I'm posting this chapter so close to the others because I received a review from a very disgusted person, giving me a rough time about a mary sue. I deeply apologize for "defiling the works of C.S. Lewis" and I will try harder not to do it again. I might add that if this upsets you so much, you might try two things, one, give me some actual suggestions, or just don't open it! I'm not a good author, and I'm fairly new to it. I am only finishing this story because I made a promise to a couple of people, but other then that, my Mary Sue and I will leave FanFiction alone. Ok, this is a rather short chapter, but I wanted to end it here, so there you go, sorry if it upsets anyone, but it feels right to me! I hope that you all have been enjoying this, and more is coming!

Your author in Training,

havah

Rebecca awoke wondering where she was, and what had happened. Then she looked around, saw Oreius and Mr. Tumnus bending over her, and she remembered. The fire, the screaming, the yelling, the magic, it was all coming back in a whirlwind of color. Then all of a sudden a sight caught her eye. Peter was lying on the floor next to her, and without thinking, she screamed. "Miss, are you alright?" asked Mr. Tumnus rushing to her and bending down to her level.

"Is- is he d-dead?" asked Rebecca, afraid of what the answer may be. Mr. Tumnus looked pained, and Rebecca's fears deepened.

"We don't know. Lucy's healing cordial didn't wake him, but we aren't sure that it didn't cure him either. Let's just look on the bright side shall we? Did the ritual work?" said Mr. Tumnus, trying to stifle a smile.

"Yes, I believe it did, I feel free. Why haven't we moved him to a bed?" asked Rebecca, confused, concerned, and not wanting to talk about herself.

"Well, to tell you the truth, we were afraid to move either of you, in case you lashed out. I am very sorry; perhaps we should be moving him. What do you think Oreius?" The faun looked up at the centaur for advice, and waited while he thought.

"Well, the girl awoke fine; I say we give it a try. It may be the best thing to do," decided Oreius after only a few minutes of thinking. Mr. Tumnus helped to lift Peter's limp body on to the back of Oreius, and then kept him stable as they walked up the stairs. Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Susan, and Rebecca followed them up the stairs, and help to lay Peter gently on his bed.

"I suggest that we take shifts with him, just in case he needs anything," offered Lucy. "The people not on shift can sleep, and when they are too tired to stay awake, they wake the next person."

"That's a very good idea Miss Lucy. It's getting late, and we all need out rest after the days events," agreed Mr. Tumnus with a smile, this time genuine, but short lasting.

"Exactly how long was I out? It can't have been more then noon when I transformed!" asked Rebecca.

"Well, it is now late, and time for sleep, so I'd say you were out for at least nine hours," said Susan. "who wants the first shift?"

"I do," volunteered everyone at once.

"I think that the first shift belongs to me. If it weren't for me, none of this would've happened, and I've slept nine hours already," said Rebecca.

"Yes, well, if you insist on a shift, it might as well be the first one, that way we won't have to wake you up late at night," reasoned Susan, "But you don't have to take a shift."

"I insist on taking at least one!" said Rebecca.

"Alright, here's the deal. Rebecca, after 2 hours, you come and wake me, and I'll relieve you. Then I'll wake Mr. Tumnus, then Oreius, then Edmund, and finally Lucy. If we're lucky, we won't need all of us. Agreed?" said Susan.

"Agreed" chimed in everyone else. Then they all went their separate ways, and Rebecca pulled up a chair. She knew that she would not wake Susan when it came time. This was her responsibility, it was her fault. Peter had insisted on reforming the ritual, for her, she had messed up, and whatever happened to Peter was entirely her fault. The thought that he may have given her life for her brought her to tears. Rebecca stayed in the chair, with her head rested on the cushiony foot of the bed for both her shift, and Susan's.

The silence was broken as Rebecca heard, and felt Peter stir. She sat straight up, and was immediately elated to know that Peter was alive. Rebecca wiped the tears from her eyes and tear-stained face, and held her breath for the best. Delight absorbed her as he slowly opened his eyes. "Oh my g-d! Thank goodness you're alright! I thought you might have died. Thank you so much, it worked! I'm free!" Rebecca whispered hurriedly to Peter, not wishing to wake anyone else. Then in one moment of sheer joy and passion, their eyes met, and they shared a long, deep, meaningful kiss.