Title: Slight Remembrance
Author: deepwonderment
Summary: Peter remembers the day his littlest sister came home while on the journey to meet Aslan.
Rating: G
Word Count: 638
Warnings: Fluff beyond measure and movie-verse as requested.
Notes: giftfic for lj user shirehobbit2002

She was so tiny. That was probably the most solid fact Peter could remember from when Lucy came home. He was five at the time, and he hadn't understood why he needed another little sister. Susan was a girl: he already had one. And after Edmund the Terror had started reining over the household as soon as the two year old could walk, Peter was sure his parents must have been crazy for wanting another baby.

Peter thought that babies were smelly, loud and needy beings who occupied all of his parents' time. He was only one when Su was born and after that things were not the same. Everyone thought more about the baby and less about him. He was three for Ed's birth and all he could remember was the constant terror Edmund caused. The last thing Peter thought his family needed was another baby, boy or girl.

That's why Peter just concentrated on playing war with his army men quietly on the floor when Lucy came home. He didn't want to meet the new addition to the family. As a matter of fact, Peter thought that if he ignored her it was likely she'd just disappear. But when his parents called him over to meet Lucy he went, trying to be as uninterested as possible. It worked until nap time.

He was a big boy and no longer needed a nap, but he was also a good boy and stayed quiet as the younger children slept. He had been hoping to spend time with Mummy now that she was back but Mummy needed a nap too. Peter sat on his bed looking at a picture book and making up a story about the pictures while everyone else slept. He was bored stiff.

So, Peter quietly crept up the stairs and into his youngest sister's nursery. He pulled up a chair and peered over the edge of her bassinet. She looked so tiny and helpless. Peter bit his lip as he looked at her. If anyone wanted to hurt Lucy they would be able to do so. Big brothers didn't let that happen to younger siblings. Peter reached into the crib and ran his finger gently down her hand and she grasped it. It was so soft, but her grip was so tight. It was like Lucy knew that he was there and that she was safe. He looked at her dark hair and pale skin and knew that as long as he could help it nothing would harm her.

Peter shook himself free of the memory as he climbed up onto the bank. Why had that memory popped in his mind as Susan, Lucy and he had traveled down the river? The empty coat in his hand served as the answer. He had lost Lucy in the raging rapids. He broken the promise he made ten years ago. He let her get hurt.

But then he saw her. She was crawling out of the river shivering. He faintly heard her mention her coat. Peter thought that was insane. He had failed her and almost made her drown and the only thing on her mind was her coat? It didn't matter though. If that's what Lucy wanted that's what Lucy would get. He crossed to her side, and wrapped her in the coat, hugging her as he did.

Stepping away he swore he heard Mr. Beaver say "Don't you worry, dear. Your brother's got you well looked after."

He may have royally messed up but he was still there for her. He had a second chance to protect her. Peter knew everything would be okay.