Chapter 4 : Come back to me

A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed:

FelipeMarcusThomas - It was extremely interesting to me, to have Peter's character to humble himself, since he is arrogant and to 'lower himself' to her level, was to me very important.

Thanks and cookies to: Evanescence2189 and princess emma of narnia, for making me get my act together with posting!

Disclaimer: No the place with the talking animals is not mine:

The car must have hit me at over sixty miles per hour, my love of Jaguars has some what been damaged, being that the elegant vehicle slammed into me dead in the chest, killing me instantly. I felt calm and elation pass through my body, as though I was sinking down into a hot bath, I could only feel; sight and sound were far away, voices were growing ever distant. I was beginning to feel a little uneasy, I wanted to see and I wanted to hear. Then I did.

Imagine, a rushing tunnel, full of stars, lights, memories. Then imagine that all that could be felt was raw emotion, no words or numbers existed. A pool lay before me, with out hesitation I jumped, I looked around and noticed a figure next to me. I could not recognise him, though I knew he bore some connection to me, his face changed, moulded, into statuesque beauty. A man so beautiful, I felt like crying; but this was not the man I wanted, he changed again, imperfections swooped down and showed him to me. Still beautiful, but real. His hair changed from brown to gold, his eyes to a brilliant blue, he grew up and out, broad shoulders expanding his frame, making him tower over me. I slowly reached out for him, and it went black.

The throne room was in chaos, people ran, screaming, whilst despite it all, five figures stood around a table, all bloodied and battle worn. Sheets of parchment stood littered, with a Great Sword embedded in one corner to prevent it from moving. The building shook, rubble and debris surrounded us, cracks in the once perfect marble floor were now filled with scarlet blood and dirt.

I appeared about six foot in the air, screaming, I fell to the floor with a sickening crack, which should in any laws of physics have broken all the bones in my body. It didn't, but for me, the laws of science does not apply for a place with talking dressmaking squirrels. I heard another thud, and knew it was Peter.

Pushing myself up, almost immediately I glanced around, my vision was suddenly clouded by a tearful, Susan, who threw herself at me. I staggered, still bruised, as she murmured apologies to me and I to her, not really paying attention to what she was saying. I scanned the destruction; Edmund was defiantly the worst for wear; a scar across his face left him almost in a permanent grimace, his arm was in a sling and I could probably guess that his collar bone had been broken. Caspian, his blond hair blood stained, his eyes wild, had no physical injuries, except for a bandage around one knee, which was starched white, I dearly hoped he hadn't dislocated it. Lucy, stood proud, her shoulders back, her long hair tied in a braid, bruised but fairly unharmed. Jill looked about the same as Lucy, a black eye ballooning spectacularly in her right eye.

I looked to Edmund's left, 'Rosie?' I croaked in confusion, slowly extracting myself from Susan. 'Rosie, Rose, is that you?' she looked at me, her head slightly tilted. 'Rhea!' I breathed, 'You..' She nodded, smiling sadly, giving me a tight squeeze. 'I'm sorry..' I began addressing, the company.

'No time for that.' Edmund barked, shooting me a quick smile; 'Peter, we're surrounded, they've taken the west wing, the courtyard and the surrounding fields, we have no access to water and we have only got enough food to last for another three days. Heavy casualties, the damn things just don't want to die. Trufflehunter and Eustace are down – Minotaur. Caspian – dislocated knee, Lucy – broken fingers, Jill – well, you can see, Susan – ok, but sustained heavy blow to the head whilst helping someone back to the infirmary, and me.. well – scar to face, broken bones, dislocated shoulder.' he fired rapidly.

Peter stood stock still, I watched as he muttered under his breath, he addressed Edmund: 'How many down?'

'12, 000'

'How many will be ready to fight within the hour?'

'Possibly 5,000. If that.'

Peter groaned, he was still wearing his England clothes, they did suit him, dark blue jeans were now gently smoking as like mine they were significantly charred.

'Gather them up, I'm going to change.' He gestured at the clothes, with a look of disdain. 'Meet at the main gate in an hour. No later.'

'What can I do?' I asked ferociously, though as I said it I did feel rather childish in the presents of clear war veterans, those who most probably possessed more skill than I could ever hope to achieve.

'You.' Peter ordered, 'Can stay here.' He began to walk away. I ran up to him, turning him sharply to face me.

'I'm not going to stand idly by!' I countered.

'You will follow orders!' he snarled

'Whilst you and your company risk your lives – I don't think so.' I was nose to nose with him now, admittedly I was on my tip toes- I could almost feel the heat radiating from him. I had never been this close to him before, I cursed inwardly, his scent was extremely distracting. He looked me up and down, focusing on my jumper in particular.

'Well, I think differently.' He said calmly.

'I think your wrong!' I shot back. I almost heard the intake of breath, I saw out of the corner of my eye, Susan her hands over her mouth and a most annoying smirk lining Edmund's scarred face.

Peter moved forward, anger emanated from him as he shook with rage: 'Get out.' he whispered, his eyes were blazing. For the first time since I had known him, I was frightened. I blinked back tears, I continued to stare at him defiantly.

'Fine.' I said breaking eye contact, I was shaking, with suppressed rage and worry. My jumper now stifling me, my mousy hair askew, my eyes red and my hands shaking.

'Go.' he said, a little softer this time, he had probably seen the flash of fear in my eyes or maybe he just felt bad, I didn't care.

'Just..' I began, my eyes never leaving his face: 'Come back to me.'