A/N: Hello, fellow Peter/Wendy shippers! Here is where the plot really starts... the first part I wrote after I watched the movie and was mainly about emotions. Here is where the title really comes into play. Also, because I promised these would be longer, I'm putting more than two parts into each chapter. I write short parts. :)

After ridding the washroom of that filth and scolding the lost boys (as a good mother would do), Wendy sat on her bedroom floor. Her eyes wandering about the room, she saw her sword. With a heavy heart, she leaned over and picked it up. It made a satisfying shink! sound as she pulled it out of its sheath. Gazing at it, Wendy thought she heard the soft tap-tap again. Her ears perked up and she turned towards the door. Intently listening, the taps rang forth yet again. But this time, it was not the door, but the...

She gasped. "Window!" As fast as the wind, Wendy had unlatched the window and was standing on the edge in one swift movement, her heart beating as fast as a bongo drum. But, to her disappointment, Peter was not there. As she was about to close the window again, she saw a little glow near her feet.

She gasped again. "Tinkerbell!" Wendy crouched down to the little fairy's height. "What of Peter?" Before she even finished the question, she remembered Tink never talked to her. "How about... charades?" Tink nodded eagerly as Wendy led her inside. "Okay, first word..." Tink flew outside, then back in, standing with her hands on her hips, looking remarkably like...

"Peter!" Tink nodded again. "Okay, second word..."

"Where am I?" he wondered. For hours, he had been wandering around London, trying to see through the snowy clouds. Every now and then, he would stand on a windowsill, looking in, trying to find his lover's house.

After an exhaustive search, Peter finally rose above the clouds and laid atop one. For the second night in a row, he was cold, frustrated, and without Wendy.

"Is it really worth it?"" he whispered to no one in particular. "Is this searching, shivering, waiting really worth it?" But that shadow of doubt only clouded his mind for no more than a moment before he remembered her. He loved everything about her– her cute little smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she was telling stories. Love stories, of course. Stories that always ended in kisses. Would his story be a love story as well?

His frustration only rose when he thought of Tink. Where was she? "She's probably warm in someone's house right now," he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

"Peter wants me to fly to Neverland?"

Tink clapped, for Wendy had gotten her charades right. She gave Wendy a thumbs-up.

"But... I thought I already made it clear to him that I must stay with my family now..." Her voice trailed off. Tink shrugged and gave a "don't-shoot-the-messenger" look. "Well, Peter can have one more chance. I might as well go." In her perfect penmanship, Wendy left a letter on John's bed, explaining where she was and how long she'd be gone. Honestly, she did not know herself, but she gave it a week's time in her note.

With a deep breath, she sprinkled some of Tink's fairy dust on herself, thinking of her beloved Peter. Her picture of him in her mind kept her feet off the ground, and her and Tink flew off into the distance, to the second start to the right.

"Wendy! Oh, Wendy, I have finally found you!" Peter grabbed her around her waist, lifting her off the ground. They danced as they did in the fairylands, as if they were the only two people in the world. Just as they had reached the treetops...

Peter shook his head. "Wha..." he whispered, sitting upon his elbows. It was all a dream. He was still up on the cloud, Wendy's home nowhere in sight. Using his spare time, he formulated his plan exactly. He was to go to Wendy's house and see her once again. After laying another thimble on her, he would try to convince her to come back to Neverland with him. Deep inside him, he knew she would not come, but his heart refused to believe it. He was only a boy, after all, and what boy listens to his brain anyway?

A/N: Aha! Another cliffhanger! Apparently, I'm the only one that noticed that stories seem a lot smaller when they're typed, because it seemed so much longer when I wrote it in my notebook. I'm gonna have to start writing faster!

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my readers: Miss Sirius, kasmira36, jaydenmercy, and MyLadyMicheline! You guys are the reason I'm continuing this story!!