leaned forward and captured her lips, running his fingers through her hair.

Wendy clutched onto his arms and laid down on the bed, having him hover over her. He stroked her sides down to her waist and brought his hands back up to her face, stroking it gently. She ran her nails down his back as he began kissing her neck, nipping at her soft spot. She moaned in retaliation.

"Peter, make love to me."

He looked at her, feeling hot. "What? Wendy, I-"

She put a finger to his lips. "Peter, I don't care where we are. I don't care if the house is burning, if it's snowing in the forest, or if we are stuck in the middle of nowhere. I want to feel safe with you and I want to be taken away somewhere. I want you take me away from this place."

He gazed into her eyes and saw nothing but love for him. He nodded and kissed her finger before taking her hands and holding them above her head. He then proceeded to remove her gown and looked at her naked form. Despite her scars, bruises, and dirt, he still saw her as the most beautiful person. He let her strip him off his attire and watched as she ran her hands along his smooth skin and sculpted body.

"So handsome," she whispered.

He brushed his lips across hers. "So beautiful."

She held his lips to hers as he positioned his body over hers. They were suddenly taken away from the hell they were in. To them, as their bodies moved fluently with each other, they were taken back to Neverland. They were back in their comfortable bed and nestled under the covers. Everything was calm and they were safe. There were no fights and no enemies. It was pure peace. It was as if nothing could harm them.

It seemed as if ages had passed until they sighed together, basking in the high of their activities. Peter held her naked body close to his as they spooned each other. Sweat rolled down their skin. Peter kissed the back of her neck and stroked her stomach as she sighed in contentment.

"I missed that," she said.

"Me too," said Peter. He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take them away.

Wendy awoke with a jolt hours later. She looked beside her and found nothing but emptiness. She began breathing heavily until she heard a noise downstairs. She quickly slipped on her gown and rushed down the steps. She skidded to a stop when she saw two police officers holding Peter by the arms aggressively. He was struggling and stopped when he saw Wendy.

"Wendy," he whispered. "Don't come down here."

"Wait a minute." She rushed to him, despite the growl of the officers. She held his face. "Peter, what's happening?"

He pressed his face to hers, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Wendy, I love you. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" she asked, wiping away his tears.

He choked back a sob. "I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of here."

Wendy shook her head. "No, you can still help." She looked at the officers. "Let him go!"

She was suddenly backhanded by one of the men and fell to the ground by the force. She heard Peter call her name and then a few grunts. She looked up and saw Peter's nearly crouching to his knees. He looked at her and he suddenly had a bruise forming on his face.

"Peter…"

"I'm so deeply sorry that it has to be this way, my dear."

Wendy looked into the living room, seeing a tall figure coming out of the shadows. She noticed the black boots and dark pants that fit around muscular legs. A blue and white striped shirt covered his toned body that led up to a clean face with a sculpted jaw and rounded nose. Glasses stood on the bridge of his nose and a white head of hair completed his profile.

"Who are you?" asked Wendy.

He chuckled as he stood beside the officers. "You mean, you don't recognize me? I guess you wouldn't. I look so different." He eyed her up and down. "So do you."

"Why is Peter like this?" She glared at this man.

He crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to think. "You see, Peter is a wanted man now. He is wanted for the killing of Captain James Hook. Don't forget about trespassing on his ship. Stealing jewels, killing his crew. My, the list goes on."

"What?" Wendy shook her head. "You can't do that. And, he didn't kill Hook. Hook killed him!"

"Regardless," said the man.

Wendy glared at him. "Let Peter go."

"That's quite impossible, dear. I have waited so long for him to come and now I have him. It's amazing the connection that you two have. I mean, who would have known that your heart would be connected with his?" He chuckled.

"I don't understand." Wendy furrowed her eyebrows.

"Since your heart is barely alive right now, it causes Peter's heart pain. That explains why he is now barely alive in the real world. You two are bonded to each other for life," he said. He then paused with a sneer. "But, I don't care. That will all be over now. Once I kill you here, then his heart will die automatically. You both will be dead here and there."

"You can't do that!" exclaimed Wendy. She rushed to Peter and held his face. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks. "Peter, no."

"I love you," he murmured, gradually kissing her.

The man pretended to be in awe. "How sweet. Too bad it has to end."

"You never told me who you are," said Wendy. She stayed close to Peter and looked at the man.

"I suppose I have to tell you now." He grinned and opened his arms. "Don't you remember good old Smee?"