Every person had one moment that defines the rest of their life.

Wendy's moment was when Peter asked her about the ending of Cinderella, and she got stuck staring into his eyes.

Peter's moment was torn between the first time he saw Neverland, and when Wendy gave him her hidden kiss.

That is, until Wendy's eighteenth birthday, when both moments were changed forever.

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Wendy sighed, rocking Jane to sleep in her arms. Although it was Wendy's eighteenth birthday, it had been almost completely uneventful. Father, like always, had been too tired and sick to even notice her, and all of her brothers were away at boarding school - except for Michael, who had wished her a happy birthday. He was the only one to do so, besides Edward.

Wendy, still cradling Jane in her arms, glanced at the ring on her finger. The ring which had only been there for a few hours, but had belonged there forever. The engagement ring. She felt a thrill every time she glanced at it. She had a fiancé. She was soon going to be a married woman. Unfortunately, the only person she'd been able to express her excitement to was Michael, and he hadn't been very excited at all. And Wendy knew why.

Marriage meant she'd be leaving.

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"Is that it, Peter?"

"This must be it," Peter replied, looking up from the map to the comfortable home in front of him. Julie had taught him to read since they'd met a year ago, and with that knowledge, he'd been able to use the phonebook, and he'd been able to find Wendy.

Peter took a deep breath, staring at the result of four years of searching. This moment wasn't exactly as he'd pictured it. For one, he'd expected to be younger, and flying. He also hadn't expected Julie to be here.

And he hadn't thought he'd be so confused. In his daydream, Peter had slipped into Wendy's room without hesitation. In the daydream, Wendy knew him in an instant, and wrapped her arms around him, and then they'd kissed again (Peter knew enough now to know that thimbles are really called kisses). The dream hadn't gone any farther than that, but it had been enough to satisfy Peter.

Peter glanced at Julie. Her hair had grown out to her shoulders, and she didn't look starving anymore. She was… well, she was beautiful, and Peter in his heart knew he was falling in love with her.

Peter wasn't stupid, though. He knew when he was young, he'd been in love with Wendy. And he still was in love with her - or rather, her thirteen year old self. And they'd said good-bye to each other years ago, but… she still haunted him. If he could just confirm she still remembered him, then maybe he'd be able to move on.

Julie, seeing his expression, smiled softly. "I'll be waiting by the cab." She touched his arm gently and left the cone of light cast by the streetlight they'd been standing under.

Peter watched her leave, then turned his attention to the house. In a large bay window, he could see a woman - more like a girl his age. His breath caught. She was holding a baby.

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Wendy glanced out onto the street, still holding Jane, who refused to sleep. There was a young man standing under the streetlight.

She frowned. He was staring, it seemed, right at her. And he was so familiar.

The man shook his head and started to walk away.

Perhaps it was a stray piece of fairy dust, still clinging to Wendy after all these years. Or it was the way he stared at her. It could've been that he reminded her of someone she'd fallen in love with when she was only a child.

But it was most likely Wendy's heart, telling her what she already knew.

Wendy, without putting Jane down, flew down the stairs, through the parlor, and out the door. She ran towards the direction the young man was walking, and as she ran, without knowing she was going to, she yelled, "Peter! Peter, come back! Don't you remember me?"

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"Don't you remember me?"

Peter stopped, the wind knocked of him. His heart hammering in his chest, he turned around slowly. The girl he'd seen in the window was standing in the cone of light, still holding the baby.

It truly was her.

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The young man entered the light, and Wendy could see, her breath still coming in fast, that it was Peter. She smiled a breathless smile as he neared her.

"Wendy," he said softly, too stunned to react.

"Hello, Peter," she breathed excitedly, trembling. "Hello." Then she noticed his height.

Peter watched as Wendy's smile faded away as she took him in. He felt a pang in his heart, longing for years before.

"Peter…" Wendy whispered, unable to take her eyes away from his shaggy, unkept hair, the sharp angles in his face. She took in how thin he was, and how tall he was - a few inches above her. "You… grew up."

"Yes," he said. "I have been in England since I was around fourteen, I suppose."

"But why?"

"I wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget me," Peter explained. He realized how childish that sounded, and although a part of him was happy about this, most of him was embarrassed and upset. He cleared his throat. "And I guess I grew up, and once you grow up you can't fly."

Wendy was shocked. "Oh, Peter," she whispered. "I wouldn't forget. Ever."

Peter nodded, and smiled a smile that made Wendy's heart jump, although she tried to stop it. You can't fall in love with him, not again!

Peter was thinking the exact same thing.