"This experience has brought us closer together, it made us realize what we have, and what we lost that night, it made me realize how much love one person can hold, and how much more love six people can harbor for each other. Bryan and I had been close for some time now, and I can't believe he's gone, and I won't for a little while still, but remembering the impact that he had on my life, I wonder, why is it that all the good people, the ones that you can really count on that leave us too young." Peter had tears in his eyes, but he made it through just fine, and walked down the steps, towards Rebecca and his family. He was silent, still in shock, but he had come out of his silence to speak at the funeral. Peter was the last speaker, but it was his words that set off a stream of emotion for the other five friends.

Rebecca put her hand in Peter's, and he let her, but he didn't show any of the passion that he usually did towards her. Since Bryan's death, Peter had spoken to nobody, not even Susan or Rebecca. Susan had been the one to explain it to her parents, and David to his. It had been three full days, and Rebecca was beginning to get worried about Peter, but no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't speak to her, and he wouldn't kiss her, and it was killing her. She knew it was her fault that Bryan had been shot, and she felt awful, but she really wanted Peter to talk to her.

"Peter, please come over, I think that it would be better if you didn't go home right away." Rebecca whispered in to Peter's ear, and he nodded, but didn't look at her. The funereal ended, and they left together. "Peter, please, please talk to me, I miss you, and I know that this was a difficult experience for you, it was for me to, and we can make it better. I'm not going to say that you'll get over it, because you won't, it's just…it's just, damn it Peter, I love you, and I want you back! I know I'm being selfish, but I really love you." Rebecca spoke her true feelings once they were safely inside.

Peter didn't know what to do, he loved her too, but he wasn't sure what to say, this was hard for him. He knew that he was ready to die for her, but he didn't know that he would have to live through his best friend's death. Watching Rebecca sit down on the couch, crying made him hurt, but he didn't know how to comfort her, he was unsure of everything. Nothing was making sense, and everything was complicated. All that he could think to do was to sit down next to her, so he did. Rebecca turned her head to look at him, but he just stared ahead.

"Peter, you don't look great, do you want to lie down?" asked Rebecca. She looked at him, and saw someone totally different then the boy who had so fiercely fought to save her, more then once, and the boy who had defended and entire country twice. His once nice, bright, penetrating, eyes were now dark and empty. The color from his face had gone, to be replaced with a pale complexion. He shifted, but didn't say anything. "Please, you look awful, you haven't slept in days, and don't try to make believe that you have. I'm going to go for a walk, and I'll be back in a couple hours, you can stay and sleep or you can go home, but please, rest, you need it." Rebecca stood up, took her coat, and left.

Taking Rebecca's advice, Peter lay down on the couch and closed his eyes; sleep coming to him faster then he expected it to. Later he woke up, and looked around to see it was dark, and he saw Rebecca asleep on the arm of the wooden chair on the other side of the room. She has a bed here, this is her house, what is she doing over there? Peter asked himself, and then he remembered how much she cared about him, and how he had turned her away, how his anger had blinded him. He sat up, just watching her sleep, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

About an hour later, he saw her stir, and opened her eyes. It took her a minute to remember where she way, but soon she remembered. She looked around to see Peter looking at her, some of the color had returned to his face, but he still looked pale. She wanted to smile, but he still looked pained from the loss, so she decided smiling may not be the best thing. "It's good that you got some sleep, did you sleep well?" asked Rebecca.

Peter nodded, Rebecca hadn't expected him to say anything, but it was nice to hope. Neither could think of what to do, or say, so they just looked at each other for a minute, Peter losing himself in Rebecca's beautiful eyes, and Rebecca trying to read emotion on Peter's sullen face. Without any sign, Peter smiled. "I love you." Peter spoke to Rebecca for the first time, and she was elated. She smiled back at him.

"I love you too, are you feeling better?" she asked sympathetically.

"Yes, I needed the sleep, thanks." Rebecca stood and walked over to join Peter on the couch. He scooted over to make room for her, and she sat next to him. After all that had happened, she wasn't sure how close he wanted to be just yet, but she knew that all she wanted was to hold him. Having him speak was like music to her ears, and though neither of them were going to be the same again, but her love hadn't diminished, even with this hard ship.

"Are you going to be alright? You've been through a lot, but nothing quite like this before."

"I'll be ok; it's just hard loosing someone. I'm just thankful I didn't loose you too." Peter wanted more then anything to put his arm around her, but after he had treated her, he wasn't sure if that's what she wanted.

"You almost died for me; you have no idea how grateful that makes me. How is your leg?" She smiled, hoping that he wasn't in any pain.

"It's getting better, doesn't hurt as much, running on it probably wasn't too good for it, but it had to happen. How is your back?" Peter remembered the cuts that had been made on her back by their attackers.

"It still stings sometimes, but it doesn't hurt all the time, I think they will be nothing but scars in a few more days." Peter placed his hand her back, and gently rubbed it. Both of them were so happy just sitting there with each other that they both jumped when there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" asked Rebecca.

"It's Mr. Riley, I haven't seen you around much, so I thought that I'd come check up on you."

"Come on in," said Rebecca. Mr. Riley entered, and was a little shocked to see someone with her that early in the morning. "Oh, I didn't know that you had a friend here, would you like me to leave?"

"Oh, its fine, stay, we were just talking, how are you?" asked Rebecca.

"I'm good, I read in the paper that one of your friends died, and I wanted to say how sorry I was about that." Mr. Riley looked deeply sorry, and Rebecca was grateful to have him there.

"Thank you very much, it's been a little tough on all of us. This is Peter Pevensie, Peter, this is Mr. Riley, he's my neighbor, comes to check up on me every now and then, make sure I'm doing ok. I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately, there's been a lot going on."

"It's nice to meet you, Peter, I believe that I know your parents actually, no too well regrettably, but tell them I say hello." Mr. Riley shook Peter's hand, and Peter returned the shake.

"I will sir, it's good to meet you too. I'm glad that someone has been keeping track of Rebecca, thank you."

"No problem, well, I see that Rebecca is in good hands, so I will leave you too alone, Rebecca, you know where we are if you need anything, Peter, nice to meet you." Rebecca and Peter said their goodbyes, and Mr. Riley left.

"He seems nice, I'm really glad that he's been looking after you, I guess you could say I was worried about you being all alone."

"Yes, well, I have been alone a lot of my life, and finally having people care about me is really nice, and having someone who loves me is the best feeling in the world."