Christmas Eve had finally arrived, and Peter and Wendy still weren't speaking. It was driving Wendy absolutely mad, but she wanted to prove she could be just as prideful as he was. Still, she missed him. So after helping her family decorate the tree and place gifts under it, she set out into the snow, a neatly wrapped present under her arm.

Felix met her outside Granny's wearing his ever-present scowl. "Smile. It's Christmas," Wendy said when she saw him. He gave her a quick sarcastic smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Remind me why I have to help with your relationship problems?" he asked as they walked.

"Because I don't know if he'll let me in if he sees me," Wendy explained.

"Fine. But only because him moping around all day is incredibly boring," Felix replied.

"You guys are so cute," Wendy teased grinning.

Felix stopped in his tracks. "I am many things, Bird. Cute is not one of them."

"You need a girlfriend. Now hurry up I want to get this over with," Wendy instructed picking up her pace as she spoke.

"What I need is a best friend that doesn't come with a plus one," Felix answered.

"Don't be jealous," Wendy joked smiling at him.

"Jealous? Why would I-" Wendy held up her hand cutting him off. "We're here. Now go."

Felix glared at her and knocked on the door.

"Felix. I wasn't expecting you," Peter said opening the door.

"I'm not here for me," Felix answered sounding bored.

"Hi," Wendy said stepping put from behind him.

"Hello, Darling. Finally come to your senses?" he asked leaning in the doorway.

Wendy sighed. There was no way they were going to have an honest conversation with Peter's number one fan standing there.

"Can we talk? Alone?" she asked as gently as she could.

"Don't have to ask me twice. Merry Christmas!" Felix called walking off. Somehow he managed to make even that sound menacing.

"Well we're alone. Exactly what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Peter asked.

"Peter, please. It's Christmas. Can you just drop the act and talk to me?" Wendy pleaded.

"Act? What like you running home to play perfect daughter every day?"

"That's not fair! I nowhere near act like the perfect daughter. I bought my family Christmas gifts, I decorated the tree. That wasn't an act. That was me trying to show them I cared after being awful to them for so long," Wendy told him, exasperated.

"Ah, of course. So what are you doing here?" Peter asked.

I am here because I don't want to choose. I know there aren't many people in your life that haven't walked out on you, and I don't want to walk out on you too. But I want to be able to have a relationship with my family without you villainizing me for it. Is that fair?"

Silence hung between them for a long time. Then, "You're right."

"I-I am?" Wendy asked shocked.

"Don't get used to hearing that one, Darling. But yes. Truthfully, it's been boring without you around," Peter admitted.

"Is that your way of telling me you missed me?" Wendy asked grinning, "Because if it is, it's been boring without you around too."

He smiled and kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Darling."

"Merry Christmas, Peter," she said smiling back.

They kissed again, and Wendy almost forgot why she was there.

"I got you something," she said pulling away.

"You did?" he asked, and she realized how long it must've been since the last time he'd gotten a present.

"Yes. I should make you wait until tomorrow to open it, but I'll make an exception," she said handing it to him.

"I got you something, too. I was going to leave it in your room, but since you're here," Peter replied disappearing behind his door and reappearing with a not so neatly wrapped gift.

"You didn't have to get me anything. Thank you," Wendy said taking it.

"On three?" Peter suggested. Wendy nodded.

"One.. Two.. Three!" The two laughed and stated unwrapping their gifts.

Wendy looked at the leather bound book in her hands. It was a collection of all her favorite stories. "So you never run out of stories to tell," was written on the inside cover. She smiled and hugged it to her chest.

"Do you like it?" Peter asked looking over at her.

"I love it," she said hugging him, "What do you think of yours?"

Peter looked down at his gift. Wendy had made him a scrapbook of the two of them. In Neverland, the tree house, Granny's, even her room. She'd also made a section for Felix and the Lost Boys.

"I just wanted you to know that you're not alone. That there are people that care about you and see the good in you," she told him. He didn't say anything, he just pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

"It's perfect," he said into her hair. She smiled and hugged back.

"I should go. Will you come visit for Christmas?" she asked.

"Sure," he said simply.

"Okay. See you then," she said kissing him.

"I look forward to it," he said kissing back.

Wendy waved one last time before heading home, her story book tucked safely under her arm. She crawled back into her room, and awaited Christmas with all the excitement of a child yearning to see what Santa brought them.

The next day was no disappointment. The Darling family sat around the tree laughing and exchanging gifts. The first one Wendy's parents gave to her was to lift her grounding. They said she'd proven herself trustworthy once more. Wendy smiled and thanked them, ignoring her guilt. She gave John and Michael new video games that they ran off to test out, her father new cuff links, and her mother a picture of the five of them in a homemade picture frame. Her mother nearly cried. Wendy got new clothes and books, which she thanked everyone explicitly for. Then she ran off to her room with the excuse that she needed to make room for all the wonderful gifts.

"Are you having a merry Christmas?" Peter asked when she walked in.

"I am now," she said grinning and kissing him. He laughed and moved so they fell back onto the bed.

"Shh," Wendy whispered giggling.

"I wasn't planning on talking," he whispered back kissing her.

"I like your idea," she answered kissing back.

There was a knock at the door jolting them apart.

"One minute!" she called. Then, "Under the bed. Go."

She fixed herself and opened the door.

"Mom wanted us to tell you to come back to our world. We're about to start Christmas dinner," John told her.

"I'll be right down. Merry Christmas little brother," she told him smiling.

"Merry Christmas Wendy," he said ruffling her hair. Stupid growth spurts, she thought walking back into her room and closing the door.

"I have to go eat dinner with my family," she said when Peter crawled out from under the bed, "Do you want me to bring you up a plate?"

"That's alright. Felix and I are probably going to go throw snowballs at passing cars," he answered shrugging.

"I wish I could stay longer, but-"

"You have a family. You should be with them."

"I knew you had a heart," Wendy said smiling.

"Yeah we'll don't tell anyone else. Can't have everyone thinking I've gone soft."

"Don't worry; I like being the only one who knows."

He smiled and kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Darling."

"Merry Christmas, Peter. I love you. It's okay you don't have to say it back. That's my other gift. To let you know how I feel without expecting anything in return. I'll see you later." The words tumbled out one after another, and Wendy started towards the door.

Peter grabbed her arm before she could open the door. She turned back curiously. "Yes?"

"I-Well... Same," he finally said.

Wendy smiled and kissed him. "I know," she said leaving.

The rest of the day was spent with her family, and for once Wendy felt like they were a family again. She had everyone she cared about with her in one way or another and it felt great. After dinner, she helped her Mom clean up and went upstairs to her room.

"I wasn't going to stay, but then I realized something. You never took you necklace back," Peter pointed out holding it up.

"That's okay. I like it better when you're here," Wendy said turning around so he could put it on.

"I'm glad," he said clasping it.

She turned back around and kissed him. "Best Christmas ever," she said grinning.

A/N: So there you have it- my attempt at a Christmas chapter. Hope you enjoyed it & Happy Holidays! 3 3 Thanks for reading!