A/N here we go again, gosh, this is addicting. Also, I have been doing nothing but writing for the past week, so if you were wondering how I was cranking out the chapters so fast, that's how, I have no life. I knit and write, and watch movies. Well, I need to know about your views on the romantic intervention, and the survival of different characters.
Your Author in Training,
havah
Peter and Rebecca sat in the kitchen talking for quite sometime, learning about each other. They told each other about their families, and about their lives before Narnia. Peter told of his Narnian experiences, but since Rebecca didn't remember hers, she just followed along. "It was Ed that really won the battle for us, I would be dead without his help," explained Peter.
"Well, I'm very glad that he stopped her from killing you," responded Rebecca.
"Yes, me…too," Peter slowed his conversation and then stopped. Rebecca stopped as well, and they became briefly lost in each others eyes. Then, suddenly, without a word Peter stood up and ran out of the room. He ran past a lounge room, where Susan was reading. She noticed him, and followed him upstairs to his room.
"Peter, what's wrong?" asked Susan concerned. Peter sat on his bed, not making eye contact with Susan. "Peter, tell me now, you look awful, like you've just seen a ghost."
"I-I think maybe I have. It just hit me, I don't know, maybe I was dreaming."
"Peter, you're not making any sense!" exclaimed Susan. She sat down next to him on the bed, and put her arm around his shoulder.
"I don't know what's going on, all that I know is that Rebecca is part of the witch, and she feels it, it's causing her pain every minute," Peter was growing angry, but he could not understand why.
"Peter, you can't always be the hero, someone is going to be in pain, always, you can't help everybody. She'll be alright," said Susan, trying to comfort Peter.
"I can't stand to see her in this kind of pain! Not someone that I think I know. I can't bear this," Peter slapped Susan's hand away as he yelled.
"Peter, I thought I warned you not to fall in love!" said Susan.
"It's not like I can help it! Love is a force stronger then you can imagine. Its powerful, and foreboding. It grips, and won't let go of me, and there's nothing that I can do!" screamed Peter, then he realized his mistake. Telling Susan that he was in love just as he was realizing it himself was not a good idea. She had warned him to stay away from her, and he had gone and done the one un-sensible thing, and totally by accident, that he could have done. Susan looked shocked. She had been going off of a hunch, she was unsure as to whether there was any truth o her accusation.
"Oh Peter, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…you didn't really did you? I mean go and fall in love?"
"I'm not sure, but there is this feeling that is quite different, I felt, I mean, when, never mind, go away." Peter pointed towards the door and looked down at the floor. Susan, however, did not leave. She remained standing there, waiting for Peter to calm down.
"Peter, I'm not leaving you like this, I have never you seen in an emotional state of this magnitude, and I don't really like having you in it. Please try to come out of it, Narnia needs you, Lu and Ed need you, and I need you too," Susan put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he fell back on to his bed, deep in thought.
"I'll try to do the right thing, I really will, I promise." With that, Peter thanked Susan, and bid her exit from his room. She did so, though she wished to have someone with him. Peter sat up, and whacked his head against his bedpost thinking about his stupidity, and over-reaction. What a day, he thought to himself. Could it have gone any worse? Yes, I suppose it could have, someone could have died. I need to sleep on this. And ever though it was only 4 in the afternoon, Peter fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.