The next few weeks were blissfully drama free. Winter was starting to lose its resolve and Wendy was finally starting to feel comfortable in her new home. She got a job in a little bookstore down the block, more to keep herself occupied than anything else. The manager was uncertain about hiring someone so young, but she quickly erased his doubts. Wendy had even found a new routine to settle into to- her and Peter had breakfast together every morning before she went to work, then she'd tidy up when she got home and they'd settle down to watch TV together. It was all so wonderful, Wendy had to pinch herself every morning to make sure it wasn't some sort of elaborate, wonderful dream.

Unfortunately, her sense of bliss was shattered completely when a sharp knock woke her in the middle of the night.

"Peter, wake up. What is that?" she whispered shaking him.

"It's nothing. Felix will get it," he answered, already drifting off.

Wendy sighed and forced herself out of bed.

"Felix? What's going on put there?" she asked sticking her head out of the door.

"Shh!" he whispered sharply, "Do you want them to find you?"

"What?" Wendy asked, still not fully awake.

"Just go wake Pan up. Tell him it's happened," Felix ordered, the sharp tone discouraging Wendy from asking any further questions.

"It's happened. Felix said to tell you it's happened," Wendy whispered once she was back in the room.

Peter sat up, suddenly awake.

"Now? Alright get dressed. We're leaving," he instructed moving about the room faster than she'd ever seen him.

"Leaving? What? Why would we do that?" Wendy asked confused.

Peter sighed heavily and walked over to her.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, and the intensity in his forest colored eyes would've gotten her to say yes to anything.

She nodded quickly. "Yes, but.. I just want to know what's happening," she told him carefully. Now was not the time to pick a fight.

"They found you. That knocking at the door? It's more than likely to be the police. Felix is buying us as much time as he can, but we have to go. Now."

Wendy could feel he was right, but an unseen force was keeping her glued to the floor. Her parents? Were they really outside? Would John and Michael be with them? How had they found her? Did they miss her? Were they getting by okay without her?

"We're not leaving for good. Just as long as it takes Felix to convince them that we've already moved on. Then we can come back. Okay?" Peter said gently, noticing her hesitation.

His voice snapped her back to the present and she nodded. "Okay. Let's go."

They grabbed two small bags Peter had packed while Wendy was wrapped up in her own thoughts, and threw on some clothes.

"This way. We'll go through the fire escape," he told her as he opened the window.

She nodded and followed him out. They climbed down the fire escape and jumped down on to the street. Wendy let out a small laugh. When had they become Bonnie and Clyde? And more importantly, when did she become the sort of person that climbed down fire escapes to outrun the authorities? Peter laughed too, and gave her a quick kiss.

"We should go before someone sees us," he said pulling away tentatively.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," Wendy agreed.

They were only a few weeks away from the apartment when she heard it. A young voice calling her name.

"Henry?" she called turning around.

"Wendy!" Henry called running towards her.

She knew it was incredible misjudgment given all that was happening, but there he was, a piece of home, so happy to see her she thought his face would split in half. She ran towards him and threw her arms around him.

"I can't believe you're here. Everyone misses you so-" Henry trailed off at the sight of Peter.

"I miss you all too. Don't mind him, he's just being protective," Wendy assured him.

"Can you blame me Darling? You might as well have sent a flare up. I see what your real choice is," Peter observed looking away from her.

"Peter, please. You know where my heart is. I didn't mean to cause a scene," she begged, forcing him to look at her.

"Alright, but we'd better move fast," he conceded. Wendy squeezed his hand reassuringly before turning back to Henry.

"Do you know how to get back to everyone?" she asked.

"I... Think so," Henry answered unconvincingly.

"This is why you don't wander off," she chastised.

"We don't exactly have time to play Florence Nightingale. He'll find his own way back," Peter interrupted shrugging.

"We can't do that! What if he gets lost?" Wendy argued.

"Can I have a minute? Over there," Peter answered gesturing to a nearby alleyway.

"Stay where we can see you okay?" Wendy cautioned to Henry before following him.

'What exactly do you think this is Bird?" Peter asked once they were alone.

"I think Henry wandered off and we have to get him back to his family?" Wendy replied, refusing to back down.

"Family. There you go again. What is your obsession with that word?"

"I know you lost yours, Peter, but you can't automatically look down on everyone else's."

"I lost the people who gave birth to me, that's it."

Wendy nodded and kissed him with all her might. "I love you. More than anything in the world. I'm your family. Felix is your family. Family are just the people who care for you, would do anything for you, and I would."

"I know, Darling. I know," Peter answered wrapping his arms around her.

"Let's just get Henry back okay? They won't see us and then we can go back to having our own little family," she promised cradling his face.

"Okay. Come on," he said taking her hand. They walked out onto the sidewalk. There were the few passerby going about their business, but no Henry.

"Henry? Henry where are you?" Wendy called, worry starting to take an ugly shape in her stomach.

"Over here!" he called back.

Wendy would've run towards him if it weren't for Peter's hand around hers.

"It'll be okay," he assured her as they walked towards Henry's voice.

"Yeah, 'Course," she answered forcing herself to smile up at him.

"Wendy, wait!" Henry called when they finally reached him.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" she asked, noticing the group of Storybrooke inhabitants and cops a second too late.

"Wendy Darling! You have been missing for two months! We were worried sick!" Wendy barely registered her parent's words. She was protectively backing into Peter, the unrealistic hope that if they were close enough they'd disappear fresh in her mind.

"I'm not leaving. You can't make me," she said finally, but even to her, her voice sounded panicked, weak.

"You're a minor, Wendy. You can't just pack up and leave," her mother pointed out.

"I seem to be doing just fine. I have a job, a place to live," she answered, desperate for her parents to see she was okay and leave her to live her life.

"You could've had all that in Storybrooke." Wendy didn't dare look at her parents. It would only break her heart, and then she would have no choice but to leave.

"I'm happy here," she pleaded finally.

"Happy? Because of him?" her father demanded gesturing accusingly to Peter, who'd been watching the whole thing unfold in silent disbelief.

"Yes. We could've been happy and in love in Storybrooke, but you wouldn't let that happen. None of you would," she answered, trying to keep the same accusatory tone in her voice.

"The hell you could've! Now get over here or we'll have him arrested for kidnapping!"

Wendy was shocked. Could all the people she'd loved and missed all this time be capable of such a thing? Then she looked at all the cops stationed around them and realized with a jolt they most certainly could. And the person they thought they were protecting her from was the only thing making her feel safe. Tears stinging the back of her eyes she turned towards him.

"I can't let them arrest you," she whispered looking up at him.

"What? They can't do anything. You can't leave me Wendy," he answered looking completely anguished. She didn't want to leave him. She never wanted to. She felt like a part of her was being ripped away piece by piece.

"They'll find some way to make you suffer, I know they will. I'm sorry Peter, I have to keep you safe. I love you okay? So much," she told him kissing him deeply. The goodbye was agonizing, but she couldn't help but enjoy the look of shock on everyone's faces.

He looked at her, his gaze saying more than words ever could, and she felt her heart shatter. She reached for him, but her parents weren't having any more of it.

"Get him home and make sure he never comes near our daughter again," her father commanded.

The police nodded and started to haul Peter away. "No!" Wendy cried running towards him, "You can't do this!"

A separate group of officers surrounded her and held her back. Once Peter was out of sight, the sobs over took her. She sat down in the middle of the sidewalk and let out pain filled, heartbroken sobs.

"Wendy, please. You have to come home now." Her mother's plea seemed to come from miles away, but she managed a reply.

"I had a home. You just took him from me."

The ride back to Storybrooke was silent. Wendy's phone was ringing over and over with calls from Peter, but her parents had taken if. If she thought she was grounded before, she was now on full-blown house arrest. She didn't care, though. As she looked down at the snowflake that was permanently hanging from her neck, all she cared about was what she'd lost. Her parents had taken away her every source of joy, and for that she would never forgive them. Ever.