Hi everyone again! Thank you all for being so great!! I luv you all, my little mushrooms! This will be the last chapter. I'm sorry if things are a little rushed, I just wanted to get this story done! Before you all start cursing me to the high heavens, I'm debating on a trilogy, I have a good idea in mind, but I'll only write it if I have the time, and people want it. Again, thank you all for reviewing, I'm so glad that this story has touched so many of you. I think you'll be pleased on how it ends.

Chapter 22: The Ending They Deserve

The next morning, Mary knocked on Peter and Wendy's door. She knew better than to just barge on in, as she had walked in on the boys making a hand-made catapult, something that had still haunted her. But there came no answer. No whispering, no babies crying. It was complete silence.

Mary knocked again.

Again, no answer.

Mary opened the door, and her heart dropped. The bed was neatly made, the cribs empty. The drawers bare.

            "Oh no…" Mary whispered. "What have they done?"

Wendy and Peter pushed the carriage along the crowded London streets, John walking beside them, and talking.

            "…I can talk to Father Mike, see if he can do the ceremony tomorrow morning. We should stay low tonight, find a place, and just get some sleep…"

Wendy and Peter exchanged grins. It had been far too long since John was on an adventure.

            "Thank you for coming with us, John." Wendy said.

            "Well, I didn't really have a choice, did I?" He asked.

Their walk lead them to Ye Olde Inn, and they were given the last room they had. Peter opened the door with a rusty key, and was greeted by a musty smell. Wendy covered her nose. "Seems the maid hasn't done her job."

They advanced into the room, and found two small lamps on either side of a mattress that lie on the dusty, wooden floor.

            "Well… this seems… comfortable." Peter said.

Wendy and John looked at him.

John took the key, and left the room, promising to talk to Father Mike.

Wendy, Peter, and the kids had just settled down for the night when they heard an unfamiliar knocking. Wendy's eyes darted around in the distance. "Peter," She whispered.

He was snoring.

            "Peter!"

            "Waha…" He mumbled.

            "Did you hear that?"

They both listened. No sound.

            "You must have been dreaming it," Peter mumbled, and then was snoring again.

Wendy cuddled next to Peter, and then she heard it again. Someone was knocking on their door!

Wendy sat up again. "Peter,"

            "What?" He snapped.

            "Listen!"

Then they both heard it. The jiggling of the doorknob. The knocking.

Peter sat up, awake and alert. "Stay right there."

            "Peter, what are you going to do?" She whispered.

            "Wendy, don't move." He crept silently up to the door, pulled it open, and attacked. There was a shout, the sound of bodies hitting the floor, and ruffle of fabric. Wendy lit the nearest lamp, shaking.

John and Peter lay on the floor in a heap, trying to detangle themselves.

            "John," Wendy said with a low sigh.

            "I'm sorry, I seem to have lost my key. I didn't expect this ruffian to try to kill me."

Peter got to his feet and offered his hand to John. "Sorry, John."

            "At least the kids haven't waked." Wendy said, checking them over.

            "Anyway, you two love birds, I have good news. Father Mike will perform your ceremony 9 am sharp."

Wendy wished her father were walking her down the aisle instead of her brother. She wished her mother held helped her into a beautiful white gown instead of her old white formal dress. But she didn't want anyone else meeting her at the altar besides Peter. And as they said their "I do's" and kissed, becoming husband and wife, Wendy knew she mad made the right choice about running away. Her parents would understand, she was sure of it.

Peter and Wendy couldn't have been happier. They had done the unthinkable… and it had worked! Their dreams were coming true.

The next morning, they walked hand-n-hand into Wendy's house carrying the twins. Identical gold bands sat on their fingers. They were free to be together now. They were married.

            "WENDY! PETER!" Mary shouted, enveloping them both in a hug. "We were worried sick, we thought you…"

            "It's okay," Wendy said, a grin on her face.

            "What are you talking about?"

Wendy and Peter held up their hands. Identical bands sat on their fingers.

Mary clapped her hands over her mouth. "You didn't…"

            "We did," Wendy gushed, "Mum, we got married!"

            "You what?" Alice walked into the room, followed by Terence.

            "We're married, Mrs. Newman." Wendy said.

            "Wendy," Mary said, "I came in your room and found you were gone… Alice has decided to move to England, to be close to Peter. They weren't going back to America after all."

Wendy's mouth flopped open, and she exchanged looks with Peter.

            "I must have seemed wicked," Alice confessed. "I wasn't in my right mind."

            "You ruined your wedding day for nothing, Wendy!" Mary shouted.

            "It wasn't ruined," Wendy said, "I wouldn't care if I had to wear rags to marry Peter."

            "So, you're staying?" Peter asked his mother.

            "Yes," She replied, "Yes, son."

Peter found a big, goofy grin on his face.

            "We have a lot to talk about," Alice smiled as well, "Could I borrow him for awhile?"

Wendy nodded, "Sure… Mum."

Alice grinned. "Mum… sounds nice to hear again."

Peter turned to Wendy. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

            "Okay."

They kissed.

            "Come on, Romeo," Alice joked, and pulled him into the kitchen.

            "So, my daughter's married." Mary said.

Wendy nodded, "I'm happy, Mum."

            "I'm happy too, dear. Let's just hope your father doesn't faint at the news."

And they both grinned.

Over the next few days, things would seem to be put on fast-forward. Now that they were married, they could find a house, and they did, a beautiful three-story Victorian not far from their parents. They were together now, forever and always.

Peter and Wendy were happy. Not only were they happy, they glowed. They put their children down to sleep, and Wendy stared out of the nursery window of their new house. It wasn't a very big house, but it wasn't a very modest house either. It was a house big enough for Peter and Wendy and their twins, and soon, a dog. Peter walked over and fastened his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. "Come to bed, Mrs. Newman."

Wendy smiled contently, "Mrs. Newman. I like that."

A song drifted in through the open window.

            "Dance with me," Peter whispered in her ear.

And so, the two shared their first dance as husband and wife.  Their dances lead them to kissing, and their kissing lead them to their bed.

"Peter," Wendy whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Wendy."

They found comfort in each other's arms all through the night. And in the morning, the sun rose to a beautiful day, a beautiful day to complete and glorious freedom. And this is where our story ends for Peter and Wendy, but in no way was their life over. They had their children, and they had love, and they even had one of Nana's puppies. Love can bring two seemingly entirely different people together, and mesh their worlds. Love can save two people from certain death, and it had. For when Peter and Wendy met, they both came to life.

The End