Enjoy the ending in Peter's POV. Let me know if you like it! I'm not sure about guys or his POVs.

Peter's POV

Epilogue: Ten years later…

I was looking over the worn map on the wooden table in the corner of the cave. It was a map of the island that told me where everyone was, not that I needed it visualized. I already knew where they all were as the boy's steps were placed on a map in my head.

I watched the discolored piece of paper, small dots moving around the lines in a pattern I could predict. The boys were out playing a large game of capture the flag so the dots were grouped together creating a plan of attack. Felix asked me if I wanted to join but I declined. The way the air moved tonight was not something I desired. Maybe it was all in my head but tonight was the night Wendy left ten years ago so it could possibly be my own yearly depression setting in. Somehow it was different, though. I would have stopped the boys from playing but then I would have had to listen to their groans about being captive in our small living area. I told Felix to just be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary and react as he should.

I looked up to the wall as I heard a faint chanting of some of the boys as the game began. It was the only noise in the silence. Looking down at the map, I saw a group of the dots charge on towards another through the drawings of triangles that represented trees on the paper. I moved my eyes towards my own dot. It was alone and still as I truly was, like I had been so often lately.

I rolled up the map and placed it back on the shelf where I kept my other trinkets. I ignored the pain of guilt that plague my stomach when I saw the dried rose that I had given Wendy. I touched the hardened stem, the thorns scratching my skin as I rotated it. Ten years to get over her and yet I still am affected by her. I brushed my fingers against the dried petals that had turned to a dark purple from age. She was gone. Really gone now. I wrapped my hand around the petals and tightened my grip until I felt the delicate, paper thin color crunch beneath my grip. I had to let her go.

I opened my hand, the broken flower in delicate pieces and I let them fall to the floor. I took a breath, opening my mouth to say something to myself when another voice placed words in my mouth.

"You're a monster."

I closed my eyes, my mind was playing cruel tricks on me now. Maybe I shouldn't have destroyed the flower. It was my only thing left of her and now I would have her voice in my head for the rest of my miserable life telling me I was a monster.

I crouched down and picked up the pieces.

"You can't fix it." Her voice was louder. "You ruined it."

"I know I did!" I gritted back loudly.

The voice laughed playfully. "Don't get mad."

I breathed out roughly and stood up again. Maybe I just needed to take a nap to sleep off this day. I turned and froze with the flower in my hand.

Wendy, my Wendy, stood leaning against the opening of the cave. She didn't look like she aged at all, maybe a year or two but that was all. Her hair still hung past her shoulders in dark brown waves onto a black cargo jacket that barely hid the fuller curves of her bust and hips that were masked by a gray shirt. She was wearing dark jeans that she had placed into new boots.

She was biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling and her eyes were glowing in the darkening sky. Her skin radiated with something that I hadn't seen in a long time, happiness.

She was beautiful.

"If you don't plan on staying, please just go." I didn't want to say it, but I couldn't allow myself time with her if she would just leave.

She released her bottom lip and her mouth turned into a frown that I wanted to make go away. I didn't want the last image of her to be one of sadness. "Okay." She nodded and stepped away from the wall.

I watched her give me a small departing smile and begin walking out to the clearing.

I would hate myself later but now, I had to talk to her. "Wait!"

She turned back to me with a new smug smile and walked slowly towards me. "How are you, Peter?"

"You tell me, Gwendolyn." Her nose scrunched together at her name and I almost rolled my eyes at her. "I send the love of my incredibly long life away without her memories for her to show back up exactly ten years later for what?"

She shrugged and raised her eyebrow into a perfect arch. It was a trait she picked up from me but mastered herself. "Things happen, Peter."

"Wendy, I don't want to play this game." I said harshly. I wanted to know why she was here and I had to get that answer before she danced right out of my life again.

Her face turned serious as she stepped in front of me. "So don't."

I looked down at her, wishing she hadn't picked up on so much of my personality. Our roles were reversed now. She was me and I was her. Puppet Master and innocent game piece. "Fine."

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled up at me. She lifted her palm to my cheek and I moved my face to kiss her hand. "Why don't we sit?"

We walked, her arm wrapped around mine, to where the fire was burning brightly in the center of the clearing. When we reached the bench, she released me to my dismay and sat a few feet away.

"Okay?"

She rolled her eyes. "So, ten years ago, you sent me to Storybrooke and your shadow to erase my memories, which both happened." I nodded. "I didn't remember anything from the island besides my name and that I needed to find my brothers." I stayed quiet so she would continue. "Everyone there asked me what happened in Neverland? 'What happened to Peter?'" She shrugged. "I didn't know what they were talking about. I had no relocation of even leaving Storybrooke. I told them I needed to go to London and Hook came with me."

I gritted my teeth at the name. They met maybe twice when she was here and they were great friends in that other land?

"It took a few months, almost a year when we finally stumbled across them at a pub that Hook wanted to go to." Out of my peripheral vision, I saw her shake her head in disbelief. "What luck!"

"So you found them?" I looked at her and she was watching me and nodded.

"Yeah, I spent six years with them."

"Did they age?"

She gave me a sad smile. "Yeah. John was twenty and Michael was sixteen." I could tell that this pained her to say. She was the older sister. She missed them growing up. "They're twenty nine and twenty five now."

"And you didn't age any."

She shook her head again. "No, and I didn't know why until I saw them. They explained everything about our history and this place and their twenty five years here. Everything I went to came flooding back to me. Their history was the missing piece of the puzzle."

I took a deep breath. "Sometimes love does that. Fills in all the blanks."

Her smile turned playful again and she pushed my shoulder. "How would you know?"

I gave her a smile in return and caught her hand. "I guess I just know." I kissed the back of her hand and she blushed, making me smile more.

"You still aged, though." I raised my eyebrows to follow the smug look that overtook my mouth. I let my eyes skim her body next to me.

When they reached her face, she was blushing harder. "Yeah, look from a distance."

I took that as a challenge. "I could look closer?" I pulled her hand and she slid down the bench to sit next to me. Her breathing slowed and her pulse quickened as did mine. I could feel her breath against my cheek and her the warmth of her skin on top of mine.

I wanted her, all of her, but she laughed and pushed me to an arms distance. "Peter."

I sighed and let her hand go and she placed it in her lap. She continued with her story, "I aged to nineteen, almost twenty when I stopped. The last ten years I have stayed like this except for my hair growing."

I squinted at her and touched her smooth forehead. "And that wrinkle there."

She swatted at my hand. "I hate when you're like this."

I licked my lips unconsciously. I wasn't sure what she meant. "Like what?"

"Nice and funny, charming." She pushed back my hair and I shivered. My skin seared where her fingers made contact. "You're such a boy."

"Says a woman…" I let a smirk creep onto my face.

She nodded playing along. "I'm your elder now so watch it, boy."

"I could go for a mature woman."

Her face lit up as she laughed. It was contagious and I smiled brighter. My cheeks would hurt from smiling so much with her. Doubt hovered over my head of this time. She would leave, I knew it. This was just a stop along her journey. I stopped my laugh with a cough.

"What is it?" She asked suddenly, quieting her laughter into a serious tone.

"What are you doing here?"

"Way to change the tone."

"Wendy, tell me." I didn't let my eyes leave hers even when she looked down to her hands.

She took a deep breath. "I came to see how you were. I missed you."

That answered nothing besides how I was feeling about her. "And?"

"You're okay." She pulled at my shirt and raised her eyebrows. "Not dying from my departure."

I exhaled. I didn't know the island would survive without her. I believed just as much as she that she was the key and she was. The island thrived when she was here and when she left. She jolted energy back into it. For me, however, she just cut the wound deeper.

"Have you seen my shadow?" She changed the subject.

I shook my head. "No."

"Dirty dreams about me?"

It was my turn to blush and look away from her. I hadn't dreamt of her in years…a year…a month… It didn't matter. "No."

"Liar." She smiled again. "Not with my shadow but with you've dreamt of me." She teased. "She actually came to me in a dream when I was in London. She said that she had to stay here and that without me again, she would fade back into the island."

"She must have because I haven't seen her." Her shadow seemed to be something that came and left without anyone noticing. We hadn't had trouble with a shadow so I knew she was gone.

She looked up into the sky. "I won't die, will I?"

I shook my head. "Not from that."

We sat in silence, just watching the stars. I couldn't concentrate on anything but her next to me. This is where I wanted to be. Her and I. She spoke suddenly, "I told my brothers I would visit them."

I looked at her. I would have assumed she would visit them. She didn't find them for nothing. "Okay."

"And Storybrooke." She added pointing to the sky. I think she thought that that was where that realm was. She was fairly far off. I wouldn't tell her that though.

"Okay?" I didn't like her telling me all the places she wanted to visit when she left. It was just telling me she was going places I wouldn't be.

"Well?"

"Well?" I repeated, watching her still watch the sky.

"I wanted you to know so you wouldn't be surprised when I want to go." She turned to look at me before standing and walking away from the fire and me.

I stood up and followed her until she stopped near the tree line. When she looked at me again, I gave her a quick frown. "Why would I want to know?"

"So you don't look for me?"

I looked at her confused at where she was going with this. "I haven't yet." That wasn't a total lie. I did look for her to make sure she was still alive. I found her every time too. She didn't need to know that.

She rolled her eyes, catching my lie easily. "I would think you'd be pretty mad if you woke up and I wasn't there."

I froze, staring at her. "You haven't been there."

"What about in a year? Twenty? Seventy?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't think you plan to make me leave again, do you?"

I searched her face for conformation of what she was saying. "You're staying?"

She released her arms and nodded. "I want to if that's okay."

My heart stopped.

She wanted to stay with me.

I closed the distance between us quickly and crushed my lips to hers. She smiled against them and I wrapped my arms around her back. Her hand snaked into my hair, pulling me down to her and I didn't want to let her go.

She sighed against my mouth and I moved my lips to her cheek. "What would you have done if I hadn't stopped you?" She had this plan to stay since she stepped on the island but was going to turn to leave anyway?

She pulled back and kept the smile on her face. "I guess walk around and look for Felix?" She held her hands up in confusion. "You didn't get rid of him. You love him too much."

I leaned into her, moving my hand to her neck to pull her to me again. I covered her lips with mine. "I love you." I murmured against them.

"I love you." She said back to me, kissing me back.

"You're never leaving again." I said in between breaths.

"Maybe." She smiled.

I shook my head. "Never especially with your track record."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me close to her and she kissed my cheek. "Never."

She would stay with me forever, both of us staying lost in each other.

Lost forever.

I wanted to thank each and every one of you who followed, read, reviewed, and favorited this story. It was really amazing to get such wonderful and supportive feedback from you all and without you I probably wouldn't have bothered to see the story out until the end. I appreciate it so much and look forward to writing more fics in the future thanks to how wonderful you all are.

If you can't get enough of Darling Pan, I did start my new fic, Being Lost, a prologue to this story about Wendy going to Neverland the first time with her brothers.

I really hope you loved this story and will continue to love it even if it's over. As much as I didn't want to end it, I think it's time.

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