So a quick thank you to my amazing fans for all of your kind words-it's been sort of a rough week and everytime I see you comment and review, I have to smile. I'm incredibly grateful for all of you and your support! Thank you.

If I get some reviews, I'll post another tonight. ;-)

Peter followed her and saw they were flying over a ship. Tink stopped and drifted downward, Peter right behind her. They hid behind a pile of rope on the deck of the ship and both peered out. Peter nearly fell back in shock, for he was looking at himself. A young boy Peter, clad in leaves and vines, with blood pouring from a gash in his head was lying on his back, waiting for the final blow. A young Wendy was lying next to him, curling up beside him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. Peter and Tink watched, amazed.

"Peter," they heard her say in a soft voice. "I am sorry I must grow up. But, this is yours," she held out her fist which was yanked back by Hook, who stared at her hand suspiciously.

"Tis just a thimble," she assured him. Hook scoffed.

"How like a girl!" The crew chuckled and Hook leaned in close, his fingers still curled around her wrist. "By all means my beauty, give Peter Pan your precious thimble." Wendy turned to Peter, defeat evident in her eyes. He turned his head toward her, curious as to what she could be giving him. He said not a word as she lowered her cheek to his and whispered in his ear, "this belongs to you. And always will." She lifted her face, keeping it inches from his and her hand drifted to his cheek. Instead of presenting him with a gift, her hand opened and caressed his cheek. Stunned, his eyes drifted to hers and lazily closed as he watched her lips lower to his. Soft lips pressed against his own and he lay there in the moment, being caressed by his Wendy.

Peter let out a gasp and he clutched his heart.

"Her hidden kiss. Our first kiss."

"The first moment you knew she was special, yes?" He nodded and watched the scene continue. Wendy lifted her head from his and gave him a small smile. He could only stare at her, stunned. He saw the boys being held all around the ship, gaping at the two of them with their jaws wide open.

"That was no thimble," John said in shock.

"That was her hidden kiss," Michael said proudly. There was a shift in the wind and even the sky was tinged pink. Peter glanced up quickly then back at himself, knowing what was coming next. Hook had grabbed Wendy and yanked her back but the damage was done; Peter knew he was loved. A smile slowly crept across his mouth, as a pink blush overtook him. His eyes were sparkling more than any star in the sky as he turned pinker and pinker. Tink giggled.

"Look at your face. Look at that goofy grin."

"Brace yourselves lads," he heard Slightly say.

"Tis a powerful thing," Tootles declared before all of the boys hit the deck and hid their heads in their hands. Wendy, too, knelt and covered her head, though a broad smile remained on her lovely face. Peter watched himself explode and shoot into the air like a bullet and he grinned upwards at himself.

"That kiss gave me the power to defeat Hook."

"It gave you the power to do much more than that. Your love has always been powerful. But this was the first moment you knew you felt something stronger for Wendy. You knew, as you were soaring through the air, that there was something special between you two."

"Ok, I get it, I know that I loved her, before I even knew what love is. But I already know this. Why show me this part of my life?"

"This was your first kiss, Peter. Not only that, it was her hidden kiss; and it's never belonged to anyone else. But you have a hidden kiss too, believe it or not. Only one person holds your hidden kiss. Just one."

"It's got to be Wendy. No one else has meant that much to me," he said, scratching his head. Tink nodded.

"You may have known that she was special at this moment but it was years before you realized that you wanted her to be the one to have your hidden kiss." Peter felt apprehensive and he swallowed.

"I don't want to see that time, Tink." But Tink coated him in dust and he was temporarily blinded. When the dust cleared, they were in a dark cabin. Peter glared at her.

"Would you let me fly please, I don't like this whole appearing and disappearing thing."

"It's faster. Do you know where we are?"

"Yes and I told you, I don't want to see that part."

"Why not?"

"Because this part of my life still haunts me."

"But it's where you fell in love. You might never have confessed your love to her if she had not been kidnapped." Peter crossed his arms.

"I could have done without all of the crap we went through." Tink shook her head and Peter's head snapped up when the cabin door was opened and they heard something being thrown inside. There was very little light but Tink produced a golden light so that Peter could clearly see. Wendy was edging toward the door, a nervous look on her face. He saw himself, badly beaten, nearly naked, attempting to crawl across the floor.

"Wendy," he said in a shaky voice. Wendy gasped and ran to his side. Peter could see the tears streaming down her cheeks as she reached him.

"I'm so sorry, Peter," she said softly as she attempted to clean him up with strips of her gown.

"Kiss me, Wendy. Give me your healing power once again." Tink turned to Peter and smiled.

"Smoothe." Peter stuck his tongue out at her and watched Wendy lean closer.

"I fear my kiss will only bring you pain, Peter. It cannot heal as it once did." They watched as she leaned down and gently kissed him and he sat up and turned the kiss more urgent, more passionate. Peter silently congratulated himself as he watched the younger Peter hold Wendy tightly and continue to kiss her like there was no tomorrow. He turned back to Tink and sighed.

"Ok, what's your point?"

"I'm pretty sure the next day you told Hook you'd sacrifice yourself for her. Give your life for yours, am I right?"'

"Yeah. I'd have died for her."

"…That's love, Peter."

"Tink, I know that I love her. You don't need to tell me that, I've known that. What is the point of this journey?"

"To remind you of how strong your love once was. When you get back to Wendy and need to convince her to choose you, you are going to have to remind her of that love too."

"You think she won't choose me?"

"You ask that after seeing her choose the other one first? Only when you faced death did she choose you. Let's keep you alive and make sure she makes the right choice. I show all of this to remind you of what you have endured together."

"Trust me, I remember it all," he mumbled.

"Then I don't need to continue. Good luck, Peter."

She coated him in dust again and he attempted to wave it all away. When it cleared, he glanced around and saw that he was in a church.

"Charlotte will go on in then and we'll call you in a moment. Your father is just outside." Peter watched Wendy cross to the mirror and she caught sight of him in her reflection.

"Peter." Not saying a word, he crossed over to her and gripped her arms tightly. Alarmed, she stared at him until his lips came crashing down on hers and her eyes slammed shut as she kissed him back. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and brought her closer to him, pressing against her and making sure she felt his desire for her. She broke away gasping and shook her head.

"Peter, I can't do this. I'm getting married—"

"Wendy," he cut her off, "I'll make this quick because we're running out of time. You're my destiny. You are the only one I'm meant to be with. You're the one who holds my hidden kiss. I never wanted any of that until I met you. So I'm asking, no, begging you to choose me. Walk away from Henry and marry me. Your refusal will be the death of me. I mean that literally, I have lived it. Because our love is so powerful, I have been given another chance to set things right. Please be mine Wendy." He knelt in front of her and slipped his thimble necklace over his head. As he suspected, her ring was still dangling on the chain and he slipped it off. Wendy gasped when he held it up to her.

"I love you as I have never and will never love another. Say you'll be mine, Wendy?" He watched her nervously, biting his lip in anticipation. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled. That was all Peter needed; he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

"Come on," he whispered and Wendy smiled as he took her hand and flew her out the window. She was silent the whole way to Neverland, clinging to his hand as if she would never let go.

When they landed, Peter bolted for the hideout and sighed with relief when he saw the amethyst in the same spot he had left it. He brought Wendy around to the floor with him and he held the stone in his lap. Wendy watched him expectantly as she moved her bulky gown around her.

"I need your help," he said seriously. "I want us to return to that life I knew before. I want my family back. So that I can make you see how much I love you. Can you help me?"

"For you, Peter, anything." He brought her hand to rest on one side of the stone and his palm covered the other side.

"Wish with all your heart, that we can go back to that life. Wish with all your being that you can see your children again. Wish, Wendy. Wish with all your heart and soul." They both closed their eyes as they pressed their hands against the purple stone. Neither of them saw it glowing nor did they see a smiling mermaid appear and disappear but both of them started to feel very sleepy and they simultaneously slipped off to the side and succumbed to their dreams.