Hey! I'm back. Thanks for any reviews, or adding this story to your Favourites. And here we have chapter four. It jumps ahead a few years now. I had an idea for a set of oneshots about Edmund's adventures with the Doctor, which I'll start after this story is finished, if anyone is interested. Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia or Doctor Who.

Chapter 4

2 years later at Cair Paravel

Tumnus could not help but feel that something was troubling the young queen of whom he was very fond. She had always listened with rapt attention to the many stories he would tell her, of the times before the Great Winter that he could remember and of the more recent events in the woods where he lived. In return she told him of her life in England (although those stories were becoming few and far between) and anything that had happened at Cair Paravel that she had not mentioned in her letters. Today however, she was distracted, and didn't seem to really be listening to him. This was so uncharacteristic of her that Tumnus was too concerned to be offended.

"Dear Lucy," as he was allowed to call her in private. "Is something wrong? Are you ill?"

"Hmm," Lucy's eyes snapped round from the spot of vacant air to meet his. "Oh! I'm sorry Tumnus. No, nothing's wrong. I've just been thinking lately."

"About what?"

"Erm… nothing you need to worry about, never mind…Oh! Hello Peter!"

The High King smiled gently at his youngest sister as he approached the pair.

"Susan is looked for you," he informed her. "Something about your new dress for the party. You'd better go quickly; you know how she gets about those; if you don't go now you may not be finished before supper."

"Okay. Don't worry Tumnus, Peter's exaggerating, I won't be long." And she hurried off, out of the gardens.

Tumnus smiled at the High King and tried not to look uneasy. It wasn't that he did not like the young man (boy, really) or Lucy's other sibling, but he had not had the chance to get to know them as much as he had Lucy. They always seemed to be busy.

"Lucy enjoys spending time with you. She always seems happier when you're around," remarked the High King.

"Yes your majesty."

"Peter. Please just call me Peter."

"Yes, yo…Peter," Tumnus smiled, a bit more naturally. "I enjoy my time with her too, though she seems distracted as of late."

"Yes," agreed Peter. "We all have: Susan, Lucy and I. It's hard to believe it's been two years…"

"I know what you mean. I still sometimes have to pinch myself to believe She is really gone, even after two years-"

"I meant it's been two years since we last saw our brother."

There was a long silence.

"Forgive me your majesty," Tumnus apologized. "I should have remembered."

"It's alright," replied Peter. "I don't think many Narnians think of him when it comes to the anniversary of her defeat."

The two lapsed into silence once more. Tumnus felt very awkward. Despite what the High King had said, he felt he should have remembered about Edmund; he had been the last person to see the boy. Sometimes he thought about that unfortunate meeting, and wished he hadn't been as injured as he had been. If he had been a bit stronger, he might have been able to escape, taking Edmund with him.

He also dearly regretted how much he must have hurt the child. After She had told him of Edmund's betrayal, he had sent the boy such a look of hate and anger. His time as a stone statue gave him plenty of time to reflect on that particular moment.

Edmund could not have known Her true nature when he first encountered Her, so would not have known that damage he would cause by giving Her Tumnus's name. On the other hand, Tumnus had pledged his allegiance to Her knowing full well what she was capable of. He had even been willing to turn Lucy in. Even if he hadn't followed through with it in the end, he had still planned to. So how could he possibly hate Edmund, who was only a child, not a grown adult like himself?

There was a troubling thought that Tumnus did not like to dwell on. He knew a body had never been found, so it was not outside the realm of possibility for Edmund to still be alive, having somehow escaped from Her. What if he had not returned to his siblings for fear they would not forgive him, a fear that would have been reinforced by Tumnus who had conveyed as much hate as he could into one single look.

"I am truly sorry, your Majesty," said Tumnus, bowing his head and scurrying out of the gardens, away from the mournful eyes of the young king he could not face.

A week later, in the TARDIS

There was something wrong with Amy, Edmund could tell. She looked a bit off-colour in the mornings, and sometimes she'd seem nervous, though she tried to hide it. And quite well, but Edmund had not lived with her for two years and gone on more adventures with her than most people would have in a lifetime, not to notice. He was the only biological organism on the TARDIS to have noticed anything; Rory and the Doctor were oblivious and the 'wooden' animals couldn't be classed as biological organisms. The conversations between the mini-menagerie had been conducted in whispers, or cut short as Edmund entered the room, until Edmund had looked up at Tifa and Nell (the butterfly and the spider) and asked if they had noticed anything odd about Amy. All of his friends had their own theories.

"Maybe she's just sick," suggested Kanen the gorilla. Cyril, the squirrel, agreed with him.

"If she's just sick," began Wildfire (the horse), "why is she so nervous about it?"

"Because she doesn't want to be stuck in bed for days like Doctor makes Edmund do when he's sick," argued Starsky (the rabbit).

From her favourite perch high up in a corner of the room, Thena, the owl, laughed.

"It's obvious what's wrong with her," she tweeted. "Although I wouldn't necessarily say it's wrong."

"Would you like to enlighten us with your wisdom?" asked the lion, Nate, who, as usual was curled in Edmund's lap.

"No," replied Thena. "It's Amy choice whether to tell you or not."

"I could ask her what's wrong," said Edmund.

"She would probably tell you not to worry," said Odette, the swan.

"I'll ask her anyway."

So here Edmund was, having managed to catch Amy in the library with no one around (except for the animals that had followed him).

Amy smiled warmly at him as he approached her, and Edmund returned the gesture just as warmly. Amy was like a sister to him. They always teased each other, and she couldn't resist giving him at least one hug a day.

"Hey Amy," he started. "I was just wondering, has something been bothering you lately?"

For a moment, Edmund caught an 'oh-shit-he's-noticed' look flit across her face before she laughed it off.

"Aww, you don't have to worry about me you know," she replied as she pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back.

"Okay, if you're sure you're fine."

He pulled out of the embrace, found a book and slipped into one of the little alcoves he loved to curl up in.

"Odette was right," commented a voice from Edmunds wrist. Edmund rolled his eyes at Ven, the snake.

"I know, I still wish she would tell me."

Edmund began to read the book he had picked up. It was an Earth book; a joint effort by two authors that Edmund liked. They both wrote fantastic books on their own, but together it was amazing. It made Edmund laugh every time he read it. He was deeply engrossed in the story when Tifa landed on his hair, near his ear.

"Edmund! Amy's crying!"

Edmund scrambled out of the alcove and ran straight to Amy, wrapping his arm's round her.

"What's wrong?"

"It's you!" she replied. "You're so worried about me when there are so many other things you should be worried about. We haven't found your family, or that world we found you in, you still can't remember anything about either and it's been two years, but you're still more worried about me!"

Edmund could only blink. Why was Amy getting so hysterical about that? It didn't really bother him, he was happy with her, Rory and the Doctor. He didn't feel as though he was missing anything. Sure, he was curious, but he wasn't desperate to find out.

"And if I ever find who put you in that dungeon," Amy spat, suddenly furious and pulling away from him. "I'll rip out their eyes and tear them limb from limb!"

Edmund took a step back for safety.

What the…

"Amy! Edmund!" The Doctor called as he entered the library. Edmund was about to warn him that Amy was going crazy, but the red-head turned and had a huge beaming smile on her face. Edmund gaped at her.

"I've landed the TARDIS in Narnia!" the Doctor exclaimed excitedly. Edmund switched to gaping at the Timelord.

"It's a brilliant world…well, land in a world. We're in the Lantern Waste, so called because of the lantern in the middle of the forest! Funny story about how that got there…well, it's not really funny, but it's a story."

"You'll have to tell us," said Amy, "after we've had a look at it."

And with that she practically skipped out of the library and through the rest of the TARDIS. The Doctor followed her, grabbing Edmund's hand and pulling him along.

Edmund let himself be pulled through the time-ship he called home. He was far to confused to protest

What the hell is wrong with Amy?

Amy looked around.

"So where's this forest?"

The Doctor came running out of the TARDIS after her, still pulling Edmund along (who tripped as they came outside).

"Oh," he said, looking round. "I've brought us to the stone table. No worries. Everybody back in…Ed, why are you on the floor?"

Edmund mock-glared at him.

"I tripped because of you," he complained. "See I've cut my knee!"

"It could be worse!" protested the Doctor. "We could be in the middle of a sewage pipe again!"

Rory, inside the TARDIS, whimpered.

"Please don't remind me of that." Amy shook her head as she helped Edmund up. "Come on you lot, quit being babies. Now Doctor, can you get us to the right part of Narnia this time."

"Right you are Pond!"

As soon as he took one step outside the TARDIS into Narnia (for the second time), Edmund ran straight back in.

"You could've warned me!" he yelled back to the Doctor as he disappeared into the depths of the time machine.

"Warned you of what?" asked the Doctor, confused.

Edmund reappeared moments later with a cuboid-shaped object as big as his palm and slinging a rucksack over his shoulder.

"That I'd need my camera…and my sketchbook."

The three adults shared a knowing smile. Edmund could see the beauty in any landscape or setting, even if it was just a set of identical buildings set out in uniformed order. His pictures were really good and he loved drawing just as much as taking pictures. Sometimes his drawings would just be intricate patterns all over the page, and the place in front of him with a few differences, or scenes straight out of his head.

As Edmund carefully lined up his shot, the Doctor turned to them all and asked,

"So, do you want to know how the Lantern got here?"

"You'd tell us even if we said no," Rory commented, but the Timelord took no notice.

"It was brought here as this world was beginning," started the Doctor, putting on a storyteller voice. "It's a wondrous sight, watching a world like this begin. I wasn't the only spectator, some others were here. I'm not sure how they came as I never approached them and they did not see me. It was dark to begin with, as there was Nothing: no stars, no sun, no moon, no sky, and no earth. There was something flat to stand on but no grass or stone or wood-"

"This is more of a story than an explanation," Amy pointed out. The Doctor glared at her.

"Do you want to hear it or not?"

"Hear it, please."

"So can I continue?"

"Yes."

"With no interruptions?"

"…"

"Amy."

"Yep, sure, no interruptions."

"Right. As I said, there was nothing. And then the voice started. No words, no real tune, just a voice. It began everything. Stars popped out and sand as well. In the east, the sun rose, shooting beams of light across the land and over the hills and mountains. The song changed. The lion that was singing- yes it was a lion, the Lion actually, Aslan-"

"Who?" asked Edmund.

"I'll tell you later. Aslan paced to and fro, and as he did the grass came up. Soon it was followed by the bushes and the heather and the trees. And soon after, all kinds of flowers sprouted. And then this tall stern looking women-who was part of the other group-stepped forward and threw an iron bar, right at Aslan's head."

"Why?" asked Amy.

"What did I say about interruptions, besides it's another story. Anyway, she threw it at His head, but it just bounced right off and landed in the ground.

Now, if you haven't guessed already, this song was making everything grow. So this iron bar, which had originally come from a lantern in Victorian era Britain, planted and grew into this." The Doctor gestured dramatically at the Lantern. "And that lantern can never go out, for some magic was instilled in it when it grew. That light is everlasting, even in the darkest of times." The Timelord smiled.

"Okay, one question," said Amy. "Who was that woman?"

"Jadis. A witch that was brought here from another world, one that had died. She was bitter and cruel. But don't worry; her powers wouldn't have bothered Narnia. A tree she wouldn't dare go near stopped any chance of that." The Doctor grinned. Amy frowned.

"So, a magic tree protects this world," she concluded.

"Yep."

"Okay…"

"Um, I have a question," said Rory. "did any of you see which way Edmund went?"

"What! Not again!"

So there we have it, Edmund is finally back in Narnia. And about the names I came up with for the animals: some are random, some were inspired by something. For example, I came up with the name Thena for the owl, because of Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom whose symbol was an owl.

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