Rebecca rushed to Peter as fast as she could. She tried to pull him into her arms, but her wrists were tied, making it impossible. "Peter! Peter, are you alright?" asked Rebecca. Peter used as much energy as he could muster to pull himself into an upright position.

"I'm here, everything's alright." He kissed her far more passionately than ever before, and she returned it with every ounce of being in her. When they broke apart, he rushed to unbind her hands. Peter couldn't understand where this energy was coming from, it was like Rebecca was giving him back life. As soon as her hands were free, she held him as tightly as she could without hurting him. "They didn't hurt you did they?" asked Peter.

"No, not physically, but I almost died when they told me you were dead. We have to get you out of here, you're not even close to safety yet, I don't think."

"I know I'm not safe, I don't trust Jadis, and I want you to get out of her as soon as I can so that I can resist her request." Peter wondered if Rebecca got out f this if Jadis could hurt him any other way. She may not know where the rest of his family was, and maybe they had gone back through the wardrobe.

"I'm not quite sure that I understand what you're saying."

"What I'm saying is the witch is using you as a bargaining chip to get me to do what she wants. She says that she'll kill you unless I do as she says. You should know that I love you too much to let anything happen to you. I have no choice but to do as she says until you are either safe with Susan and Lu, or until you get back to the human world."

"What exactly does she say she wants?" asked Rebecca.

"She wants access to the human world, and that is something that I don't want her to ever gain, it could be extremely destructing for everyone."

"Peter, you can't give that to her! Even if she does kill me, in fact, let her kill me! We cannot let her get into that world."

"I understand that this is destructing, but I can't let you die, let's just try and get you out of here, then I will tell the witch that I can't give her what she wants."

"I can't leave you in that situation; you know that if you disagree, they'll kill you."

"Yes, probably they will, but I'm a bad state already, so it may not matter." Rebecca didn't know what to say, so she let her eyes scan the room. Suddenly, she gasped. "What's wrong?" asked Peter.

"That painting, that's the one that I came through, it could take me back, I think." Rebecca's eyes had fallen upon a painting of the room that she had left from.

"Go through it. If you go through it than I can keep the witch in check for now, if you disappear, she won't know what's happening, and maybe I'll be able to stall her until I can think of a plan that keeps everyone alive. "

"Peter, I'm not going without you, come with me, we can find a way to let your family know that you've gone through, and that they should too, that way, no one dies."

"I can't go through there, I don't know if there is a way that I can get to where my family would be staying, I don't even know if it's possible for me to go through a place that I didn't come from. Go, as the high king of Narnia, I am demanding that you go."

"Then I am going to break the law." Rebecca showed absolutely no sign of moving, even with Peter's demands.

"If you don't go through that painting now, I will take off my bandage." Peter moved his hands to his stomach, ready to pull off the bloodstained cloths.

"You can't do that, if you take those off, you will bleed to death!" Rebecca tried to stop herself from screaming.

"I know, and if you don't go through that painting, I'll kill myself, that way, they won't have any grounds to kill you."

"Don't do this Peter, please, just come with me."

"Rebecca, I can't there are too many things stopping me, my family, Narnia, and if you haven't noticed, I'm stuck here." Rebecca had noticed the chains on Peter's wrists, but just briefly, and she hadn't realized until just now that he was, even if he could get the strength too, in now position to move any further then a couple of feet.

"Peter, please, don't make me go, I want to stay with you."

"I'm sorry, but you have to do this, for all of us. There is a chance that I may be able to get out of this." Peter kissed Rebecca, he never wanted to let her go, he never wanted this to happen, but it had too.

"I promise that if you go through, that I will find a way out of this. I will go back through the wardrobe, and I swear that I will find you again. You have to believe that I will never rest until I find you back in the human world. Rebecca Marlowe, if you go through, I will come back to you, on my life I will find you again. GO!"

"Peter, I love you, and I hope that believing you is not a mistake."

"It's not a mistake; I will find you as soon as I can. Tell me where you live, when the war is over I'll come and find you." Rebecca told him where he could find her, and without saying anything else, she kissed Peter, and walked over to the painting. She turned away from I to take one last look at Peter. Something was telling them both t would be a very long time before they saw each other again, if they ever saw each other again.

"I love you," whispered Rebecca as silent tears began stream down her face. She didn't want to leave him, she didn't know if he would ever make it out of this castle.

"You know that I love you." Peter didn't dare to say anything more, instead, he just watched as she turned, examined the painting closely for a few moments, and then disappeared.

A/N Alright, this is he end of this part of the story, and the only way that I can really think to write the next part is to write a sequel. The sequel is titles Distance Makes Us Wise, and it will be posted in the same amount of time that it would take an average chapter of this story. Just please note that this is a continuation of this story, I just find it easier to set it up like a new one. Thank you very much.

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