Peter was soaring over the waves, Tink chiming right behind him. Peter turned to grin at her and his eyes caught something in the distance.

"Come on!" He took off, with her on his heels and they hovered over a pirate ship. Peter grinned at Tink.

"Want to have some fun with the old codfish?"

"Peter, be careful," Tink chimed and Peter laughed again. He let out a loud crow and searched the ship for the pirate captain. It had been ages since they had had a skirmish. Peter yanked out his sword but stopped as his eyes caught sight of something tied to the mast.

"Let's take a closer look," he muttered to the fairy before he dove and landed on the ship, right beside the mast. It was a girl in a white nightgown, her blonde hair flowing in the wind. Her head rested on her chest and her eyes were closed. Peter frowned and edged closer.

"Is she alright?"

"I think she's just sleeping," Tink said, poking at her face. Peter swiped at her.

"Tink, stop it. Um, hello?" He tried shaking the girl but her eyes remained closed. Peter frowned at Tink and bit his lip.

"Wonder why she's here."

"Ah ha, Pan. At last you come. The boys said you wouldn't come and yet here you are." Peter whirled around, his sword in his grasp. A grin crossed over his face.

"Come on Hook! You ready to lose the other one?" The pirate held up his steel hook which gleamed dangerously. Hook chuckled.

"So Pan, what has brought you here? A fight with me? Or is it your dear Wendy?" Peter frowned again.

"Who's Wendy?" Hook looked surprised for a moment before he shook his head.

"Games don't work with me, boy. I know you remember her." Peter turned back to the unconscious girl and back to Hook.

"I've never seen her before in my life." Hook was taken aback but he hitched his smile immediately. Circling around Peter, he edged closer to the girl.

"Wake up, my beauty," he hissed in her ear. "Wake up now." He kept his eyes on Peter as his hand went to her curls and he yanked her head up. Peter's jaw dropped.

"Hey! Leave her alone!"

"So you do remember her?"

"No but you're hurting her, stop it!"

"Ah my beauty. If you could see what has happened. Open those pretty eyes now and see your precious hero." The girl's eyes fluttered open and she let out a small groan. Hook yanked at her curls and she gasped, panting as the hook went to her throat.

"Look who has arrived." The girl's eyes caught Peter's and she gasped.

"Peter!" Peter turned to Tink and his eyes were wide.

"Do I know her?" Tink merely shrugged.

"She seems familiar…you don't remember her at all?" Peter's hand scratched at his head.

"I don't think I do…do I?" Tink shrugged again. Hook laughed loudly

"Do you hear this, my sweet? It is as I told you. Pan has forgotten all about you. Do you not recognize your Wendy, boy? She has grown a bit but she is still your Wendy."

"I…have a Wendy? But WHO is she?" Peter's eyes went back to the girl's and he racked his brain, thinking hard. He thought her face was familiar but he had no idea why. She was almost an adult and he didn't associate with adults. The girl, Wendy, stared back at him, almost pleadingly.

"Peter," she said quietly. The way she said his name made him uncomfortable. He straightened up and clutched his sword.

"Why have you captured her? Release the girl immediately."

"She's here to lure you, Pan."

"I don't even know her! So you're wasting your time. There's no use in harming her if I don't even know her." Wendy let out a cry as the steel hook pressed harder against her throat, drawing several ruby droplets. Peter's eyes narrowed.

"You lie, Pan. You would hate to see this girl murdered."

"Only because she doesn't deserve to die. But I won't die for her. If it's between me and her, then I choose me. Let her go, Hook, and let's have our fight. I don't know her so your efforts are wasted."

"Oh Pan, how easily you forget. Even the girl who has given you her hidden kiss. What say you to that, Wendy Darling? Your hero has forgotten all about you and yet you have waited at your window for him to return." Tears welled in her eyes and Peter shifted uneasily. He always hated to see someone cry. He cleared his throat and held up his sword.

"Come on Hook. Forget the girl and fight me. It's what you really want."

"Aye, that it is. But I want your heartache even more. And if I kill her and you discover who she was, your heart will shatter." Peter wrinkled his brow, still trying to remember her. Wendy. Wendy. WHY did the name feel familiar? He turned back to Tink, his brow furrowed.

"Tink, all jealousy aside. Do you remember this girl?"

"I don't Peter. She's familiar to me, I think we knew her at a time. But she's gone from my memory now." Peter let out a frustrated cry.

"Enough of this game. Return this…Wendy to her home. We don't allow adults in Neverland. We—" he was cut off, for Hook had flung something at him and startled, he caught it. Holding it up, he saw an acorn hanging from a chain, a small hole through its shell. Peter's finger traced the hole as he studied the object, feeling his heart start to race, though for whatever reason he could not fathom. Hook watched him for a reaction but Peter gave none. Hook's eyes narrowed and he grunted loudly.

"Very well, my dear, I wanted to end your life because of what you meant to him. I see now that it no longer matters. Still, your blood is better than none." He swooped down on her and she let out a cry as his hook raked across her throat.

"Peter…our kisses," she choked out as blood stained her gown. Hook dug in deeper and Wendy gasped as she felt her life seep out of her. Peter let out an angry cry and rushed forward but it was too late; the girl was already gone. Holding the acorn in his hand, he cast one last look at the lifeless body before him before he rose into the air and flew from the ship as fast he could. He clutched at his stomach, feeling like he would be sick. He had never failed to save someone before and he had a feeling he had known this Wendy at some point, somehow.

"Peter! Peter, your kiss!" He turned his head and saw Tink lifting the necklace that he wore around his neck. It was a simple chain with a small thimble dangling from it. Peter clutched it in his hand and frowned.

"A kiss? What are you talking about, Tink?" Tink's hands were pressed against her cheeks and she looked horrified.

"It's Wendy! Wendy gave you that kiss! The acorn is what you gave her, the night you first met…it saved her life! And she…she saved your life! Wendy…you...we...you forgot about Wendy!"

"Wendy…my kiss…her hidden kiss." His eyes widened as his fingers closed around the acorn.

"Oh my god," he whispered. He turned back to the pirate ship, in mid air and the acorn fell from his hand. His jaw dropped and his heart continued to race, as his memories all rushed back to him. Memories of a girl with bright blue eyes leaning toward him and pressing her warm lips against his.

"WENDY!"

Peter sat straight up in bed, his ruffled curls damp with sweat. He clutched at his chest, feeling his heart race and he struggled to steady his breathing. Glancing beside him, he let out a little moan when he saw his wife, safe and sound asleep. His shaking hands went to his eyes and he leaned over her a little, wishing more than anything he could hold her and kiss her and hear her voice. He held his hand over his chest, willing his heart to slow down and willing himself to calm down. He gently stroked her hair and felt her stir beneath him.

"Mmm. Peter?" His heart leaped at the sound of his name on her lips and he wasted no time in gathering her in his arms. She allowed herself to be held as he pressed her against his chest, kissing her hair over and over. Wendy noticed his shoulders shook and his heart was rapidly beating against his chest. She glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed tightly, as he hid his face in her curls. She reached up and caressed his cheek.

"Another nightmare?" Peter didn't say anything but his hold around her tightened. Wendy turned slightly and wrapped her arms around him so that she was sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms draped around his neck. Peter buried his face in her shoulder and she felt wet. Pulling away, she cupped his chin and forced him to look up. She was stunned to see tears in his bright eyes. It had been ages since either of them had had that sort of nightmare. She thought that they had disappeared for good; that neither of them would return to that point in their lives. Her hand rested on his cheek and he closed his eyes again, leaning into her.

"Wendy," he said in a shaky voice. Wendy held his head against her shoulder, her fingers working through his hair.

"It's alright, Peter. We're alright now. Hook is long gone and he can't harm us anymore."

"Wendy…you don't understand. It was…it was different. I didn't remember you!" Frowning, she pulled away from him and watched his face. He rubbed his nose furiously and stared at the bed.

"What do you mean, you didn't remember me?"

"Hook kidnapped you to lure me…again. But this time I didn't remember you. I had forgotten you, forgotten who you were! And he killed you and I still didn't know who you were! HOW could that happen, Wendy?"

"Peter, it was a dream. It was just a bad dream." But Peter shook his head.

"No, I didn't remember until it was too late. I don't understand how that's possible."

"Peter," she said gently but firmly, "it was a nightmare. You didn't forget me. And Hook did not kill me. I'm right here, with you. We're alright, my love. We're fine." He shook his head and hid his face in her shoulder again.

"I did forget Wendy," his voice was muffled but she tensed slightly at his words, knowing where he was going. "Hook made me forget you. I spent fourteen months on that ship, not knowing who I was or who you were!" Wendy shook her head and pulled him away from her, searching his eyes.

"Peter, you told me years ago that I needed to stop revisiting those moments in my life. That I needed to stay with you in the present. So stay with me, here and now. Don't think about what happened then. Everything worked out. We're still together, after all this time." Peter nodded and wrapped his arms around her again, holding her to his chest. Wendy closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being in his embrace. It had been too long since he had held her like this. She missed the feeling of those arms wrapping around her. The sound of his beating heart underneath her and the feel of being pressed against his bare flesh. He let out a heavy sigh and she glanced up at him.

"Why would you start having nightmares like that again? After all this time?"

"I talked to the Fairy Queen tonight. I told her…some things about what we went through. I guess it was bringing all those memories back. No one in Neverland knows what all we endured. What we've been through together." She reached up and caressed his cheek and he nuzzled against her palm, yearning for her touch.

"Wendy. Never leave me," he said in the quietest of whispers. Wendy frowned and withdrew her hand.

"Do you think I ever would?" He opened his eyes and forced himself to look at her. His saddened gaze held hers.

"I'll never feel like I'm enough for you, Wendy. And that's strange to say the great Peter Pan isn't worthy of something. But I've never felt worthy of your love. And I know how much you sacrificed to stay with me. I know how worried you are, about everything. Your worries about Wyatt and Farrah and Adette. About me."

"I wish the Fairy Queen would keep some things to herself," Wendy said rather stiffly. Peter grasped her hands tightly.

"I can read you like a book, Wendy. I know you've been feeling lonely and sad for awhile. But the Fairy Queen shouldn't be the one to tell me what my wife is feeling. You need to talk to me, Wendy. We never keep things from each other. We've always been open and honest, so what has changed? Tell me what your heart feels and don't think that you're bothering me or anything."

"Oh Peter, you're always so busy—"

"Never too busy for my family," he cut her off firmly. "I am never too busy to listen to my love. You know that you come first in my heart. You and the kids are my blessings and come before anything else. So tell me how you feel. Don't keep things from me, alright?" Wendy was silent before she nodded.

"Very well. I'll try to tell you—"

"Don't try. Tell me." His eyes bore into hers and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. "Tell me now."

"Now? We should get back to sleep, you have such a busy—"

"Wendy. You're not listening to me. I want to talk to you, and if this is the only time we can do it, so be it. I'll make time. Sleep is for grown ups anyway." Wendy grinned and shook her head.

"You may be a young king but you're still king nevertheless. Did you find a way to help Lily?"

"The Fairy Queen told me to bring her to the Glade tomorrow night. She's not sure if they can reverse age but they are going to try. I just hope she hasn't gotten worse. I'll go to the Village first thing in the morning to check on her."

"I want to send a message to John to tell him what's happened." Peter grimaced slightly.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"He loved her at a time. He would want to know. He always inquires about her well being in his letters. If I can't go and see them, Peter, you should. At the very least to tell me how they all are. But Slightly's last letter was disturbing; he said the family grows worried that they have not seen me in such a long time. They want to know what is happening and the boys ask if they could visit Neverland soon. I was thinking about bringing the whole family here. They haven't seen the children and I haven't seen them in so long." Peter was about to argue but he caught the pleading look in her eyes and sighed.

"Alright. I'll fly to London after I've talked to the Chief. If they all agree to it, I'll return to London tomorrow night and bring them here. It's the least I can do since I'm afraid to send you to London right now." Wendy flung her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his.

"Thank you, Peter. Thank you." Peter cupped her chin and gently touched the corner of her lips.

"I miss that smile."

"I still smile. My life is not terrible and I still have many joys—"

"You're troubled and you don't smile as often. Whether it's me or the kids or just the troubles around Neverland, you're letting something weigh you down and it's taken away your happy thoughts. Can you still fly, Wendy?"

"You've always been my happy thought, Peter," she whispered and he felt his heart swell. He stood by the bed and pulled her to her feet.

"Fly with me," he whispered in her ear as his hands encircled her waist.

"Peter. It's the middle of the night—"

"And that's our favorite time to fly," he said with a smile, dragging her toward the window. She giggled a little, feeling like a child again as she held onto his hand and allowed him to steer her to the windowsill. The cool Neverland breeze made the curtains flutter and her bare feet touched the sill. Peter flew to their dresser and grasped a tiny velvet bag in his hands. Depositing some of its contents into his palm, he flew back to his wife and blew the fairy dust into her face. Wendy blinked and felt herself rise into the air, Peter grinning down at her. Holding out his hand, he pulled her into the night air and up into the stars. Grasping his hand tightly, she soared alongside him, closing her eyes as she felt the wind blow her curls around her face. They were silent as they soared over the Neverland landscape, taking in its beauty by the moonlight. Peter glanced sideways at his wife, whose face glowed by the moon and a broad grin crossed his face.

Their nighttime flight ended much too quickly in Peter's opinion but he knew Wendy did not want to be away from the children for too long and he knew they both needed some sleep. Their feet touched the hard floor of their bedroom and she pulled him back toward the bed. His hands roamed her body, fingertips slipping underneath the gown and pulling upward. Smiling, she held her hands up and allowed him to remove the gown and throw it aside. He bit his lip as her body was displayed to him, bathed in the moonlight. Likewise, Wendy's hands went to his breeches and pulled them down around his ankles so he could kick them aside. Her trembling fingers brushed over his broad chest and he sucked in a breath at her touches. Taking her hand and kissing her fingers, he pulled her to him and leaned against the bed. She pressed her bare body against his and curled into his embrace, smiling against his flesh. One hand stroking her back while the other worked its way through her curls, Peter listened to the steady breathing of his perfect wife as sleep found them both.

Thanks SO much for the reviews! (Daphne, SO good to see you again too! :-) I'm bouncing back and forth between this and "Fly Me Through the Stars" (my Tinkerbell/Terence fic) and trying to finish that one up. Thanks again for your support-it means the world and I can't tell you how good it is to see Peter and Wendy again...they're like my best friends that I can't say farewell to :-P

Have a great weekend everyone!