Last chapter and also the epilogue. It does involve some Melody/Peter and some Melody saying her goodbyes to her little sister.

But is she so little anymore? Find out!

P.S. Yes I did make fun of the "I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan!" that Jane and Wendy called out at the end of their movies. And the song Melody is humming is that song Ariel was singing when her voice was being stolen by Ursula.

Chapter 6/Epilogue
"I'll Always Remember You, Melody!"

Melody cut left, then rolled backwards. She'd lost track of how long she'd been in Neverland, but then again, their wasn't any concept of time besides day and night. Or, in their case, too early or too late.

"Hey, you're getting pretty good at this," She taunted. Flying over the pirates head and giving a quick and small nudge forward, he stumbled, falling over the railing of the ship. She leaned over, looking down and calling out, "Pretty soon, you might get out of a fight without taking a swim!"

She laughed, looking over her shoulder as another irritated voice cried out, "Blast you, Peter Pan, blast you!"

"Aw Captain, I missed you too!" Peter chuckled, narrowly avoiding the sword swipes Hook was throwing his way. Finally Peter jumped, standing on the sword and bending it with his weight before letting up, making it smack the codfish in the face. Melody had, at first, been apprehensive to the insult. She was, after all, friends with most of the fish in the waters. After acquainting them with some of these fish, they'd decided to come up with something a tad more . . . creative.

"Hey Croc-Bait!" Melody called, snatching her arrow and bow from her back in less then a second. Hook, for whatever reason (since he'd become used to this new insulting name), turned his now red-marked face (from the sword slap, which had made a vertical pole impression on his skin) to look at Melody. His eyes widened upon seeing her actions. "Think fast!"

She shot and he ducked, as did Peter, when the arrow zoomed over his head. Hook stood, triumphant, as Peter flew down to meet her.

"Ha! You're aim is off, girl!" He boasted, smug, with his fists planted on his waist.

By now, the Lost Boys had also taken their place around their 'parents', giggling at what was about to happen.

Melody crossed her arms, as did Peter, every bit as smug. "Wasn't aiming for ya."

"Huh?"

Everyone pointed behind him just as a loud snap was heard. Dreading what he might see, Hook turned-.

Only to find nothing there. A net carrying some supplies was broken, but they fell melodramatically onto the ship, rolling harmlessly.

His face scrunched up in confusion. "Are you off your rocker? There's nothing- OOOH!"

Captain Hook screamed in agony as he turned, his feet dancing, to look at his posterior that now had an arrow firmly planted in his backside. He fell, unbalanced, off the post and onto his own crew, who had been trying to catch him. By now the Neverland Children were howling with joy, their sides aching with laughter as they were unable to inhale for some very much needed air. It was Smee, in the end, who had ripped it out when Hook was finally unable to move because of the pain, and it had only left a small scar. Nothing to fuss about, but he muttered curses to Melody (he'd eventually learned her name, but preferred to call her 'girl').

It wasn't until a moment after Peter had ushered the boys inside did he see Melody, still staring towards the ocean. He smiled, walking over and taking her hand in his, which normally caused a small blush to appear on her cheeks. "Wanna go for a swim?"

Since her arrival, they'd all become extremely good swimmers. Still, nothing compared to a Mermaid Princess, but good for just ordinary human kids. They'd learned to appreciate the vast and calm waters that surrounded their home more, and love the creatures that hid inside. That is, of course, except for the crocodile, who had reappeared under 'mysterious' circumstances (aka, they set up a hunt to figure out just what Hook had done to it in the first place and found a cave, built to inhabit it. They wrecked it, angering the creature and its newborn, so that it now had come out of hiding. Eventually, Hook had killed the first one, but its much younger, larger, and more agile descendant still hunted Hook mercilessly). They all agreed that however useful it was, it was still dangerous and unwanted for any purpose besides hassling Hook.

But Melody barely reacted, her fingers simply curling around his, which was also normal.

Concerned now, Peter peered at her face. "Mel? What's wrong?"

She bit her lip, "No secrets," she muttered, more to herself then to him. Taking a deep breath, she face her beloved. "I . . . I wanna see my sister."

He looked horrified. "You're leaving!"

Melody's face then masked his. "What? No! I just want to go visit her and see how she's doing." She squeezed his hand tighter. "I'll never leave you, you know that."

Peter looked relieved, touching his chest with his free hand. But he bit his lip hesitantly. "You wanna go now?"

"I don't see why not," she replied. "I haven't see her in who knows how long on Earth. I'd like to let them all know I'm okay."

Peter nodded, taking off his hat and bowing. "It would be my pleasure to escort you, my lady."

She curtsied, laughing as the two headed towards a star Peter had flown to twice and only three times before in his life, each time for a girl. The round trip to get to them and then take them back, but this time he wasn't losing anything.

Just gaining closure for his 'girlfriend', Tink called it, but anytime Melody asked what she was saying, he always avoided telling her. He knew she knew he was lying but he also knew she could hardly care.

"You know I made something for her," she started to tell Peter as they took off.

He looked at her curious, "What?"

Melody reached into her pocket, pulling out an intricately carved wooden hairbrush. He stared.

"I got bored," she explained, giggling. He laughed and pulled her onwards, quickening their pace until they shot into the star.

Melody was nervous. As soon as they entered where she lived, he saw her grip that comb tighter, staring at a castle.

His eyes widened in realization. "This is where you lived?"

She nodded, swallowing and gaining composure. "Yeah," then she took his hand again. "But I don't miss it one bit. Come on!"

Melody darted into her sister's room, motioning for Peter to wait hidden on the balcony. He obliged, waiting patiently as he heard her call, "Jane? Jane, you in here?"

She was beginning to get a strange feeling as she approached the bed, as if something was off. She gripped the covers, tugging, and then staring.

Peter heard the thump of the comb hit the ground and he was in the room instantly, seeing Melody stare at the bed. He touched her shoulder after bending down to pick up the piece of craftsmanship she worked so hard on, so as to make sure it wasn't ruined. "Mel, what's wrong?"

Melody pointed, her voice cracking, "That's not Jane."

It was true. In the bed rested a dark haired boy, not a girl. He was a brunette, and rather cute. He'd grow to be handsome, she knew, but that wasn't the point. Now actually taking time to look at the room, she found it was completely different from Jane's old room.

That was when the door whipped open and they both turned, Peter's knife in his hand and Melody's bow and arrow ready to fire, her eyes completely focused. It was when she saw the stunned expression of the woman, maybe in her early twenties, before her did she drop both items. Seeing this, Peter could only look between the two, confused.

"Do you know her?" He asked, careful not to wake the slumbering boy. Although he had a feeling that after the door slamming open, some normal level voices most likely wouldn't wake him up either.

The girl looked at Melody in shock, trying to comprehend what she saw. She tried to do so by explaining herself, "I heard voices . . . I came in here to check on Mason . . . W-Who-?"

"Jane!"

Melody was suddenly almost tackling the girl, who was taller then her, squeezing her tightly. Peter watched on, used to this. You'd go away from people and because of whatever reason there was, you'd come back to find your closest companions grown up and with kids. That happened once and probably, if he went to visit Jane now, twice.

Jane pulled away, getting on her knees to stare at Melody, whose eyes were beginning to water. "Melody . . . is it really," she swallowed, "You?"

Melody nodded, holding her sister's hands. "Yeah, its me."

Jane touched her face, holding it in her hands. "How is it possible . . . you should be older then me, why haven't you-?"

"Same reason mom could turn into a human and be with dad."

"Grandfather did this? Mom made him swear he had nothing to-!"

"No, not grandfather, magic." She corrected, cheerfully, her hands making a flicking motion.

Peter, unable to help himself, snickered. "Correction, not magic, pixie dust, Mel, pixie dust."

The two girls turned, and Jane seemed to just realize that he was there at all, which she had. She stood, shocked. Melody's cheeks tinted as she walked back over to where Peter stood, leaning against his chest.

"Jane . . . this is Peter . . . Peter Pan."

He placed his arm around her and held his hand out to Jane. "Its nice to meet you."

She looked down at his hand and Peter remembered the first time Jane had made him shake hands. He was a quick learner. However, he did not expect for Jane to ignore his hand and simply hug him, rather tightly. Melody, having dodged this, giggled silently as he watched her over Jane's shoulder in shock. When she pulled away she gave Melody a reprimanding expression.

"You know, this is all very potentially scandalous. You come back after being missing for over twenty years, with a boy nonetheless- no offense Peter."

"None taken," he said, waving it off.

She continued, "And the same age you were when you left. Very you, Melody, very you."

"Oh shut up," Melody joked. She took the comb that Peter still held, "I made this for you."

Jane looked at it in awe, "Its beautiful!"

"I had some time," she said, with a knowing look to Peter, who smirked. She then turned back to Jane. "Where's Mom and Dad?"

Jane began to back out of the room, both her pointer fingers up, "Wait one second, let me go get them!"

She left, leaving Melody and Peter alone temporarily. Peter smirked, "She seems nice."

Melody looked over the sleeping boy, "Mason . . . hm, I like that name. Very good for a brunette boy."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Only you would care about that."

"Stuff it."

"Melody?"

Once again she had to turn to look at her parents, unsure of what to expect since Jane had changed so much already. But she was surely not prepared for the sight she saw when Melody got a good look at them. Her jaw dropped.

Old. The first word that popped into her mind was just that, and from the frown on Peter's face (he always said adults were controlling, especially the elderly, and never liked anyone who was older then a teenager) he was thinking the same exact thing as her.

"Mom . . . Dad," she said, nervous. Peter nudged her forward, encouragingly, and once again he was ignored as her now elderly parents, her mother starting to gray and her father already white-haired, rushed her and encased her in a hug. That distrust of adults flared in him and he forced his nerves back down. Melody deserved to have this time with her parents because the next time she visited (if she ever did visit again) they would mos likely be dead. The thought sent a chill down his spine and he tossed it away, never to think about again, as he had the fortunate ability to.

"Sweetie, we missed you so much," her mother, Ariel he remembered, said. It was hard to believe this aging woman and her husband were the star of an adventure that the mermaids had told him (in what seemed like) so long ago. It seemed all of that was far behind, and that Melody had been around forever.

King Eric added, "We've been so worried."

"I'm fine, really," Melody insisted, pulling away. They were forced to release her as well, lest the embrace become awkwardly one-sided. Peter resisted a frown as she turned to him and once again the attention diverted to him. Peter was sure she'd done it on purpose because she shot him a smug expression. Melody made it very clear he was to come forward by the quick hand gesture she gave, just so her parents and sister wouldn't see.

Reluctantly, Peter approached the adults. Melody met him a few steps back, taking his hand this time.

"Mom, Dad, that's Peter," Jane said for her sister, trying to hold back a smirk as she stood behind her parents.

Melody's cheeks tinted, which he noticed, and grinned at her. She shot hit him a look but he ignored her obvious warning expression. Peter, deciding that he felt like he knew these courageous adults, stepped away from Melody to shake their hand, once again (hoping he wasn't forced into a hug, like Jane had done).

Eric vigorously shook his hand, no hug involved. Peter felt relieved. "Its very nice you meet you, young man."

Peter resisted a frown. That was also why he had a sore spot for adults: they always thought of people younger then them as future adults. Well, not him or the Lost Boys. And definitely not Melody now either.

Ariel did, in fact, hug him. He guessed it was the women in this family and Melody giggled, seeing those words written all across his face. When she did pull away Melody stood beside him again. "His friend is the one who found me, although, she's not with us at the moment."

"Well where would she be?" Eric questioned.

Peter piped up, "In Neverland."

"Neverland?" Ariel seemed surprised. "You were in Neverland all this time?"

"Where's Neverland, Mother?" Jane asked her. "Have you heard of this place?"

Ariel's eyes widened, staring at Peter and ignoring her family. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze. "Then you must be Peter Pan." She began addressing her family now, since Peter knew who he was. Him and Melody shared a look of confusion before listening to her story. "Mermaids who felt like leaving Atlantica traveled to a place called 'Neverland'. Its an extremely magical place, where children nobody can age."

"So that explains it," Jane said, giving Melody a meaningful look. "You don't look any different from how I remember you."

Ariel waved it off, "It doesn't matter. You're home now, that's what matters." Melody and Peter both froze, inwardly, paralyzed. She noticed, "Have I said something?"

Melody stepped forward, swallowing, "Mom . . . I just came to see how everyone was doing . . . to say goodbye . . . I'm not staying."

"But-," Eric began to protest.

Melody shook her head. "They need me back on the island. The kids there . . . I'm like a mother to them. And Tinkerbelle would never forgive me."

"I figured the fairy had something to do with it," Ariel agreed, knowingly, but still upset.

"Fairies exist?" Jane demanded, surprised. "I didn't know that."

"Mermaids exist, so why not fairies?" Melody countered, laughing a little. That did nothing to lighten the mood and she frowned, sympathetic. "You guys, I'm really sorry. I just needed to know if everyone was alright."

"Well . . . thank you, for caring for her," Ariel said, to Peter. She then said, "Oh! I almost forgot." She dug through her pockets, hands clenching around something before holding it out to Melody. "You forgot something when you left."

Melody held her hands out and a familiar piece of neck-wear dropped into her hands. Her eyes widened, "My necklace!"

Sure enough, the white letters that spelled 'Melody' were on top of the yellow, glimmering shell.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Jane commented. "It was well cared for in your absence."

She smiled before opening it, and the familiar lullaby played, along with the image of Atlantica and mermaids. Peter's jaw dropped in awe. "Whoa."

Melody closed it, placing the necklace carefully around her neck. "Thank you." She cast a glance towards her nephew, still sound asleep in his bed, despite the noises, "Mason . . . whose the father?"

"He's visiting another kingdom, at the moment," Jane told him. "But his name is Harry."

Melody continued to peer at him, as did Peter, though he was being less obvious about it. Truth be told, Melody didn't know it, but she'd began to move like Peter did after spending so much time with him. She still had the grace of a girl but everything involving watching was done sneakily, even when unnecessary. It was just a habit she'd picked up from him.

"He's cute," Melody finally commented. She then turned to Jane. "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Anything," Her sister said at once. "What is it?"

Melody smiled, pointing to the large, flat area on the balcony. "I think . . . I'd like to come back to see how things are going, every once in a while, when I can remember. I'll never forget you, but there's rarely nothing going on in Neverland. I was wondering if you could keep a family tree drawing on that wall, with pictures and names, so I could know what's happened while I was away."

Jane smiled, caressing her boy's face. "Of course."

"Thank you."

There was a pause. A belle sound was heard, which was all to familiar to the teenagers. They said, in unison, "Tinkerbelle."

Immediately the fairy was in the room, looking frantic. Peter and Melody shared frightened looks, and Melody's family stared in surprise at the creature they'd mentioned.

"Whoa, Tink, calm down, what's wrong?" Peter said at once. "Wait, how'd you find us."

Melody watched, seeing her gestures that had become the way Tink communicated with her without her understanding of the belle-fairy language Peter could understand.

*I saw you leave,* she said. *But you need to come back now! Somethings happened!*

"What?" Melody questioned, nervous. "Is everyone alright?"

*Hook went looking for you after you guys left. He's heading towards the Lagoon on his ship, and I tried to warn the mermaids, but they couldn't understand!*

"Don't worry, Tinkerbelle." Melody said soothingly, "How much time do we have?"

*About twenty minutes. The Lost Boys and I broke something that they're trying to repair right now.*

"Good going, Tink," Peter replied. He then bowed to the royals of Melody's family. "Well, like Mel said, we're needed back in Neverland." They began heading towards the balcony and he muttered to Melody, not unheard by her siblings and Melody, "Geez, we're gone for ten minutes and the place is already falling apart."

*You've been gone for hours!* Tinkerbelle snapped, irritated.

Melody giggled, "Time difference Peter, time difference."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." He said, teasing Tink and Melody at the same time.

The hopped up on the balcony when a voice behind them startled everyone.

"Mommy? Whose that?"

Mason was finally woken up, probably by Tink's belle ringing. Jane picked him up and Melody saw his dark blue, midnight colored eyes and dark colored hair, along with ivory skin finally moving and awake. She couldn't help but stare at the boy she would never see grow up and that belonged to her only sibling. A part of her was actually surprised Ariel and Eric hadn't had another once she'd disappeared, but she knew deep down they'd never try to replace her.

"That's you Aunt Melody." Jane explained and Melody waved awkwardly. "When you're grown up, she might visit you and your children."

"I thought she left." Mason said, rubbing his eyes. Melody flinched.

Jane gave her a reassuring look as she continued to explain. "She did, but she's going to visit every once in a while."

"Okay."

Melody smiled at them. "Well . . . it was nice seeing you all!"

Peter nodded, Tinkerbelle tapping her foot in the air impatiently. "It was a pleasure to meet you, but like Melody also said, we're need back in Neverland."

Ariel, Eric, Jane, and her son nodded.

Melody bit her lip, looking at Mason. "You'll remember to look out for me, right?"

Mason, somehow, seemed to understand she would definitely be back, but not anytime soon. He grinned.

"I'll always remember you, Melody!" He promised.

She laughed, and Peter grinned at the words always promised to those who dwelt in their home.

The last goodbyes were called before both Peter and Melody dropped from the balcony, to her family's horror. But soon after that was gone as the children and fairy shot up, skimming along the water before jetting towards a star, with another star next to it.

"They're flying, Mommy!" Mason cried out, in excitement.

Jane could do nothing but laugh as Melody, arms out to her side, gave them one last glance over her shoulder, smiling at them, before disappearing into the star.

It became a secret among the royals, for as far as anyone besides immediate family in the castle and extremely well trusted close friends, nobody knew of Melody and Peter's occasional visits. It became their dream to meet the mysterious girl along with her love and trusted fairy their parents told so many stories about. Melody always woke them with a kiss to the forehead, if they were below ten, but on occasion her and Peter had stumbled across a few teenagers who didn't believe in them very much anymore. But as soon as they saw them, and realized they weren't just dreaming, they immediately put it aside as something to remind their children to do.

After a while, the family tree outside was overflowing with people Melody was a blood relative to. Peter and her always took the time to overlook it and lay some flowers down on her sister and parents named, that had a small diamond placed next to it.

A diamond meant deceased. Melody always took a minute to stare at it, with an unreadable expression on her face until Peter would gently nudge her, snapping Melody back to reality that they had a child to visit. And if they had more then one kid, they'd hunt for them so that it wasn't unfair that only one kid could see them and the other couldn't. But everyone who knew the legacy knew this was the first room they visited.

Always.

Shortly After Saving the Mermaids And Not So Far Into The Future

It was around noon, and Melody yawned, tiredly, sitting down next to Peter. Hook had nearly destroyed the Lagoon, which had infuriated her, and she herself had been the one (with the help of Peter, of course) to shove him into the waters, despite his protests of not being able to swim. They knew he'd get out eventually and the crocodile didn't come around here, so there was no risk of him becoming a snack for anything.

"Tired?" He asked.

She nodded, leaning against him. "Mhm."

"You know, the Indians want to have a party to celebrate your officially staying here."

"I was always going to stay."

"But not officially!"

She rolled her eyes at his immature reasoning. "Later. I'm tired."

"Whatever you say, Mini Moon."

Melody couldn't help but giggle, remembering the fun she'd had that night. "I own you, remember? Be quiet."

Peter took her face in his hand, forcing her to face him. "And what if I don't want to be?" He teased, with a smile.

The two stared at one another. Peter hadn't realized how close their faces were until this very moment and both continued to watch the others eyes, becoming unaware of anything else. Finally, slowly, they moved closer and their eyelids began to droop.

A canon shot in the distance and they jumped away immediately, and the distant cry of Captain Hook, shouting about how stupid his crew were as they sailed farther away from the lagoon. Melody stood, giggling nervously, as did Peter, who rubbed his neck.

"Uh . . . let's go check on the Lost Boys," she suggested. They were playing below them, unaware of what Peter and Melody were doing as they played in the water with the mermaids and trying to help clean up the mess Hook had made. Melody had been a little off her game after the goodbye that felt moments before (but was actually, here, hours earlier), and had been forced to use more effort to make up for her lack of agility in the fighting.

She turned to leave when Peter grasped her hand and pulled her against his chest, still standing. She gazed up at him, only a few inches shorter then he was, but significant enough to notice.

"I just wanted to remind you," he started. "You're the most important thing in Neverland to me."

Melody smiled at him, adoringly. "I know. And you mean a lot to me too."

He grinned at this. Nothing could be better.

That was, until she had kissed him on the cheek. It was quick, and he was under the impression he'd imagined it until he saw the evident blush on Melody's cheeks. At that moment, startling everyone below and making Melody laugh, he shot into the air, rooster calling, his signature move of triumph. Tinkerbelle, below with the boys, saw Melody looking up with her cheeks red and sported a knowing smirk. Somehow, as if feeling the gaze of the only person look at her, her head turned to look directly at her.

Tinkerbelle clapped her hands, dramatically, and Melody's blush deepened, pushing her hair behind her ear awkwardly. Since Peter had finally admitted he like it better down (by accident of course) she only put it up when fighting Hook. When asked why by Peter, she said that Hook shouldn't be graced with the opportunity to see her with her hair down. Possessively, Peter agreed, but not without a chuckle. He knew she was mocking him but in truth, he really did agree with the statement.

Some people cheered, for no reason, but Peter was doing . . . something like it, so why not?

"Peter, you're making a scene!" Melody shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear. She was trying not to laugh. "Come down!"

"No! You come up!"

He grabbed her, forcing her into the air. Melody wasn't sure what he was doing until his hands, firmly around her waist, kissed her full on the lips in the air, high enough for all of Neverland to see.

"What's that, Cap'n?" A dense crew mate said, pointing to a few shapes in the air.

"O-Oh, Cap'n," Smee called, stuttering in surprise, handing him a telescope. "I think you'll want to see this."

Hook snatched it from him, "This better be-." Then his anger facade was gone, replaced by mild surprise and . . . the look of someone who was impressed. "By golly, the boy finally did it."

"Did what, Cap'n?"

"He got an actual kiss from a girl." The crew was silent.

Then it errupted into a happy frenzy. As much as they hated Peter, and now Melody, the were beginning to wonder with all those girls he brought when one was finally going to give him a stinkin' kiss.

In the Indian camp, not far from the Lagoon, people whooped and cheered, able too see Peter from their vantage point on the mountain. Many were wondering why an apprentice of the Siren was allowing this but Tiger Lily couldn't help the proud grin she had on her face. The chief nodded approvingly. It was time Little Flying Eagle found a partner.

Tinkerbelle zoomed around them in a spring shape, going around them higher and higher until Pixie Dust was falling on them, the equivalent of a confetti and yet better. The Lost Boys and the (reluctant but satisfied, however jealous they were, Melody was one of them; it was acceptable) mermaids were clapping, splashing around and shouting joy.

By the time Peter pulled away, the whole island was erupting with the pleasantry. Melody gawked at Peter before letting out a laugh, hiding her face in his chest with her embarrassment.

"Remind me to get you back for that later."

Peter took her chin in his hand, letting her go once she'd looked at him. He wiggled his brows suggestively. "With the same treatment, I hope?"

She shook her head, looking at the Pirates (with mild surprise), Indians, Lost Boys, Fairy, and Mermaids below who approved of this. The only thing she could think of was however she might not like some, how some might think she was a god, or a mother figure, a replacement for other girls that had hurt Peter, and the princess she was, she thought of them all as an extremely weird yet content family. Why, you might ask?

Because this was home, and unlike other families, there would never be an end to it.

*The End*

That last part was Tink, by the way. You know how she always spells that out at the end.

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS STORY. It really is sad, about her family I mean. But, well, reality did have to hit somewhere in their version of, what's it called, oh yeah, paradise. Sorry, minor blank-out right there.

BYE!