Disclaimer: None of the characters in the story belong to me! They belong to J.M Barrie. Enjoy! Sorry for the hiatus, but the wait's finally over! Here comes the last chapter! Yay! :D \

By the way, if you know any good Peter Pan stories on Fanfiction, let me know, please! I think I've exhausted the entire archive by now. If you're writing a new one and think I'd be interested, leave a comment please! Thank you. xD ~Nightingalelynx

Summary: In which all is solved, and happily ever after is achieved.

Of Tigerlilys and Wendys (Part 5)

Pan glided through the forest on his wings of fairy dust and happiness, but he was not so happy anymore. A lifetime ago was when he'd been just a child, carefree and heartless.

As a child, he never looked back, but right now, that was exactly what he was doing. Looking back to his life in London; running away, coming to Neverland, those carefree days with the Lost Boys and Tinkerbell. And then he met Wendy.

Wendy and her stories, twisting fairy tales into tales of courage and adventure. Wendy and her clear blue eyes that sparkle with pure, childish mischief. Wendy and her white nightgown. Wendy and her everlasting faith in Neverland. Wendy caring for him and the Lost Boys like a mother would. But no, she wasn't a mother, after all. What mother would abandon her children?

Peter flew into a tree, shocking him out of his reverie.

Tinkling laughter sounded from his right. He looked, and there was Tinkerbell, sitting gracefully on a branch, but laughing her head off.

"Now," Tinkerbell said between giggles. "When has Peter Pan ever flown into a tree?"

"Go away, Tink!" Peter mumbled.

"Oh, alright then. I have really, really good news though. I guess you don't want to hear it."

"No! Tell me!" Peter ordered, catching Tinkerbell in a fist. (AN: I hope that makes sense… :P)

"Hmm, well… there's a fairy party that you're invited to." Tinkerbell said, feigning innocence.

Peter let go of the tiny fairy. "I don't want to go," he said stubbornly.

"And…" Tinkerbell dragged on. Her green eyes looked into green eyes. She wanted that moment to last forever; her having all of Peter's attention and Wendy nowhere to be found.

"And what?" Peter cried, looking up, excited again.

"And I found Wendy." Tinkerbell said, finally flying out of reach.

"Where?" Peter yelled, the gold flecks in his green-blue eyes exaggerating as he became overwhelmed with relief.

"On the shore right next to where the pirate ship is right now," Tinkerbell told the now animated boy, smiling weirdly.

"Wendy-lady, here I come!" Peter crowed into the air and dived off to save Never land's one and only Lost Girl. He gave no thought to aforementioned fairy.

Tinkerbell stayed behind, her wings drooping as she gave up her pretence of happiness. Golden droplets that were fairy tears leaked out of her fairy green orbs.

"Goodbye, Peter. You'll never be mine again." Tinkerbell said quietly, a sad melody that resonated in your head once you heard it, although you probably had no idea what it meant. She flew into her 'room' and drew the leaf. Inside, the light slowly went dimmer and dimmer.

Peter Pan reached the coast, but Wendy was nowhere to be seen.

"Wendy?" Peter said out loud. He looked around for footprints.

"Peter?"

"Who's there?" Peter didn't recognize the croaky, thirsty voice.

"It's me, Wendy. I'm over here."

Peter followed the sound of the voice and found that it was indeed Wendy. A sandy, scraggly, bruised Wendy. But she was alive.

"Wendy!" Peter yelled, swooping in on her like a hawk. "Don't worry, Wendy! I'll be your mother and feed you medicine until you are well again!"

Wendy thought of the tree sap that she had said was medicine, and scrunched up her nose. "But Peter, mothers aren't supposed to eat medicine. Only naughty kids need to."

Peter's eyebrows furrowed. "Then… I shall feed you FATHER MEDICINE. You know the one you always give me."

Wendy thought of the mashed up tree-leaves. "But Peter, I am a mother. Why must I eat father medicine?"

Peter thought about it for a moment before stomping his foot in frustration. "Then I shall take you home and not feed you any medicine at all!"

"But Peter, I shall not get better if I don't eat medicine!" Wendy protested.

"Then I shall have Tigerlily be your mother and feed you medicine." Peter decided, beaming at his own cleverness.

"But Peter, Tigerlily is much too young to be my mother."

"Then I shall have TInkerbell be your mother and feed you medicine and nurse you until you are well enough to be the Lost Boys' Mother again."

"But Peter—"

"What now?" Peter yelled, annoyed.

"Peter, how shall I get home?" Wendy asked in a small voice.

Peter's green eyes softened incomprehensibly.

"Oh, Wendy." He sighed, and at that moment he seemed immensely adult-like. "I'll carry you home, of course. We'll fly home together."

Wendy did not protest.

Peter stepped into the tree hideout, holding the boys' long lost mother. Not-so-long lost, but to children, it was a very, very long time indeed without their beloved mother.

"Mother?" Tootles said tentatively, breaking the silence in the hideout.

"It's Mother!" Curly cried, and all at once the boys broke free of their freeze-inducing shock and lunged forward to greet the sick looking girl.

Peter set the trembling girl down gently. She wobbled unsteadily and fell—but was caught just in time by the oncoming rush of Lost Boys.

"Mother! Mother!" They chanted happily.

"Boys, Mother is very sick right now. Will you be very sad if Tinkerbell were to be your grand-mother so she could take care of me?" Wendy told the boys.

"No, of course not! Tinkerbell! Tinkerbell!" They began searching for the fairy.

There was no response.

"Tinkerbell?" Peter said, joining the search at last. He checked her room. "I checked there already," Nibs said. "There's no light, so she just could not in there."

"Tinkerbell?" Peter repeated, moving the leaf away. "Tinkerbell!"

Tinkerbell lay unmoving, a pale, light-less figure.

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wendy-mother, Tinkerbell's sick. She's sick. She's just sick." The stricken boy repeated again and again, unable to believe his eyes.

"Oh, Peter." Wendy murmured. "She's dead. Wait." She felt the tiny fairy's pulse. "Not yet."

"Let's take her to the fairies. They'll take care of her. I'll get a fairy escort to get her to their… um… hosial. Hospial. Whatever."

"Ospital." Wendy said with conviction. "It's Ospital. And yes, Tink needs help right now."

"Wendy…"

"Peter…"

"I'm sorry." They said at the same time.

"You should be," they said again, in union.

They blinked at each other before bursting into laughter, and the sound of their laughter filled the hideout.

A handsome boy fairy flew into the hideout in full uniform. "Hi," he chirped. "I'm Fireflyer. You called, Peter Pan?"

"Er, yes," Wendy cut in when Peter Pan didn't respond, but stared blankly at the fairy escort instead. "I'm afraid the fairy Tinkerbell is rather… ill. On the verge of dying, actually."

"Tinkerbell? Why, I've always wanted to meet her. A beauty, she is, they say." He flew towards her room. He gasped and said, "You can always count on what they say, huh."

Tinkerbell moaned in his arms. "What… happened?" Her sharp green eyes drifted open.

"Tinkerbell!" Fireflyer cried. "I'm going to save you. It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright."

Tinkerbell smiled, and this time, Peter's face was gone from her mind. He was still in her heart, as a friend. But she when she smiled at Fireflyer, she smiled with her heart. "I know, Fireflyer. It's going to be alright."

They flew away together, with Tinkerbell still in Fireflyer's arms.

"Wait!" Wendy cried, but the fairy was already gone. "Now what do we do?" She asked Peter.

"We have fun, of course!"

Wendy sighed. "I'm ill, Peter. Or have you already forgotten? You probably did."

"I remembered," Peter said softly. "The best way to cure a sickness is laughter, Wendy. No medicine will work in Neverland, whatever you say. It's your care that brought us out of our fevers or colds, Wendy. I'm not stupid."

Wendy looked up in surprise. "So… you knew it wasn't medicine and you drank it anyways?"

"At first, I didn't know. But later, I guess I drank it just to make you happy."

"Peter… did you… did you grow up while I was gone?"

"Just a bit. Worry makes a person grow old, you know. So please, Wendy. Stop making me worry about you!" Peter explained.

Wendy was overwhelmed. Tears threatened to leak out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry. I won't do that ever again."

Peter grinned, his lips curling upwards until it nearly covered his cheeks. His golden-brown hair contrasted with his vibrant green eyes, Wendy noticed.

"Of course you won't, Wendy-lady. Not when you're having so much fun!" With that, he picked her up and flew her out of the hideout.

"Hide-and-seek?" He asked. Wendy sighed. "But Peter, I'm not sick, I'm injured."

The Lost Boys stumbled out after them. Peter shrugged. "Hide and seek?" He asked the Lost Boys instead.

"Yes!" They chorused, their confusion and sadness evaporating when faced with this stable, familiar game.

"But Peter, you're unstoppable at this game!" Wendy protested.

"I know." Peter's eyes shimmered in the afternoon light. "That's why I like it."

Wendy laughed softly.

"I like it when you laugh." Peter said suddenly, a pondering look upon his golden-brown boyish face. "You should do it more." He breathed.

Wendy laughed again. "I will, Peter. I will. I promise."

"Not it!" Peter cried, jumping back as if Wendy would catch him and force him to be it.

"Not it!" The Lost Boys yelled.

"Aw, not me again!" Wendy protested. Then she stopped and reconsidered. "I'm going to catch you all before you know it," she amended, pale blue eyes on Peter's green ones.

A grin crept up Peter's cheeks, an action that was mirrored by Wendy.

"One… two… three…"

Epilogue:

Peter Pan and Wendy Darling formed a family. They sometimes flew back to London to visit her parents, and when they died, Wendy was heartbroken. But she moved on, with the help of her brothers, her children, and Peter Pan.

Tinkerbell married Fireflyer and they would occasionally visit Peter and Wendy in a get-together that the Lost Boys would dread, just like how Wendy dreaded when her Aunt Millicent came to visit. They were family like that.

Tigerlily eventually grew up, married a brave from another tribe, grew old and died. Wendy did not miss her very much, but she did, at least, have the decency to feel bad about not missing this old rival. Peter Pan forgot about her very soon.

The pirates and Peter Pan would also get-together to have a nice, refreshing fight just for the heck of it. Sometimes they would kidnap Wendy, but she always managed to fight back. In the end, they resorted to kidnapping one of the Lost Boys instead. Peter always saved them, and regaled Wendy and the children with his tales of bravery.

Captain Hook sailed away, picked up a wife, and sailed back. What he needed was just a little love was all. He still hungers for an occasional harmless fight with Peter Pan, though.

Basically, Peter and Wendy lived happily ever after as eternal-children living in Neverland.

The End.

So, what did you think?

Fireflyer is actually the name of the fairy Tinkerbell married in Peter Pan in Scarlet. Also, I tried not to make this dark and emo, but still include the death of her parents and of Tigerlily.

If it was a bit rushed, apologies. I wanted to finish this and get this chapter up fast, since I've been making you all wait so long. If you think there are still any loose ends I forgot to include in the epilogue, leave a comment, and I'll get it up as soon as possible.

As always, leave a comment, please! Thanks for reading my first finished story on fanfiction! Until next time~Nightingalelynx.