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The figure at the back of the room was shaking in her chains but she stopped when she saw who stood in the doorway. She smiled, shaking her blonde curls out of her face. Her bright eyes found his.

"Hello Peter," she said in a soft voice. Peter hadn't heard that voice in many years. The soft timbre with the British dialect made him quiver where he stood.

"Wendy?" he said in a disbelieving tone. Her smile widened and Peter swallowed. Everything about her, her hair, her eyes, her smile, even her scent was like a memory that came flooding back. He cautiously approached her and knelt in front of her.

"How…how can this be?"

"I've been here, all this time, Peter," she said softly. "I searched the island for you but you never came. Slightly told me you would be waiting for me but I never found you. So I stayed on this side of the island, hoping one day I would run into you. And just a few days ago, these pirates approached me and asked me who I was. They asked me if I was Peter Pan's Wendy-lady. They said they knew how to find you and that you would come for me. So I waited here, in this cabin, thinking I had been tricked. But you came. You're really here." She reached out a trembling hand and stroked his cheek. He moaned at her touch, his eyes closing lazily.

"Wendy," he said softly.

"Yes, Peter. It's me." He glanced down and saw she too had shackles around her ankles but her hands were free. He gently took one of her hands into his own and gazed into her eyes.

"I can't believe it. I dreamed of you every day. I thought I had lost you forever."

"No, Peter. After I died, I came here to find you. I don't know how long I've been here but I know it's been a long while. Where have you been all this time?"

"I…I was here," he said slowly.

"The pirates said you had left Neverland. That you had gone searching for something."

"I…I was searching for you, Wendy. I was told…that your soul might have come back…that you might have been reincarnated. I went searching for you and thought…." He stopped, afraid to continue. His heart and his brain were racing. If Wendy was here, who was Gwen? And was this what Mullins had meant when he said he needed to make a choice? He swallowed and rose to his feet.

"I'll be right back."

"Wait, Peter, where are you going? Don't leave me!"

"I'm not, I just need to have a word with the pirate in charge. I promise, I'll be right back."

"Please come back to me, Peter." He swallowed again and nodded.

Once he was out of the cabin, he leaned against it and closed his eyes. His world had just turned upside down.

"I told yeh, you'd be shocked," said a voice at his shoulder, making him jump. Mullins watched him, his blue eyes clouded.

"What did you mean, I'll have to make a choice?"

"Now that yeh see that your modern girl isn't your Wendy after all, I'm afraid we have some bad news. The rules of Neverland are finite; we aren't to bring grown ups here. Yeh have to choose one of the girls to stay with yeh and the other one will die." Peter's jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, Pan, that's just how it has to be. The one yeh choose can stay with yeh forever. The one yeh turn from dies at sunrise." Mullins moved closer to Peter, who was so shocked he couldn't move. "It's an easy choice, isn't it? I mean, you've been searching for Wendy for so long. You've found her again. This other girl is just an ordinary lass from the modern world. It's not Wendy, as yeh thought. Isn't that an easy decision then?"

"Of course it's not an easy decision. I don't want Gwen to die!"

"So you'd let Wendy die? The only girl you've ever loved?" Peter stared at the pirate in shock and fear. Mullins glanced up at the moon and back at Peter.

"Yeh only have a few short hours to decide. Both of them were cut with a poisoned dagger. One of them will die when the sun rises." Mullins stomped off, leaving Peter to his racing thoughts. And race they did. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to make this decision? Was it really easy, as Mullins had said? Yes, he had found Wendy again. But he had fallen for Gwen. He couldn't let anything happen to her. On the other hand, had he fallen for Gwen because he was convinced it was Wendy? Groaning, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the acorn necklace he always carried. It looked as wilted and dead as it had before. He pulled it over his neck and let it hang next to his thimble. Taking a deep breath, he opened the cabin door and walked in.

Gwen's head snapped up when he walked in and she sighed with relief.

"I thought you'd left me," she said quietly. Her words made him stop and stare at her.

"I told you I wouldn't. I tried to find the key to take these chains off you. You look uncomfortable."

"I just want to go home," she said in a pained whisper. "Did you find out what they want?"

"No," he lied. "Mullins used to work for Hook. He's taunting me and won't tell me anything." Gwen sighed heavily and leaned her head against the wall.

"Gwen…are you absolutely positive that you're not Wendy? I mean, Wendy reincarnated?" Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him.

"I've told you, Peter, I'm not Wendy. I can't be. Why do you insist on making me someone else? Am I not enough for you? Do I have to be Wendy for you to love me?"

"Of course not, I just…I'm still learning about love, Gwen. You said yourself Wendy was my true love. If I have the chance to be with her again, do I take that chance?"

"If you find her, I wouldn't fault you for choosing her over me. You're her true love, not mine." Though the words burned her insides, she did not want him to feel guilty for loving another. Even though she knew she had fallen in love with him, she knew she could never keep him. Whether he belonged to Wendy or not, she knew he belonged here, in Neverland. And she didn't.

"Do you love me, Gwen?" She looked up, startled and saw his eyes blazing down at her. Her heart thumped painfully as she searched for the right words to say.

"No, Peter. I don't feel that way for you. You're Peter Pan, Prince of Neverland. And you belong here." Peter's heart slowed to a stop at Gwen's words. Without another word, he rose to his feet and left the cabin. As soon as the door closed, Gwen's head dropped to her chest and she wept silently.

Peter sat next to Wendy and watched her sleeping. He tentatively moved a curl from her face and she shifted, her eyes fluttering open.

"You came back."

"Of course I did. I wouldn't leave you."

"What's in that other cabin they're keeping?" He glanced behind him and bit his lip.

"I'm not sure."

"Don't lie to me, Peter. What's in there?"

"it's uh…um…"

"Is it a girl?" He looked at her quickly, his eyes wide.

"How did you-?"

"Mullins came in here and told me they had brought a girl from London who looks like me. That you think is me. Is she being kept in there?"

"Yes," he said slowly. Wendy stared at him, her expression stony.

"Do you still think I'm reincarnated? You think that girl is me?"

"Wendy, you don't understand—"

"No you don't understand! I waited for you for years. I waited at my window, hoping you would come back to me, as you promised you would. Even after I was married and had children, I waited for you. You never came back, Peter. And on my deathbed, Slightly told me that you would be waiting for me. That I would have another chance with you and I laughed at him and told him that you never loved me and he assured me you did. And so I waited for you, here. And you never came! Why did you never come for me?"

"How was I supposed to know you were here?! Not once did I see you on my side of the island. You knew I stay away from the pirates side, Wendy. Why didn't you ever come looking for me? Or ask one of the fairies to find me? Why did you hide from me? Why are you so angry with me?"

"Because you have the nerve to think that I would come back to earth as someone else, when I have been here all this time! Mullins told me about the poison, Peter. And you're honestly torn about it?" Peter winced and turned away from her, crossing his arms.

"It's not that simple, Wendy—"

"Not that simple?! You claim to love me and yet you have to think about if you're going to save me or not?!" Peter turned back to her angrily.

"I never told I loved you."

"You don't have to, Peter. Searching for me for years after my death tells me you love me." Peter stared at her for a few moments before he got up and walked out of the cabin. He walked through the darkness to the edge of the ship and stared out over the lagoon. He wished he could just fling himself into the water and stop all of the madness around him. Someone was going to have to die. One of the girls he loved was going to leave him forever. Yet he couldn't make that decision. He just couldn't. He trudged back slowly, his head hanging and he leaned against the cabin door. He heard sniffling from inside and he cracked open the door. Gwen was curled up as tight as she could, weeping into her chest. Peter wanted to weep with her; he remained where he was and watched her warily. She used her bound hands to wipe away her tears but then more came; still sniffling, she tried to stretch out and lay in the floor but found the chains too constricting. She shivered, as her dress had been ripped nearly to shreds. She glanced up at the moon through her window and inhaled sharply.

"Dear God, I don't understand. Why do I love him so much? I'm not supposed to love him…unless I am her. Unless I have a piece of her inside me. Is that why my heart races whenever he's around? Is that why I can't resist his touch? Please God. Tell me what to do. Tell me." He inhaled sharply at her words and glanced up at the silent moon. Very quietly, he closed the door behind him and stared up at the moon.

"Tell me what to do. Please tell me," he whispered to the night.