Hello one and all! The final chapter is here. Thank you all for being so patient with this FanFic and for sticking with it. I'm kind of sad it's over… but do hope you will enjoy the ending. I've been thinking of this ending ever since I first started this FanFic. Which really then gives me no excuse for waiting so long to update it. But I have now. That's what matters, right?

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Mr Smee stared at the scene in front of him in pure shock. He was dead. He was finally dead. All those times he pushed the limits, all those times he did what no man expected him to do… he was dead. No one could say he didn't have it coming. It was about time. But still… he couldn't believe it. He's actually dead.

Peter Pan just lay there. Still. Frozen. Eyes still wide open in shock.

He deserved it, really. He deserved death. He deserved to go to sleep and just never wake up again. No one could deny it. He escaped death far too many times. And now, it was finally his time. He was finally meeting death for the first time.

Captain Hook then fell to the floor, blood pouring out of his body. It didn't take long for a pool of blood to surround the captain. Peter quickly backed away to avoid having any contact with the lifeless body that was Hook.

Wendy stood behind the captain, gun still held tightly in her hands. She had picked it from one of the crew. She had learnt how to steal from the very best. She was looking down at the dead captain in shock. Almost as if she could hardly believe it herself. She had just killed a man. Yes, he deserved it. But she didn't. she didn't deserve to have the weight of a dead man on her shoulders for the rest of her life. No one did. And yet, it had to be done.

Wendy, still confused and shocked by her actions, turned her gun to Mr Smee. Mr Smee shifted his shocked stare to the little girl who now decided if he lived or died. A moment of silence passed between them, each unsure of what would happen next. Wendy found new strength and said one word. That's all she needed. Just one word.

"Tinkerbell" she ordered, holding out her hand. Mr Smee obediently opened the cage the well-known faerie was in. Tinkerbell flew out and landed in Wendy's hand. Even the little faerie was shocked by Wendy's actions.

Wendy kept the gun pointed at the crewman, still unsure of what she intended on doing next. No one knew exactly what she intended to do. If she was about to pull the trigger, if she was about throw the gun down or if she was about to run to Peter. No one knew. Mr Smee put his hands up, knowing his life lied in the little girl's hands. From the ground, Peter still hadn't moved. He too was watching Wendy very carefully. It was so out of character of her. So… dangerous. He didn't know what would happen next.

"Leave" Wendy found herself ordering Mr Smee. She didn't know where she wanted him to run off to or how far away she wanted to be from him or even why she wanted him to leave. He wasn't even a threat any more. All she knew was that she wanted him gone. "Go ashore. Find the rest of your crew" the words were now coming out of her mouth faster than she could even debate whether or not those words were any good. "Tell them that they have Neverland to themselves. We are leaving, but if we ever hear that any sort of trouble is being caused at your hands, do not be mistaken. We will be back. And we will have no mercy." She then put down her gun and walked to Peter.

Tinkerbell flew up and went to check up on the young boy. He smiled at her, just happy that she was alive and unharmed in any way. Tinkerbell just stared at his injuries. Of course, they were not bad enough to cause any permanent damage. But still, they needed attention. Wendy kneeled down next to him to have a look at his head, which she deemed to be their main priority.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Never better" he answered. Wendy helped him up only to have him stumble back. He barely caught himself but with Wendy's help, he stabled himself.

"First thing we'll do when we get back to London is get you to a hospital." Both Peter and Tinkerbell stared at her in shock. She fought back the tears as she realised what that meant. "You don't want to come back with me anymore… do you?"

"I don't want you to leave. I don't want to be alone again."

"I can't stay here. You know that. Just as well as you know that you need to grow up." Peter just shook his head.

"Never."

Wendy could feel the tears starting to fill her eyes. She could feel the sorrow, the rage, the heart break. It was all just too overwhelming. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run away. She wanted to slap him silly. But instead, she pulled herself together, fought back the tears and in a very calm and in control voice said the words she wished she'd never have to say.

"Take me home." Tinkerbell and Peter exchanged a glance.

"As you wish" Peter said. Tinkerbell flew around Wendy, covering her in enough pixie dust for a one way fly home. The only problem was, with all the rage and sorrow built up in her, she didn't have a happy enough thought to lift her feet more than a couple inches off the ground.

It took several tries and a lot of convincing, but Wendy finally managed to find a happy thought. But it was such a sad thought as well. It was the thought of what could have been if Peter were to return with her. The thought that he would get to be reunited with his lost boys and also her brothers. That he would get to meet her parents. The thought that he would go to school and grow up and become well educated and eventually get a job. The thought that one day, he would sit with Wendy's parents and ask for their blessings. The thought that one day, she and Peter would have a child of their own and they could share their stories.

But it was all just a dream now. Just a silly, childish dream.

The whole fly back to London was silent. The only noise that could be heard was Tinkerbell, ringing through the air as she flew. Wendy and Peter didn't even look at each other. They both had far too much on their mind.

All Peter could think about was being alone. Again. It was clear that Wendy couldn't stay in Neverland. And even if she did, it would only be the two of them. His Lost Boys would still be in England, growing up. But then there was Tink. He couldn't leave her. Though, then again, she could always visit. There was nothing stopping her from flying. Nothing. It was mostly the idea of growing up that put him off. To become everything that he despised. To leave Neverland forever…

All Wendy could think about was living without Peter again. The last two years of her life had proved that that was simply impossible to do. Two years had passed and she still hadn't moved on. And now, she'd have to start all over again. And then, at last, more dark thoughts crept into the young girl's mind.

She had just killed two men. Two grown men. She had killed them… murdered them. She stabbed one through the stomach with a sword. The other, she shot in the head. The first one had pointed a sword at her and the second one had pointed a gun to Peter. She had to react in both scenarios. It was just finally settling in with the still young mind. She had killed two people.

They all started to notice very quickly that Wendy was losing her ability to fly. She was sinking down further and further to the ground. Tinkerbell covered her with more pixie dust, but there was no use. Peter then swooped down and held her tight. Wendy responded by holding on to Peter as well, never wanting to let go. And soon, they both found that they were thinking the same thing. They never wanted this journey to end. Because that would mean finally letting go of one another. And at the moment, that seemed impossible.

But, as all things, this moment came to an abrupt halt as they approached the all too familiar house that seemed more like a prison. Peter let down Wendy gently and guided her to the door. They were still holding hands, refusing to finally let go. They just stood at the doorway. Wendy didn't want to open the door and Peter didn't want to let go of this girl's hand. So they just stood there, staring into each other's eyes.

It was Tinkerbell who broke the silence. She flew up to Peter's ears and whispered something. Wendy just watched in wonder, listening intently to the chiming of bells that came from Tinkerbell. Peter turned to look at the faerie, smiling at her.

"You will visit, won't you?" he asked her. Those few words made Wendy stare at them both in hope. She knew that it was foolish to get her hopes too high, but she was born a dreamer. She had to believe. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't such a foolish dream after all.

Tinkerbell nodded her head before flying up to Wendy. The faerie landed on Wendy's finger and waved at her. Wendy smiled at her, feeling like this was the most they had ever interacted in a way that didn't involve any manipulation or anger. Tinkerbell flew up to Peter one last time. She blew him a kiss before flying on her own to the second star on the right and straight on 'til morning. Wendy stared at the boy in front of her, hopes higher than ever before.

"You're still offering… aren't you?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, Peter!" Wendy exclaimed as she wrapped her arms quickly and tightly around this wonderful boy. This immediately brought a smile to both of their faces. Something neither of them had done for a while. "But are you sure?" Wendy asked, only now understanding what Peter was giving up for her. "What about Tinkerbell? And Neverland? Are you really okay with giving it all up for me?"

"To grow up…" Peter made a face at those words. "… With you… " and suddenly the awful face he was making was replaced by his usual boyish grin. "Would be an awfully big adventure."

The End