Hey guys! So it's been two months and after a lot of thought, I've decided this is going to be the last chapter. I don't want to keep making more chapters and thereby making it boring; it's better if I just leave it on a high-note, yeah? So enjoy!

Thanks to all the wonderful people who have reviewed and alerted this story etc. Without you all, I wouldn't have made this story what it is today. A special thanks to TJ Jordan, who says this story is his favourite of all the ones I've written for Peter Pan- this chapter is for you, buddy!

Chapter Ten: Love

Love: The most spectacular, indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone or something.

Wendy's POV

"Peter."

I tentatively let go of the doorframe and scrambled over to my bed, where I collapsed on the soft woollen covers.

Peter watched me, not moving or speaking. Just watched me. The tension in the room clouded my focus and I had no clue of what to do or what to say.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed out, glazing my eyes over his face and I watched as he frowned slightly.

He took a step forward towards me and I flinched. Please, don't come any closer. If you do, my resolve will wear extremely fast.

"I've come to take you back." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I shook my head profusely.

"No. I'm staying here, Peter. It's better, for both of us."

He rolled his eyes, like he was bored of hearing that line.

"Did you not listen to a word your mother just said to you?"

I gasped, my eyes locking onto his.

"You heard?"

He glared at me. "Every word."

I groaned, throwing my hands to my face. "You weren't meant to."

He gave a growl of frustration and was at my side in an instant. He slowly took my hands from my face so I had no choice but to look up at him.

"Why not, Wendy? I don't understand why you can't just let us be together. We have fun, don't we? You enjoy being a mother to the lost boys, don't you?"

I suddenly stood up so I could try and match his height; it didn't work as he was still a few inches taller than me.

"It's not enough, Peter! You only think you like having me there. The fact of the matter is, you'll get bored of me someday and then you'll want me to leave. And I can't do it! I couldn't bear if you just cast me out! I love you so completely and you wouldn't even-"

Immediately I was silenced by Peter's lips crashing down onto mine. This thimble wasn't like the one I had given him before we left. This thimble was full of unspoken words, exhilarated emotions and that dire need to just be with me and I with him. I relented and gave everything I had into that kiss, my entire being and all my love. All the love I felt for him.

Moments later, he drew away and studied me. I felt myself flush under his attentive gaze.

"Wendy, why can't you see something that clearly everyone else does?"

I tilted my head in confusion and he chuckled lightly.

"I can't be without you anymore."

I froze, those words throwing me completely but Peter shook me slightly to gain my attention.

"Just listen!" He took a deep breath, like he was about to admit to something if he should of a long time ago. "Long ago, before you came to Neverland, I was happy. I didn't need anyone but my friends. Then you came along and changed all of that. You changed me, Wendy. You made me feel things I never had before. At first, I rebelled against that; the thought of a girl changing me so drastically, scared me. And when you admitted you loved me, I was petrified because I knew sooner or later, I would have to come to terms with my emotions. So I thought the earlier I got you off the island, the better. But when you were captured and you sided with Hook, I knew. I knew I loved you because I couldn't bear you being with him. And when you got hurt because I didn't admit to you or myself that I loved you…" He drew a ragged breath and placed his head on my shoulder, his hands tightening at my sides, "I swore never again to let you go a single day without telling you how I feel."

Then suddenly he was away from me, walking around the room, hands in the air in exasperation. "But then, you being the complete fool that you are, had to go and make a decision for the both of us and just leave! That, my dear, was not your decision! But oh no, you just had to make yourself believe that at some point I would just fall out of love with you and banish you from Neverland! And you call me irresponsible?" He raised his eyebrows at me derisively and I flushed again, feeling very imprudent and embarrassed.

He came towards me again and placed his hands on my shoulders, bending down so we were at eye-level.

"So I came here to tell you Wendy," He spoke calmly and ever-so softly, "that when you left, I had never felt so alone. So confused and annoyed."

He brought his face centimetres from mine. "I don't work without you, Wendy. I don't function anymore. Without you, life isn't what it should be. I never thought I would have to rely on someone but you are an extension of me. I can't be without you because I love you so completely."

And that had me. Seconds later, the tears were spilling out of my eyes and I was sobbing uncontrollably. Peter simply held me in his arms, murmuring softly and stroking my hair as I clung to him desperately.

"You don't know how long I have waited to hear you say those words, Peter." I sobbed and he said nothing but kissed my forehead before drawing away slowly from me.

"You don't have to worry about not hearing them anymore. Because I will say those exact words to you, every day for the rest of my life."

Then his face split into a huge grin and he gave a whistle. I looked up and gasped as floating by the open window was none other than my brothers and Lucy.

"How-?" I began but Lucy cut across me.

"Peter came to us before and told us of his plan." She smiled tenderly at me. "See? I told you! But do you listen?" She made a slight tsking noise and I laughed, sticking my tongue out at her.

Peter was standing beside the window now, his hand extended.

"Come on, Wendy. Let's go home."

I smiled and bounded towards him. "Yes." I beamed up at his face. "Let's go home."

As we sailed through the air, Neverland getting closer and closer, Peter turned to me.

"I love you."

He was looking at me like I had wished for so many times and I smiled fondly back at him.

"And I love you, Peter."

After a heartfelt reunion with the lost boys, I was sitting by the fire, reading with Lucy when Peter called to us that he, my brothers and the lost boys were going out to see the Indians. As he was leaving however, I noticed Lucy smirking at me, her eyes shifting to and fro between Peter and I.

"What's wrong?" I asked, suspiciously, my eyes narrowing on her. She was up to something.

"Oh, you'll soon see." She muttered mysteriously and then simply turned back to her book.

"Wendy?"

My head snapped up as Peter called my name.

"Yes?"

He turned to grin at me as he walked out the door. "I left something for you on the table." And with that he was gone.

Confused and curious, I stood up and crossed the room, Lucy closely behind me, a look of unholy delight on her face. Sitting on the table was a small box, made out of wood and leaves.

"Go on then, open it." She said, clapping her hands in glee. Frowning at her slightly, I lifted the latch slowly and when I saw what was inside, I screamed bloody murder.

"HE WANTS TO GET MARRIED?!"

Hehe so that's it! It leaves an opening for a sequel, don't you think? I had to end it in a funny way, I just had to! If there is a sequel, it will be after I finish my other to Peter Pan fics! Tell me if you think it's a good idea and your overall thought on the story. Thanks guys, it's been a pleasure! LucyMoon1992 x