A/N: This is only part one. I'll have the other two parts up soon to better explain my OC. For now, just as a side note, know that Adelaide used to be atheist.

Disclaimer: The characters of Peter Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, and Aslan are all property of Disney® and of C.S. Lewis, as is Narnia. This story takes place during the fifteen Golden Years of Narnia about four or so years after the defeat of the White Witch. This story was inspired by the song lyrics Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

Trust Me

Adelaide had collapsed again, but it was so much more than that. She hadn't left bed for weeks. She wasn't keeping her food down. And she was terribly weak. In all those times, Peter had never left her side. He had given orders that his siblings were to run the country while he was with Adelaide. Some frowned upon this, thinking he was neglecting his duties as High King, but there was nothing that could be done to change it. And all knew Peter's absence would stop soon, but at a terrible cost. His mistress, Adelaide, was going to die from leukemic cancer.

At her final hour, Adelaide was lying eyes open in bed. Peter was holding her hand, stroking it, his eyes never leaving her.

"Peter," she whispered, a small smile on her face, though it was strained.

Tears leaked from Peter's eyes. Adelaide could tell it broke his heart that it was so difficult for her to even smile.

"You're going to be alright," he whispered. "I promise."

"I know," she whispered. She closed her eyes and gently squeezed his hand.

Peter gave it a gentle squeeze back, leaning down to kiss her hand which he loved so much. "I'll never leave your side, I promise you. Oh, Adelaide. You'll get better. Don't worry. Once you're on your feet again, we'll go out to the country for fresh air. I'll take you to go see the view of Cair Paravel from where Aslan's Camp once stood. I know how much you love it there. And the beautiful Shuddering Wood. We haven't gone to visit there yet. And you would love Glasswater Creek. The water is so still it literally looks like its made of glass."

He squeezed her hand again, but this time, there was no reply.

She never saw him look back up, tears streaming down his face in realization. She never heard his cries of her name, pleading her to wake up, whispering how he hadn't been able to tell her he loved her one last time. She never felt his tight embrace, his head sobbing heavily into her shoulder.

All she knew was nothing.

When Adelaide opened her eyes again, she had to squint against the sudden sunlight. She couldn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there, but somehow she found herself in an open field.

Emerald green grass sparkled in the sun beams like jewels and rolled like ocean waves in the wind. The sky was the most perfect shade of baby blue, not a single cloud in sight. It was more than just a perfect day. It was almost too perfect. And there in the distance, He stood. The Great Lion, Aslan himself. He was waiting for her.

Adelaide knew then what exactly had happened. But somehow she couldn't feel sad; it was as if it were forbidden in this place in his presence. She walked up to him and the two watched each other for what could have been either mere moments or a lifetime.

"Will Peter be alright?"

Aslan watched Adelaide, there was a mixture of emotions behind his mysterious almond eyes, emotions Addie couldn't even begin to understand if she had tried.

"Peter knows death is a part of life," Aslan finally answered. "But right now, there are things you and I must discuss."

Adelaide understood clearly, though back in Narnia she wouldn't have been able to comprehend what he was talking about.

"Come. Walk with me."

Adelaide followed him without question. Back in London, before Narnia and before she had really really begun to live, she would have questioned the Great Beast. But her heart, her mind had changed since then. She knew better now.

"It's Narnia," she commented, looking out over the land. She had remembered one time when Peter and the others had gone out and around the country. Peter had taken extra care to show her every detail of the land he loved and protected. "But more beautiful, more real. This place is alive."

"Indeed, it is," Aslan responded. "This is the real Narnia, unlike the shadow lands where you and your friends live. There, you fight to survive, and evil roams. Here, everything lives. You can't be unhappy, as you may have noticed when you first arrived. Here, you truly are free."

They continued to walk until they arrived at a pair of golden gates shining brightly in the sun. Aslan stopped, Adelaide also pausing right behind him.

"I've never seen this place before," she confessed. Of all the times she had been around Narnia, she had never remembered a set of golden gates.

"This is the garden," Aslan explained. "Everyone from past Narnia dwell here as they did in the shadow lands. But here in the real Narnia, time does not exist."

"Is this where I am to wait for the others?" Adelaide asked curiously. She truly would have waited for Peter for eternity, wherever Aslan told her to wait.

Aslan smiled, not a fierce smile as would have been predicted from one such as a Lion, but a kind, gentle smile. "Not yet. First, I must thank you."

"For what?" Adelaide asked, curiously. It was the first emotion she felt besides happy here, and it felt slightly out of place, odd.

"You believed in me," He answered. "You trusted that I could help. And even after that knowledge, you had the humility not to come to me and ask me to heal you from your curse. You were not afraid to face death, and that showed great courage."

"But, why are you telling me this now? I don't understand." Somehow, more and more odd feelings came back to her. She was confused, there was an odd sensation in her. She felt slightly tired.

"It is not your time to enter the gates."

"What do you mean?" Adelaide asked. "Do I have to go to some sort of purgatory? Or something like that?"

Aslan chuckled. "No, dear one. You are going back."

"Back?" Back to where? The shadow lads? How could she go back? She was dead, wasn't she?

Aslan smiled at her once more, his eyes warm.

"Trust me."

Adelaide watched him for a moment before nodding. She still didn't know what was going on, but some things were best left mysteries. Once more she felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. She was gone from the real Narnia.

It was minutes later, what felt like hours in the real world, but mere minutes where Peter was. His tears had ceased to fall because he was too devastated to cry. He was merely holding her weakly. The others had insisted he be taken to the kitchen for tea, outside for fresh air, but he had downright refused. He even had gone as far as to order everyone to stay away until he came to get them, even his siblings. All of Narnia would never forget the day the High King wept until he could not any more.

And nor would they forget the joy of what had happened next.

Adelaide's soft moans cut through the dead silence, causing Peter to look up, disbelief and surprise etched all over his face.

"Adelaide?"

Adelaide barely opened her eyes, but it was enough. Enough to bring lost tears back to Peter's eyes, not of grief but of joy. She could feel his shaking body as he sobbed again, embracing her tightly.

"I thought I'd lost you." he whispered with shaky breath.

"Oh, Peter," she whispered. As tired as she was, she didn't feel as weak as when she had 'died.' Instead she felt so much stronger. She would have sat up, but that would have freaked out Peter too much.

"I love you, more than anything" he whispered every so gently to her.

"I love you, my darling," she whispered back holding him tightly in her arms. She never wanted to let go. But for once, somehow she knew: never again would she hold him in fear that it would be the last time.

Far in the distance, at a cliff where Aslan's camp once stood, the Great Lion himself looked out upon Cair Paravel, smiling. Adelaide was back where she belonged, but it was more than that. So much more than that. Adelaide was not only alive, but free from her curse. She wouldn't have to worry about her last breath, or collapsing. No, all that would now be behind her.

Now, for the first time, Adelaide could really begin to live.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now