Title: Going Home

Fandom: Narnia

Pairing: Implied Peter/Edmund

Summary: Train station… They were going home.

A/N: Movie!Verse

"You're welcome," Edmund snorted, collapsing down next to Peter on the bench. Lucy rubbed soothingly at Peter's arm from his other side, but Peter shrugged her off and stood abruptly.

"I had it sorted."

Edmund rolled his eyes and set back, crossing both arms over his chest. There was a time Peter hadn't minded his help… No matter how mature his mind maybe, he still had the hormones of a teenager. And it was quite annoying.

Susan sighed, exasperated, "What was it this time?"

"He bumped me," Peter mumbled, as if that was reason enough.

"So you hit him?" Lucy frowned, as if she couldn't believe it.

Edmund could. Peter had gotten in worst fights for a lot less. Edmund was tempted to just leave him to it one of these days, but they all knew it'd never happen. Peter would keep rushing into things, his temper wound tight, and Edmund would keep chasing after him, ready to pull him out of whatever predicament he got into.

"No," Peter turned, "After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him."

"Really," Susan muttered, "Is it really that hard to just walk away."

"I shouldn't have to! I mean, don't you get tired of being treated like a kid!" Peter exclaimed, angry and frustrated.

"Um, we are kids," Edmund pointed out, for what felt like the millionth time.

"Well, I wasn't always."

Edmund didn't bother pointing out that it wasn't just Peter. It was all of them. Lucy had left behind her best friend, Susan had been betrothed. And Edmund… Well, Edmund didn't exactly like going through puberty all over again.

"It's been a year," Peter sighed, seeming to wilt. He reclaimed his seat, rolling his head briefly against Edmund's shoulder. Ed bumped his nose against Peter's cheek, "How long does he expect us to wait."

"I think it's time to accept," Susan began, "That this is where we live now. There's no use pretending any different."

Edmund stiffened, just a little. Of course Susan would say that. Susan had always been able to live so well in both worlds. Even Lucy had been able to adapt to living back in "their world". Edmund and Peter, though. They would never be able to forget Narnia.

Peter's fingers bumped his and Edmund had to force himself not to just take his hand. It was offered, he knew. It was always offered. But Edmund couldn't.

"Quick, act like you're talking to me," Susan suddenly ordered, grimacing.

Edmund rolled his eyes, "We are talking to you."

And then Edmund felt the magic, prickling and tickling across his skin. Magic? Narnia! He was going home.