Ok everybody, this is the biggest and best chapter so far, (note the 'so far'). Keep reading my updates cause it getting better and better. Hey, nobodys guessed why Rachels last name is Lewin! (And it has nothing to do with C.S. Lewis)

Things He Didn't Know

Peter and Emmet were walking back to their dorm, their arms were weighted with books. Peter was listening to Emmet complain as they walked across the wide field between the dorms and classrooms. The ground was not quite as green as it had been at the beginning of school. A myriad of leaves spotted the ground in a variety of colors, none of which could compare to those in Narnia. Peter was ignoring Emmet, and instead was observing how the bright red brick building they were approaching complemented the leaves and the gray stone of the path on which they were walking.

Through his thoughts Peter heard Emmet grumble, "I can't understand how Professer Shankland could need us to bring so many books for his class. Is he trying to make our arms fall off?"

They finally reached the building and turned down the first side hall. They shared the dorm on the first floor, so they didn't have far to walk. As they approached their door, they noticed a large group of student crowded around they bulitine board that hung a few doors down from their dorm room.

"Hullo, whats thus all about?" Emmet asked no one in peticular

"Its a sign up sheet" someone said

"For the extra-curicular clubs" said another

"Oh, in that case I'm out of here. I don't need no extra curicular stuff" with that, Emmet marched off, his head raised as if he was the most beloved person on the planet. Peter was about to follow, when he recognized someone in the crowd.

"Rachel?" He asked, unsure if the head of loose black curls in the crowd belonged to the girl he had met at lunch the day before

"Huh? Oh Peter, hi. Are you signing up for anything?" She asked, her red lips parting into a smile

"Well, uh, I'm not sure. What is there to sign up for?"

"Oh lots of things. Theres a debating club, a chess club, an acting club, all sorts of teams, you know football, rugby, cricket, fencing, that sort of thing. Oh, theres also my favorite, the book and story club"

"Ah. What do you do at the book and story club?" Peter asked, out of politeness

"Of its really fun. I know about it cause I attended one of the meetings with my sister when she attended Oxford. They get togeather every two weeks or so and just talk. They talk about books they have liked, or dreams they have had, or anything. Besides talking, they do simulations" Rachels smile brodened at the thought of it

"Simulations?" Peter asked, intrigued

"Oh they're wonderful. They choose a time period, or a setting from a book they have read, and then they hold a party of sorts. Anybody who wants to can come and see it. They all get dressed up, serve food, and put on little skits. Its like actually being in another world"

"That sounds actually quite fun"

"So will you join?"

"Um, sure, I'll give it a try"

"Great. The next meeting is on Sunday at six"

"This Sunday?"

"Yep. See you around Peter"

Oh brillent, now why did I do that? Peter asked himself, Now I just have another commitment to take up my free time. Oh well there goes my plans for Sunday night"

Peter woke to the sound of screams. At first he thought that he was having a nightmare, but then he realized he could see the dim outline of the desk, the window, and Emmets bed. After a moment Peter also realized that the screams were eminating from Emmets bed.

"Emmet, wake up!" Peter said, jumping to his feet

"No, it can't be! Please, please, we need you! Please!" Emmet wailed, still asleep

"Emmet, your having a nightmare" Peter shook his friend

"Wha..? Oh its you Peter" Emmet was breathing heavily

"What was that about mate?"

"Oh nothing" Emmet said, brushing Peters hand off him. Peter would let himself be dissuaded just like that. He sat down on the blue down-comforter next to his friend

"Emmet, you can tell me things you know. I have sibilings and we have learned to trust eachother like that. You can trust me"

"Thanks. I'm not a baby you know" Emmet said defiantly

"I know, but sometimes nightmares come to even the most mature people" Peter said to Emmet, treating the eightteen year old as he would Lucy, "If you tell me your nightmare, maybe it wouln't come back"

"I'm fine, really" Emmet turnedover so he was facing the wall

"If you say so" Peter got up and went back to his bed. After fiveminuets Peter was almost back to sleep, when he heard a voice calling him back to conciousness

"Peter?" Emmet said, quietly

"Yeah" Peter replied, grogilly

"Remember when I said I was an only child?"

"Uh, vaugly, why?"

"Well, I wasn't allways an only child"

"Huh?" Peter was fully awake now

"When I was small, I had a sister named Molly. She was younger than me, but I loved her dearly"

"What happened?"

"One winter, she fell sick. I was told to go get the doctor, 'cause my mother had to watch her, and me dad was away at war"

"That was alot of responsibility" Peter was trying to sooth Emmet the way he and Susan used to sooth Lucy

"Yeah. Well, I went to the doctors, but he said he was to busy. He said he would come later once he had finished with other calls that he had been summoned for by adults, not brats"

"Thats terrible"

"I was so angry, so sad. I begged him to come. I pleaded on my knees, but he wouldn't. I had to return home without any cure for poor Molly. She lived for three days more after that, but the fever took her. That poumpous brute of a doctor never came. Not ever. It made me so mad to have lost Molly because of that stuck up oaf, I still dream about it. I had to watch her die..." Emmet was nearly crying now,"Please, don't tell anyone about this. I'm not a baby"

"I'm not going to tell. I almost lost my sibiling to, you know. It was only 'almost' but it still scared me half to death"

"Really? You?" Emmet almost laughed. Peter was very popular at Oxford, definatly not one who got scared easily, "How?"

"Uh, you wouldn't believe me" Peter said, now realizing that he had just given Emmet part of his life in Narnia

"Come on tell me. I told you"

Peter knew that Emmet had just shared with him his deepest secret. Peter felt obligated to tell Emmet part of his

"Well, if you promise to believe ever word I say, 'cause I swear every word is true, and not to tell anybody"

"I swear"

"Allright then. You remember a few years back, when there were so many bombings that almost all the children of England were sent away to live in safe places?"

"Peter, there are almost bomb scares" Emmet said matter-of-factly

"Well I'm talking about one a few years back. Just go with me on this. Anyways, so me and my sibilings were sent to live with this old professor and his cranky house keeper"

"So one of your sibilings was nearly killed by a house keeper?"

"No! Now stop interupting, you're nearly as bad as Lucy. Anyways, so one day we were really bored, so we decided to play hide and seek..."

So, this was my longest chapter yet, but there are many more to go. See? Its not so boring anymore! Its going to get better, trust me. So review please!