Hello, ModernDayBard here, with the final installment of Fair Dust and Winter Winds. A huge 'Thank you' for all who have followed this story from the start, and a 'Merry Christmas' to one and all!

Just because it must be said: I own neither Peter Pan nor the Guardians.

When Jack and Tooth told the other guardians about Peter, Frost was pleasantly surprised by their reaction. They seemed to understand that Peter needed some space and time to sort out just what being a Guardian Spirit meant for him, though North offered to help Jack if Pan started asking questions he didn't know how to answer.

"He is not exactly a Guardian like us," The Guardian of Wonder confirmed in his thick Russian accent, "but maybe, one day, he will be. If Pitch or someone else tries to make trouble, I think he will make a great ally. Who knows? Perhaps man in the Moon will pick him sooner than we think. In the meantime…"

"Yes?" Jack asked, looking up at the burly figure he'd come to respect.

North smile at the boy, clapping him on the shoulder (Jack nearly doubled over from the impact). "In the meant time, be a good friend. But I do not think you need to be told that."

He didn't.

Peter never did tell Jack what he had seen in his memories, and the older boy knew better than to press. Except for his continued silence on the topic of his past, Pan bounced back quickly, returning more or less to his old self.

Still, the eternal child decided there was one change that he should allow.

Jack glanced around the small island with an air of awe. So this was his young friend's home. True to the words of the musical, Neverland was a small island divided up into three sections, one each for spring, autumn, and summer respectively.

"Welcome to Neverland, Wintersmith!" Peter called, striking a dramatic pose as he floated in mid-air. "Isn't it the best place ever?"

Jack floated up next to his young friend, tapping idly on his staff as he matched the mischievous grin in the bright green eyes. "I don't know," he said, grinning so that Peter knew he was teasing, "I think there's something missing."

The two boys laughed in unison and, at a nod from Peter, the Guardian of Fun thrust his staff skyward, concentrating. At first, nothing changed; then all at once a cold north wind that had never been felt in Neverland before swooped in, blowing fog, clouds, and snow.

When the almighty blast cleared at last, Neverland now had four sections—and Winter now had a permanent place on Pan's island.

Peter nodded approvingly. "So, now, whenever you want to visit, you won't have so hard a time finding it."

Jack flushed slightly. He'd hoped that Peter would forget the little disaster that had occurred the first time Pan had tried to show him Neverland. Apparently, the eternal child's memory was actually very good when it came to stories that embarrassed his friends.

Winter may have come to Neverland to stay, but Jack couldn't do the same. Peter had tried grumbling whenever Jack had to go off and see to the rest of winter, or check in on Jamie or some other child, but the Lost Boy's chief was at least grateful that Frost could do what none of the other children that came to Neverland could: he could come back.

And come back he did, quite often.

One such time, Jack, Peter, and the current group of Lost Boys were resting on the beach after a long snowball fight in the winter section of the island, when Hook and his pirates tried to ambush them. It was the first time a pirate attack had coincided with one of Jack's visits.

You could almost feel sorry for the would-be ambushers.

The Lost Boys fought with their usual enthusiasm, which was often enough to best their older opponents, but this time they had the support of the Wintersmith himself. By the end of the fight, half the beach was frozen forever, and the bruised and humiliated pirates had to make their way back to their ship as best they could, given that they were frozen inside of gigantic snowmen.

The children collapsed laughing at the fate of their foes, while Peter and Jack exchanged matching trickster's grins. Once again, Pan thought that something about the white-haired Guardian was familiar for a different reason than that Jack was simply his friend. But the tow-haired boy had long ago resigned himself to never fully understanding that mystery.

Not many people knew of the Tooth Fairy's other hobby (most of her close friends simply assumed she didn't have time for hobbies), but that was all right by her. Honestly, the prismatic fairy preferred peace and quiet when she decided to trace the genealogies of some of the children. Actually, she preferred to think of it as 'memory hopping'—she'd start with one child's memories, which would contain a clue as to where they ended up as an adult, she would then find their children's teeth, and continue the trail until she got to their youngest living descendant.

Tooth had been so busy lately, she hadn't gotten to 'memory hop' in a while. Finally, however, she got enough free time she felt she could indulge in her little game guilt-free. Remembering Jack's visit many months before, she picked up the teeth of a little tow-haired green eyes boy: James Isaac Caleb Passwelle, Peter's younger brother.

A couple generations down the line, the trail started to look familiar and Tooth paused. This happened form time to time, and it always excited her—James' path had intersected with another child's she'd once traced. But who? She couldn't remember for the life of her, so she continued on. Three generations later, it hit her—she'd once done this exact same thing for Jack's sister, and now the lines had crossed! One of Jack's great-grand-nieces or –nephews had married one of Peter's grand-nephew or –nieces. The two boys were (sort of) related!

Tooth smiled, remembering which children this line led to: a little brown-haired, brown-eyed boy, and his blonde-haired, green-eyed sister.

*Jaimie and Sophie. How perfect.*

So, there you have it: the final chapter of my first cross-over fic! Thank you all for coming on this wintery little side-trip, and I hope you all enjoyed this little Christmas treat. If you liked it, or if you saw something I can improve on for next time, don't hesitate to leave a review!