Peter did not return to his family; as much as he wanted to be with his children, he couldn't bear one more minute of grieving. In truth, he had never done anything like it before. They had death in Neverland, it was true but he had never actually grieved for someone. He saw his children grieving for their mother, the boys grieving for their sister, and his people grieving for their Queen. In his mind, though, she would not be dead for long. He was determined to set things right. So he flew far away from his house and counted on the boys to watch over the kids. When he did not return to them, no one could fault him for it. They knew how in love Peter and Wendy had been. Their love had turned into a legend all over. It was said around Neverland, in hushed tones of course, that it was surprising that Peter had not taken his life, so he may join his wife. Tiger Lily hissed at these whispers and scolded the people for thinking such things.

Peter wanted to visit his favorite spot but feared he might break down at the sight of the grave. So he flew to the other side of Neverland, where the pirate ships once were. He knew Smee and several others still lived nearby and he landed on the shore, dipping his feet into the cool water. He leaned back and felt something poke his neck. Sitting back up, he pulled at his necklace and saw something shiny hanging next to his thimble; it was Wendy's ring, sparkling in the moonlight. His heart started to race as he remembered seeing that ring and knowing it was meant for Wendy. The fact that he now had it was just another reminder that she was really gone.

"No," he said firmly, "not for long. I said I'd fix this. I'll bring her back." He furiously wiped away the tears that escaped his eyes and let the necklace drop onto his chest. He thought about all of her belongings and wondered what had happened to them. More out of necessity than desire to see, he flew back to his house and entered his and Wendy's room.

It was strange; he could still smell her in the house. He could even feel her presence all around. It's true what they say, about loved ones. They never really leave you. Peter knelt beside her trunks and gently lifted the lid, allowing a cloud of dust to float to the floor.

"Dad?" He winced when he heard his daughter's voice downstairs; they had returned and Peter didn't really want to see any of them. There was a gentle knock at the door and Adette peered in. Peter felt his throat stick; she looked even more like Wendy than before.

"What is it Addy," he asked, looking back at the trunks.

"Daddy, Uncle Nibs asked if they could all stay in Neverland for the night. Please won't you let them stay?"

"Of course they can stay," he said, still not looking up at her. She hugged him and Peter's eyes caught something around her neck. It was his kiss. His daughter now wore his kiss, that had once belonged to his wife. Adette saw what he was staring at and she smiled sadly.

"Mum left it to both me and Farrah. We share it. She said it was her most treasured possession; it meant so much to her and she asked that we share and protect it." Peter's eyes glistened as he stared at the acorn.

"Did you girls have a chance to talk with her...before…" Adette sniffed and nodded.

"While you and Wyatt and Aunt Lily were burying Mikey… she asked us to come into her room. She told us…she loved us more than anything in the world and that we were her miracles…she said that she would always be with us and we could never stop telling stories. She said we need to tell stories about you…because those were always her favorites to tell." She let out a choked sob and buried her face in her father's lap. Peter stroked her hair and choked back tears as he realized his daughter had his wife's hair. He held her tightly and silent tears streamed down his cheeks. The acorn brushed up against his chest and he glanced up at the ceiling, looking through it to the stars.

"She's always with us, Daddy," his daughter whispered. Peter nodded while he stroked her hair.

"Always, Addy. She'll never leave us." He pulled away and brushed a thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears.

"Run back to your uncles and tell them they may stay as long as they like. Perhaps we'll all go for late night fishing, like we used to." Adette gave him a sad smile before she hugged him quickly and hurried off downstairs. Peter remained on his hands and knees for a moment, as he sobbed into his hands. He noticed the trunk was still open and he started to close it when something caught his eye; a handsome leather-bound journal was poking out of several dresses and Peter gently lifted it to his eyes.

Her full name was inscribed on the front of it and Pan was added in ink at the end of her name. He opened it to the front page and read.

I, Wendy Moira Angela Darling Pan, write this in my own hand. My life was changed today. I now look into the mirror and see a Queen. Peter was coronated as King of Neverland and I have never been more proud of him or more in love. He looked every inch the King as they Fairies placed that golden crown upon his head. He then took my hand and declared me Queen of Neverland.

Strange, dear journal, how life can be altered so quickly and so easily. I fell in love with Peter Pan many years ago and yet he denied his own feelings and refused my love. We found each other again and he grew up for me. Peter Pan, the eternal child, abandoned his youthful adventures to be by my side. Nothing could be more marvelous, in my eyes. I now call this extraordinary young man my husband and we have just discovered there is to be a royal babe, the first born of Pan. I have a feeling my life will be very interesting from now on. I hope I can be the Queen that Neverland deserves; but I also hope I am enough for Peter and that he never regrets his decision. Being a boy all his life, he is bound to become restless and may even wish that things could be different. But I hope that I can always bring his heart back to me and make him glad that he grew up. I hope a family is enough to sustain Peter and his insatiable appetite for adventure. I hope that someday he will declare that I was his greatest adventure of all.

From the hand of Wendy

Peter's fingertips grazed the page, across her words. She had written about him, had put life into those words about him and had inked those words in her own hand. He skimmed the rest of the pages, not reading a full page until he came to the very end of the journal and saw his name at the top of the page. Settling down against the trunk, he began to read.

Peter,

If you are reading this, it means my adventure has reached its end. Do not let that deter you from your own adventure. Your journey will continue on and I hope you do not have any regrets once you have reached your final destination. I also hope that you find love elsewhere, for you are too wonderful and good to live without love.

I want you to know, my dearest Peter, how you have changed me. You took a curious girl from London society and turned her into a woman full of passion, light, and love. Our adventures together shaped who I am today and I am ever so grateful for that. I could not have asked for a better life. You are the reason I breathe, my children are my miracles, Neverland is my sanctuary, and your love is the light of my life. I once told you that I had nothing here and that I wished I had stayed in London to grow up. Know that this was a lie, Peter. You and the children give me enough reason to live, I needed nothing else. But I realized something. You gave my life purpose. When you chose me for your Queen, you declared to your homeland and your people that I was worthy of the love of the great Peter Pan. This, Peter, is the greatest gift you could ever give. My lfie in Neverland has been complete and absolute. As I write my final words on this page, it is with the hope that you continue to live and love as you have done with me. The second star to the right has always been your home and your guardian and now I shall keep watch over you and Wyatt and Adette and Farrah among those stars.

I have always loved you, Peter Pan, and will continue to love you from the heavens. My kiss has never belonged to another; and will continue to be yours as long as you shall have it.

You have my heart, my love, my soul

Wendy

Tears dripped onto the page and smeared the ink, causing Peter to gasp and frantically try to wipe it away. He slammed the book shut and held it close to his heart.

"Wendy," he whispered, closing his eyes. He would give anything to travel back to any time that she was alive, just so he could see her face again. He wondered, in that moment, how he could have made such a grave mistake. He had had a perfect life with her and had wished it away. He moved the dresses aside and put the journal back in the box. He froze, his eyes on something at the bottom of the chest and with shaking hands, he pulled out a large amethyst stone. Sitting with his legs crossed, he held the stone in his lap and placed his hands on both sides.

"I want my life back the way it was. With Wendy and our kids and our problems and our love. I want it all back. Please." A mermaid's face, not Reyna's but one he did not recognize, appeared in the stone and looked up at him. When she spoke, her voice sounded far away.

"For true love to win, you must travel first to when the journey begins

and see for yourself why you chose it so

for fate to change and you started to grow

and finally you may come to see

what your heart's desire may truly be."

Peter stared, wide-eyed at the mermaid and at the stone and felt a lurching feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt like he was knocked unconscious for several minutes but when he woke up, he sat up and looked around. Tink landed on his knee and smiled up at him.

"Tink? What are you doing here? Where am I?"

"You remember that horrible story we used to hear the London folk tell at Christmas time? About the man who was taken by spirits to see his life?" Peter nodded slowly.

"Is that what's happening to me?"

"Sort of. I'm much prettier than any ghost of Christmas past," she added saucily and flicked her hair. Peter couldn't help but smile as he shook his head. Tink's wings fluttered and she leaped into the air.

"Come on, we just need to fly over here. I want to show you something."