AN: Ugh, this took me forever to write! I every single time I started to write this chapter something happened that made me stop. But I've finally written it and gotten it up! Aren't you glad?

"A beach party." Peter repeated in a flat, 'You're-kidding-right?' tone of voice.

"It's not a beach party." Susan told him. "It's just a slumber party at a house near the beach."

Some friends from school were having a slumber party at one of their Uncle's friend's cousin's beach house (Or something like that) all Susan had heard was the shrill whine of, "You never do anything with us anymore, we don't have the plague you know!" She knew they were right and desperately wanted to prove that she could still have fun with them.

"And at this party, how are you going to avoid I don't know..." Peter pretended to be in deep thought. "...Growing a tail?" He added in a snappy voice.

"I wont go near the water." Susan promised. "It's too late in the year for swimming anyway. We'll be in the house the whole time."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Peter asked, starting to give in.

Susan nodded. "They're my friends and I hardly do anything with them anymore because of this stupid secret. For once, I just want to have a normal fun time with other girls my age."

"I guess that means it would be weird if Edmund or I tagged along?" He tried.

Susan looked horrified. "I'm not bringing my brothers to a sleep-over!"

"Well, can you at least take Lucy with you? just in case something goes wrong?"

"Are you kidding me?" Susan snapped.

"Alright, fine." Peter said. "have fun tonight and be safe."

"I will." She promised.

In the hallway, Edmund and Lucy were in the middle of a rather humorous argument.

"Please, Edmund?" Lucy begged with her hands pressed together. "Pretty Please?"

"No!" Edmund was adamant.

"Please?" Lucy continued to beg. She was holding out a rather ugly doll to him. "Just put it in your closet."

"Why?" Edmund asked looking at the doll as if it was a pile of dog poop.

"Because then I know I'll never see it again." Lucy explained. The doll had been a gift from Grandma Pevensie. It was the scariest thing Lucy owned and it gave her the creeps. She was desperate to get rid of it.

"Oh very funny Lu." Edmund laughed and tried to walk away.

"I'm serious, Ed!" Lucy insisted. "Please, this thing has the freakiest glow-in-the-dark eyes. It scares me at night."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "It's a doll! What's it going to do to you? Force you to play, 'tea party of doom'?"

"Oh, you're no help!" Lucy snapped.

"Why don't you ask Peter to lose Demon-doll?" Edmund offered, eager to get away from Lucy and her freaky play thing. "He'll do it."

"Pshaw!" Lucy shook her head. "Peter never loses anything."

"That's not true." Edmund said.

"He color-codes his underwear draws!" Lucy said.

"That's true." Edmund sighed. "Fine, I'll lose the stupid doll for you, so Mum doesn't find out you hate it and tell grandma."

"Thanks Ed! You're the best!" Lucy grinned thrusting the doll into his arms and running back into her room.

Peter walked by and looked at the freaky-eyed doll in Edmund's arms. "I don't want to know."

"It's not mine!" Edmund protested as Susan walked by laughing at him.

Late that night, Peter sat on the couch reading one of his mother's house keeping magazines. He didn't even know what he was reading because he was too busy worrying about Susan. Was she okay? What if the girls pulled a prank that involved water and her tail appeared? What if...

Suddenly Edmund's voice broke the silence. "Where's Susan?"

"At a slumber party." Peter told him.

Edmund looked at him like he had five heads. "Are you insane?" He shouted at his brother. "You let her go out during the full moon?"

"The full moon's tomorrow." Peter yawned starting to feel sleepy.

"No it's tonight." Edmund said in a panicked voice. "Look at the calendar." Then he ran over to the window and opened the curtains. "Or better yet, look outside!"

"Oh no." Peter groaned as soon as he realized his mistake. Susan was probably moon-struck and she was right next to a beach...what could be worse? He grabbed the keys to his father's car and raced out the door. "I'll be back."

"Wait for me!" Edmund called from the front door. Peter didn't hear him he was already starting up the car.

Susan was sitting on the floor in the middle of the beach-house's living room with her friends. They were all braiding each other's hair and gossiping. A glass bowl of popcorn was in the middle of their circle. Susan glanced down at it as the moon was rising. The moon's reflection on the glass caught her eye. She stood up and walked out the glass door to the deck that was right by the sea, while the other girls continued to talk amongst themselves.

The door bell rang. The girl throwing the party went to answer it.

Peter stood there feeling more than a little uncomfortable standing in front of seventeen girls in their pajamas.

Three of them freaked out and started combing their hair so they didn't look messy in front of a boy and the others waved at him.

"Hello, is Susan there?" He asked. "Something's come up and I have to bring her home. I'm her brother."

The girls instantly lost interest in the new guest because he was the brother of one of their friends and they had this weird rule that they didn't date friend's relatives.

"She's out back." Someone said.

Peter raced to the back of the house where sure enough, Susan was swimming in the water near the deck under the moonlight, her tail fully formed.

"Susan!" Peter called down to her.

She looked up at him and he felt a chill up his spine when he realized the moon was reflected in her eyes. She was moonstruck alright.

He offered her his hand to help her up. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

Susan giggled indifferently, but she grabbed a hold of his hand anyway. Peter was prepared to pull her up but before he had a chance to, she pulled him down into the water. He landed in with a splash.

"Come on, Su." He said as soon as he had caught his breath. "We've got to get you out of this moonlight."

Susan muttered something about Mako Island but with less insistence than she had during the last full moon. He noticed she didn't look like she was doing well. She looked almost frightened.

Suddenly Peter felt like he was swimming in the artic. The water was freezing. He also noticed that Susan was starting to swim father out into the ocean. He swam after her and tried to pull her ashore. Of course it had to be high up the coastline to avoid being seen by anyone which made it even harder but he managed. That is until he realized he could barely feel his hands. He looked down at them. They were practically incased in ice. Why in the world was Susan turning the water into an ice bucket? It wasn't her fault though, he knew she couldn't control it.

Once on land, Peter tried to warm himself. He tried to start a fire but failed because his numb hands kept losing grip of the wood. Susan turned and looked at him strangely.

"Here." She put her hands on his and started to boil away the ice.

"Thanks." His hands felt a little too warm now but he wasn't going to complain it was an improvement.

"This isn't Mako." Susan said sulkily, gazing up at the moon.

"No it isn't and you're not going there." Peter said firmly still shivering because although his hands were warm nothing else was.

Susan tried to get back to the water but Peter had pulled her so far away from it that all she could do was flap her tail up and down like a beached whale. After a while, she tired herself out and fell asleep. Peter finally was able to light a fire and ended up falling asleep next to her shortly afterwards.

The next morning Susan woke up and looked around her. Where was she? All she could see was sand, a fire pit and trees. She heard light breathing. Someone was lying on the beach next to her.

"Peter?" She gasped when she recognized him.

"Five more minutes, mum." He muttered.

"It's not mum, and we're not at home." Susan told him.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I fell asleep?'

"Where are we?" Susan asked him.

"Last night was a full moon." Peter explained. "You saw it, I went after you...we ended up here..."

Susan looked down at his hands. "What happened to your hands?"

They had minor burns on them. Peter knew they were from when she'd unfrozen them but decided not to tell her that. She'd feel bad and even though she'd been moonstruck he knew she'd just been trying to help.

"I had some trouble lighting a fire." Peter said, at least it wasn't a lie. He still felt bad about that other lie he'd told her.

"How did you find me?" Susan asked.

"I took dad's car and drove to your friend's house and you were swimming in the water near the deck." Peter said as they got up and started to walk around hoping they were going the in the direction of where ever Peter had parked the car.

"Mum and dad must be so worried." Susan said. "And it's all my fault."

"No, it's my fault." Peter insisted. "I should've known when the full moon was."

"How bad was I this time?" She looked worried.

"Not terrible." Peter said. "You weren't very pushy this time."

"Well that's good." Susan sighed.

"Susan, there are some things I wanted to tell you." Peter said as they continued walking side by side.

"Alright." Susan wondered why he looked so nervous. "What is it?"

"Do you remember last time you were moonstruck and you asked me if there was anything that happened that I was keeping from you and I said no?"

Susan nodded. She'd had a feeling there was something he'd been keeping to himself about that night.

It's time for the painfully awkward moment of truth, Thought Peter as he said, "Well something did happen...after Edmund and Lucy went to bed, we...well...uh..." He was starting to wish he'd never brought the subject back up but it was too late now. "we kissed." Susan hadn't seen that coming. "We what?" she stopped walking and looked at him in disbelief.

"Well actually to be more exact, you kissed me but that's not really the point." Peter told her.

"I did what?" Susan gasped. "You've got to be joking."

Peter shook his head.

Susan let out a groan. "Anything else?"

"Yes...but not about you." Peter said. "The other thing I wanted to tell you was more about me."

"Is it about being a Burke?" Susan asked before she could stop herself.

"Sort of." Peter mumbled.

"Oh." they started walking again.

"Do you remember when you told me you were in love with me?" Peter asked.

Susan glared at him. Of course she remembered. "I thought we agreed that that conversation never took place."

"I know." Peter said. "But I think you should know, I lied to you."

"About what?" Susan asked, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Not feeling the same way." He said.

"Wait, so you do have feelings for me?" Susan asked in more shock than even she thought it was possible for a person to be in.

"To put it lightly, yes." Peter chuckled at bit. "Susan, you don't know this but, I've been in love with you for a long time."

This has got to be a dream I'm having, Susan thought. There was no way he could actually be saying this to her.

"It started in Narnia." Peter confessed. "After we danced at the coronation feast." He paused for a moment remembering. Then, "You have no idea how much I hated your suitors. Even the nice ones."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Susan asked him. Maybe if he'd spoken up sooner, things would have been different.

Peter looked at her like she was insane. "Susan, think about it, you didn't even know I was adopted then. Can you honestly say that you wouldn't have been completely disgusted if I'd told you how I felt?"

"I can't." Susan admitted.

"That's why I never said anything." Peter told her. "Oh and remember when I almost married that princess from the lone islands but didn't?"

Susan had always wondered about that. That Princess had been a very nice girl and a friend of hers and Lucy's. Peter had seemed to like her quite a bit. They'd even been engaged for a while but he'd called it off.

"The reason I couldn't marry her was because..." He started to get a little red in the face. "She wasn't you...It wouldn't have been fair to her. I couldn't even love her a quarter as much as I loved you. That's why I called it off so suddenly."

"If all that's true, they why did you tell me you didn't feel the same way?" Susan asked feeling suddenly annoyed.

"Because I was...in fact, I still am worried about what'll happen." Peter said. "Admitting how I feel means, that I'm not really a Pevensie like you, Edmund and Lucy."

"You'll always be one of us." Susan told him kindly.

"Maybe." Peter looked doubtful. "Maybe not." Then he let out a sigh. "I mean think about all the people that don't even know about where I came from, if they knew how I felt about you how do you think they'd react?"

"Not well?" Susan cringed at the thought.

"Where's the car?" The change in subject happened because Peter noticed that although they were at the place where he'd parked their father's car, the car wasn't there.

"I guess we're walking." Peter said. "Dad is going to kill me."

"We'll just tell him it was my fault." Susan said.

"We will do no such thing."

"Will too."

"Will not."

"Peter?" Susan asked a while later as they got closer to home. "I'm confused, if we're not brother and sister and we can't be anything else...what are we?"

Peter shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea."

AN: So whatja think? Please review! I really would love to hear your thoughts. BTW: Keep your eye out for the next chapter of "The Susan Code" it'll feature something you might want to know about in the author's note so be sure not to miss it! Oh and please review!