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A/N: Yay, another Peter/Edmund brother piece! This drabble is dedicated to Sentimental Star, because I just read her one-shot, and it inspired me to get this thing down on the computer and post it. Sorry it's so short.
A slight, niggling feeling that, maybe, they had done this before, nudged at his mind. He frowned, furrowing his brow as they pushed through the trees, tripping over each other as the natural grace and poise they had had seemed to be slipping away. And then their hands met woolly brown coats that came out of nowhere, and he wished he could understand what was going on, and then there was a light, and he remembered, he remembered!
And then they were out of the wardrobe.
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With an intake of breath that was almost a gasp, they fell to the ground; picking himself up, slowly, he stared down at his clothes and dimly realized that they were scratching him—something he hadn't felt for years. At least, it had felt like years. As he cast his eyes around the bright, sunlit room, he had the feeling of the floor being a lot closer than it had been before.
Nothing looked like it had changed. A dull panic began thumping at his heart, and he wondered, had it all been a dream? Had none of it really happened? Nothing had changed, nothing had changed, Daddy was still gone and Peter trying to take his place, and Susan smothering him, and nothing had changed…
His breath came faster as he searched for something, anything to show that they had been to Narnia, and he had survived the witch and the battle, and his brother and sisters really did care about him…
And then his eyes fell on Peter, and his brother gave him a warm smile brimming with love, and clasped his shoulder in a strong grip that would never have happened before.
And his heart slowed, and he smiled back and stepped closer, and knew that even if they never found a way back, at least right here was a piece of Narnia.