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"You'll die alone…and unloved." He ripped Peter's hair back and forced him to look at Wendy; their eyes met and he saw the tears in her eyes.

"Unloved," the pirate whispered in her ear as he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. Peter gave her a look of confusion and sadness before Hook yanked his head back again.

"Just like me," he muttered aloud. He threw Peter onto the deck of the ship and he could hear Wendy's screams. Peter looked up into Wendy's eyes and gave her a sad smile. He wanted to tell her so many things but couldn't bring himself to speak. A tear dropped from Wendy's cheek and Peter's eyes moved to Hook, who was bringing his hook over his head, ready for the fatal blow. Peter saw him pause for a moment and his eyes flick to Wendy. He grabbed Wendy by the arm and spun her into him; he yanked on her curls and she let out a cry as his hook flew to her throat. Peter's eyes widened at this change of events. He was supposed to be the one to die, not her. Hook was after him, not her. He sat straight up and stared at Hook.

"Let her go, Hook. You have me where you want me."

"I know you feel for her, Pan. I know you love her. And do you know what hurts your heart more than a sword?" Hook moved so quickly Peter had no time at all to react; he dove his hook into Wendy's shoulder and her screams pierced the air. As he held onto her, he gripped his sword and cast one last evil grin at Peter. Peter, who had lost all of his happy thoughts, jumped into the air but fell with a crash. As he was rising up on his hands and knees, Hook had driven his sword through Wendy's back; Peter could see the gleaming point protruding from her heart. He heard the screams of her brothers and the Lost Boys and his eyes and jaw were wide open. Hook yanked the weapons out of the girl and flung her into his arms; they both went tumbling to the ground, his arms wrapped around her bloody frame. He pushed her curls out of her face as he cradled her head in his lap.

"No, no, Wendy. Don't you think about leaving me. You can't. You can't leave me." Her hand gently brushed his cheek before it fell to the ground, limp. Peter let out a cry that made Neverland shudder; he buried his head in her bloody gown and wept. He didn't even feel Hook's sword pierce him. He was numb to the pain. But he saw his blood mixing with Wendy's and felt the life seep from him. He gripped Wendy's lifeless hand and closed his eyes.

"Together forever," he whispered before he succumbed to the darkness.

Peter's eyes shot open and he gasped for breath. He felt all over himself for any wounds or blood but found none. Groaning, he threw back the covers and ran his hands over his clammy face. Would the nightmares never cease? Sighing deeply, his feet touched the floor and he made his way to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror for the longest time, he splashed some cold water on his face and neck. He had a hard time looking at his reflection; he barely recognized himself anymore. He cast his reflection a scowl before turning away and heading back to his room. But a noise made him stop in his tracks. Moaning and sniffling noises reached his ears and they were coming from Gwen's room. Slowly and quietly, he leaned against her door and opened it just a crack. He could make out her writhing form on the bed and heard her crying.

"No, no, stop it. Please." He opened the door wider and watched her in concern. He moved closer, wanting to comfort her but unsure how. She let out a scream and he jumped.

"Leave him alone! Please!" Peter bit his lip and moved closer to the bed; he cautiously sat on the edge and reached out to stroke her damp cheek. She tossed her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Peter, Peter, please don't leave me," she whispered and he gasped.

"Don't you think about leaving me," she panted, "you can't leave me." Peter was finding it difficult to breathe. He leaned in close and stroked her cheek again.

"Gwen, wake up." Gwen tossed her head even more and her arms flailed by her side. Peter reached over and gently pressed his fingers to her wrist.

"Gwen, you're having a nightmare. Wake up. It's Peter. I'm right here."

"Peter. I'm sorry that I must grow up," she whispered and her words made him release her wrists. He saw her arm raise and her fist was closed.

"But, this is yours." She started to open her fist and she suddenly gasped.

"Tis just a thimble." Peter stared down at the girl, torn between shock and horror.

"Wendy?" he said in the softest of whispers. Gwen turned her head in his direction and bit her lip.

"This belongs to you. And always will." Peter felt his lips tingle and his fingers flew to his mouth, where Wendy's kiss lingered in the corner. He leaned over Gwen and gently traced her lips with the tip of his finger. She let out another scream and he jerked back. Glancing back at the door, afraid her parents would come running in, he turned back to her and his hand rested on her cheek.

"Gwen, you're alright. We're alright. Wake up. Please." He shook her very gently and her eyes shot open. They blinked several times before they noticed a handsome young man leaning over her, his hand on her cheek.

"Peter?" He nodded and she leaned up on shaking hands.

"What…what are you doing in here?"

"I um…you were having a nightmare. I was just trying to wake you, so you wouldn't hurt yourself." She blushed and ran her hand over her face. He had seen all of that? She hoped she hadn't screamed out or anything; the image of Peter being run through with Hook's sword still burned in her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing for the images to go away.

"What were you dreaming about?" He wondered if she would tell the truth; he knew good and well she had witnessed his own death. They had the very same dream, only reversed. She had said the very same words that he had said to Wendy. Gwen blinked back tears and shook her head.

"I don't remember," she muttered. Peter leaned back and crossed his arms.

"You lie," he said calmly. Gwen's eyes shot to him and she frowned.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know what you were dreaming about. What you saw. Just tell me."

"Peter, I don't—"

"Say it," he said firmly. She shook her head and remained silent. Peter huffed and turned away from her, his feet dangling off the bed.

"Fine, I'll say it. You watched Hook murder me, didn't you?" Gwen gasped and Peter glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I guess after you watched that, you became Wendy and tried to save me with your hidden kiss. You said the exact same words she said to me that night. Right before she kissed me." Gwen's fingers went to her lip and swallowed. She shook her head, her curls falling into her face.

"This is ridiculous. I know that you are thinking these dreams mean I'm Wendy but—"

"You're utterly stubborn like her, that's for sure," he scoffed. "You won't even admit what you know to be true."

"I DON'T think it's true, Peter," she said shrilly. "I believe you are Peter Pan and I believe Wendy may be reincarnated somewhere but it's not me. I'm sorry, but it's not." Peter hung his head and closed his eyes.

"I've had those kinds of dreams all my life," she said in a quiet voice. "I used to have nightmares about Hook when I was a little girl. Mother and Father said it was my overactive imagination."

"Or memories," he said quietly. Gwen shuffled her blankets around her.

"You're trying to fit all of the pieces of the puzzle around me. You're not even seeing that it makes no sense."

"The pieces fit exactly and you are the only one who doesn't see it!"

"I can't be her, Peter. It's impossible." Peter scoffed.

"So you'll believe in an island where no one ages, a little boy who flies, fairies, mermaids, pirates…but you won't believe that you might be my true love, returned to this world?" Gwen gasped and Peter froze; both looked stunned into oblivion. The words had slipped out of Peter's mouth and he mouthed wordlessly. Gwen stared at him, unable to think of an appropriate response.

"I'm not Wendy, Peter," she said very slowly. "My name is Gwendolyn Ann Darlinger—"

"Which sounds an awful lot like Wendy Darling," Peter said softly. Gwen huffed.

"Again, you're fitting all the pieces around me. Or trying to. They don't fit, Peter. They won't fit until you find her." Peter turned away from her and crossed his arms.

"Tink wants me to go home and drink the potion."

"What potion?" She watched his still back and saw him uncross his arms.

"The fairies gave me a potion that would erase my memories. In case I was ready to give up on finding Wendy." She gasped.

"Peter, you can't do that!"

"And why not? What's the point, Gwen? What's the point of searching for someone who might not even return my feelings? Wouldn't it just be easier to return to Neverland and forget about all of it? To just cast those thoughts aside?"

"That's what a little boy would do but not a young man in love. You love her. You've been searching for her. So don't give up on that."

"Gwen." He had turned back to her and was staring into her eyes. Before she could react, he was pressing his lips against hers. She gasped against his mouth and he broke the kiss suddenly, biting his lip and looking uncertain. He jumped to his feet and practically ran out of the room and back to his room. Gwen watched him go, her fingers coming to rest on her lips. They still tingled from Peter's kiss and her heart was beating faster than it ever had. She slowly got out of bed and went over to her bookshelf. She pulled the glossy book onto her lap and flipped to pictures of the young girl. Sighing, she ran her fingers over the page. She scanned the page and the page after that, searching for some kind of clue to help Peter find Wendy. He had said the fairies had told him that Wendy had been reincarnated. Did they not know where she was? And how could they be certain she had been reincarnated as a person? Gwen had studied reincarnation in class and knew anyone could come back as anything. What if Wendy was some kind of animal? What would Peter do then? Swallowing, she pushed the book back onto her shelf and climbed back into bed. Glancing up at the ceiling, she sighed deeply.

"Send me some sort of sign. So I know how to help him. Please."