A/N I am soooo sorry that it's taken this long to update! GCSEs were murder, but I passed all of them and didn't get below a B so I'm good. Anyway I am sorry for the wait and hope this makes up for it. I'll update my profile to show all my new… well oldish reviews from months back. I should be updating more frequently now because everything has blown over so unless I'm swamped with A-Levels this story should be done soon. Anyway enough babble, hope you enjoy the chapter.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Edmund sped through the maze of corridors and passages that made up the base, he ignored the people around him as they watched in amazement at the younger King of Narnia. He didn't care, he had to find Lucy, he had to explain, apologise, tell her that he loved her and that she was his favourite little sister.

After half-an-hour of searching he found her curled up behind some barrels in one of the storerooms, thankfully she had stopped crying, he never knew how to deal with her when she was crying. He silently crept nearer and sat down next to her and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry Lu, I didn't mean it like that, it was just a joke, I… I don't know what to say." Lucy raised her head and brushed away the unshed tears.

"No, Ed, I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, I knew that you only meant it as a joke I just couldn't control myself." Lucy laughed.

"We're both idiots aren't we?" Edmund smiled and couldn't resist a jab at his older brother.

"Yeah, but neither of us is as bad as Peter."

"I'm telling him you said that."

"Awww come on Lu, I never told him about that time you inadvertently burnt all those notes he made for that meeting with the Archenland Ambassador and I spent two hours looking for them with him when I knew we weren't going to find them." Lu pouted.

"Fine, but someday you'll have to stop using that as blackmail; Edmund the Just." He simply grinned.

"Only when you confess to him, Lucy the Valiant." Lucy snorted.

"Come on traitor we better go find Peter and Susan before they start to worry." She jumped up and dragged Edmund to his feet and out the door in search of their older siblings.

Meanwhile said older siblings were lost somewhere in the bowels of the camp.

"Su, trust me it's this way, I'm sure of it." Peter held his sister by the elbow and pulled her towards a poorly lit passage way, which actually led to dungeons but don't tell Peter that.

"No! Peter face it, we're lost, we have been wandering around for ages, you've said five times already to trust you and I have and where has it got me," Susan stared/glared at her brother. "Even more lost."

"We are not lost."

"Yes we are."

"No we're not."

"Peter, we haven't seen anybody for at least half-an-hour that means we're lost."

"No, it means we haven't seen anybody." Peter was exasperated, he knew what he was doing, he was High King, High King's didn't get lost; they got locked in cupboards with their younger brothers but they did not get lost.

"Don't you think that if we were headed in the right direction for the party that we'd at least see somebody?" Susan was exasperated, she loved her brother really she did but he really needed to work on his sense of direction.

"Look Su…"

"No you look, you've been leading us for the last half-hour and we haven't gotten anywhere so now it's my turn." Peter sighed.

"Fine," and Susan could hear a mumbled. "Let's see if you do any better." She ignored it.

"Ok, lets go left and she started striding down yet another dim passage way with Peter mumbling behind her.

Half-an-hour later somewhere near the armouries, Peter just gave up and sat down on the floor. Susan looked at him, sighing.

"We're nearly there, come on," Peter just looked at her. "We are."

"We're not."

"Don't start that again." Peter pushed himself up so that he towered of his sister.

"My turn again, lets go this way," and walked down yet another dimly lit passage. Susan groaned a muttered a quick 'Aslan help us'. It must have worked because they had just reached the first intersection when Peter collided with something, or rather someone.

"Peter! Susan! There you are, we've been looking everywhere." Lucy hugged her sister and her brother while Edmund stood off to the side grinning.

"Get lost?" Peter shot a look at his younger brother.

"No, we were just taking a tour of the base before heading for the celebrations." Susan nodded, hoping to mask her own involvement in the 'tour'.

"Sure you were, so you finished, ready to party 'til dawn?" Peter and Susan shared a look.

"Dawn."

"Yep, would you believe it's only a couple of hours away." Susan groaned.

"Were we lo… gone that long." Edmund's grin widened.

"Yep, so ready to welcome in the new day." Another look was shared before the two eldest Pevensies nodded their heads and allowed themselves to led towards the banquet hall.

Early the next morning Edmund woke to see the bed next to him completely empty, Peter had disappeared, again. Sighing Edmund pulled on his clothes and grabbed his sword, noting that Rhindon was missing as well. He headed towards the practice grounds hoping that Peter hadn't gone another 'tour'. He hadn't, he was there practising with Rhindon chopping at a wooden post but he stopped as soon as he heard Edmund approach.

"Nice, at least you aren't too out of practise." Peter shrugged.

"I always practised for an hour each morning before the girls got up, just in case we were ever attacked." Edmund grinned.

"Well chopping up bits of wood can't be very taxing, how about a duel." Peter grinned back.

"You realise you're still going down," he said taking his accustomed opening stance.

"I wouldn't count on it," his brother shot back and soon they were fully immersed in combat and that was where the girls found them hours later.

A/N And though I probably don't have any reviewers left please review I love reading them.