Finn read the letter for the thirteenth time over John's shoulder.

"We could go get her." John exclaimed.

Finn replied brokenly, "Pan changed where the portal opens.... I've already tried that..."

The room of men uttered a collective sigh.

"Besides... I really think she did want to go with him." Finn admitted.

"I knew it." Micheal replied.

"What?" John exclaimed.

Michael shrugged, "Wasn't it obvious? She fell in love with him."

John raked a hand through his hair, and nervously adjusted his glasses. "I just hope she knows what she's doing."

"She does..." Doc replied, gazing off through the window and into the forest.

~-~

~Years later~

A tiny brunette baby boy, lay crying in his crib.

A set of white curtains caught flight as the balcony doors opened, and a tall shadow crept in through the window.

"Hello little darling~" Pan cooed, his long fingers reaching into the cradle and robbing it of its cargo.

The child looked up at him with interest, as Peter drew the child close to his chest.

A figure in the doorway cleared her throat, "You know this is where all the stories about the Fae stealing children must originate."

"Wendy!" Peter exclaimed, taking a surprised step backwards towards the window.

Wendy resisted the urge to snatch her baby away from the unwelcome visitor, "Hello Peter, what are you doing with my child?"

"He's so beautiful." Peter sighed, as the child nuzzled closer to him.

"He takes after his father." Wendy replied.

Peter smirked.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Wendy asked, taking careful, calm steps towards the Fae.

"Am I not allowed to come see my lovely wife and child?~"

"Not when you're supposed to be reviewing paperwork..." She sighed.

Peter groaned. "But I heard him crying!"

"I thought we had resolved to toughen him up a bit? Let him cry."

"But you have no Idea how this feels! It's like my heart is being pulled out of my chest!"

She walked over to him and put Regan back into his crib.

"You're stalling my love." She replied patiently.

Peter got a wicked look in his eye and pulled Wendy close to him, pressing his lips to hers in a very distracting way.

He pulled back after a moment, raising an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"Paperwork." She replied firmly, keeping her face neutral.

Peter sighed and walked over to the balcony.

"Peter?"

"Hmm?"

"I'll wait up for you." Wendy smiled softly.

He grinned and flew out the window.

She walked over to their sleeping child, and gently traced his hairline with her fingertip.

What a blessing, a combination of her and Peter. She only hoped he took after her as much in personality as he did in looks.

                                                                                   ~The End~