A/N Ok, so i didnt get any review on my last chapter, which means that my story is going down the tubes, but here's another chapter anyway, and if i must say, it's not quite as boring as the past fea. Beware haters of romance.

Havah

Peter awoke in the middle of the night to soft sobs that he somehow knew were Rebecca's. Sighing he got up to see what was the matter. The sigh was not because he was fed up, but because he felt for the feelings of Rebecca, and didn't like to see her sad. He walked down the hall and knocked on Rebecca's door. Rebecca sniffled, but ignored his knock.

"Becca, may I come in please?" there was still no answer from her room. "If you don't answer I'm coming in weather you like it or not!" Peter was beginning to get worried and little bit agitated. All I want to know is that she's ok. Well, and that she loves me. NO! I can never ask anyone to admit something that's not even true when I'm not brave enough to admit it myself. It's wrong, and Susan would kill me for loving Rebecca. Aw forget Susan! She's not in charge, and as far as I'm concerned, she knows nothing about love. Oh well, it doesn't matter, even without Susan I could never admit it. Peter sighed. "I'm coming in now!" Peter opened the door and entered.

Rebecca sat on her bed with her covers pulled up around her, and she was holding a pillow case held to her eyes catching her tears. Peter went to her, sat down beside her, and automatically put his arm caringly around her shoulder. Instinct taking over, Rebecca shied away from the touch she longed for. She couldn't explain it, she just did. Hurt burned inside Peter. He wanted to be close to her, he wanted to be with her forever, but he didn't know how to tell her. This is not good, I should go. But he couldn't go. Tearing himself away from felt like the hardest thing. Leaving would mean giving into Susan, and to deny his passions.

"Rebecca, you can trust me, tell me what's wrong," Peter attempted putting his arm around her again. This time, Rebecca responded in a more pleasant manner. She tilted her head in, and rested it on Peter's shoulder. You can speak whenever you feel ready. Just let me say once again, you can trust me." Rebecca and Peter just sat there for a few minutes, silently, and pleasantly. For just a moment, Rebecca's fears, and tears subsided, but the feeling of her head on Peter's shoulder recalled them

"I know that I can trust you, but this is something you don't want to hear," stated Rebecca nervously.

"I don't care if I don't want to hear it, I need to, if not just to take the burden off of your shoulders, tell me."

"I-I just had the same dream that I've been having again, and again."

"Can you tell me what that dream is?" asked Peter gently and caringly.

"Its-its you, being killed in battle. Oh my g-s, I'm so afraid that it's going to really happen. I see you being stabbed, but I can't see by who, and then you fall. It's not blatantly clear that you are dead, but I can just tell, it couldn't be clearer. I can't stand it! Please, don't go to fight! I care about you too much to lose you. You can't die on me, or Susan, or Ed, or Lu! We all need you!" Rebecca cried heavily into Peter's shoulder. "Oh no! I've gotten your pajama top all wet, I'm sorry!" exclaimed Rebecca apologetically after a few minutes.

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's not important. Please try to understand, I have to fight, there's nothing that can be done about it. Narnia needs me, and I care dearly about my family, but it's my duty," There was an awkward silence while Peter thought if now maybe was a good time to admit feelings. He felt Rebecca's head on his shoulder, her tears seeping through and chilling his skin. "I also, um, care, deeply about you, and I wish that I could stay here with you all, but fighting is necessary, and if I'm not there, it doesn't really feel right. What I mean to say is, um, I really, really like being around you, and I, um, well, here, let me put it this way." Peter pulled Rebecca up towards him, and kissed her fiercely, passionately, and with all of the feeling and emotion he could muster.

After the one kiss, there were more, but only a couple. It took both Rebecca and Peter a bit of time to realize what they were doing. When they broke apart, both were stunned. It had been a while since they had last kissed, and it seemed to get more and more passionate each time. "Well, I guess there's no backing out now, I might as well say, Rebecca, I'm pretty sure I love you." Peter bit his bottom lip, not quite sure whether to regret his decision or not.

Different feelings filled Rebecca. She didn't know whether to be filled with joy for his confession and identical feelings, or sad because she knew it was all going to end soon. "I don't know what to say. This is all fairly sudden. Huh, this isn't giving me very much time to think. Well, I guess you should know a few things. I feel the same way Peter. I love you, I also think that it is inevitable that you are going to die, or at least be seriously injured. I hate to bring down a crash on a situation like this, but this is such a vivid dream, I, I think that we need to be careful for your life." Rebecca stumbled over her words, trying to be both caring and reasonable.

"Rebecca, even if I am going to die, I still love you, that doesn't change. We can just spend every possible moment together. That is, if you want to." Peter stuttered a bit, but he finally felt good to be expressing his true feelings. He was feeling so much inside of himself, and all he wanted to do was pull Rebecca close to him, embrace her, kiss her, and never let her go, but he didn't know if she wanted the same thing.

"Just hold me, please, only for a moment." Rebecca began to break down from all of the emotion and power of the moment. Peter did as she asked, willingly. He pulled her close to him, into a warm, long embrace. They stood there, holding each other for a short moment, and then neither could stand it any longer. Without any thought, they began to kiss passionately. "Peter, I'm yours, if you want me," said Rebecca honestly during an air break. " I love you, and I want to be close to you. No, I need to be close to you."

"Becca, you know that I love you too, and I want to be close to you. If I am really going to die, then I need you too." Peter and Rebecca slowed down their kissing to a stop, until they were standing opposite each other. Rebecca placed her hands on Peter's shoulders as Peter placed his around her waist. This is really awkward. I don't know what I'm doing. Should we even be doing this? Oh g-d, but I feel so greatly for her. Peter discarded his thoughts momentarily, and between the two of them, and quite a bit of awkward time, they achieved the removal of Peter's shirt, and they were beginning on Rebecca's nightdress, when Peter stopped. "This is wrong. I'm not doing this, no here, not now." Peter fell to a sitting position on his bed, holding his shirt in his hand. Rebecca plopped down next to him.

"I know what you mean. I want to be close to you, but not that close, not now." Rebecca and Peter shared a moment where they just sat and smiled at each other. "But that doesn't mean that we can't be close."

"I'm not sure I entirely get what you mean by that," said Peter, confused, but hoping that it meant she wasn't angry.

"What I mean is, we can still, well, hold each other, and, you know, talk and…stuff," said Rebecca, quite awkwardly.

"Let's just hold each other right now." Peter suggested the least awkward, most logical and pleasant action for the situation. This, they did. Rebecca fell asleep in the warmth and security of Peter's arms.