A/N: I love you guys so much. You gave me the best Christmas present ever (with exception for Auriela's absolute fantastic pressie!). I was so happy when I got home. So here's the chapter you've all been waiting for, and please don't hate me. (I had to put a couple of chappies into one so that's why this is written in different p.o.v!)-(Oh, I just remembered… the fist two p.o.v's aren't in chronological order)

The Long Road of Life… and Death

Em

I lie on my bed looking at my ceiling, thinking of last week. That's all I've been able to do really. It comes back to me, everything. His lips seem to be burnt onto my forehead, I can still feel them there. Marking me. I feel my hands as they were on his chest, his strong chest that held me close. All I want to do is see him. Tell him what I really feel, because I know how I really feel. I wanted to deny it, but after what I felt all of that day, there's no way I don't like him more than a friend.

I walk to the windowpane watching the rain pour down, wanting to here the women's voice, wanting her to lull me to sleep again, as I know I won't be getting much sleep tonight. The windowpane is my place, the place I can feel comfort. I don't know why, I think it's because it leads to the outside, so I can view freedom without doing it first hand. Suddenly I can hear Wendy's voice some years ago.

'Turn your head child,' she had said. She had always called me child when she had something important to say. I did so and she smiled, touching the crook on the right side of my cheek.

'Yes, you have grown well. I believe that is the hidden kiss my child.' I had smiled to myself and stepped away, touching it lightly with my hand. I had known what it was; my mother had talked of it constantly. She had never given hers away as Wendy had.

'Who did you give yours to?' I asked Wendy after we had talked of growing up.

'A very special boy, who never really wanted to grow up himself,' and by the look on her face I knew that she didn't want to speak of him, but I know it was Peter, the description suits perfectly.

I get comfortable in Wendy's favourite chair. The chair that she used to sit and listen to me read in. I take out her diary, and flip to the back. I read the last of her story, it's my favourite part, although it is so sad. I turn the next couple of pages, staring blankly at the white, crisp bare pages that follow the devastating end, falling freely into the creamy, milky whiteness. But the last page is not crisp, white and bare, Wendy's black ink stains it. I do not recognise it as I haven't read it yet. I didn't even no it was there.

It again is in Wendy's neat scrawl, but I can see that it was written franticly.

People die, and sometimes, when a person does, they can pass memories on, so that they have connections with the people that either can't let them go, or that they themselves can't let go. I have so many memories of Neverland I would love to pass to…

I hear the doorbell ring, and I go to answer it. tearing myself from Wendy's hypnotic words, the words that may have an answer to my weird headaches. As I open the door, I take a quick breath in… it's Cam, soaking wet from the rain.

Cam

I lie on my back on my bed, looking at the ceiling, which has become very interesting this past hour. I stare and stare at it. Thinking of yesterday, and how badly I wanted to kiss her. I've been lying here since I got back from Neverland. I haven't even had breaky yet. I just want to think of what happened and what's going to happen.

I smile to myself and close my eyes, remembering her breath on my cheek, her hands on my chest, and the butterfly kiss on my she place on it after. I should have kissed her, I wanted to so much, but I didn't.

My thoughts drift away from Em and go back to the thoughts that have kept me looking up at my ceiling.

I can feel a frown crease my forehead as I wonder. My recurring thought is of Neverland. Living two lives is too hard, but I can't leave Neverland, and I can't leave here. I feel like Peter when he had to choose between Neverland and Wendy, I don't know what to do. In ways I can feel myself swaying to one side, but I have strings attaching me to the other.

But before I can think any further, Dad rushes into my room. He stands in front of me looking distressed.

'What's wrong?' I ask.

'Shit Cam. It's dad, he's in had a stroke.'

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Everything goes numb as soon as he says those words. We drive to the hospital. It all seems to be going to fast, there's no time to think at all. The car is silent, and as we go into the hospital I remember why I hate it so much. It smells of death. Of people knowing that they are dying, and people who haven't had the time to know. The smell of medication, and of emergencies. The sound of sirens, and doctors calming voices. People crying, and everyone knows why.

We reach the ward that he's in and rush forward. He's sleeping. The wrinkles on his face seem deeper, and his face looks older and tired. Not the Peter I know. Dad goes to him first, taking his hand and kissing the top of his head. Jack takes a seat and sighs, picking up a magazine. Mum sits at dad's side leaning her head on his shoulder. But there's no place for me, and not for the first time I feel like I don't belong here, like this isn't my place.

I step outside for a moment and go for a walk, knowing that they won't worry. I go to the elevators and press the labour ward. I get out and hear the muffled cries of pain, and in some way, it calms me, because somewhere somebody is being born, at the same time someone lies dying, saying goodbye to it all.

When I feel ready, I go back to Peter's ward, finding that he's awake, when no one else is. Jake has left, and mum has fallen asleep on a sleeping dad.

He holds out his hand and I take it, sitting down on his bed. He smiles and that's all he needs to do. His eyes flutter shut, and I think he has fallen asleep.

'Tell me of Neverland Cameron.' So I explain to him in great detail all of Neverland. He laughs in some parts, and grieves in others, until he falls asleep. I lie beside him and shut my eyes, glad that he is still alive.

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I wake up with dad shaking me.

'Come on Cam, get up,' he says urgently.

I swing my legs off the edge of the bed. 'What's that matter dad?' I ask. He sits down taking his head in his hands.

'Dad's fallen into a coma, for the first couple of hours they prefer for no one to be in the room.'

I get up and we all file into a room. The next couple of days seem to be a blur. But everything goes from bad to worse. Peter's condition looks good at first, but then that thought crumbles into pieces.

I wait outside while my dad talks to him. He's stable at the moment, but there's no guarantee that next time something goes wrong they'll be able to fix it. They told us that now would be the best time to say goodbye. I look in and see dad hug Peter, then make for the door.

'Cam? He wants to see you now.'

I walk into the room silently and sit awkwardly on the edge on the seat. The machines are pumping away around him, beeping, pretending to make some sort of music.

'I can't do it anymore Peter, I can't keep living two lives, it's too hard.'

'You have to choose one then,' he says.

'I know, but I don't know which.'

'Lets talk of other things, how's Em?'

'She's good. She had another headache the other day, a really bad one, but I haven't had time to ask her what was in her dream.' We are silent for a moment and I only listen to Peter's breathing. I won't to talk some more, for him to talk but I'm to intent in listening to his breathing. I can hear it in his voice that he's finding it hard to say things, but I can't Peter won't die; Peter has too much strength to die. I feel slightly shaken as it gets harder and harder for him to breath. Suddenly, he gives me a shock by grabbing my hand, squeezing it tight.

'Cam, I'll always be here for you.'

'Peter, what are you saying?' his grasp on my hand slowly releases. 'Peter, no!' I look around me, trying to find some help, but no one is here. This can't be happening, not to Peter.

He gives me one last look, smiling he whispers with his last breath. 'Protect Neverland.' His eyes close and I wait for the next rasped breath to come. But it doesn't and I sit in shock.

Dad comes rushing into the room, the others following him. I watch the scene in front of me as though it's a movie. A black and white movie, a silent one. I can't believe it. The only sound is of Peter's heart monitor no longer beeping the way it did, it makes one single long note. My brain is telling he's dead, but my body doesn't want to. They all rush to Peter hugging him and crying, but I've had enough. I can't comprehend what has just happened. It feels as though some thing has just disappeared out of my life get up, and no one realises. I move out of the room, and still see the world in all its black and white.

I walk in slow motion out of the hospital. It's raining, classic.

I've chosen now, and I have to say goodbye. So in the rain, in a daze, I head to Em's house.

Em

I let him in and lead him to the nursery. He doesn't notice as we get there and I'm shocked, but I notice something that I didn't before. He looks like a ruined man.

I touch his face slowly stroking it, wiping the water away.

'What's happened?' He looks up into my eyes, and I can see sadness, and grief. He grabs my hand that I left lying on his cheek. Holding it he whispers to me.

'It's Peter, he had a stroke,' his voice is cracking and tears fight to make an appearance in his eyes. 'He died.' I gasp and wrap my arms around him. He hugs back so tightly I can barely breath. He burries his head in my hair and breaths deeply, trying to get control. I squeeze my eyes shut, but tears manage to leak through. I start to rub his back gently, and slowly he starts to sooth.

We sit on the bed in silence. He has no expression on his face, and I get the feeling that he doesn't want to talk about it.

'I know Cam,' I say.

'Know what?' he asks. His expression hasn't changed. He just looks at the ground.

'About Peter,' I let that sink in, and see as soon as I say the name, his body tense over. 'I know about Neverland.'

He looks at me, his expression stony. 'How could you know?' he says forcefully.

'Wendy,' I get up and get her diary, 'She wrote it all down, including why I'm getting the headaches.' His eyes return to the floor, his brow knitted in a frown.

'Did you know?' I have to ask it. He clears his voice and looks up. I watch as he realises that it is the duplicate. He walks around the room studying everything. He moves quietly and doesn't say a word.

'Cam?' I ask.

'You can tell this is the real room can't you? It's as though you can tell… you can tell that people have lived here, and had a past here.'

'Cam,' I say hopefully.

'Yeah, I knew Em. Except don't jump to any conclusions, I only found out a couple of weeks ago, and I didn't even think it was true,' he says sitting down beside me.

'I just wanted to know, that's all,' I say guiltily.

He leans forward and suddenly we're kissing. My body almost explodes with joy. His lips are like heaven, soft on mine as the kiss deepens and I press my lips harder on his. It's amazing. His hand reaches up and cups my face; it's cold against my skin. My mouth opens and his tongue dances with mine. His lips let go of mine, but I can't even catch my breath before he pushes me slowly back so I'm lying on the bed, with him on top of me.

Every part of my body that he's touching is on fire. His lips return to mine as the kisses slow down again. I reach up to him and put my hands on his head, letting them fall to his neck. I kiss him again, then only kiss his upper lip, and I feel him smile as I go up and kiss his eyelid. As we kiss again, it seems to be slow, but urgent. I can feel his hands lingering on my waist. I move mine from his neck down his back.

Cam

Her hands slide down my back, giving me an electric shock. I can feel her hands through my shirt, they are freezing. But I wake up and remember why I really came here, to say goodbye. I can't start something, and then disappear; it'd hurt Em too much.

I break away quickly and get off her. She smiles at me at first, then looks at me confused as I step away from the bed.

'What's wrong?' she asks. I sit down in a chair and put my face in my hands. I don't know what I'm going to say.

'Sorry Em, I just don-' I try, but she cuts me off.

'Don't you dare say that you don't have the same feelings for me Cameron, that kiss…' she drifts off and I know exactly what she means. I know that anything I say now will just infuriate her.

'I just don't want to hurt you,' I mumble into my hands. She isn't meant to hear it, but she does.

'Don't give me that bullshit Cameron, that's not true. If you didn't want to hurt me, what the hell are you doing now?'

I breathe in deeply. That really did hit a sore spot. I should have never kissed her. Temptation was just too great.

Em

'I'm sorry I just can't,' he says standing up, closing his face off. I don't want to cry, but I can feel the huge lump in my throat rising.

He comes towards me, but I close my body off just like he has done, wrapping my arms around my body. He hugs me anyway, and whispers into my ear.

'I'm sorry Em, and I know that it's probably to much to ask, but can we be friends?' I pound his chest with my hands, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make a point. He grabs my hands and holds them against his body.

'I'll take that as a no then,' he lets go of me completely and walks away.

But something inside me makes me run after him, even though he's already broken my heart. He turns as I get to him, pain filling his eyes. I hug him tight and hard, and when I finally let him go, a single tear drops down my face.

'I'm so sorry Em,' he says wiping away the tear, 'Goodbye.'

And then he's gone, and I never get the real reason why he left, and why it seems so final.

A/N: PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! IF YOU DO YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE END! I'm sorry it had to be this way. I'd just like to say thankyou to the following people (before some of you try to kill me): Auriela (you lovely girl!), Leigh. A. Sumpter (nice work on Hello), tinkerflyinbell1 (thankyou!), Aria Elessar (please don't curse me!), hp6 (sorry!), and the person who I think is called Haley or I may be wrong (thanks, your review meant a lot to me. I'm sorry if my story makes you cry, but if it's a good kind of crying I guess that's okay!)

I hope you all got lots of fantastic books for Christmas!