"If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me"
-Stand By Me by The Temptations
"Go to sleep, love," Susan admonished quietly.
She wiped Peter's blonde bangs out of his eyes as he sneezed once more. She was in a seat next to his bed. Edmund lay on the floor, drool slightly escaping from his open mouth. Lucy was asleep on Peter's couch with her crown askew on top of her head. Her nose was red and under her eyes was puffy.
All three of them were terribly afraid for their brother. He was so sick. All day Peter had been coughing, sneezing, puking, and groaning. Frequently he had stomach aches and head aches. Lucy had sent Mr. Tumnus to Archenland to retrieve a doctor. She was so frightened and upset that Mr. Tumnus had almost refused to leave her.
None of them had ever seen Peter so sickly.
So here they all were in the high king's room. The two oldest were the only traces of awareness left in the room.
Peter coughed again before replying to Susan, "I can't. What if anything happens while I rest?"
"You silly boy," Susan scolded while hitting him on the head with his medicine spoon, "What could possibly happen while you take a nap? Will the castle burn down?"
"For one," Peter sneezed once more, "I'm not a boy anymore. Honestly Su, I'm eighteen now. I'm a man. And two, it very well could! Who knows what our enemies could do when they know I'm sick. Our defenses will be down!"
"You're not the only king here you know," Susan replied crossly, shifting her eyes in Edmund's direction.
Before Peter could respond Susan shoved another spoonful of medicine into his mouth. It was supposed to taste of Narnian grapes, but merely tasted as nasty as any English medicine.
Susan rubbed her cheek lightly while Peter went into another coughing fit, "You really should get some sleep. Staying awake will only make you sicker."
"Stop that," Peter whined, pushing away Susan's cold hand, "You know that the cold makes me fall asleep! Besides, I'm always the last to go to bed; you're still awake."
Her cheeks puffed with breath and her lips protruded. Susan placed the medicine on Peter's side table and pushed him onto the other side of his large bed.
"Have it your way then," Susan said sternly. She then pulled the covers over the two of them.
Peter turned redder, although he wasn't sure if it was because of his cold or because the close proximity of his sister, "W-what are you doing?"
"Going to bed so you can take your nap," Susan said simply. She cuddled up in a ball next to him.
Peter smiled lightly and wrapped his arms around Susan and muttered into her hair, "You're impossible."
My debut Chronicles of Narnia fic! I like it a bit more for the Pevensie-Sibling fluff rather than the Peter/Susan undertones. I usually don't support any incest couples but Susan/Peter seems to be an exception.
Disclaimer: The brilliant C.S. Lewis owns everything in this story except thet plot. Unfortunately I don't own the adorable, sleeping, drooling Edmund on Peter's floor (although I really wish I did)