A/N: This is the last you will see of Nettle and Peter Pan – Yes, last chappie! I did so love getting your reviews they inspired me in every way! Right... here we go... It's short but sweet, I think, and I hope you enjoy it!

Wendy held her breath, looking past her bedroom window, and her eyes filled with tears.

'I belong with you, Peter.' She whispered carefully. 'I always will.'

Peter gave her a reassuring smile that stretched right beyond those haunting blue eyes, eyes that plunged into your heart and lifted it with tender fingertips.

'Then, there need be no wedding.' Nettle agreed. 'I shall miss you both.'

Peter frowned at her, 'Don't be foolish!' he laughed, 'You're coming with us!'

Nettle looked up, startled, her mind reverted now to her parents...

'That is, only if you wish it, Nettle,' Wendy added kindly.

Nettle felt tears prick round the back of her eyes, and slowly they rolled out onto her cheek, staining them red.

Wendy reached out and pulled her close, 'It is hard.' She whispered, 'I never thought I...' she looked at Peter again and the love she met in his eyes was too beautiful to bear. She loved him more than anything she had ever dreamed of.

Nettle pulled away, suddenly frightened.

'I'm not sure I could live with you,' she admitted.

'I would be so alone.'

Peter snorted, 'Alone?' he cried, 'Never! There are the mermaids, the Pirates, the Lost Boys, Tinkerbelle!'

'The Lost Boys!' Wendy exclaimed, 'But they are so old now! They live here, in London.'

'Nonsense!' Peter argued, 'they are only Eleven or twelve. Tink did it – it took time, but she did.'

Nettle felt something stir inside her. Was this real? Was she really to live in that paradise?

She thought of her home. What would it be without her? How could she abandon the parents who raised her?

Slowly, she turned to look at the lovers, their hands wrapped in each other's warm grasp. 'Alright,' she whispered, 'I'll come.'

They are there now, Peter and Wendy and the Lost Boys... and The Girl. Together now, as one. The Pirates still fight, and the mermaids still sing, but always there will be that land, open to those who can find it... up, look at the moon and choose the second tar to it's right – that is all you have to do. An acceleration and straight on 'til morning.

There they dance, the children of the Neverland.