Wendy quickly dressed herself and ran back to where she and Peter had left the Lost Boys sleeping. When she got there everyone was gone. She called out every single one of their names, but they were no where to be seen. The paper Peter had left was still in her hand, she opened it and reread it, hoping to find some clue. She did. No matter what the news might say... Nothing made sense to her right now, but she knew she had to go back to Neverland. She ran back through the forest, dodging trees and bushes and tripping over roots, she ran as fast as she could. Wendy didn't dare to stop even for a second, she wouldn't even allow herself to breath, she just ran mechanically.

Finally, a break formed in the trees ahead, and rushed head on and reached the end. The sun was high in the sky and it blinded her for a second. After she blinked for a while, she could see again. Nothing changed. Everything was the same. Gasping for air, she took off running again. Uneasiness crept into her gut, clenching and keeping her from being calm. She screamed at every sound, and even when she stopped running, she couldn't stop trembling. The adrenaline rush was so intense, her nerves were completely shot. Still, she continued to run and search. She ran past an electronics store, in the display window there were numerous televisions, every one a different size and style. They were all on to one channel.

"Lost Boys gang leader in custody!"

Wendy stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that. Slowly, she turned to face the TVs. A picture of Peter's face appeared on the screen, and Wendy was glued to it like a fly.

"Or not?" Continued the reporter. "The last time anyone saw the gang leader he looked exactly like the photo you see now, however, when he turned himself in this morning, along with the entire Lost Boys gang, he looked extremely different."

Wendy's memory flashed back to the note, it was still clenched in her hand. I don't want you to see me like this...

"Here is a photograph of the 'alleged' Lost Boys gang leader. Please, do not be shocked." Another photo appeared on screen. It was Peter, Wendy could see that, but he was at least ten years younger. Wendy gasped, the paper fell from her hand, and tears flowed from her eyes. He had a childish, mocking grin, his eyes gleamed and his scar was gone. Peter had a small rounded face, with full cheeks and lips, his hair was shorter and brighter than the sun. Wendy almost laughed, he was so adorable.

"What will happen to the 'alleged' gang leader, is still unknown."

Just then, the store owner came outside and yelled at Wendy, "No buy, no watch!"

Not wanting to cause a scene, Wendy walked away. She felt so incredibly drained after running for so long, so she walked the rest of the way to the Police Station. Wendy was completely lifeless as she walked. She bumped into people on the sidewalk, but she didn't even notice or seen to care. She crossed the street when the DO NOT CROSS signal light was on. She almost got run over five times, but she made it alive to the Police Station. It took her a long time, and by the time she walked up the stairs the sun was beginning to set. Wendy walked into the office and straight up toward the front desk.

"How may I help you, hon'?" The officer asked, she had long red hair pulled back into a sloppy pony tail.

Wendy mumbled, "I want to see Peter."

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you, dear."

Again, louder, Wendy replied, "I want to see Peter."

The officer looked shocked. "I'm sorry, he's not allowed to have visitors."

Wendy sighed, "Then let me see my brothers. Are they here? John and Michael Darling?"

The officer looked at her computer, pressed a few buttons, typed in their names, and replied, "Yes, they're here. I'll take you to them." She came out from behind the desk. "Right this way." She led Wendy out of the front room and through a hallway, then into a back room, through another hallway and finally to the holding cells. "You have thirty minutes. Call if you need me."

Wendy thanked her and rushed to her brothers. They had obviously been crying, and began to again when they saw their sister come toward them. "We thought you'd never come for us!" Michael sobbed.

"Oh, of course you'd think up something so incredibly dramatic!" Wendy reached through the bars and hugged her brothers. "How are you guys doing?"

"We're going to be sent to an orphanage tomorrow. Well, at least that was going to happen. Now that you're here, we can just go back with you!" John explained.

Wendy smiled, "Of course, though I have no money and no house."

"We'll figure it out." John said.

Michael nodded vigorously and Wendy laughed. "Where's Peter?" She asked.

John pointed toward a door to the left, "No one's allowed to visit him though."

Wendy mused as she stood up slowly and stealthily made her way across the room to the door. Luckily, it was unlocked. She turned the handle and crept inside. It was basically the same thing as the room before, only this was where solitary confinement was. Wendy bit her lip and peered through the peep holes in search of Peter. She was fat men, skinny men, men in straight jackets, and finally Peter.

"Peter!" Wendy squealed.

His head shot up and a wide smile spread across his face. "Wendy lady!"


His smile faded. "Oh, right you probably don't recognize me anymore."

"So, it is true. You have changed." Wendy gasped.

"Yup. This is how I looked when I ran away from home." Peter chuckled, "I guess I went back to the way I was before. So, I guess I should be happy." Peter looked down. He traced circles on the cement floor with his small fingers.

"Why are you crying?" Wendy asked.

Peter stood up and wiped his eyes. "I'm not crying!"

"How old are you, Peter?"

"Quite young, I guess." He shrugged.

"You don't know?"

He raised an eyebrow, "It's been a long time."

Wendy laughed, then stopped as she heard the officer come into the other room and call for her. "Oh no." Wendy gasped. "I have to go." She turned to leave.

Peter lunged toward his cell door and pressed against it. "Wendy!" He was frantic, "I don't know why, but I feel sad."

Wendy smiled softly, "Peter, how do you feel?"

"Feel?" He asked.

"Anger? Happiness? Sadness?" She hesitated, "Love?"

"Love?" Peter thought for a moment. "What is 'love'?"

At that moment, Wendy literally felt her heard break in two. She held up her head, and held back her tears. "You'll find out when you're older."

"Oh, okay. Do I have to fall in love?" He asked.

"No, you don't."

"Well, if I have to, can I fall in love with you?"

"Sure, why not." Wendy forced a smile.

He grinned a wide toothy grin, "Do you promise?"

Wendy turned her back as her composure began to break. A tear escaped her hold, and she forced herself to say the words, "I promise."


I like this ending...it's sweet and sad and very open. I don't know how else to describe it. I know, some people might be mad at me for such an open ending, but I like it! ^_^ It's also sorta dreamy in a way. Anyhow, I'd like to thank my wonderful fans who have helped me through this, and favorited and reviewed. I'd still like some more reviews though. (LOL)