Honey, I Released the Fangirls!

A/N: Yep, chapter fourteen! One more chapter after this one, and we have finished this! Whew! And let me tell you, this is gonna be a relatively long one. Yay! Thanks to all my reviewers, especially the ones who have reviewed from the beginning! Keep it up!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Narnia, M&M's, Kit-Kat bars, those wax bottles with juice inside -–thankfully--or the Great Popsicle and the Great Popsicle replica. I am also not a medical expert, so don't try any of the remedies here.

Recap: Well, the girls managed to heal Peter AND defeat the evil witch Emulun. But what about the others…?

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Chapter Fourteen: We Forgot the Others!

Almost immediately after the battle, the girls collapsed from pure exhaustion. They had not gone under such an extreme sugar high as the one today in a long, long time. Even the one at Cair Paravel did not compare. All in all, they had simply ingested sugar for almost three hours.

So, Throm's army ended up with three more unconscious beings. But no one minded. They had, after all, saved Peter and won the battle.

As for Peter, he remained unconscious until about two-thirds of the way back to Cair Paravel. Then, he awoke.

"Throm," he rasped, his voice dry as a completely inland desert country with no lakes or rivers in it. Throm heard it, and rushed to his king's side.

"Yes, my liege?"

Peter closed his eyes and tilted his head a little, incredibly and quite understandably tired. "You're dead too?" he asked, licking his lips.

"No, my king. It is you who are alive."

"Alive? But… how?"

"The fangirls saved you, my king."

"And Emulun? I swore not to leave that forest until she was dead."

"As did I. But the fangirls led us to victory in battle as well. It was they who felled Emulun with their horrific writings."

"Mhm…" Peter relaxed and fell asleep.

Throm smiled slightly and adjusted the blanket that kept his king warm in an almost fatherly way. His hand slipped down to Peter's hand, and Throm gave a quick squeeze before leaving to take his place at the head of the troops.

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Within a mile of Cair Paravel, the fangirls began to awaken.

"Mm, Ray, stop stealing the covers."

"I didn't," Ray mumbled.

"Would you two shut up!" cried Mia.

The girls stayed silent for a moment, then noticed where they were. "Hey… why are we being carried like we're dead!" The girls sat up, causing the fauns who were carrying the stretchers that the girls lay upon on their shoulders to fall over, sending the girls flying.

The fauns immediately got up and began to apologize. The girls, confused, just stood for a moment, then assured the fauns they were not going to write a fanfic about fauns kissing beavers or anything like that. Then, they continued walking along with the rest of the troops.

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Upon arrival at Cair Paravel, they were met by Susan and Lucy.

"PETER!" the two queens cried, racing to their wounded brother.

Susan, Lucy," Peter smiled wanly. His face was still very pale, and his eyes were almost red with weariness.

"Let him rest," said Throm.

"What happened?"

"War happened," Throm replied ominously. "How are King Edmund and Tumnus the Faun?"

Susan bit her lip. "Tumnus is still unconscious, and Edmund seems to get only worse. Oh, what shall we do!" She sat down hard in despair. Lucy tried to comfort her, but Susan was having none of it.

At the same time, the fangirls were in a huddle.

"Tumnus, unconscious? Sounds bad…" Sarah bit her nails nervously.

"And Edmund isn't getting any better…" Ray's eyes were wide with fear.

They quietly discussed a way to save the two. Almost unconsciously, each pulled a packet of M&M's out of her pocket, and began to eat.

Three knees bounced, and suddenly, Sarah got an idea of how to save the faun. Digging in her backpack, she pulled out a wad of papers.

"I kept this in case of emergency. It's one of our early torture-friendship fics," she explained as they hurried to the Faun's room.

"The one with Jadis and Aslan? Or Jadis and Father Christmas?"

"No, it's the obvious Lucy and Tumnus. We were still beginners back then, and were still developing out creative skills." They burst into Tumnus' room.

"Hey," said Mia. "That's not the one Tumnus…"

Sarah nodded.

"Oh, yippee!" Mia grinned evilly. "Sarah, would you like to do the honors?"

"Sure," Sarah knelt next to Tumnus, and began whispering in his ear.

His eyelids twitched, and in about six minutes, he sat up with a gasp, his forehead damp with sweat. "No, Lucy, I didn't mean it! Oh. It's you." Tumnus wiped his brow nervously. "I had the most awful dream. I can't even describe it…"

"We understand. If you'll excuse us?"

The girls celebrated their victory on the way to Edmund's room.

Two sprite handmaidens were sitting by his side. "You two, out, we need to think."

Confused but obedient, the sprites obeyed.

The girls huddled and had one Kit-Kat bar each. This issue took longer to find a solution thank any previous discussion taken under a sugar high- almost five minutes!

But finally Ray pulled out a wax bottle filled with a reddish-orange liquid.

"If this doesn't work," she said, biting off the top and chewing on it for good luck, "Nothing will." She poured the vile drink -- if you could call it that-- down Edmund's throat, then quickly stepped back. Gross stuff can do horrible things to a person. And Edmund's case was no different.

His face twisted, his back arched, his arms flailed. It was very frightening, and the girls, not mature enough to watch and escape mentally unscathed, covered their eyes.

Finally, Edmund came to a rest on the bed again. Cautiously, the girls peeked between their fingers.

"Ed… Edmund?" asked Ray nervously.

"Y… Yeah?" he whispered back wearily. He was awake.

Susan chose that minute to burst into Edmund's room, mad as a murder victim's family when the killer walks free. "WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING IN HERE- ED!" she froze at the sight of her brother, then quickly moved to his side. "How do you feel?" she asked kindly, heeling his forehead for a fever that wasn't there.

"Tired," he admitted.

"Well, you ought to!" she said, smiling a little. "You just got over a massive fever!" She hugged her little brother in joy. Somehow, the fangirls had done it again…

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Later that day, with Peter and Edmund propped up on pillows, the girls explained to the Pensevie children just how they had saved Narnia.

"And then we fell asleep, and met this thing called the Great Popsicle, which gave us really good advice, and-"

"Wait." Peter cut Mia off. "According to the Sacred Prophecy of Scrumdidiliuptious-Implosion-Vole-Ninny-Beards-Criteria Longword, you couldn't get receive outside help from any higher beings!"

"Well," explained Sarah. "The Great Popsicle we talked to was just a replica of the original."

"Oh…" said Peter.

"And then we had a sugar high, and saved Peter," finished Ray.

"And how did you defeat Emulun?" asked Lucy, intrigued.

"We read her a fanfic."

"And what was it about?"

"Well," began Mia, ready to launch into the story.

"You don't want to know," cut in Throm, ignoring the glares from the fangirls.

"And how did you escape the cell?" asked Peter.

"Well, that is a long story!" said Sarah, and she began to tell.

The Pensevies and the fangirls laughed and had a good time. But little did they know that their time together was very, very limited…

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A/N: Whew! That was a long one, just like I promised! One more chapter and it's over! So write me a review, and tell me how much you want or don't want a sequel! Reviewer munchies are three packets of blue M&M's. Yum!