A/N: Hey Bethany here! Back with a new chapter and I know that the last chapter was confusing but it will be revealed later on why Edmund reacted that way. Mainly because I didn't want everything to be revealed in just one chapter and hopefully y'all will continue reading to see what's happening with Edmund and also Alaura's past. There is more to Alaura's past in this one and there is hints too and this chapter doesn't continue much Edmund/Alaura moments but..I should stop talking and let y'all read. Bye!

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Updated: 16/01/13

Chapter Twenty-One: The One with the Complications (Part Two)

Her body felt cold without Edmund's touch she was longing for. She had remained standing, her eyes glued to the door that Edmund disappeared from. She bowed her head in shame, her hazel eyes sparkled with tears. She couldn't cry, she couldn't be weak, she needed to do something. The more the time continued ticking, it felt like it was seconds used for Edmund to continue walking away from her. The last touch from him was when he fixed and tied the cloth, it set her wrist ablaze; a reminder of her mistake, this time it wasn't permanent.

Letting out a long sigh she strode forward, opening the door and stepping through. She decided to head out once again, this time everything felt different. She wasn't going to dwell anymore on her mistake, it was done and over with. The words that she finally understood after the year of therapy lessons, all it took was a faint sound of a door slamming to make it permanent.

The moment she stepped outside, the sun shot down on her. Her eyes stung at the contact and she raised a hand to hover over her face to block the sun's warm rays. Wiggling her free wrist she stared, thinking of what to do for the remainder of the day. Seeing that Edmund wasn't around, she knew it was the best to leave him alone and she hoped that the decision she chose was a good one. Finally she lowered her other hand to grasp the leather handle resting on her hip before grasping another, hearing the blades scratch she placed it in front of her to examine.

Her fingertips gently stroked the side of the blade, her eyes shining and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. She turned the blade over, the tip of the blade poking at her skin she pulled the dagger away. Patting the side of the blade as a distraction she glanced out, her eyes falling on the target range and beside it the dummy that Susan once stood over. Releasing a nervous breath she steadily walked over to the target range, her eyes snapping to the side to see if anyone had their eyes on her.

Her fingers expertly twirled the handle of the blade, letting the blade swing around in in a double loop. She continued until she was within good range before bringing up her hand, she knew it wasn't the best letting the actions of her past through. But this time, she was stronger and she wasn't going to let the cries stuck in the back of head, stop her.

Twirling the blade, she spun with it. The blade scratching the throat of the dummy within one swift motion, she bent her knees; lowering her body, as she sliced the shins of the dummy before kicking her legs underneath and the dummy fell in front of her. She rolled forward, stopping so her legs were straddling the dummy. But her feet were laying atop the wrists of the dummy, she flinched at her placement but leaned forward at the same time to hold the blade against the throat.

She sheath her daggers and arched her back so her hands were resting behind her and flat on her palms before kicking up and placing her feet on the ground. She was stunned her back was still so flexible, distracted by her thoughts she barely registered the warmth lingering on her back. She gasped and twirled around, dropping to the ground and kicking her legs underneath the figure.

Seeing the sword drop from their grip and their arm reaching for it, she rolled forward. Her hands grasping the outstretched arm and rolling twice to the side, having the figure lay on their front and she was once again straddling the person. Her hand were grasping the arms, locked together behind the person's back and her other hand forced their head down with a threatening blade on the nape of their neck.

"Alaura?" hearing the High King's voice. She gasped and immediately rolled over, releasing her grip with her cheeks burning in shame. She heard astonishment clear in Peter's voice, though it was muffled, she helped Peter up to a sitting up position and sheathed her dagger. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, she waited until he regained his breathing. His cobalt eyes were wide and dilated as he examined her flushed expression.

"Sorry. I guess, self-defense kicked in," Alaura murmured weakly, "I'm so sorry, Peter."

"How...in the world did you learn that?" Peter breathed in shock. Alaura shrugged and bit down hard on her lip, "It's amazing! Who knew that someone like you can tackle someone as gigantic as me?" he exclaimed in happiness, his eyes were beaming with pride as he studied her.

"If you come from a hard past like me," Alaura began slowly, "It isn't much of a-" she flinched as the memory played back in her head. "Surprise." she forced out. Peter's smile dissolved into a concerned and gentle expression, she looked down, her fingers grasping and tugging yellowed grass in her tiny hand and ripped them apart.

"I'm surprised that-" Peter began before Alaura nodded, her hand outstretched and facing him.

"I know. That Edmund isn't here." Alaura choked out in a hoarse voice, she gulped and pursed her lips.

"Did something happened between you two?" Peter asked slowly.

Alaura sighed, her eyes refusing to meet his. She uncrossed her legs and stood her, brushing her dress tenderly before flickering her gaze on Peter. Guilt eas evident on her face as Peter closed his eyes at the sight of her. She brought her hand up to wipe away the tears that managed to escape before Peter could see, pulling back she saw the damp dots on the sleeve. She shook her head and tried to regain herself.

"I..ummm. It's complicated, really.." Alaura trailed off, her eyes fixing on the ground in a blank stare. "So..misunderstanding that happened when we began talking about his past...love life." She saw from the corner of her eyes that Peter had stiffened, her shoulders dropped. Was Edmund's past really that depressing? She never felt so much guilt lay upon her as she remembered criticizing him.

Feeling an awkward silence past them she sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. Hearing herself sniff before forcing a smile at Peter, "I'll...talk to you later, Pete." She whispered and patted his shoulder though she was reluctant, seeing him nod. He had remained his High King posture immediately after she had taken three steps away from him. She spotted Susan and she let her feet drag her over to the Gentle Queen.

Her eyes shined with curiosity, seeing Narnians polish their swords. Her eyes briefly laid over her daggers before looking back up, she was reluctant before speaking up. Her voice cracking slightly before she cleared her throat and approached Susan with gentle steps.

"Mind if I join in?" she asked with a soft tone. Susan flickered her gaze on her, she examined her with a questioning look before smiling and nodding at her. Alaura knew that the moment Susan looked at her, she was questioning why she wasn't with Edmund. It made her feel a bit more guilty knowing that she hadn't really taken the time to hang out with the rest of them. Taking the opportunity, she sat down, her hands grasping the material they were using and pulled out her daggers.

Susan stared at her, "I thought you preferred handling the bow and arrows." she pointed out.

"I had much more experience with this." Alaura told her sincerely. She briefly spotted Caspian heading out, his eyes scanning the field in a protective mode. Alaura smiled slightly before scooting closer over to Susan, she bumped shoulders with her. Susan let out a soft laugh and turned to her with a grin, "You know. It's particularly hard to believe that someone like you don't fancy anyone, do you?"

Susan shifted uncomfortably, and Alaura resisted a smile of triumph. Susan coughed, pausing her gliding actions before turning to face her. Susan had a mischievous and eager expression on her face. Alaura shook her head and continued to look at her dagger, examining the blade as she held it up to the sun. Rotating it between her fingers before dabbing any stains on the dagger. Hearing Susan's cough, Alaura turned to her with a small smile.

"What are you playing at?" Susan asked.

Alaura widened her eyes and shrugged innocently, feeling Susan's patience wear off. "I just figured. You'd be fine with Caspian possibly fancying..." Alaura gulped as she run of an excuse.

"Fancying who?" Susan scrunched her perfectly arched eyebrow in jealously.

"Lucy." Alaura choked out. Susan widened her eyes in disbelief, slamming the cloth down in rage. "No...wait..Susan!" she cried out. Susan had stood up, already in long strides to storm up to Caspian. Caspian turned around, his eyes staring down at Susan strangely, Alaura was shocked that he wasn't frightened of Susan. Alaura muttered a quick apology when he turned his gaze on her.

"Caspian," Susan sneered. "What I've heard is that there's this lucky girl that you demand to have?" Caspian widened his eyes and switched his gaze from Alaura to Susan. He began to shake his head before Susan scoffed, Alaura smiled at her temper and her bravery to show jealously. "Can I ask whom the lucky lady is?"

"Susan." Alaura tried, her fingers grasping the sleeve of Susan's dress and failed as she tried to tug her back.

"W-what?" Caspian stuttered and beads of sweat appeared on Caspian's forehead. Alaura bit back a groan at herself, why must she ruined something? "I have no idea..."

Susan scoffed again and jabbed a finger at Caspian's chest. "Pretending to be innocent huh?" she advanced a step closer to him, "Well it isn't fooling me. Tell me, Caspian."

Alaura opened and shut her mouth, trying to form words. "I-I...r-really-" Caspian was cut off.

"Susan!" Alaura breathed out, "I'm sorry. He doesn't fancy Lucy." To her immense fail, Peter had casually strolled by but his sharp ears had managed to catch Alaura's last sentence. Peter's eyes narrowed on Caspian, Alaura groaned. Great, now she had two Pevensie's angry at Caspian so no reason. Alaura pushed at Peter's advancing chest, pursing her lips as she failed.

"You fancy my little sister?" Peter growled and Susan happily joined in with him. Alaura had enough of the turning, immediately she clutched Peter arm and spun him around before kicking at his chest, as he fell to the ground, her feet remained there. Peter gasped for oxygen and immediately she had an apologetic face. Sure enough, when Alaura spun around, Susan had already retreated four steps back in alarm. Ignoring Peter's moan, Alaura wiped her forehead.

"Sorry, Pete. But Caspian does not fancy your little sister," Alaura said, "Susan I'm sorry. I just didn't have anything else to say, I just needed to know if you fancied Caspian or not." Alaura muttered. Caspian's eyes widened in shock and his gaze landed on a flustered Susan, Susan muttered excuses before dashed inside with her hands on her cheeks, humiliated. Alaura sighed and lifted her feet off Peter, immediately she grasped Caspian's arm and dragged him inside.

"I'm really sorry, Caspian." Alaura apologized. "I thought I was doing you a favor. I should have realized that you could make the move by yourself, and I should have known with my adventure with...Edmund." she choked out the last word. Caspian laid a supporting hand on her back, his concerned gaze fixed on her. Alaura resumed staring at the ground, her hands forming into fists as she tried to regain herself once again.

"Did something happen between you two?" Caspian asked. Alaura nodded, "Do you want to talk about it?" he murmured in a soft tone. He was her big brother, he was and he acted like one. She always wanted someone to protect her, she hated being alone in the darkness knowing it would be her next to fight.

"I just need a hug." Alaura whispered truthfully and immediately Caspian wrapped her up in one of his warm embraces that Alaura gratefully accepted. She buried her head deeper against his chest and her arms tightening around him as she felt tears brimming her eyes. She blinked and bit back a groan as a tear dripped down her rosy cheek and splattered unto Caspian's tunic. His hands were rubbing gently against her back in a soothing gesture, with a silent sniff she pulled away and gave him a watery smile.

"Thank you, Caspian. I needed that." Alaura whispered. Caspian nodded, his eyes still looking at the direction from which Susan disappeared to. "I'll fix this." she promised him guilt laced in her tone. Caspian opened his mouth to respond when Alaura held up a hand and shot him a reassuring look, "I made this mess. And I'm going to fix it." Caspian could only look after her in awe, the girl that once had been afraid to act on her feelings is slowly blossoming to a much more confident girl.

With her feet gliding against the ground, her head snapped various directions. Trying to catch the sight of Susan's brown locks, finding the brown texture she let out a soft sigh and walked towards it, opening her mouth as she reached the figure only to be stunned to silence. In front of her wasn't Susan, but the guy that had fixed her injured wrist. Edmund. She immediately snapped her mouth closed, feeling the tension rise in the air as he glanced down at her with a hard expression.

Feeling dread rise from the pit of her stomach as he didn't speak one word to her, the air grew thick. Enough to make Alaura struggle to breath, it hurt her to think what damage she made to their relationship. She wasn't even sure if they were together or not, she blinked away any threatening tears and stepped aside. Her head hung low, he continued remaining tense and Alaura made a movement to step forward.

But she was hesitant, she didn't want to leave this issue unresolved. But sensing that Edmund currently held something against her, she remained quiet and made the quick decision to leave him alone. To leave their relationship alone for the meanwhile, it was a painful step for her, a step away from the guy that gave her so much feelings and confidence. But she just continued forward, accidentally brushing her shoulder against his and immediately she felt the sharp sparks ignited from the simple touch.

She froze but catching on to her action, she forced herself to move away. Shutting her eyes closed as she walked away and nearly bumped to Susan, she snapped her eyes open and regained even breathing. Susan looked down at her, her eyes hard but slightly softened at the sight of her. Alaura just shook her head and shot her a reassuring smile. She needed to fix this, clutching at Susan's arm she tugged her to a free spot.

"I'm sorry, Susan." Alaura began, "I just thought that you and Caspian needed a push." Susan let out a soft laugh at Alaura.

"I wouldn't blame you. I did the same thing with you and Edmund," Susan trailed off slightly as Alaura's eyes softened with sadness, "I should have left you alone and when I did, you managed to do something and figure things out. You did things alone, and you managed to snag the dangerous brother of mine, you are capable of things you know." Susan told her softly. Alaura exhaled sharply, nodding at her words.

"And from what I've noticed. I think you're doing just fine, leaving Edmund alone to think about this situation. And I've heard about your skills with those daggers."Susan nudged at her shoulder and Alaura let out a soft chorus of giggles and nodded at her.

"I'm going to leave you and Caspian alone but I just need one answer," Alaura said and Susan nodded, "Do you fancy him?" Susan's cheeks burned at the mention of those words. Alaura let out a playful huff before nodding at her.

"Yes." Susan admitted, catching Alaura by surprise.

"Well. I'll just let your feelings do the rest." Alaura stated with a smile. "Would you like to train?" she asked shyly. Susan's eyes brightened at the idea and nodded eagerly, jumping to her feet to join Alaura. Together they strolled out of the How and heading once again outside, catching Caspian's eye, Alaura nodded at him. He sighed in relief and Alaura shot Susan a look, only to find her flustered and Alaura bit her lip to contain her laughter.

"Susan, Alaura." Peter greeted them formally, his hands clasped behind his back. "May I ask what you're doing?"

"Training, my dear brother." Susan replied sarcastically. "It would be nice if you brought Lucy out here sometimes. You wouldn't want to leave her defenseless." Susan pointed out with a triumph smirk. Peter shifted uncomfortable with the subject, unable to take their questioning gaze he let out a frustrated sigh and shot Susan a sharp look.

"Just this one time, Su." Peter stated sternly.

"I shall make it the best one day training." Susan replied easily, her eyes beaming brightly as Peter's figure disappeared through the entrance of the How, "Perhaps you can train her with the daggers, she has the same weapon." Alaura nodded hesitantly. They walked over to the same targeting range, the dummy still knocked over from her last session with it. Alaura strolled forward, grasping the dummy and pulling it upright. Just as Lucy joined them with an eager expression, Alaura pressed down on the dummy to have it standing upright.

"I can't believe you convinced him, Su!" Lucy squealed in delight. Alaura barely cringed at the high-pitched tone.

"And lucky enough, Alaura has agreed to train you." Lucy looked over to Alaura in disbelief. Alaura shrugged innocently, her hazel eyes piercing at Lucy's belt; holding a dagger and cordial, "Quite exceptional with the daggers."

"I know. It's quite hard to believe." Alaura laughed uneasily. Lucy pulled out her dagger, just an inch shorter than Alaura's. Lucy beamed in confidence at her tutor, Alaura licked her lips nervously and rubbed her hands together. Alaura too, pulled out both of her daggers and began to twirl them for a warm-up and began to instruct Lucy on warming up her muscles just to be on the safe side.

Alaura gave a small smile as Lucy simply tried to copy her actions. Having Lucy begin to take practice swipes, hovering slightly over the dummy and telling her what the proper places to hit in which she could get an advantage from. Susan had watched with amazed eyes as Lucy picked up what Alaura taught her and only her eyes shone brighter as Alaura did a double hit on the dummy's wrist and managing to capture the arm and twirl behind the dummy to strangle themselves with their own arm.

Just a few paces away from the dummy, Alaura and Lucy had began on using their flexibility to their advantage. Alaura had her back arched, her hands barely touching the ground as she lifted her leg and twirled upright as an advantage to kick surrounding opponents. Lucy struggled with the difficulty of the move and Alaura had managed to twist her move to a easier step. Alaura being caught up with instructing Lucy, she hadn't managed to notice the pair of dark brown eyes settled on her.

Susan watched Edmund with careful eyes. He was leaning against the entrance of the How, his arms crossed and his expression unyielding and his eyes continuously gazing at Alaura. There was a certain glimmer that Susan couldn't make out but she broke out into a small smile at Edmund's expression. She knew he was amazed at what Alaura was capable to do, but managed to hide the awe from his bickering with Alaura earlier.

Alaura stopped her movements, her eyes on Susan. Then she followed her gaze and her eyes fell on Edmund, lowering her arms and looked away with a painful expression. Lucy stared in concern at her while Susan had a tight smile, the three girls distracted by Edmund's and Alaura's position. None had managed to pick up the horse hooves from the side. Just as Alaura turned her head back, she spotted a silver glint caused by the sun and immediately she yelled for Lucy to duck.

She arched her back, having the silver blade whiz by her upright stomach. Alaura straightened up in shock, her eyes glued unto the blade now wedged between the ground. With her breathing hard, she stumbled over to the blade, adrenaline still pumping through her veins. She bent, her fingers caressing the side of the blade gently before grasping the handle.

Her eyes roamed over the writing carved at the side of the blade. Just as Lucy joined her, Alaura whispered. "Telmarines." The same idea struck in both Susan's and Edmund's mind as they were already dashing towards the owner of the blade. Alaura tossed the blade to Lucy and raced after the two, her clammy hands grasping tightly on the leather handle. Heading out into the woods, her arms were covered with scratches from the branches.

Her eyes found the horse galloping away with such speed, she turned to a deeper part of the woods still pumping her legs through the forest. It was then she noticed she was surrounded by only trees, she had gotten lost. She had made a foolish mistake to try and find a short cut, stopping, she tried to regain her breath. She was afraid, she didn't like being alone knowing that danger lurked around the forest. Her red strands struck her face as she snapped her head to numerous directions to find an escape.

She trudged back to the direction she once came from, her eyes widened and her breathing never slowed. With her hair tangled together in an intimate dance, she licked her cracked lips. Her feet stumbling over fallen logs and her hand burning as she grasped unto the bark for support. Her eyes drooping she was unable to notice a fallen log, her eyes snapped open as her feet hooked on it before her body tumbled to the ground. Her head smashing against the hard ground and immediately she blacked out.

Susan had retreated back to the How, followed by a grumbling Edmund. They hadn't spoken a word to each other, both exhausted from the long run only to have failed. The solider had managed to escape and tell news to Miraz, Edmund glanced at Susan's clammy face before sighing, his hand dragging along his sword. Susan's hands weakly grasping unto her bow with an arrow notched. Lucy dashed at them, her hands still grasping the blade of the Telmarine. Her cobalt eyes widened in exhilaration and nervousness as she scanned both of them.

"Where's Alaura?" Lucy gasped, her chest heaving from the run. Edmund jerked in alert, Lucy looked over to Edmund. "Please tell me you saw her!" she pleaded. Edmund closed his eyes and pinched the bridge, Susan knew he was struggling to keep his anger in. Especially after what went between Alaura and him, Susan shifted so she was facing him.

"Whatever differences you guys had, you still liked her." Susan whispered weakly. Edmund snapped his dark eyes at her, "I never saw you so passionate about anything in a long time. Don't let her slip from your fingers."

Edmund strode forward with a hard look, "If you think I'm that cruel not to go after her in the first place, then you don't know me." Edmund growled and turned around sharply, his sword up and pumping against his side as he made his way back to the woods.

A/N: Remember, Alaura is not defenseless. She is knocked out cold. This gets better insight on her relationship with others. And if you guys didn't know what Edmund meant, he meant that he was going after her without Susan's small lecture. And yes, Alaura's clumsiness always gets in the way of something...haha Nothing else to say but...

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