alright I wasn't going to post more until I had a lot more written BUT, a very happy birthday to SeddieGal101...hope you have a wonderful one! and you enjoy this heart-wrenching chapter, LOL.

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Peter felt the familiar sensations in his heart as he zoomed through the London sky. He glanced up at his beloved star and shook his head.

"How could I ever think I could live without her? Obviously she's what makes my heart race, she's my reason for breathing. I don't know if there is anyone up there but if there is, can she please remember me? Please send me back to my life, because it was wonderful and perfect and I'm a fool for not seeing it." He stopped above a corner house and immediately recognized the windows. Flying lower, he hovered outside her window and tried to open it but found it barred. Swallowing, he wiped the glass and peered in.

The room looked much as it always had. Her shelves of books were dusty and unused, her writing desk stood in the corner, several jewelry boxes sat on the desk, one of them opened. His eyes traveled the room until at last they stopped on a figure standing in front of the mirror. His heart thumped painfully for a few seconds as he immediately understood.

"No," he said softly. For standing in front of the mirror, gazing at reflection with round, sad eyes, was his Wendy, clad in her great-great Grandmother Gwendoyln's wedding gown. Peter pressed his nose against the glass, noticing two maids bustling around, straightening the train and veil. Wendy's hand dropped to her side and Peter saw a large diamond glittering on her finger. He found it difficult to breathe as he hovered outside the window.

"Looks like you're too late. Your wife is getting married.," said a voice from above him. He shot Tink a dark look before he pressed his face against the glass again.

"Does it look like I'm laughing, Tink?" The fairy flew closer and hung head head.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I'm just not used to this…new you. Are you going to try to talk to her?" Peter's throat was dry and he felt tears in his eyes.

"I think you're right. I think I'm too late." Nevertheless, he waited for the maids to leave and he saw Wendy walk into the bathroom; when she returned, she had the wedding gown draped over her arm and she was wearing a satin robe. She set the gown on the bed, then walked toward the window. Peter gasped and dove out of sight just as Wendy flung the window open. She inhaled the cool night air and leaned against the window, staring out among the stars. Peter saw where she was looking and his heart raced. She was looking up at his beloved star, toward Neverland. Perhaps she hadn't forgotten. She turned away and Peter was about to fly through the window but he heard a knock on the door and ducked down. John entered the room and gently kissed his sister's cheek.

"So? How did the gown fit? I'm surprised you didn't come down to show us all."

"It's lovely," she said quietly. Peter frowned at how frail her voice sounded. That didn't sound like Wendy at all. He peeked over the windowsill and peered in at the two siblings. Wendy smiled and was straightening John's suit.

"You look very dashing. You will look splendid next weekend."

"As will you, dearest Wendy," he said returning the smile.

"I wish your bride-to-be hadn't requested a double wedding. It's like we're five again, sharing a room." John chuckled.

"Charlotte just thinks of you as a sister. Well, dash it, you will be her sister after next weekend won't you? It's still a bit strange to think about." Wendy merely nodded, her smile fading. John watched her closely and his hand went to her cheek.

"Henry will make a fine husband."

"I know."

"Wendy, look at me." She brought her eyes up to his and he grasped both her cheeks with his hands.

"He's not coming back."

"Who?" She broke away and turned from him. John crossed his arms over his chest, a knowing look on his face.

"You know of whom I am talking about. I see it in your eyes, you're still waiting. It won't ever happen. Once you marry Henry, you need to forget about him." Wendy turned back to him angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been waiting for anyone."

"Really? Then close the window."

"What?"

"You heard me. Shut it." Wendy didn't move and John continued to stare at her.

"Fine." He crossed to the window and his hands grasped the sash, preparing to bring it down.

"John no!" He stopped and turned back to her, a hardened look crossing over his face.

"Mmhm. I thought so. It's time to close it, Wendy."

"Leave it," she said shrilly.

"Can't you see that you're waiting for make believe and fantasy? He's forgotten all about you, Wendy! WHY can't you see that? You've given your heart to someone who can never return your love!" Peter was growing angrier by the minute; John didn't know him. Why then was he telling Wendy all these awful things about him? Tink chimed in his ear.

"You see? Even her brother is trying to convince her to move on. You'd forgotten her, Peter. You've left her here."

"I could never forget her," he hissed. "And whatever this…alternate universe Peter has done, it's not me."

"Peter, would you wake up? I get that you believe you're from another reality, I do. But how do you think you're going to get back there? It's done! You're here, living our Peter's life. You might have…taken over him somehow but this is the life he lives and this is the life you're going to live. A life of fun and adventure and games and without love. Without her."

"No!"

"YES! Peter, listen to me. She remembers you, fine, that's great but she is getting married to someone else! It's been eight years, Peter. You're still a boy, how do you think you're going to sweep her off her feet?"

"Like I did eight years ago," he said a bit uncertainly. Tink shook her head.

"Wendy has changed. And you haven't. She's grown and you haven't. Just accept it. You can't be together."

"You don't know me, Tink. You don't know what kind of…man I've become. For her. I've lost so much but I got her in the end." Tink only rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Go in and talk to her. See what she says."

"Alright, I will."

Wendy, too, shook with rage. She turned away from her brother and furious tears streamed down her face. John let out a deep sigh and shaking his head, he left the room. Wendy settled at her dresser and wept into her arm. Peter seized his chance and flew through the window, landing catlike and quietly on the carpet. Tink watched him expectantly from the window. Peter didn't want to sneak up on her so he lingered a few inches away and cleared his throat. Wendy's head shot up and she whirled around, her eyes wider than dinner plates.

"Hello Wendy." Wendy said nothing; she reached along her wall, feeling for something until she grasped the handle of a sword and thrust it in front of her. Peter jumped back, his hands in the air in defense.

"Easy easy, I'm not going to hurt you—"

"Stay back! Don't come any closer! Who are you? What do you want?"

"Wendy, do you really not know?"

"I don't know how you know my name but I demand that you leave at once!" She brandished the sword and walked around in a little circle, Peter countering her. He was reminded of the battles he had often had with Hook.

"Please, just look at me. Remember me. I really need to talk to you."

"I don't talk to nearly naked boys who sneak into womens' bedrooms! I'll overlook your impropriety if you leave at once."

"Wendy, please—"

"That's it. Boys!" Peter tried again but the door burst open and the Lost Boys came tumbling in, looking around for the source of Wendy's distress.

"I say, what is going on here?!" Slightly cried, spotting Peter.

"Slightly, it's me. It's Peter."

"Who?" Peter looked back at Wendy desperately.

"You know who I am. It's me, Peter."

"Peter? Who's Peter?" Tootles asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Beats me," Nibs muttered, staring at Peter in alarm. Peter held up his hands and looked around at them, pleadingly.

"Come on boys, don't you remember me? You're the Lost Boys!"

"Lost Boys? What does that even mean?"

"Enough of this. Why is this charlatan in Wendy's bedroom?" Peter felt himself getting weak and could not understand what was happening.

"Nibs, please, don't you know who I am?"

"How do you know my name," Nibs asked in disgust. Michael glanced at Wendy, who still held onto the sword.

"Are you going to let a girl run you through? Because Wendy will. You had better leave, young man."

"Michael, c'mon, you remember don't you? Your adventures in Neverland? You helped fight Hook. And you flew." The boys were torn between horror and amusement.

"What a fantastic story! What is Neverland?"

"Wait, I remember Neverland! From all those stories Wendy used to tell," Curly said excitedly. Peter gripped his stomach, feeling pain all over his body. What was happening?

"But they're just stories. They're not real," Michael said sensibly. Peter shook his head, pain stabbing at him all over. Nearly collapsing to his knees, he turned to Wendy and fixed her with a pleading look.

"Wendy, you know me. I'm the one you're waiting for. I'm Peter Pan."

"Peter Pan is make-believe," Wendy said coldly. "I'm too old to believe in such childish stories." Peter let out a cry as he felt as if he was stabbed through the heart with a sword. He fell to his knees and shook uncontrollably. Tink couldn't take it any longer. She flew in and coated him in dust, zooming him away from the Darling household as fast as she could. Afterwards, the boys kept asking each other if they saw anything peculiar come through the window, was a boy really there, and did anyone actually see a glowing light looming through the air. Only Wendy remained silent, her moist eyes on the second star and her heart tearing in two. She knew for a fact a boy had really been here and what that glowing light had been. And the look on his face when she had spoken those cruel words was enough to make a grown man's heart break, let alone a delicate London girl who had never forgotten who held her hidden kiss.