Epilogue

Five Years Later.

"You know, I wouldn't mind going to university," Wendy said, stirring her hot chocolate absent-mindedly. "Study something insane; like science."

Killian Jones chuckled as he lounged in the seat across from her. "We come from a world of magic Wendy," he returned. "How on earth do you expect science to explain half the things we've seen?"

"It won't," she smiled, taking a sip of the warm drink before her. "But it'll be fun to see how they try."

"Well, I'll support you no matter what, with the limited money I have," he responded.

"Pur-lease," Wendy smiled having slipped into the modern day with ease, sitting there in a pair of jeans she'd 'borrowed' from Emma and a leather jacket that she may or may not have forgotten to return to Bae after dinner last week. She was after all, the daughter of a pirate. "We both know that Emma pays for you to practically exist. If it was up to you we'd be in prison by now."

The bell tinkled lightly as a young man entered Granny's and walked up to the counter. Pulling a wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans he asked for two coffees and a piece of cake. Hook stared at the back of his head, eyes narrowing as the new arrival looked up at the menus lining the back of the counter. His side profile was enough; and within a moment Hook was on his feet, his hand reaching for the man's shoulder, which he clenched tightly.

In shock, the young man turned around, brown eyes staring into blue.

"Hook," the man breathed, a flash of fear crossing his face. The bell tinkled once more as a woman stepped into the store berating, "Peter, I told you to wait for me! Don't blame me if I got the wrong parts now-"

Whatever the woman had been holding in her hands fell onto the tiles with a loud metallic clang as she looked at the two men before her. When words finally graced her, she whispered barely audibly, "Killian?"

Before he could even say anything, Wendy was on the woman crying out, "Mum!" throwing her arms around Indigo who was looking at the girl she held in tearful astonishment. Peter and Indigo had come to this world with the sole intent of finding her. Over the past few years, Indigo's resolve had never wavered, even if the task had seemed impossible. She had never thought to see Wendy again, but here she was – and here they were. In the same world; in the same town.

All of them alive and safe. And finally together.

"So this is where you live?" Indigo inquired of Wendy, as she stared at her face. Looking nineteen years old and just as beautiful as ever, "Storybrooke?"

"The people here are all from the Enchanted Forest," she replied with a wide smile. "It's a little bit of home."

"You've gotten older Garcia," Hook commented as he let go of Peter Pan reluctantly, looking past him to the woman standing in the doorway.

"Time does that," she answered with a smile, genuinely happy that she was moving forward, leading a new life in which she could be happy. "As well as giving up your magic."

"You gave up your magic?"

"I died," she replied looking at him knowingly, stepping towards him until they were looking directly at each other, only a few inches apart. "I took in so much poisoned magic that it killed me."

"Then…" he frowned. "How are you still standing here today?"

"Just a kiss." Her eyes looked over at the man standing next to Hook who was rubbing at his shoulder as he tried to push away the pain. Just true love's kiss from Peter of Panenai.

"This…this thing saved you?" Hook looked between them in abhorrent shock.

"I have a name Killian," he said, with a small smile. It wasn't filled with any sort of double meaning, no evil gleam; no malice.

"What did you do to him?" Hook asked, looking back at Pan as though he was trying to see what she saw. All he actually ended up seeing was the happiness on Indigo's face as Wendy spoke to him with a childish smile, referring to what she'd told him five years ago on the day they'd met – that she had never stopped loving Pan, "I told you so Dad."

"You really are in love with Pan?" Hook looked over at Indigo, as though checking she was in her right mind. She reached out to him, entwining their hands as she said, looking up into Pan's warm brown eyes, "Yes."

"So he's not trying to kill everyone," Hook confirmed, still cautiously eying the boy.

"No," Indigo replied with a soft squeeze of his hand, talking to both Peter and Killian. "He's a good man."

"Are you planning on sticking around for a while?" Wendy asked hopefully. Peter and Indigo didn't even hesitate. This was Indigo's only want. Family.

"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea," Peter said, looking over at Wendy cautiously. She wasn't ready to forgive him yet, and he didn't expect her to. But they had time.

"You know, I don't think some people are going to take too kindly to that," Hook frowned, "Emma and Henry for example. Not to mention Rumplestiltskin and Baelfire. And me. "

"We've got time," Indigo said, looking up at Peter with a smile. She turned back to Killian and hooked her arm through his, dragging him over to the booth that he had sat in before and took a deep breath. Peter slid into the corner across from her, and Wendy excused herself to go and meet Baelfire.

"Her and Neal?" Indigo said with a small frown. "Isn't he a little old?"

"Come on love," Hook said with a chuckle. "Who even knows how old either of them are?"

"That's true," she replied as their coffees came. Peter took a little time to drown his in sugar as Hook said, with almost a laugh, "Old habits die hard."

Peter gave a friendly smile as Indigo breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this could actually work. Maybe Storybrooke could be it for them. It would be hard; but it would be family. So as Indigo sat there in contentment, her feet nudging at Peter's beneath the table, she took a sip of her warm drink and turned to Hook with a cheeky grin.

"So, how's Emma?"

xxx

Peter and Indigo were looking up at the small cottage. Green ivy ran up the sides of the multicoloured bricks, windows large and square allowing sunlight filling the small rooms beyond.

"It's no treehouse," Indigo commented, looking at him with a smirk.

"No," he said, casually sweeping her into his arms as she protested by wriggling against him. But he laughed, proceeding to carry her through the doorway and shut the door behind them. He finally relented and dropped her back to her feet on the carpeted floor. "But it can be home."

"I'm glad you saved me Peter Pan," she said, threading her arms up around his neck, as she looked up into his eyes. "I'm glad you came back to me."

His hands held her by the waist, pulling her closer as he said, with the deepest conviction, "I love you."

"As I love you," she answered, leaning upwards as he bent to kiss her. It was calm, no sound about them, just Peter and Indie, making a house their home. Finally she broke away and leaned into his chest, tucked safely under his chin as she murmured, "Thank you for coming here with me. For choosing this life."

A smile tugged playfully at his lips as he muttered into her glowing hair, "To live, well, that's an awfully great adventure."

Peter looked down at her peaceful face that was looking up at him as Indigo smiled in acknowledgement before agreeing with him completely.

"Adventure it is then."

A/N: You, my dear team, you have made this possible. You read, you followed, you favourited and you reviewed (especially ye who reviewed – you are the bombshiz). It's been an emotional journey – at least it has for me – and here is where it ends.

Well, I'm gonna say, technically, here is where it ends. I do have bonus scenes of a risqué sort that slot into chapters within the story (Both with Pan and with Hook). So keep an eye out for some one-shots which I may or may not put up. =P

I love you all! You're amazing. One last time, thank you for reading!