Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or anything related to it. Wish I did…. lol!
A/N: This was my first Narnia fiction and very close to my heart, I decided to pick it back up but seriously revamp it. I also wanted to mention that this story is mainly based on the movies and what transpires during them, ie. character appearances, and general events, but many things from the books will be drawn from. Also this story disregards the events of The Last Battle! So hope you all enjoy and please review!
Chapter One
Rubbing his hand over his face, he leant his forehead against the cold glass window of the train. Peter Pevensie was tired and slightly miffed. He had no idea that agreeing to going out with Edmund and his new friends would mean being out all night, getting totally sloshed and then having to shimmy up the drain pipe to their old bedroom during a mass of giggles from Edmund, trying his best not to wake their mother or father. It was not the way he had meant to spend the last night of his summer break.
He shut his eyes tight against the cold sunlight flooding into the car. He knew that his mother, Susan and Lucy were standing on the platform trying to spot him in the car, concern on at least two of their faces because of his stupid lie ...
'Why Peter, you look simply awful!' Was Lucy's cry as he came down the stairs into the kitchen where the women of the Pevensie family were making their classic Sunday breakfast, which normally smelled like heaven but that morning it made Peter feel dangerously nauseous.
His mother looked over her shoulder at him from the sink where she was filling a pot with water for the potatoes. "Oh Peter!" She said her eyes widening.
He knew he looked dreadful, a green tinge on his face and big black circles under his blood shot eyes, he tried to smile weakly as he sank into his regular chair at the big wooden kitchen table subtly scuffing the back of Lucy's head with his elbow.
"Oww," Lucy said quietly, but she went back to folding the freshly laundered napkins realizing she hadn't helped him by pointing out his condition.
"What on earth happened last night!?" His mother demanded turning to face him her hands resting dangerously on her hips. Peter went to open his mouth to explain but was interrupted at Edmund's buoyant entrance.
"Morning all," He came dashing down the stairs, fully dressed, hair combed looking like he had been an angel all night, Peter glowered at him. He would have wondered about when his brother had become a rowdy hooligan at night and perfect young man during the day but his head was too sore to bother.
"Edmund, what on earth did you do to your poor brother last night!?" Edmunds mouth dropped open as he looked from his mum to Peter.
"Me! ME? What did I do? I simply take my loving big brother for a night out with my chums and I get accused-
Peter put up his hand. He knew that the older more eloquent Edmund, the Edmund who was studying to be a barrister, if that Edmund was able to get a good rant going would rattle on for almost an hour. He could see Susan, who was standing over the stove watching the sausages and bacon, rolling her eyes. "Look mum, it wasn't anything Edmund or his friends did, I think I just have a touch of the flu, I have been feeling a bit under the mark for a couple of days now, nothing a good strong cup of tea and a bath won't fix." He smiled and his mother was appeased. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Edmund snatch a sausage of the plate of ones waiting to go out onto the table and take a big bite, Peter had to control his urge to gag. ...
Now here he was sitting on the train, about to go back to Cambridge for his second year of study, hung over, pretending to be sick in front of his mother and sisters. Peter knew for a fact that he and his friends had not been getting into the trouble Edmund and his friends were getting into at nineteen years old.
He opened his eyes to see his mother and Susan waving at him from the platform looking concerned. Lucy was standing with her arms crossed looking sceptical, he wondered how she always managed to be so perceptive, even at seventeen years old. He glanced at Susan, she was so sweet, she had packed him some crackers and jam for the journey, incase he felt ill again, a common Pevensie cure for the queezies.
His father had told him in confidence that a new young man for down the block, by the name of Alex Scott was paying her a certain attention. Peter had bristled in a big brother sort of way, asking his father if she wasn't a little young to be aware of young men. His father had shrugged saying she was twenty one, and a bright young woman. Peter didn't think that was much of an answer.
He found himself questioning a lot of his fathers decisions when it came to his newly grown up siblings, like the freedom he gave Edmund, Peter wouldn't have done that and didn't when they were...elsewhere.
As the train started to slowly roll forward Peter sat back closing his eyes, the train car he was sitting in smelt like moth balls. He was aware that his thoughts verged on Narnia. His eyes opened as the name floated across his mind. He rarely thought about it anymore. It had been so long ago and felt separate from his current existence, more like a fond dream one keeps coming back too.
Now at twenty two he was growing up, becoming a man, was already there in many peoples opinion. It was odd growing up here, it felt much more complicated because of course it was his second time. In Narnia though it had been different, much simpler somehow.
As his mind wondered over his lost existence, the sweet, sumptuous smell of vanilla came wondering to his nose. His eyes opened as an odd sensation came over him like all of his extremities were slightly numb. Sitting up he looked around his compartment. It was made up of just the two benches covered in an old red satin that was worn and lightened on the actually seats. The sliding glass door was frosted and shut to give him the elusion of privacy. Standing up he had to mind knocking his head on the over hanging copper bar that held leather strips which joined to the wall; on top of which rested his old suitcase. He moved across the compartment in a couple of steps and opened the door putting his head out to have a look around.
Up and down the corridor was abandoned but he did hear a door slam from his right but when he turned his head in the direction there was no one to be seen, he figured the person had just entered their compartment. He rolled his eyes and sank back into his enclosure.
Settling down and kicking off his highly polished shoes he put his feet up on the seat across from him settling in for the long ride as the sounds of the rocking train lulled him into a much needed sleep.
