A/N: Wow, this has had to be the hardest chapter of all to write. It's the last so you all know. Unless you think I should write an epilogue. And I do have one planned. It's weird, signing off this chapter, knowing that it will be the last. I never thought I'd finish it. Thank you all for your reviews and the support that you have given me. I know this is really corny and everything, but I'd like to make a little acknowledgement to Maddie, who I started this for, and Thea, who I finished it for. Enjoy.

Our Last…

Em

My body starts shuddering and pain plunders through my body like a poison. I scream long and hard. My vision goes and I find myself lost between half seeing and not. I see the sword run deep into Cam's arm, and watch him look at me, his eyes filled with pain. The darkness takes over and I'm filled with more pain then I could ever imagine. But as fast as it occurred, the pain suddenly stops. A blinding light replaces it, making my squint and my temples give a throb.

I see a shadow outlining of a person. A silhouette of a close friend. I don't know who. She speaks.

'Em,' her voice brings tears to my eyes. It's Wendy. I take a shuddering breath and take her all in, watching everything, but not taking my eyes off her.

'It's all right. Don't be afraid Em.' The kindness in her voice has tears streaking down my face. But something's different. We come to a silent agreement, and I know that she's let me go. These headaches will stop occurring. But I need to do something to. I need to let go too.

It amazes me at how only a look from Wendy can make me interpret that. That understanding of what I have to do makes me cry out. I don't feel ready to let her go yet.

She comes to me and holds me tight. Murmuring calming words into my ear. Finally I release her and she gives me one last piece of advice.

'Cherish your time with him Em, you never know when it may end.' Then she places her hand on my head and whispers, 'I'm so proud of you.'

And then the light disappears.

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I wake. I can feel warm heat covering my back and wrapping around my stomach. A soft light creeps onto my eyes and they flutter open. I'm in the tree house. I look out the window and see a very weak sun amongst cloud and gloom. I look closer and realise that it's spitting with rain.

A cool breeze blows across my shoulders and I snuggle closer to the heat. It holds me tighter.

I turn and see Cam sleeping. I notice his arm and wince; it's a thickly bandaged arm with blood staining it slightly. I look down at my hands and see them intertwined with his. I unclasp my hands from his and try to wriggle out of his arms. I hear footsteps and stop. A kind voice follows.

'Lady, I think it not wise for you to get up. You are still very weak. You should rest a little.' A black hand comes towards my face and brushes over my eyes as I close them.

'There you go. Now sleep.'

Cam

I wake feeling a stiff and utterly sore arm. I really can't be bothered to open my eyes, I feel as though I have no energy. Warmth is coming from in front of me, covering my body with heat, leaving me feeling quite content. Then the heat stirs and I snap my eyes open in shock. The warmth is Em I realise as I see her breathe in and out. I have my hands wrapped around her. I gingerly remove them and slide out of bed.

I wince as pain shoots up my arm. I look down and grimace. The bandage that is wrapped tightly around my arm is soaked through with blood. I walk out to the kitchen and see two old Indians pottering about making odd smelling things. I can tell by the way they hold themselves that they are considered wise. As soon as they see me they come bustling towards me wiping their hands as they go. One helps me to a chair while the other goes back to get a paste of some kind. They rather vigorously unwrap the bandage and clean the very deep gash out with pure water.

They chatter amongst themselves, and don't really give a damn about what pain their teasing has cause me. When I wince, they even laugh. I learn that I shouldn't, as it gives no sympathy.

They slap the paste on and it immediately starts stinging. They set about at work and I look away. The sight isn't very pleasant.

They finish and I look down to see my arm bandaged yet again, and slightly numb. I thank them, and then drag my feet to check on Em.

I stand wistfully looking in the doorframe. Em is tangled in her bed sheets and lying on her side facing the door. She shivers in her sleep and I see goose bumps appear on her bare arms. She stirs and absentmindedly puts her hands to her stomach. She gives a little jolt and opens her eyes. Not noticing me she rolls over to the space where I used to be. She gasps and rolls back over slowly.

She smiles with relief when she sees me and swings her legs off the bed. Her hand immediately goes to her temples. I take a step towards her, but she holds up a hand indicating me to stop. She gets up slowly, her legs a little wobbly. She takes a step and falters, stumbling. I rush forwards and catch her before she falls. I help her up. She takes one look at me and bursts into tears. She lets herself into my arms and I hug her protectively.

'I feel so useless,' she murmurs into my chest. I stroke her hair, willing her to continue.

'I hurt everywhere and I can't stand or walk, even thinking hurts.' With that she bursts into another set of sobs. I walk her back onto the bed and sit down with her head still buried in my chest.

Later, much later, when Em has gone back to sleep, I stare out the window. The very window that Em screamed from at the top of her lungs. It's pouring with rain. The Indians tell me it's been like that since they took me from the Jolly Roger.

It's odd how beautiful Neverland looks, even when it is absent of the clear skies and the never-ending sun.

I realise something as I stand facing Neverland bobbing up and down in the rain. Em will eventually have to return to England. It is her home. But I, this is my home now. So whatever we do, we won't be able to see each other. Nothing could happen with us. You can't go out with a person who lives in a different world. Hook was right. Em, no matter what she wants, will eventually steer away from me.

So with these thoughts, I do the only thing I can. I walk back into the bedroom, wrap my arms around Em, and stay for a single night. The night that will be the last that I am with Em.

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I don't know how long I lie there, wishing for her not to wake up. Maybe she was already awake. But this was the day that I had to tell her. Any other time I wouldn't do it.

She turns, not shocking me; I'd thought she'd been awake. She wraps her hands around me.

'I'm really sorry Cam. I have to go home, I have to see mum.' My throat clamps at these words. This is it then. This is the end.

'I know Em.' I look into her eyes, and I see pleading, for she knows what is to come.

'Come with me Cam,' she whispers.

I shake my head. God this was so much harder than it had seemed to be twenty-four hours ago.

'Please, we can make up a reason why you weren't there-' I shake my head again, this silences her. Tears well in her eyes and I look away.

She moves away from me, getting out of bed, and all I want to do is scream at the space that she has put between us. Her back is to me, closing herself off. I swing myself around to a sitting position and put my head in my hands.

'Your parents…' she drifts off seeing me shake my head again. It's hard, knowing that I won't be able to see them again. Almost too hard to think of. It'd be like they died or something, and the thing is, I don't want to forget them. I'll be dead to them, and they'll be dead to me.

'Don't you love me?' she whispers trying again. Barely loud enough for me to hear. But I understand anyway. Her voice is full of hope.

'What would be the easiest answer?' She gives a strangles sob, but understands immediately, knowing what she wants to hear, and what she should hear are completely different. My view has nothing in it at the moment. She knows it already.

'Are you serious about this then?' she asks, whipping around to face me. I look at her quizzically. 'Are you serious about throwing your life away? Are you serious about throwing it all away?' Her voice is loud and full of hurt. I know what 'all of it' is. It's us, our relationship.

'Em, it would never work!' I say standing up in frustration. 'I can't come back. My place is Neverland. And as much as you don't want to, and as much as you may believe it won't happen it will. You will move away from me, there's nothing to it.'

Her body concaves, it looks as if she is huddling within her body.

'Won't you give it a try?' she whispers. I walk to her and place my hands on her cheeks.

'What would it be like going out with a guy from a different universe.'

She doesn't cry she just grasps to me like there's no tomorrow. And in ways, there's not. At least for us.

So I will take her away from Neverland, from me, to England, and will take her in for one last time. We will make all the arrangements needed, and I will give her one final kiss. Then will jump from her window, knowing that tomorrow, I will break two hearts.

This is our last goodbye

I hate to feel the love between us die

But it's over

Just hear this and then I'll go

You gave me more to live for

More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace

Must I dream and always see your face

Why can't we overcome this wall

Well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all

Em

'Tomorrow,' he whispers in my ear. His body pressing into mine, our hands clasped near our faces.

'You'll be there?'

'I promise.' I sigh.

'You didn't keep your last promise,' I whisper.

'But I couldn't miss this one for the world.'

I slipped my hand out of his and wrapped my arms around his neck, his making a python grip around my waist. Fiercely we hang onto one another. Neither letting go, nor wanting to.

Finally I lean my head back a little so that I can stare deeply into his eyes. I feel enchanted by the sadness seeping back into my eyes.

'Would you kiss me if I asked you to?'

'It will only make tomorrow harder.' He rests his forehead on mine.

'Isn't it already hard enough?' We stay silent for a moment.

'Will you kiss me?' I whisper to him. It's not fast or urgent like our kisses were before. It is soft. Cam looked me straight in the eye, before slowly lowering his lips to mine. The tears that I had kept back for so long escaped from their prison. They erupted from deep inside me.

Our lips part and Cam wipes away the tears. Then he kisses the corner of my mouth. He steps back a little taking me all in, looking at me with those eyes that I can always loose myself in. He absorbs me, then stops looking, focusing on the corner of my lips where he just kissed.

'It's gone,' he says sadly stroking it with his thumb. I know immediately what he is talking of. My hidden kiss. I take his hand and curl it into a fist.

'It's yours to keep,' I say smiling. He looks at me.

'I have to go now,' and with that, he gives me one last hug before walking to the window.

'Tomorrow,' he whispers, and then flies off into the distance.

Kiss me, please kiss me

But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation

You know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time

I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'

And did you rush to the phone to call

Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind

Saying maybe you didn't know him at all

You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know

We stare at each other. We are at the wharf. No words have been said, we just arrived. I'm as nervous as hell, blood is pumping in my veins as loud as possible. I just want this to be over, but at the same time I want it to never end.

I look at everything about him, taking him all in, not letting a single inch of him escape my memory. I memorise the way his hair flick to the side at that angle, and how he has a fleck in his eye, but not in the other. He takes my hand in his, and I look down at them, entwined together. That's how we are meant to be. Together. I watch our hands in envy as his thumb strokes mine.

'I'm sorry,' he says, and looks down at our hands as well. That's all he really needs to say. There's nothing else. There's nothing else you can say in this position, you're stuck.

'Promise you won't look back?' I know what he's talking about but I don't feel ready.

'Ready?'

I give one single look at his grave face and nod. Our hands separate.

'Goodbye,' I whisper, and then we both turn and walk away.

But something in my neck itches and I give a quick look over my shoulder, my eyes find his and I stop. He does to. A moment is lost as we stare at each other, then in unison we walk back to where we were.

He opens his arms and I fall into them. Wind whips around us but we don't break our bond. He kisses the top of my head and slips a note into my hand.

'It's an address, keep it.' Then we part.

He leans down and gives me a peck on the lips.

'Goodbye.' He touches the corner of my mouth. 'Don't look back this time.'

We turn and walk. This time I don't have that itchy feeling, but a feeling of loss. Because when I do turn around, his eyes aren't those that I meet. It's the back of his head. So I stop, and watch him. A tear falls onto my cheek as I look at the sight of my love leaving me behind. Leaving me with only an address and the remains of his memory.

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime

Burning clues into this heart of mine

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories

Offer signs that it's over... it's over...over

- Jeff Buckley: Last Goodbye