Title: Assassination
Disclaimer: Own nothing
Summary: Peter and Susan get into argument and it ends in an unexpected way. SusanPeter.
AN: Movie based. Sorry if the dialoged doesn't sound Kingish and Queenish. I also know that Susan doesn't act gentle in this fic, but in most fics she's seen as the damsel in depress. I mean, come on, she must have some sort of warrior instinct in her even if she doesn't show it. After all, she would be around swords a lot, coz of Peter and Edmund…
It was a few months after the crowning ceremony and Peter Pevensie sat at his throne, his face in his hands. His tried eyes were shut.
God he thought what a day
Susan was still annoyed at him and Edmund had nearly drowned Lucy in the lake.
"What are you doing here?" asked a cold voice
Peter looked up and saw Susan coming towards him, "Talking to me again are you?"
"I asked you first," her voice had sarcasm in it
"I was just sitting here thinking who much it hurt when you slapped me yesterday at the ball," said Peter, his voice also dripping with sarcasm
"Well, you deserved it," she snapped at him, "and you're lucky I didn't slap you in front of everyone."
They glared at each other for a while before Peter said, "I don't know why you're making such a big fuss about it. It was just a joke…"
"Just a JOKE," she said angrily, "Peter you kissed me and would have grabbed my ass if I hadn't stopped you! Why would I see that as a joke? Especially since you're my brother."
FLASHBACK
Susan watched the other dancing couples around her and Peter. She and Peter were breathless from laughing, they came near the open door and Peter pulled her through them, he spun her around and pushed her against the opposite wall.
The open door hides them from view and the only thing that is separating the elder siblings is a few millimeters of air.
"Peter," said Susan, confused, "What are you doing?"
The eldest Pevensie smiled at his younger sister, "You'll see." And without another word he pushed his lips against hers.
Susan eye's widened in horror and surprise. However it got even worse for Susan. Peter's hand, which had been resting on her lower back, moved even lower and Susan knew what his target was.
As quickly as she could she grabbed his hand and pushed him away.
"What was that Peter?" she spat
"What was that?" Peter replied, "Well, that was what you would call kissing, Su."
Susan could tell Peter was mocking her. Angier and confusion filled her and in one steady movement she moved forward and slapped his cheek.
She watched a look of hurt mixed with an anger appear on his face. However he didn't more, just glared at her.
"You are most insensitive, irresponsible being I have ever met," she said before turning and walking back into the hall.
END FLASHBACK
"Look," said Peter, standing up, "I wasn't myself yesterday. I don't know what came over me. I must admit I was irresponsible and insensitive."
"Oh and you think just because you agree with what I said, I'd forgive you," said Susan, "You are so full of yourself."
She turned to walk away, when Peter moved forward and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and turned her to face him, "Do you think I kissed you for no reason at all?"
"Two minutes ago you didn't have a reason, just an 'I don't know what came over me,' said Susan, "but now you have a reason? You are the worst liar I have ever seen."
Before Peter could say another word, Susan had moved away from him and walked out the hall. Demanded to try and become friends with his younger sister again he followed her and was surprised that she had led him to the weaponry room.
He stood at the door and watched as she picked up a set of arrows and a spare bow.
"Susan, can't we just please talk?" Peter asked softly
However she caught him completely off guard, when she turned around and Peter was faced with an arrow in his face. He blinked, "Susan what the hell are you doing?"
"I through with talking," said Susan, "And I through with everyone thinking that just because I'm supposed to be gentle I can't fight. But I can and I have killed before-"
"Are you challenging me?" Peter interrupted her softly. His voice was calm and held no trace of fear. Susan would never hurt him, no matter how upset she was with him. He knew that.
Susan was quietly for a few moments before saying, "And what if I am?"
Peter smirked at Susan, "Well I doubt you're going to get far with a bow. If you're challenging me you have to have a sword in your hand. But I will not fight you."
"Why not?" Susan snapped, her eyes narrowed
"Because firstly," said Peter, "You are my sister and secondly you have no idea how to handle a sword."
Susan stared at him. Not with the soft hazel stare that would be filled with love, concern and trust. This stare was different and Peter admitted to himself he felt slightly uneasy.
Her eyes turned very bright and fire erupted in them. A glint of something different was in them. Something Peter had thought he would never see in them. He had seen the same thing in Edmund's eyes once. When they used to fight. Hate, anger and confusion. She had never given him that stare. Never. She had never given anyone that stare.
He turned his gaze from hers and began to walk away, when he reach the end of the corridor something happen. His hand reached for the door knob but instantly withdrew it, for a six inch dagger had hit the very spot his hand would have been in two more seconds.
Slowly he turned to see his younger sister still standing in the weaponry room, door open and watching him. She no longer held a bow in her hand, but a sword. Not one as heavy as his, but lighter weight. She was expressionless, just stood there like a beautiful statue.
He too stared right back, with a powerful one, but Susan did not flinch. If she wants to fight, Peter thought, then a fight is what she'll get. He knew it was wrong. She didn't even know how to use a sword, yet she was determined that Peter fight her.
With his eyes still on her, he slowly pulled out his sword. A small amused smile came upon Susan's full lips. She knew he'd fight her and she'd give him her best.
Peter walked back towards the weaponry room and Susan. He saw the smile on her lips and felt a ting of anger. Did she think this was a game? Fighting your sister for no reason at all was not a game.
As quick as lighting, he attacked, wanting to end this in the first few seconds, before things turned nasty. However, he felt a steam of surprise. Susan blocked his attack and struck at his sword. Peter blinked.
She knew how to fight. His surprise must have shown on his face (without him meaning it to), because Susan smile. He quickly recovered and struck at her again and again and again. And over and over again she would block them and set out her own attacks.
There swords started to meet each other faster and harder. She swung her sword at him and he ducked and met her sword before she could slam it down on his head. With his other hand he grabbed her hand that held her sword and said, "Susan this is stupid. Were going to end up hurting each other."
"Let go," she snarled, trying to pull away from his grip, but Peter was stronger. He pulled the sword her grip and threw it to the floor along with his own.
"What will be achieved by this Susan," Peter asked, "What are you proving?"
She didn't answer him just struggled with all her might. His younger sister had surprised him, she was fit to be a warrior and she was stronger then he had expected. But he was stronger and he was able to push against the wall, harder then he had intended.
However, Susan through he had done it on purpose and she pushed back with everything she had and managed to elbow him in the ribs. She pushed him to the ground and sat at his hips, pinning him beneath her. She struggled with him. She was starting to get tired, but she demanded to win. Prove that she was not a push-over.
She grinded her teeth and wished she had more strength, her arms were sore from restraining Peter. Finally she gave in and felt her arms give in to tiredness. Taking advantage of her sudden collapse, Peter took told of her waist and flipped her over so she was beneath him.
She didn't move, just lay beneath him. Peter held her tired arms against the floor, incase she gave a sudden attack. He looked downed at the pretty girl beneath him. She was tried, he could tell, but he didn't blame her.
"You have skill," Peter said softly, "More then I expected. I could use somebody like you in my army."
"I'm no soldier Peter," she said, looking up at him
"No," he agreed, "But you're good enough."
He watched her eyes widen slightly in surprise at his words. They didn't say anything, just looked at each other.
"Do you want to know something?" Peter asked, his voice still soft
"What?" said Susan, she had regained her breath
"You never did ask me what my reason was for kissing you last night," he said, not taking his eyes off hers.
She moved to sit up, and Peter got off her. She stood up and Peter followed, "Wait, please Susan, just here me out."
She turned to face him and said, "Like I said Peter, I through talking." Nothing more was said because Susan moved forward and crushed her lips against Peter's.
For a moment his eyes widened in surprise but he soon closed them and kissed Susan with everything he had. Her arms went around his neck and moved backwards, pulling her brother with her. She felt for the door and slammed it shut.
Peter pushed her back against it and in no time at all, his hands were in her messy hair and his lips were along her neck. Soon she felt warm lips against her collarbone, and teeth nib into her skin. Her head tipped back slightly and let his hand move from her hair to around her waist. But one trailed lower and lower. She gasped and pressed the back of her head into the door.
They could have continued if they hadn't heard voices outside. As quick as a flash Peter and Susan moved away from the door just as it opened to reveal Edmund and Lucy. They stepped away from each other. Susan pulled up the part of her dress that was hanging a little off her shoulder.
"See," said Lucy, "I told you Peter would be here. Now you can both teach me."
Edmund rolled his eyes behind Lucy's back, while Peter said, "Teach you what?"
"To use my dagger probably," said Lucy proudly
Peter shrugged and said, "I supposed we could teach her, right Ed?"
But Edmund wasn't listening to the convocation, Peter watched his brother's eyes move from the deserted blades on the floor to Peter then to Susan. He gave his older sister a one-over and noticed her messy hair and slightly red shoulder, where Peter knew that tomorrow would have his teeth marks bruised on them. They would stand out too, against her pale skin.
Edmund may be younger then Susan and Peter but he wasn't stupid. Peter could tell his brother was putting everything together. Suddenly an amused smirk appeared on his small face and he looked up at Peter. Their eyes met and Peter knew instantly that Edmund had a very good idea about what had been happening.
"Were not interrupting anything are we?" he asked, trying to stop the amused smile that was creeping onto his pale face
"No," said Susan and Peter in union. Peter looked back at his younger brother and saw him shake his head a little, then grin and clear his throat.
"Well I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we?" said Edmund, not taking his eyes off the eldest boy.
Peter nodded, while Susan picked up the swords and gave Peter back his and replaced the other on the wall.
"I think I'll go and see when dinner will be ready," said Susan. She walked out the room, avoiding her younger brother's eyes.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Lucy. Peter was very much thankful that Lucy had not got any idea of what had happened.
"Don't worry about it, Lu," said Edmund, his voice starting to cracking from restraining from laughing, "You understand when you're a little older."
She shrugged. "So," she said innocently, as she pulled out her dagger, "What happened between you two? You looked awfully uncomfortable when we walked in and Susan was pulling her dress over her shoulder."
Peter's stomach dropped a few inches. Maybe his nine-year-old sister knew more to this then he thought. He could see Edmund was enjoying himself. His eyes were starting to pool with tears from silent laughter.
"I was just teaching her to fight," said Peter. It would have been the end of it if Edmund hadn't opened his mouth.
"Are you sure, Peter?" he asked mockingly. Peter glared at him to be quiet, but it what Lucy said that put him in a difficult situation.
"Did you kiss?" her childish voice made the question sound very innocently.
"No, of course not," he said scowling at the younger two
"Now, now Peter," said Edmund, using a mocking stern voice, "There's no need for any lying."
"Do you want to learn how to use the dagger or not?" Peter snapped at the younger girl
She was slightly taken aback from his sudden attack and Peter instantly regretted it.
"Come on," he said, in a calmer voice, "Let's see what we can get done before dinner."
Chapter 2 coming soon!