SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1Hello all you people! I haven't been able to go on the Internet for a while, (parent issues) But I'm back, and have the last chapter! Yeah! Sorry, I can't go into details, but YOU ALL ROCK!!!!!! I've loved this story from the start, and now that it's judt about over, I'm wondering what I should do. This has gotten more reviews than all of my other ones put together!

Anyways, onto the story!

Peter smiled down at the sleeping girl. Tonight was the night. Beside him was Jingle, who sprinted from one side of the window to the other, trying to open the window. Peter watches sadly, knowing that only Wendy could open the window.

Wendy, ready yourself; here comes Peter Pan.

"Ready yourself Peter Pan, for I am Red-handed Jill!" Wendy yelled, grabbing a sword.

Wendy awoke with a start. She'd just had a nightmare involving her trying to kill the voice. She had a sword, waving it around expertly. She'd never ever touched a sword!

She looked over at the drawer where now the letters and the dagger were. She'd held the dagger, which seemed to familiarize itself with her fingers. The shadow was zooming about in her room, though not as recklessly as it should have. It seemed impatient.

She glanced toward the window, just in time to see a dark figure fly passed, along with some sort of fire fly. There was the letter.

She hoped for the best and unbarred the window. The shadow was watching eagerly. With a little click, the window flew open, almost by magic. The letter was delicately set against the outside of the window. She grabbed it, and immediately wanted to know what it said. The ending . . .

Would you look me in the eye?

Could you look me in the eye?

I've had all that I can take.

I am not about to break.

Cause I'm happy now.

Are you happy now?

She looked up, and found the dark figure standing in her window. With the fact he had no shadow and that the shadow ran away, it was clear he was the voice. He was wearing the same clothing as before, and stood just like when he first met him.

But it was still dark and a million thoughts were running through Wendy's mind all at once. She stepped back, clutching the paper.

"Who are you? How can you do these things?" She asked bravely.

"I am Peter Pan," He said in his manly voice.

Then, he dropped his arms and walked forward, "Wendy, it's me!" He whispered.

"Peter? The one from the stories?" Wendy asked defiantly.

He stood right in front of her, sadness seeped into his eyes, "Don't you remember? After all I've done, you still can't remember?"

Wendy stepped back again, scared. "Remember what?"

Peter sighed, and he looked about to cry. He nodded towards the window, and then took an acorn off his outfit.

"I should give you... a kiss," He said.

Suddenly, in Wendy's mind, the wall was unlocked. All of her memories flooded back, every single moment.

Wide eyed, Wendy leaped at Peter and hugged him, "Oh Peter!"

A wave of relief flooded Peter. She remembered! She still remembered him; Peter Pan.

"Peter? This was all you? What? I don't understand? Why didn't you tell me before? And the letters..." She glanced at the paper she was still holding.

"I... I saw Hook's prophecy come true and... I was so afraid, Wendy. Hurt. You'd forgotten me," Peter was quiet after saying this, staring at the window where his nightmare had come true.

"Peter, I wanted! I wanted so long... but 2 years... you were gone... everyone else forgot and... I started doubting it myself... that we never really flew off at all..." Wendy stopped and looked down.

The floor was about two inches below her feet.

"Peter! I can fly again!" She hugged him again, this time not letting go.

Peter hugged her back, smelling her sweet scent. "I missed you, Wendy. I really did try to come back, but I was angry. At myself, everyone. Then Tink died... I don't want to never grow up, it that means I have to live without you."

Wendy stepped back, "Peter, really? But before..."

"Before I was stupid. I didn't know anything. I didn't know what love was. But now I do. Wendy... I love you," Peter's voice was strong, determined, but also clothed in sorrow.

"Peter," Wendy said gently, "I... should like to give you a thimble."

Peter perked up at the sound of this. Cautiously, they moved towards each other, as if Tink was still going to attack them. But, their lips met, and the entire room lit up. (Jingle's doing)

Their lips parted and, and Wendy smiled, "I love you, too."

epilogue?

~Miaa