Disclaimer: Everything is the beautiful work of CS Lewis. I'm merely tapping into his characters for my own infatuation I seem to have with Peter Pevensie.

A/N: I know I said I wasn't going to update in a month and since I posted the last chapter after I told you guys that sorta showed that I wasn't going to uphold that promise. Some of you didn't seem to mind, hehe, but since I'm leaving in a day I thought to post this chapter today. I hope you guys will like it, it turned out differently than thought. But this time, the next chapter will be out after I get back. Which is three weeks. I hope you guys can wait that long. Anyway, enough yapping, here it is :) Enjoy:

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I Hope It's Lost In Translation

The trees seemed to blur together as I tried to regain my wits whilst the panic was threatening to overwhelm me. I heard the crunching of footsteps as suddenly dark-haired men ran past me. Ignoring me fully. I wasn't so sure if I should feel relieved by it all. I put my hand on my mouth knowing that any sound would possibly bring their attention to me and I wanted to avoid that. I pushed myself back against the tree and I heard the harsh whispers of the men in a language I couldn't understand but all in all, the message was clear.

Where were they?

I moved my feet closer to the tree hoping I would be able to flatten myself against the tall brown tower that seemed to be my only chance when all hell broke loose. My foot may have broken a twig or something to attract attention and I had dropped my hand and gasped out loud. The twig they didn't seem to hear, me gasping was another story. There were two soldiers. Two. And their eyes turned to mine simultaneously. Everything froze for two seconds when both of them raised their swords at the same time.

They charged at me and I froze. Not able to do anything. I suppose this was why I wanted something to defend myself against. Or maybe it was a good thing because I knew I would hurt myself more than the others and the result would've been still the same. I closed my eyes hoping the blow would hurt less if I didn't know when it was coming.

Out of nowhere though I heard a cry of pain. My eyes snapped open and I saw Peter run him through right in front of my eyes. He pushed his sword right through the soldier's side and retracted it as the body fell limp. Blood dropping from the wound and his mouth. I felt my chest tighten and I couldn't make a sound. Dark glassy eyes peered into mine as suddenly they fell empty. He was dead. Peter didn't hesitate though and he had raised his sword again to strike the other one. I closed my eyes but it didn't drown out the sound.

Peter just killed two people.

"Ana? Ana! Can you hear me?" I opened my eyes to find Peter stare at me worriedly. There was blood on his shoulder and from the stain on his tunic it seemed like it was his own as the pool seemed to grow.

"Blood." I murmured. "You… a lot of blood." I felt his hands on my shoulders. They seemed so warm. I exhaled shakily.

"Ana, snap out of it." I glanced upwards.

"I never saw someone die before." My voice sounded not like my own and I leaned forward feeling nauseas. My forehead rested against his chest. I could smell the copper blood on his clothes as he seemed to be drenched in it.

"We need to go." He ordered and he pulled me away from the bodies around us and I wondered if their families would cry. Even though they attacked us first. I realized I wasn't really keeping up with Peter and he seemed to notice that as well as he tugged harder on my arm pushing me to keep up. I breathed loudly as my feet seemed to quicken their pace. The trees blurred again and I blindly followed Peter to wherever he was planning to take us.

Suddenly I heard the foreign tongue again and Peter pushed us behind another tree. His weight pinned me against the tree and suddenly everything dawned upon me. I felt a lump in my throat grow and my eyes filled up with tears. They spilled over immediately and I spluttered a sob. Peter's attention was on me. I knew he wanted me to be quiet and I put my hand on my mouth again muffling any sound that wanted to escape. I scrunched my eyes close and felt the tears run down my cheeks, down the hollow of my throat.

Peter pressed his forehead against mine as he grasped the one hand that was between our chests. He squeezed it gently as he shushed in my ear. The adrenaline seemed to leave my body and I felt shaky.

"Don't make a sound." Peter whispered. A silent plea in it. I could only nod and the warmth that seem to be on my chest pressed closer.

Peter seemed to listen carefully as every faux pas could lead to our deaths. I don't think I completely grasped that fact but when the sounds were moving away from us his muscles relaxed. He pulled away from me slightly his eyes glaring at me.

"What were you thinking Ana? Why weren't you with the others?" I blinked; it took me a while to understand what he was talking about.

"I-I…We got separated." I whispered and his hands were gripping my shoulders firmly, I wondered if it would leave a mark.

"Don't you understand? You could've gotten killed if I didn't get there in time." I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat as tears suddenly spilled over. I suddenly recognized the feeling that was churning uncomfortably in my stomach. It was embarrassment. I leant fully against the three as I listened to Peter's rant. I stopped listening and just focused on harshness of it all.

"Ana! Are you listening?" He shook my arm and I lost my footing, crashing into him with all my weight. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face in the crook of his neck.

"You came." I murmured and after a while, when Peter got over his shock, he wrapped his arms around me. His hands rubbing circles on my back. Soothing me in a way I never thought he could.

Suddenly a thought crossed my mind again. Blood. Peter's blood. I pulled away with a gasp and eyed his right shoulder. I swallowed thickly, my mouth dry.

"You're bleeding." I whispered and I touched his shoulder gently wondering whether it hurt or not. If it did Peter didn't show anything and he grasped my cold hands in his.

"We need to find the others." Peter said firmly and he looked around us, as if the trees would give us signs which way to go.

"But how are we going to find them Pete?" I asked. "We're god knows where, not to mention those soldiers are still out there. If we get caught…" I trailed off slowly, scared of whatever the ending of that sentence could've been.

"Oh, now you're thinking?" Peter remarked and I narrowed my eyes at him. My emotions taking a different route. I crossed my arms and glared at the blond as he seemed to be thinking of a solution.

"We need to…" He murmured to himself and he suddenly grabbed me by my arm and pushed him in front of him.

"We need to?" I elaborated as he pushed me again, forcing me to walk. My feet were completely torn apart, or so it felt, yet I couldn't bear to complain. Somehow the current situation seemed worse than thought.

"The gorge." Peter said. "We need to go there." I nodded, remembering the height on which it stood.

"What about Trumpkin? Where is he?" I suddenly asked when the dwarf entered my mind.

"He was supposed to take the others to the gorge since you got lost." I hated the edge in his voice. It was unnecessary and I already felt like an idiot. I couldn't defend myself here, I knew that, but to make me as little as possible wasn't really an option.

"No need to patronize me Peter. I know it was stupid, might as well drop it." I snapped. Peter grabbed my arm again and he spun me around till I was facing him. He was furious and his blue eyes were piercing through mine brown ones.

"Patronize you?" He brought out, he sounded like he was trying to restrain himself. "I think I'm entitled to since you were so bloody reckless to do something which was completely out of the question. I told you to follow Edmund yet you managed to get lost, not only risking your own life but mine as well. A thank you would've been enough but instead of telling me that, you're showing me attitude?" I looked at Peter blankly as he hissed all those words.

"You think I did that on purpose? It wasn't my intention to get lost." I responded, my voice turning up a notch as I poured my frustration on to him. "I don't know these woods like you do."

"Shut up." Peter cut me off. "Stop victimizing yourself and then we'll talk about being patronizing or not." I snapped my mouth shut and glared at him. My eyes were burning with the amount of tears I had shed in the last hour and for the first time I suddenly realized how stupid I was.

Peter was allowed to be angry with me.

I looked at him through the corner of my eye and saw him pinch the bridge of his nose, he seemed aggravated, and he exhaled loudly. "Keep on walking Ana." He said blandly and I tried to let the coldness of his voice not affect me.

Easier said than done.

As Peter urged me to walk and I had no choice but to trust him blindly. And even though I was hurt by what he said, not regarding the fact it was true, I still worried about his shoulder. I observed him long enough to see that he was having a bit of trouble and even though he was far too arrogant to admit it, I wish he'd at least tell me. As we reached the familiar clearing we had passed a few hours ago I knew that it wouldn't be too long before we'd be with the others again. I just hoped that they didn't get in any kind of trouble.

"Ana, you're going the wrong way." Peter's voice rang in my ears and as I looked up I saw he was standing in between two trees. He beckoned me to follow him and I sighed, pulling at my dress and headed towards him. He was still standing there, waiting for me. I decided to walk past him when he suddenly grabbed my arm. I swear to God that his fingers have left imprints on my arms. I stopped walking and turned to him slowly.

"You know why I said it, don't you?" He asked and I shrugged. He sighed and somehow everything got lost in translation when he bended forward and kissed me. My eyes closed involuntarily and my mind couldn't form anything coherent. I was solely focused on the one thing that mattered right now. And that was his lips.

I think I sighed in the kiss as I stepped closer to him, our bodies pressing to each other. His hands were on my waist and my hands lay limply on his chest. His kiss felt brief, and it was. Suddenly I realized what he was doing and my eyes snapped open and I stepped away from him quickly.

"You can't do that." I hissed at him. He looked befuddled. I tried to ignore the confusion in his eyes and the emotion it called upon me.

"Do what?" I motioned to him, my arms flailing. I was acting like such an idiot.

"That." I hissed and Peter suddenly rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms and I glared at the silent mirth that shone in his eyes.

"I wasn't the only one participating Ana. If I recall, you didn't mind." He stated smugly and I huffed.

"Because you surprised me." I defended myself and I realized my voice was getting squeaky. I cleared my throat and settled for glaring at Peter.

"If that's what you want to call it." Peter responded calmly and suddenly I was really upset. My eyes burned and I looked at Peter.

"I've had it." I brought out angrily. "You can't just go around and kiss people randomly. You can't just kiss me!" A tear spilled over and I brushed it away quickly. Peter's eyes softened.

"Alright, I won't do it anymore." I wasn't so sure whether I wanted that. "I'll ask for your consent next time." Now that was slightly better. "Are you alright with that?" I swallowed thickly looking at him with a hurt expression.

Didn't I matter at all? Was I only good for that? But the worst of all. Didn't I have any self respect, just because Peter happened to make me tingle, didn't mean he could have all of this power over me? It didn't feel right, not at all. And not because I didn't want Peter like that. I did, but somehow the timing didn't feel right. I looked at Peter and wanted to push him away from me. Hit him, do anything that made him hurt but I couldn't move.

"I'm not alright with that." I murmured. "I'm not." I repeated again with more strength in my voice. "I'm sorry that you seem to think so but I'm not like that and I do not want to give you the wrong idea."

"Ana, I didn't mean it like that." Peter interrupted as he grabbed my wrist.

"Really?" I snapped. "How did you mean it then? Because apparently we are not on the same track here."

"Ana, hear me out." Peter began and I pulled my wrist out of him. "Ana, could you stop behaving like a child? It's getting rather old" I fought the urge to stamp my foot but pushed him away from me instead. He stumbled backwards slightly, surprised by the display of anger.

"Bloody hell, what was that good for?" He exclaimed surprised.

"Do not act like a bloody moron, it doesn't suit you Pete." I hissed and with that both of us continued the journey to the gorge again. Both of us angry, hungry and aggravated with each other more than usual.

A/N: Lame ending, ah well *shrugs* I hope you guys will leave me a review. My muse welcomes them with open arms :D

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