A/N - Yay I finally update. I was a little stuck on this chapter and that's why it took so long. I knew what the chapter was going to be about but couldn't figure out the wording and I rewrote the whole middle section and a whole bunch of other crap that was wrong with it. So with that, enjoy!

Sickness of the Heart

"Come on Peter, let us see it!"

"NO!" Peter yelled from behind the closed doors of his room. After picking up the clothes from John, Peter returned to Neverland to tell the lost boys the latest news on Wendy. Once he got there, the boys all insisted that he tried the suit on and show it to them. So now he had just put it on and was refusing to come out for fear of humiliation. Suits were definitely for grown ups…

"Pretty please?" The twins sang together. Peter grumbled from behind the door, Then stepped into the open so the boys could see him. Immediately, they all fell to the floor laughing at him. Peter stuck out his tongue at them, but they didn't seem to notice.

"A bit small, isn't it Peter?" Nibs said while trying to choke back laughter.

"You look 'SO' mature Peter!" Slightly said covering his mouth to try to hide his smile. Peter crossed his arms and stubbornly sat down on his bed. "Sorry Peter." Slightly said. "Looks nice." Peter gave him an awkward smile, then continued pouting.

"What's the point of going to see Wendy if she won't even be awake to know that I'm there?" Peter sighed

"Poor Wendy." The twins said and curled up at Peter side to comfort him. Slightly and Tootles sat down at Peters feet.

"This reminds me of something..." Slightly said

"What?" Curly asked and sat down next to Tootles.

"A story that Wendy told us... I think it was called ... Sleeping beauty." Slightly said

"I remember that one!" Nibs shouted from a chair nearby the bed.

"I haven't heard it. What's it about?" Peter said.

"A princess..." Slightly began to tell the tale. " Falls into a deep sleep from a curse put on her at birth. The only way the beautiful princess could be awoken is by the kiss of her one and only true love." Slightly shrugged, "I guess it had some brutal sword fights after that. I don't remember."

The boys clapped excitedly at the bloody ending of the terrific tale. All of them, except for Peter.

Peter eyes lit up as the grand plan began forming in his head.

"My kiss..." Peter fingered the thimble Wendy had given him in his pocket. "BOYS!" Peter stood up from the bed with his hands proudly on his hips. "I shall give the princess Wendy a kiss! Then she shall return to Neverland with us!" All the boys stood and cheered even louder. They celebrated their grand idea and prepared for her arrival.

The next morning, over pretend breakfast, the boys all talked about Wendy. Loving memories of the past and new ones soon to be made. They hardly even let Peter eat his fake eggs and bacon. Slightly pushed him outside and told him not to come back until he had Wendy with him.

Once again, Peter made his way to the hospital, asked the nurse where her room was. Instead of being told to go away. The nurse happily led Peter to a door with a plaque on it that said 'Wendy Darling'. His hand shook as he truned the doorknob. After many nights of missing her, and worrying about what had become of Wendy Moira Angela Darling…

"Wendy?"

Peter was in shock. For who lay in the bed was certainly not his Wendy. His Wendy had beautifully sun-touched skin. Not the pale, blotchy, sickly skin the Wendy in the bed had. Her used to be Wavy bouncy brown hair was now thin, stringy and dull. Little bead of cold sweat glistened on her forehead. Peter closed his eyes to hold back the tears that were forming in his eyes, but he couldn't help it. His cheeks were soon covered by tearstains.

"Wendy?" He grabbed her cold little hand in his warm one. "Please wake up Wendy." He begged her.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and in stepped John and Michael.

"Peter!" John shouted. "You got in!"

Peter nodded, then slowly looked back at Wendy.

"It's ok Wendy, we're here now." Michael said and took Wendy's other hand. John watched as Peter tried to hide the tears. He truly did feel sorry for him. He knew Peter really loved his sister. He thought it must be very hard for Peter to see Wendy like this.

"How's Neverland? Any great new adventures?" John asked to try to get Peter's attention away from Wendy. But Peter did not notice. He was not in the mood for stories or triumphant tales. For a very long time they sat there. Not a word was spoken between any of them.

"How does 'sleeping beauty' really end?" Peter finally asked to break the silence.

"Her prince came for her. He kissed her. Then they all live happily ever after." Usually, Peter hated any story that didn't have blood, fighting, or pirates, but for once Peter was satisfied with happily ever after.

"John! We gotta go!" Michael yelled to him as he looked up at the wall clock.

"Oh, I've lost track of time. Sorry Peter but we must leave, we won't be coming tomorrow because of school, but you come and look after our Wendy." John said and they both left.

Peter began fingering the thimble again in his pocket. Then his attention turned to Wendy's neck. Which no longer held the kiss Peter had given to her. A nurse walked into the room and began wiping the cold sweat off of Wendy's brow.

"Where is my kiss?" Peter asked her and then looked to Wendy.

"Excuse me?" She questioned back.

"It was on her neck, now it's gone."

"Oh you mean the acorn necklace?" The nurse gave Peter a quizzical look "It's in the drawer." She pointed to a small desk with one drawer on it, then left with her bucket of water to tend to other patients.

Peter went over to the drawer and got the 'kiss'. He reached his hands behind Wendy's neck to secure it tightly around her neck. He backed away to admire his work.

"Nothings happening..." Peter sighed. He thought his plan was fool proof. Oh how upset the boys would be if Peter were to return without Wendy. So he decided it was best if he didn't go back to Neverland.

Instead, he walked the streets of the neighborhood to think. Slightly said that it would take the kiss of her true love to wake Wendy up. Maybe because she didn't wake up, that meant Peter was not her true love? But he wanted to be. He had never wanted anything in the whole world more then he wanted to be Wendy's fairytale prince. The Charming to her Sleeping beauty.

Finally Peter came to a familiar place. Kensington Gardens. The place where many years ago, Peter left the real world for good to become what he is now. It seemed like almost Peter's second home, it was very comforting to be there. He sat on a park bench and blissfully looked up at the sun setting behind the brick buildings. Behind him Peter heard a small jingle of bells that he instantly recognized.

"Tinkerbell?" he whispered. Tinkerbell flew out from behind a leaf. "What are you doing here?"

"Someone needs to watch after you." She said. "Now lets go back, it's getting late." Tinkerbell readied herself to fly, but Peter shook his head no.

"No, I can't go back. Not without Wendy, but I don't know what to do. I gave her a kiss back but she still didn't wake up. Sleeping beauty is wrong."

"The acorn?" Tinkerbell asked. "That's not a kiss!" She laughed at him. Peter looked at her very confused. "On Hooks ship, when Wendy pressed her lips to yours. That was a kiss, it shows love,"

"But Wendy called it a thimble?" He did remember John saying that was no thimble. He still truly didn't understand what had happened to him that day on the ship. It felt like magic. A sort of magic that could empower someone to be able to do anything. It made him feel as if he could run circles around the world fifty times and more! Maybe if he were to give Wendy a real kiss, she might feel the same way.

Tinkerbell begrudgingly agreed to let Peter stay at Kensington Gardens to avoid the boys interrogations. They stayed in the safety of Kensington Gardens all night, Tinkerbell resting soundly on a leaf, and Peter in a restless haze. The next day Tinkerbell headed back to Neverland while Peter went back to the Hospital alone.

At the hospital, Peter sat on the bed very close to Wendy. He tangled his warm fingers with her cold ones. Slowly, he lowered his face in front of hers. Inches from Wendy's face, he could feel her cold breath moistening his lips. He lowered his face the rest of the way, so their lips were tightly pressed together. Suddenly, from under him, Wendy's body jumped. It was as if a bolt of lightning had raced through Wendy's veins!

Peter kept his lips tightly pressed to hers. Like the same magic Peter felt, Wendy's body seared with heat. Her cold lips became moist and warm. Peter backed away in surprise when something grabbed his hand. Wendy's eyes fluttered open

"Peter ... Pan? ..."