The Chronicles of Narnia

For The Love of a Brother

Summary: When the children return to London after the war, they feel out of place once being kings and queens of Narnia, being allow to stay home for the fall semester the children spend time with their parents only talking about Narnia when they are alone. But when Peter falls very ill from an old wound that only the children know about, and that no London doctor can see, the other three children realize they must some how return their brother to Narnia.

Chapter one

An Old Wound

The train whistle hissed as it pulled up next to the train station in London, jolting the four Pevensie children awake, the jolt of the stop sent Lucy bowling into Susan, Edmund sat up and caught himself before falling off his seat, but Peter wasn't so lucky, he went flying head first into the other seats that his younger sisters occupied.

"Oww," Peter yelled as he hit the seat with a thud. He sat up rubbing his head.

"Oh Peter are you alright?" Susan asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Peter said wincing. But instead of his hand staying at his head it went to the side of his right arm, rubbing it.

Susan looked at him with worry, ever since they had gotten back from Narnia; Peter had been favoring his right arm. And that had been six months before. In fact when they had been playing cricket not two days, she had accidentally thrown the ball to high and had hit Peter in the arm. He had said that he was fine that it hadn't hit that hard, but Susan could see the pain in his bight blue eyes.

Susan had seen it then, and she saw it now, as if Peter was in so much pain he could hardly hold it in.

"Peter are you sure you are alright?" Susan asked again as she took her bag and Lucy's from the top compartment so that Peter only had to carry his own.

"I'm fine Su, it wasn't that hard, besides I needed a good wake up," Peter said with a small smile and added, "come on, let's go fine mum and dad."

Susan smiled at the mention of mum and dad, their dad had returned from the war a full month ago, but they want to make sure it was safe before they had sent for them. Now they were at London train station just minutes away from being a family once more.

"There's dad, I see him and mum is with him!" Edmund shouted as he bolted for the door knocking Peter back down landing on his right side on the seat he had occupied before being slammed into his sisters.

Susan looked to Peter as he let out a small hiss of pain, and rubbed his arm again. Susan sighed as Peter got up and pulled out his bag with his left hand and took Lucy's hand with his right. He smiled at Susan as she handed Lucy her bag and start walking towards the door that led to the platform. Peter and Lucy followed close behind.

"Daddy!" Lucy yelled and dropped her bag let go of Peter's hand and ran to her father who scooped her up in his arms.

"There's my Lucy Goosey," Mr. Pevensie said as scooped her up and place a kiss on her cheek.

"Oh daddy, Lucy Goosey?" asked Lucy though she really didn't mind. That was her father and Peter's nickname for her, but she would only allow her father or Peter to call her that.

"Yes Lucy Goosey, you will always be my little Lucy Goosey," said Mr. Pevensie with a smile.

"I know," Lucy said with a smile for deep down she did always want to be her father and brother's Lucy Goosey.

"Dad said he has stuff for us at home," said Edmund holding onto his father's arm as his mother kissed his head.

"Yeah," Lucy squeaked with excitement.

"What's this we only get hello's from two of our children?" asked Mr. Pevensie looking to Peter and Susan who had been standing back while father talked with Lucy smiling.

"We were just waiting our turn." Said Susan with a smile and ran up and through her arms around her father, then she did the same to her mother.

Mr. Pevensie turned to Peter who was still staying to the side and said, "Peter, do you need an invitation?"

Peter chuckled and said, "No sir," And ran into his father's waiting arms. Susan watched him wince in pain as he hugged his mother too.

"Alright, let's get home," said Mr. Pevensie picking up Lucy and Susan's bags and headed in the direction of parking.

Peter reached down to pick up his bag, but found that it had already been picked up Peter turned around to come face to face with his younger sister, who stood in front of him holding his bag.

"Peter there is something wrong with your arm, and if you know what it is I want you to tell me." Susan said gripping the bag as Peter tried to take it from her.

"I can't tell you about it here, tonight, my room, after mum and dad are in bed," said Peter giving up on trying to get his bag back, his sister would just not let him carry it.

"Alright I'll be there," she said as they both followed their parents to the car.

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That night 12:15AM

Peter's Bedroom

"Alright, I even waited until I knew mum and dad were asleep, now talk to me," said Susan staring at her older brother meaningfully.

They were both sitting on Peter's bed, Peter with a book in his lap his light blue robe tied loosely around his waist, he leaned his head on the back board of the bed were he had propped his pillow, Susan sat cross legged at the foot of the bed the side of her forest green robe slid off her leg and hung loosely off the side of Peter's bed.

"Alright, well you remember the great battle in Narnia?" Peter asked.

"How could I forget, that battle almost killed Edmund and you," said Susan shuddering a little at the memory and added, "But what does that have to do with your arm?"

"Well- before Aslan and you girls came, the white witch stabbed me through the arm with her sword; it went all the way through pinning me to the ground. She was going to give the killing blow just as Aslan jumped her. I was able to get the sword out before you and Lucy saw it. It hasn't bothered me since. Until we climb back though that wardrobe. Now every time I just lightly tap it starts throbbing." Said Peter watching Susan's mouth drop open.

"So maybe it has something do with the stabbing," said Susan.

"I know it has something to do with it, look," Peter said as he unbuttoned the first few buttons on he's night shirt.

As Peter pulled it off his arm Susan let out long gasp at what she saw. Peter's arm from just below the shoulder to right above the elbow was black and blue.

Let me know if you want me to keep going!

If I get some good replies I will try to get the next chapter up next weekend, but I can promise because I have this big project due at school in two weeks and I'm not even half way done yet.