A/N ok, here you go, this is where the romance begins to come up, enjoy.
Your Author in Training,
havah
"We'd better not all question Rebecca, then she'd know that something was up," offered Susan.
"Yeah, you're right, we'd better have just Peter do it," seconded Oreius.
"Why me?" asked Peter, not really wanting the burden on him entirely.
"Because you care the most, and you know the most," said Lucy. Peter sighed, but agreed to talk to her when she came home. About half an hour later, she came in.
"Peter, you're up, are you alright?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine, can I talk to you privately for a bit?" asked Peter. The girl agreed, and he led her into a study with a few comfortable armchairs. "Can you tell me a bit about your experiences in Narnia for the past couple of weeks?" he asked her once they were comfortable.
"All I can remember is entering through a painting, and almost immediately being attacked, and taken to the witch as a prisoner. After that, I don't remember too much, I'm sorry," Rebecca looked down at her feet, as if she were ashamed of her lack of memory.
"It's alright don't worry about it. Now, do you know who killed the witch in battle?" he asked.
"Aslan, but Edmund was a great help to her downfall," answered the girl after only a second of thought.
"Hmm, now what is Edmunds favorite thing to eat?"
"Turkish delight I would assume, but im too sure," she answered.
"How do you know these things?" asked Peter, as kindly as he could.
"I- I don't know, they just came to me," said the girl, a bit shocked after thinking about it.
"Ah, yes, now I see. Do you feel anything? Anything different from what you normally feel?" he asked, suddenly softening.
"Yes, I, Peter, can I trust you?" Rebecca suddenly became grave and serious.
"Yes, of course you can," he said.
"Peter, I'm still the witch's prisoner." There was a long moment of silence, which was broken only by the soft tears of Rebecca. Without thinking, Peter crossed the room to her, and held her tightly in his arms. They sat there in almost-silence for minutes, but it seemed like hours. He comforted her, and she cried.
"So, by that you mean you know that she is inside you?" Peter asked tenderly.
"Yes, but how did you know?" she asked.
"We talked to a dryad, and he explained about a spell that the witch may have preformed on you and 12 others. You have just given us the information that we need to know that it took place. Now, if you are ok, could you please answer a few more questions?" asked Peter, returning to his chair.
"I think so."
"Alright, are you always partly her, or are you sometimes you, and sometimes her?" asked Peter.
"I am mostly me, but once o twice a day, I feel different, trapped, and she starts to take me over."
"Alright, well, I guess that's really all I have to ask you, thank you very much," Peter stood to go, but Rebecca stopped him.
"Peter, kill me, please." Peter was taken aback by her request.
"Why?"
"Because I am doing the witches deeds. I told those dwarves to come and kill you all, and the wolves, but not me, the witch inside of me," Rebecca began to silently cry again. Peter walked over, and sat down next to her.
"I'm not going to kill you, but I think there's a way that we can get her out of you. We need five more members of the witch, other then the dwarves, and there's a dangerous ritual, but I think we can do it. Until then, we are going to keep a very close watch on you, to make sure that you kill no one on accident." Peter was kind, but firm in his decisions, and he again rose to leave, this time helping her up with him. "You look awful, let's go and have something to eat," he suggested. They both walked to the kitchen I silence, and sat down.