Hey, guys!

Liz here. So I hope you'll like the story, and if not, that's your choice. This is my second fanfic so give me a chance (please?). Also, grammar isn't one of my strong suits, so if you do see a mistake please let me know. I would really appreciate it!

I do not own any characters from The Chronicles of Narnia due to the fact that I am not C.S. Lewis.

Enjoy!

I leaned back against the seat in the dusty train compartment with a sigh. The compartment was in the back of the train, and it was the only empty one, so I immediately put my trunk and satchel in the overhead compartment, chosen a seat by the window, and sat down. I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift around for a bit, before recalling what had happened in the station.

*Steam and fog filled the air. All around me I heard mothers crying over their children, children crying over leaving their families, the piercing train whistle, and the commanding voices of the conductors hurrying people along.

I shouldered my satchel, took a firmer grip on the handle of my trunk, and started to weave my way across the crowded platform.

I had almost reached the lady who was accepting tickets when I tripped over something and fell to the asphalt.

"Oof" I muttered as I had the air was knocked out of my lungs.

"Are you alright Miss?"

I looked up to see a boy about my age, 16, looking down at me. His blue eyes filled with concern.

"Yes, thank you" I responded, taking his outstretched hand, "Just a bit winded, that's all".

"Good, I shouldn't have been so careless with my trunk. My apologies Miss…." The boy trailed off, not knowing my name.

"Emily, Emily Clarke."

I stuck my hand out.

The boy shook it and opened his mouth to speak.

"Peter! Mum's talking to you!" a sharp female voice cut in from behind him.

I looked over his shoulder to see a group of four people watching him accusingly.

"Well, I guess I should get going," he said with a small grin.

I smirked at him. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Peter"

"You too Emily Clarke," - *

I was torn from the memory by a soft knock on the compartment's door.

I glanced over. To my surprise, I saw Peter standing in the doorway, followed by three people whom I assumed were his siblings.

"Peter!"

"Emily Clarke," he said, a smile appearing on his face.

"Mind if we join you?" he asked, gesturing to his siblings.

I shook my head and adjusted myself in my seat so that I could see them.

Directly behind Peter stood a girl who looked about his age, maybe a bit younger; a black-haired boy who looked about 12; and a smaller girl with short brown hair, who looked about 10 years old. After they had settled down, I noticed them all looking at me.

"What?" I asked self- consciously, earning me a smirk from Peter, and a giggle from the younger girl.

"This is Edmund and Lucy" he said, pointing towards the two younger ones.

"And this is Su-"he continued, but was cut off, once again, by the older girl.

"I can introduce myself you know!" she said to her brother, a playfull twinkle in her eye.

"I'm Susan Pevensie."

"Emily Clarke."

"Where are you headed Emily?" Peter asked, making an attempt at conversation.

"To an old family friend," I replied, "he lives out in the countryside. His name is Professor Kirke."

"That's where we're going as well!" Lucy squealed excitedly.

"Emily, if you don't mind me asking, where exactly are you from?" Susan asked.

"Originally, I'm from America," I replied cautiously.

"If you're from America, what are you doing in England then?" Edmund asked curiously, leaning into our conversation.

"Two years ago my mother went MIA, so I wa-"

"MIA?" the youngest, Lucy asked.

"Missing in action" I said in a steely calm voice, my mental barriers going up. The four of them looked at me, sympathy filling their eyes.

"I'm so sorry" Susan said in a soft voice.

"It's alright" I said, looking away.

The Pevensies took the hint and we drifted off into a tense silence, the only noise being the sounds of the train on the rails.

I leaned back again into my seat and closed my eyes, letting the sounds and motion of the train lull me into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

"Emily! Wake up! We're here!"

I woke with a start to see the four Pevensies rushing about, pulling trunks from the overhead compartments, and double checking the seats to make sure nothing was forgotten. Quickly, I grabbed my trunk and satchel, followed them off the train and onto the platform.

The platform was set on a quiet and calm road, not a person-or car- in sight.

The faint sound of a car's engine sounded.

"C'mon!" I yelled to the others and we all ran down the platform steps.

We tried to wave the car down, but it sped right past us without even slowing.

"Do you think we've been incorrectly labeled?" Edmund asked timidly, carefully examining his label.

Just then we heard a sharp voice.

"Are you the five children for Professor Kirke?"

"Yes, we are. You must be Mrs. Macready" I responded, taking a step towards the lady.

"I'm afraid so. Is that it then? Haven't you brought anything else?"

"No ma'am," Peter answered, "just us."

"Small favors."

The five of us piled unceremoniously into the carriage as Mrs. Macready flicked the reins.

"No touching of the historical artifacts, and NO improper use of the dumbwaiter…."

It had taken us about a quarter of an hour to get to the house (Read: Mansion :); upon arriving, the Professor had welcomed us into his home warmly( we had all liked him almost instantly).

Now, Mrs. Macready was giving us a lecture about what we could and could not do inside the house. Once she had finished, she showed us to our rooms and excused herself to prepare dinner.

"So," Susan said as she, Lucy, and I started to put away our things in the room the three of us shared.

"Buttons," I responded almost instantly.

The two sisters looked at me oddly.

"Pardon?"

"It's what my mom…." My voice trailed off, as I felt tears start to well up.

Lucy came over and pulled me into a giant bear hug.

"It's alright," she whispered, as the tears started to flow down my face.

I felt Susan sit down on my other side and give my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

We sat like that for a few more minutes until we heard Peter and Edmund calling us to dinner. I stood up, gently pushing Lucy off me, and walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall. My eyes and cheeks were red, and my hair was falling out of the braid I had made this morning.

I quickly fixed my braid and dried my face, there wasn't much I could do about my eyes though.

We ate a hasty dinner and retired early to our rooms. There wasn't a lot of talk as the three of us got ready for bed. We did, however, hear Peter and Edmund arguing in their room across the hall.

"Good night Susan, goodnight Emily."

"Good night Lu," Susan replied.

I stayed quiet, praying silently that nightmares wouldn't invade my sleep.

One by one Susan and Lucy fell asleep; leaving me struggling to stay awake; but sooner, rather than later, sleep took me in its claws.

*I was standing in a room made of ice. All along the walls hung icy manacles.

A dungeon. I thought to myself.

I heard a faint groan from behind me. I turned to see a figure, a woman, slumped over, chained to the wall.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, slowly dropping to the floor next to the woman. She lifted her head.

My breath caught in my throat.

"Mom?" I said in a whisper, tears of joy streaming down my face.

"Emmy? What are you doing here?! You have to leave before she gets here!" She yelled at me, her voice tight with pain.

"Mom, who is she? Why do I need to leave? I'll get you out of here!"

"Emmy you don't understand! She'll…" My mom trailed off, her eyes widening in terror.

"She'll what, mom?" I asked.

"Kill you, of course," an icy cold voice said behind me. I turned to look at the speaker.

It was a tall, pale woman, with long blond hair piled up on the top of her head, held in place by a crown made of ice; she was wrapped in white furs, and in her slim pale hand she held a staff which was topped with a jewel that seemed to radiated power.

"You are her daughter, are you not?" she asked coldly. "In any case, at least I have an audience."

She swung the staff above her head, and the jewel began to glow. She brought the tip of the jewel to my mother's head, who screamed out in pain as it touched her. Frost started to spread from that point down to the rest of her body, freezing my mother in place. I screamed and the dream shattered like ice.*

I sat upright in bed shaking, my heart pounding and ears ringing. I could've sworn I heard a lion's roar mixed in with my scream.

I glanced around the room and saw that Susan and Lucy were still sound asleep; and that there was a faint light peeking through the curtains. Figuring that I wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon, I slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed; pulling on a grey sweater and a matching plaid skirt. I stopped in front of the mirror and pulled my blond hair back into a ponytail.

I quietly tiptoed through the house towards the library I had noticed the day before.

I entered the library and sat in one of the armchairs that were facing the big glass window; watching the raindrops hit the glass.

I tried to forget my dream, to mentally lock it away withal the other experiences I wanted to forget. But the more I tried to forget it, the more it came into my mind.

Who was that woman? Why was my mom chained up? What happened to her? Why did I hear a lion?

Someone entered the library snapping me out of my reverie.

I jumped out of the chair and turned to see who had entered the room. Peter stood in the doorway, a mischievous smile plastered across his face.

"Expecting someone else?"

"Yes actually." I replied nervously. "I thought you were the Professor, or Mrs. Macready."

"I saw you walking down the corridor, so I decided to follow you."

"How sweet! You do care!" I said sarcastically, as he walked over and sat down on a sofa.

"What happened?" he asked, motioning to the seat next to him.

"I had a nightmare…" I said hesitantly, sitting down.

"About your mum?"

I nodded.

"How did you know?"

"Lucky guess?" he smirked, "was it so bad?"

I told him my dream. Once I had finished he shook his head.

"It was just a dream Em. If your mother is really out there somewhere, I promise you I will help you find her ok?"

He then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, causing a wave of butterflies to flit around my stomach, and making my heart beat faster than it already was.

Peter stood up, smiled at me, and left the room as if nothing had happened.

I sat there, trying to decide what bothered me more: the fact that I had opened up to him so much, or the fact that he called me "Em" and kissed me, even if it was on the cheek.

I shook my head and mentally told myself to get a grip.

Breakfast was uneventful. Other than the fact the Peter kept glancing at me and smiling. Earning me many odd stares from the others.

After breakfast we all decided to go to the library, since there wasn't much else to do. After a few fruitless attempts by Susan to play a word game she had just made up. Lucy turned to Peter with puppy dog eyes and asks if we can play hide and seek.

I could feel the tension as Peter tried to resist, but in the end he gave in with a smile.

"1….2….3….." he started counting. The four of us ran off to hide.

I dashed over to the table in the library and hid under the tablecloth.

"29…30! Ready or not, here I come," I heard Peter yell, just as I heard Lucy shout: "I'm here! I'm here! I've come back, I'm alright!"

Alright guys! So that was chapter one. I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Anyway, I hope you like my Peter/Emily relationship (tell me what you think. Review or PM me). I always hated how Peter was the only Pevensie who never really "got the girl, " I guess you could put it like that.

Susan- Caspian

Edmund- Shipped with so many people in all the fan fictions

Lucy- according to the books, everyone wanted her hand in marriage

I only found one fan fiction where Peter has a wife (it's called, "Children of Aslan" by Dragons-Twilight1992. Go check it out, it's awesome) so I decided to write my own.

Please review, it would really make my day! Constructive criticism I'll be happy to get. But any haters- don't do it here. If you don't like the story, don't read it!

I don't know when I'll be able to update, but I'll try to do it as soon as I have the next chapter ready.

Ttyl

Liz