A/N: Hey, I'm alive! I hope you guys like this, I did it during computer class. Make sure to review.

Song: Start Again by Red

Pairing: None

Characters: Edmund, Peter, Susan. Mentions of Lucy.

And I remember everything,
Everything I loved, I gave it away like it wasn't enough

Peter. Susan. Lucy. Comfort. Family. Love. Three faces etched behind his eyelids, but they weren't his siblings. They couldn't be. The face that resembled Peter wasn't brave looking anymore; he looked scared, almost guilty. That wasn't Peter.

The raven-haired beauty, the one he assumed was Susan, wasn't strict looking, and didn't carry that shadow of disappointment around her; she was worried, fear etched in her features. That wasn't Susan.

The last face, Lucy, wasn't carefree or spirited looking anymore. She looked confused, so confused, and hurt. That wasn't Lucy.

They weren't his siblings, but they were the faces of them, and he had given them all away. Like they weren't good enough for him.

All the words I said and all you forgive
How could I hurt you again?

He remembers everything he said to them. How can he forget? How can he erase the image of their hurt eyes from his mind?

"You know what little children are like these days, they just don't when to stop pretending." Lucy…

"Whatever, Susan. You think you're mother's favorite, don't you? Think you're so perfect, don't ya!? You're not! You're just as rotten as the rest of them!" Susan…

"You think you're Dad, but you're not!" Peter…

They forgave them all those times, and what had he done to repay them, to thank them?

Betrayed them.

What if I let you in?
What if I make it right?

He shivered in the cold, fanning his fingers over his arm and rubbing gently. It did nothing to warm him, and he shivered in the ice cell. He wished Peter was here.

No, he didn't. He would never want this happen to Peter. Peter was too good for this. He promised himself at that moment that he would never let harm come to Peter, and Susan, he would always listen to her. He would let Lucy hug him, would hold her small hand in his larger one.

He would let down the barrier he had made for himself; he would trust again, he would make this right.

What if I give it up?
What if I want to try?

He had wanted to be king. He had wanted to be the Winter Prince of Narnia, heir to the Ice Throne. He had.He no longer dreamed of crowns made of ice, or magical wands in his right hand. He dreamed of suffering, of pain. He didn't want that dream anymore. He gave up all his old wishes. He was going to fix all the damage.

What if you take a chance?
What if I learn to love?

Of all of his siblings, he was the most shut out, the one that struggled with loving the most. It wasn't easy for him to let someone in so quickly. He pushed people away until they no longer desired his company. It was easier that way. No love no hurt. It wasn't right. Love wasn't pain, loneliness was.

He knew he was asking a lot out of them by asking for a second chance. He didn't deserve a second chance, but he needed it.

What if, what if we start again?

He was forced to his feet, chains clinking as he moved forward. He didn't fight them, what was the point? He stumbled forward, falling to his knees just to be forced to his feet again. He knew horror, he had seen plenty of horror films at the cinema back home, but nothing could prepare him for this.

The stone face of Mr. Tumnus stared blankly at him, emotionless…and it was his fault. That alone made his blood run cold and his hair stand on end. His fault.

All this time
I can make it right
With one more try

They forced him to sit down and he said nothing, just glared at the witch. He didn't understand what he had seen now. She wasn't beautiful, not like he had thought she was. She glared back at him and he trembled, looking away. The dwarf reached forward and smacked him across the cheek.

"Your brother's as good as dead, 'prince'." The shorter man whispered harshly.

He bit back his tears and trembled. The Witch just laughed, facing forward and ignoring him.

Can we start again?

He saw only one face now. The face was cold, impassive, unforgiving, and bitter. It was him, the Edmund that had betrayed his own family. He cried out, earning a bruise on his temple from the Witch's hand. He didn't cry anymore, he couldn't. He stared forward, feeling the image change in his mind.

In my eyes,
You can see it now,
Can we start again, can we start again?!?

It was of a Lion. A lion so great, that his mane alone seemed to shine brighter than the sun. The love in his eyes was incomprehensible. He longed to touch the lion, the lion named Aslan. The lion called to him, gave him hope.

He bowed his head and prayed. Prayed that he would have another chance to see his siblings, even if it was only for a second. He just needed a minute. A minute to show them he was different, so that he wouldn't die the same Edmund he had been.

Emptiness inside me, wonder if you see
It's my mistake and it's hurting me

When he saw the fox that had helped his family, he had to fight back the feeling of rushing forward and kissing the fox's face and thanking him. When the Witch threatened to kill him, he ran forward. He tried to save the dear fox, but his attempt was a waste. The last look the fox gave him was disappointment.

He was getting use to that look. He bowed his head. Every beat of his heart started to hurt, every pulse felt like fire.

It was just another second living as a traitor, as a failure.

I know where we've been
How did we get so far?
What if, what if we start again?

He never thought that his betrayal would take him so far, that the current would drag him under so much. The ice that had long frozen over his heart had melted, but his eyes still saw stone. He pulled away from the dwarf, crying out his brother's name.

Then he heard the Narnians approach.

I'm lost inside the pain I feel without you,

They were going to take him to Peter. He was going to see his brother again. He was sobbing when they arrived at the camp, crying the tears of a traitor. A sorrow, regretful traitor.

The Lion was there. He kissed his tears and nuzzled his face. "I love you, Edmund. You have been forgiven."

Edmund broke down, falling to his knees in front of the Lion. "Oh Aslan, I'm a traitor."

"I know, Son." A giant paw was placed on Edmund's shoulder. "You're sins have been forgiven."

"Peter." He whispered brokenly.

"Your brother will forgive you, they all will. They love you."

He heard his sister's voice and turned to look at her. He cried when he saw three faces staring up at him from below.

"Go to them."

Lucy and Susan hugged him, Peter did not.

I can't stop holding on, I need you with me!!!
I'm trapped inside the pain

He went to battle with Peter after Aslan's death. He listened and obey, fought and saved.

"Edmund! There's too many of them! Get the girls and get them home!" Peter's last command.

Edmund, with the promise he had made so long ago, drew his sword and turned to the Witch. His sword pierced her wand and in return, her wand pierced his heart. He crumpled to the ground. Yet somehow, he did not die. He held on.

The last word he ever spoke was, "Peter".

Can we never love again?
I'm lost without you!!!

Would he ever get to hug his sisters again? Would he ever get to say 'I'm sorry' to Peter?

The blanket of darkness covered him, and with a shaky breath, and sweet liquid of red juice down his throat, he breathed his last breath.

One more try,
Can we start again?

The next thing he felt was Peter's arms around him and his breath on his neck. He thanked Aslan, thanked him for giving him the second chance. He could prove himself now.

In my eyes, can you forgive me now?
(Can we start again?)
Can we start again (one more try?)

"There you are."

Edmund turned to look at his brother through the curl of his bangs. He gave a half smirk, raising his glass towards his brother and bowing his head. "Here I am, my King."

"Do not bow to me, Ed. I am your brother."

"And a king. A worthy one." He smirked.

Peter frowned, reaching forward and twisting his finger in Edmund's hair. "What's wrong?"

Edmund stopped for a minute, biting his lip. "Do you forgive me?"

Peter stopped, frowning. "Edmund…"

Can we start again?

Peter never truly said it that night and Edmund never asked again. He understood that Peter could not let go, and he no longer fought it. It wasn't until one night, when he awoke with Peter by his bed side, that he realized Peter had been suffering all along.

"I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you." Peter cried into his ear over and over again. A broken record of forgiveness.

In Peter's dreams, Edmund died again and again in an attempt to redeem himself. Peter wouldn't have that.

"For as long as you live, I will always forgive you." Edmund fell asleep to those words being whispered to him.

Can we start again (can you forgive me?)

"Edmund…can you forgive me? I've been a git. I'm so sorry. I've done harm to you."

Edmund turned away from the window of their house, taking in the sight of his brother standing by the doorway. His blonde hair swept in front of his regretful eyes. So much like himself, he thought.

"For as long as you live, I will always forgive you." He whispered, "And you were a git, not a traitor. I deserved every word you spoke." He watched his brother crumble in front of him, crying his name in thankful sobs.

Can we start again?

"Oh sod it, Edmund! It was a game!" Susan cried.

Edmund took a final breath before twisting the doorknob. "I forgive you, Susan. I'll always forgive you. Remember that."

"Whatever are you talking about, Edmund?" She twisted in her seat to look at her younger brother, but he was already gone.

Two days later, Susan curled into herself, sobbing against the back of her hand. Her family was dead. Never again would she wake to Lucy's laughter, or laugh at Edmund's quick wit, or feel Peter's arms around her.

"Oh Edmund, I'm sorry. Could you ever forgive me?" She cried to the space beside her, a phantom image of her handsome dark haired brother resting near.

"I'll always forgive you"

Susan let a single tear fall onto her lap. "Thank you, Edmund."

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