Alright, sorry there wasn't any warning, cuz I didn't realise it myself, but this is the very last chapter. Partly due to the fact that I'm not one for writing long stories. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

        Oh & of course, as usual, my section for thanking you peeps who reviewed my last chapter:

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        Merit Somnia- Gahaha…glad you found that funny D.

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        To all the people who reviewed & have been/will be reviewing my fic (including "n/a" 0o) thank you so much for your kind words and support! I dunno when & if I'll ever start writing another one, prolly not anytime soon (unless I start on another whim) but um-well-err-Idontknowwhatelsetosay…bye bye, I guess. -sniffles-pops out of fanfiction-


        Peter realised the danger of him flying in broad daylight. He realised it, and he reveled in it, for that was the way that he was. He enjoyed seeing people's eyes look as if they were about to pop out of their heads when they spotted him; a boy clad in leaves, swimming through the air as if it were water. Sometimes he even winked at them, enjoying himself as they gasped and rubbed their eyes thinking that perhaps they were going mad.

        Besides, something also told Peter that this would be his last flight. And revel in it he would.


        Wendy had fallen asleep at the window. Her head rested against her crossed arms as she lay against the windowsill.

        "Wendy, are you alright?" Michael had asked her silently after Peter had left once again. But Wendy had just nodded. The words were trapped inside her for she felt that if she had said even one word, the tears would flow and she would not be able to stop. So Michael had left the room, his worried eyes never leaving her until he had closed the door behind him.

        The cold morning air did not seem to bother Wendy one bit. Her hair shone glossily under the morning sun and on it, tiny droplets of dew had settled, sparkling like diamonds.

        Outside her window Peter floated. He gazed transfixed at the sleeping Wendy. He thought that she always looked so peaceful when she was asleep, no matter what might have happened to her during her waking moments. Cautiously, he tucked a curtain of hair hiding Wendy's face behind her ear with his finger. And there she was, his Wendy with her graceful, womanly face and skin like the tranquil surface of the Mermaid's Lagoon on a calm, sunny day. Her cheeks were pink, warmed by the smiling morning sun. He held his breath as she stirred. Suddenly, she gave a little sneeze.

        He had to get her into bed somehow. The poor girl had stayed up all night waiting for him, falling asleep at the window in the process. And so, flying silently through her window, he lifted her as gently as she were porcelain. Her head fell against him and she snuggled cosily against his chest. He could feel her warm breaths against his skin as he held her. He was sure she could hear his heart at the rate it was beating.

        Flying to her bed, he set her down softly and tucked her in just like she had done with the boys when they had played being Mother and Father in Neverland. Like a fallen angel she lay, her dark brown hair framing her pale face as it splayed onto her pillow. And right then, Peter knew. This illness, it wasn't terrible. Not at all. It was magical. And he knew that he didn't want to be rid of it ever. He bent down to give her a thimble. And when he pressed his lips against hers, Wendy dreamily blinked her eyes open, as if waking up from an enchanted sleep.

        "Peter, you came back," she whispered happily, and yet somehow, she felt as if she had known that he would be back all along.

        "Yes. And I think I'm staying this time," Peter whispered back as he gave her an all-too-familiar grin. Wendy nodded and smiled. They would figure out the rest later, for Peter knew now that growing up wasn't going to be boring at all. No, everything could be one great big adventure as long as he wanted it to be.

        Lost in their happiness, they did not notice as a tinkle of bells and tears hovered outside their window before finally heading towards the sun, gold against gold.

The End