Hey. So, I had made myself a promise that I wouldn't write anything else until I was finished with Be Careful What You Wish For. I had made that promise before I heard the song Brothers by Dean Brody. As I listened to the song, I instantly thought of Edmund and Peter. Thus, this is what came out of it. I hope you like it.

This is based on the song "Brothers" by Dean Brody. You don't have to listen to it while reading this, but listening to it will give you an idea. Also, it is a country song, just letting you all know.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia, or the song that this was based on.

Anger. Fear. Helplessness.

Those were some of the emotions that Edmund Pevensie felt as he looked out his bedroom window, waiting to catch a glimpse of his brother.

Much to Edmund's dislike, Peter had enlisted in the war, and, two days ago, had received a call that he was needed. Now, it wasn't the fact that Peter had enlisted, or had even gotten the call itself, that had Edmund battling with his emotions.

No, it was the fact that he couldn't go with him; all because everyone thought him too young.

Edmund bashed his hand against the wall, trying to let out some of these emotions.

If only they knew what he had accomplished! He had led armies, not just fought in them. He was always there with Peter; supporting him, offering him advice and, most importantly, protecting him. Making him see reason when he was about to do something so stupid that it would get them both killed.

But this time, this time he couldn't go with Peter. He couldn't protect him and make sure that he came home safe, to Susan and Lucy.

Edmund could feel his anger subsiding, when he caught movement from below. Pressing his head against the glass, he watched as Peter walked out of the house; Lucy, Susan and his mother following, all appeared to be crying. He gave his sisters, and mother, a kiss on the cheek, and started to walk down the drive.

Sadness reared its ugly head as Edmund watched Peter started his trek down the driveway. This was the last time that he may see his brother alive, though he refused to actually believe that, and he had been too afraid, sad and mad to talk to Peter when he came to his room last night.

Tearing out of his room, Edmund dashed down the stairs and out the front door, not even bothering to grab his jacket or shoes. He didn't want Peter to be gone before he had a chance to get them on. Dashing pass his siblings and mother, who were all shocked at his sudden appearance, he shouted to his brother.

"Peter!"

"Ed," Peter said, turning to face him.

As Edmund gazed at his brother, who had also been his father, and was his best friend, he felt his eyes start to burn. At that moment though, he didn't care. He didn't care that his mother and sisters were watching. He didn't care that everyone on the block could see. All he cared about at that moment was the person standing in front of him.

"I don't want you to do this," he whispered so that only Peter heard him. "I don't like this either. I've always been by your side."

Instead of replying, Peter looked past Edmund to where his mother and sisters stood. With his gaze, he asked Susan and Lucy for privacy. Nodding their heads, they took each of their mother's hands, and walked into the house. Narnia had done that. Narnia had allowed them to know each other so well, that sometimes words weren't really needed.

"I know you don't, Ed," Peter said, looking at his brother again. Edmund had tears in his eyes, though not spilled onto his cheeks, and the fear and worry in them was so great that Peter had to swallow tehe lump that was forming in his thraot. He had to be the rock right now, or else he would never leave. "But I have to do this. I can't just sit by and do nothing when I know that I can help in the war."

Sighing, Edmund knew that Peter was right. Peter wasn't the kind of person to just sit around and wait for something bad to happen. Usually, he went and found that bad something. Before Edmund could say anything, he suddenly found himself crushed against Peter's chest. Throwing his own arms around Peter, he hung on tight.

To the one person who, besides Susan and Lucy, he knew that he could always count on. Peter was his rock. He needed him, but he knew that that was selfish. Peter wanted to do this, and to deny him this would do more harm than good.

"Just make sure that you come back," Edmund said, pulling back to look Peter square in the eye. "We need you. I need you."

Giving him a small smile, Peter placed a gentle kiss on Edmund's head. "I know. I will come back. Brothers are supposed to protect their siblings. Now, I need you to protect Su and Lu while I'm away. Protect mother too. You'll do that for me, right, Eddie?"

"Yes," Edmund said, hastily wiping at his eyes. Peter didn't need this right now. "I'll protect them until you come back."

Giving him one last hug and smile, Peter picked up his fallen pack, and started his walk to the recruitment center.

Edmund stood there and watched his brother, father and best friend take this walk, thinking that this could be the last time they spoke. As he stood there, he felt the first tears track down his face. Turning, he walked inside, and saw Lucy and Susan standing there. Not saying anything, they walked to him, and embraced him.

And the three Pevensie children cried for their brother.

And that's it, ladies and gentlemen! Well, for now anyways. I am probably going to do this either into a two-shot or a three-shot. Most likely a three-shot. I hoped you liked it! Let me know!