A/N: Update 12

I left Hook alone in the Captain's Quarters and went to find Winnie. I was clinging to my arm trying to stop some of the bleeding. I found Winnie on the bow of the ship. She was leaning on the railing looking out into the vast ocean. The salty air was blowing her hair back. I stopped walking and watched her. She had a gentle smile on her face as she lifted it towards the mist that was blowing her way.

I suddenly felt very nervous. What would happen to Wendy if I couldn't help Hook? Earlier he seemed like he really cared about her. How could he be just so willing to get rid of her? I wiped some of the blood on my hands onto my jeans and began fidgeting with me shirt sleeve trying to cover up the cut as I got closer to Winnie. She turned and saw me. Her smile grew as she motioned for me to come join her.

"Come on, Peter," She giggled. "Come look at how beautiful it is."

I smiled as I sauntered over. The more time I spent with Winnie, the more I could feel my confidence and, unfortunately, my cockiness returning. The ship swayed a bit and still being dizzy in the head, I lost my balance. I reached out to catch myself, but there was nothing there. Winnie tried to catch me, but we both just ended up in a heap on the floor, my head in her lap. We both started laughing.

"Are you all right, Peter?" Winnie asked, finally catching her breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay? I kind of landed right on top of you," I replied.

"I'm fine. Better me than the hard ground. You've got that nasty bump on your head. We really should get that cleaned up," She said as she started to move to get up.

"Ouch!" I replied wincing and grasping my arm.

Winnie looked startled. "What is it, Peter?"

I frantically tried to come up with an excuse. "My arm," I replied. "It's bleeding."

"How'd that happen?" She looked down at me with concern in her gorgeous blue eyes, which I now noticed matched the rich blues of the ocean. I had completely forgotten about my now bloody arm. Those eyes always had an effect on me. "Uh, I must have cut it when I fell," I lied. I began to sit up so that Winnie could get to her feet, when she placed her hand on my chest pushing me back down. I tensed. She pulled my shirt sleeve up to look at my new cut. The cut was deep, and blood trickled down my arm.

"Ouch," She said. "Let's go get you cleaned up." We both stood up and she guided me around the ship back into the living quarters.

She took me into the large bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bathtub while she searched the medicine cabinet for something to clean my wounds.

"I can't believe that my dad did that to you. I don't understand why," She said talking about the bump on my head.

"Your dad and I," I began. "We, well, I kind of already knew him," I finally sighed not sure exactly how to tell her the truth.

"I thought so. You two were acting very strange towards each other at breakfast. How do you know each other?" She said pulling out some antiseptic.

"It's a long story,"

She nodded and said, "Okay, let's take a look at that bump first."

Winnie began brushing my hair to the side to get a better view of the goose egg. Each time her fingers brushed away hair, she also touched the tender bruising. I kept cringing, though I tried to hide it. I didn't want to seem like a wimp.

"You keep making this face," Winnie laughed imitating my facial expressions. "Is it the bruises? I'm sorry; I'm just trying to see the damage. You don't seem to have any extreme head trauma, though I'm no doctor."

I nodded as she grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in hot water. She turned back around and smiled. "Here, the hot water should feel nice on the bruising." She leaned in and pressed the hot washcloth to my bruised head. I cringed at the pain. "Sorry," Winnie said. She hesitantly placed the washcloth back on my head. I was able to relax a little bit this time. "There," She said. "Hopefully that eased some of the pain. Now we need to clean up your arm."

She went back to the sink to grab the antiseptic and some cotton balls. "This will probably sting," she said rummaging through the medicine cabinet. "Hmm…I don't know what to do, because this will bleach your shirt," she explained.

"Well, we don't want to risk that," I replied coyly. And in one quick motion I pulled my shirt off over my head.

Winnie turned back around and dropped the bottle of antiseptic and cotton balls. She stood there staring at me. "Um, yeah, I guess, that…works."

She bent down to pick up the items she had dropped, and I heard her mumble to herself. She stepped towards me and poured some of the antiseptic onto a cotton ball. She placed it on my arm and I winced at the sting.

"I told you," she smirked.

"It doesn't make it hurt any less," I replied.

She blushed, trying to avoid looking at me. "You know, rolling up your sleeve would have sufficed."

"But where's the fun in that? You're cute when you're flustered," I winked at her.

Winnie huffed and rolled her eyes. "You sure know how to charm a girl." Winnie finished cleaning the wound and stepped back to look at me. "There, let me just wrap it." She found some gauze and wrapped my arm. "I'm done. Here," she said handing me a couple ibuprofens and a glass of water. "Take this to help with the dizziness."

I took the pills and swallowed. "You make a good nurse," I smiled. "Thanks. I think I'm going to go take a nap to help get rid of this headache. Although I don't really remember which room I was in."

"That's a good idea. I'll show you where your room is."

Winnie led me out of the bathroom and down the hall. Hook had really modernized his old ship. Everything was so nice now.

"Here you are," Winnie said turning around crashing into me. "Oh my god, I'm sorry," she was trying so hard not to look at me as she backed away from me into the room. It made me laugh.

"Winnie, what's wrong?" I teased.

"I just. You don't. This is so awkward." She stuttered.

"Oh come on. You're the one making it awkward, it doesn't have to be. Do you want me to put my shirt back on?"

"No!" she practically yelled. I smirked. "I mean, um, do whatever you want. When you wake up, come find me."

I nodded, "Thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it." I opened my arms for a hug with a smirk on my face. I was going to milk this for all it was worth.

She hesitated at first, but then that confident Winnie that I adored took a deep breath and moved closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. I closed my arms around her, and I felt her tense up. I let out a small chuckle.

"It's not funny," Winnie said pushing me away from the hug. "You're a very intimidating person."

I just laughed, and then out of the blue leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She started blushing and had a shocked look on her face.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did that. I-,"

"You missed," she said.

I stared at her. "Missed?"

"Uh-huh."

I finally understood. I smiled and leaned down again. This time, I didn't miss.

This kiss was different than our first kiss. This one was deeper, more passionate. This one felt right. I felt electrified. I wrapped my arms on her waist and Winnie all but melted in my arms. After what felt like a few minutes, Winnie pulled away from what must have been the best kiss of my life, and smiled.

"Right, well. You should probably go take that nap of yours," she sighed breathlessly. Her face turned a light pink.

"Right," I said back clearing my throat. I knew I had a glazed look in my eyes. "I'll come find you when I wake up."

Winnie nodded and brushed passed me to exit the room. "Sweet dreams, Peter," she winked at me as she left.

Damn, I thought. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep now. I had never felt this way before, but I knew that she was the one for me. Of course I've always known that, Wendy's always been the one. I just needed her to remember. I was going to make it my goal to help Wendy remember her past, remember me. This was important to me. I knew that she knows it deep down, she said so herself. She felt this connection with me that she didn't understand, and even though I didn't understand the connection either, I knew that it was meant to be. I want Wendy to feel the way that I'm feeling: total elation. I'd finally found my Wendy bird. She just needed to find me.