AN: The is the second to last chapter.
It was nearly dusk and the sun was beginning to set. All was quiet in the Pevensie home.
They'd arrived home a few days ago and since then nothing really exciting had happened. Every now and then someone might recognize Susan or Lucy and say, "Aren't you the fairy girls?" Or "I've seen you before somewhere, haven't I?" but nothing eventful or important occurred.
School was going to start up again soon. It would be Lucy's first time going to a boarding school. She couldn't help but think how much worse it was going to be now that Peter was gone.
Going to school meant moving on in life and growing up. How could she do that without her brother? True she still had Edmund and Susan and she loved them dearly. But it wasn't the same with out Peter. She still believed he was alive but was quite certain now that she was the only one who did.
Susan was sitting at the table reading some school books she'd taken out. "I want to be prepared for the term." She had explained. "Want to study with me? We could get you quite far ahead."
Lucy shook her head no. She didn't want to waste the last days of freedom studying dull subjects. There would be plenty of time for that later on.
Edmund was watching the Telly and eating popcorn. The television set had been a gift from Colin Lee Marcus. They'd tried to refuse it but he said that he felt he owed them something for inspiring him to write again. Apparently before he'd met them he'd been suffering from extreme writer's block.
"Lu, want to watch the rest of this show with me?" Edmund offered. "it's getting good."
Lucy turned him down too. The show didn't interest her. She slipped out the side door and went to Mrs. Esmara's garden. She sat down right next to the fairy ring.
The house was still there and it was still vacant. There was no sign that the fairies had visited it, never mind lived in it. The cake bits hadn't been touched either and greenish colored mold was growing on them.
Lucy wasn't sure if the fairies had rejected their gift or had left the garden before they'd had a chance to explore their new house. They certainly weren't here in the garden now. She couldn't blame them. Who'd want to stick around after what had happened?
Sighing softly to herself, Lucy stroked the roof of the fairy house. "Please come home." She whispered, tears rolling down her face. "Please, we need you. I need you." although she meant the fairies, she was thinking of someone else.
One day later, it was a very chilly evening. Rupert sat in an arm chair in Mr. Trent's living room, looking into the gently crackling fire, his fingers playing with the chain of his golden pocket watch.
Even though the glorious fire warmed him on the outside, inside he was cold as ice. He felt lonely in spite of having Mr. Trent's company. He had this feeling that someone was missing him terribly, calling him home softly. But he didn't know who that someone was or how to get to them. Sadly, he ran his fingers along his name carved into the watch. For a moment, he thought he saw in his mind's eye, old wrinkled hands handing the watch to him, but the image passed as quickly as it came.
"Don't be so glum, Rupert." Mr. Trent smiled at him. "Things will turn out alright. Your leg's getting better though you still need that crutch."
"I wish I knew who I was." Rupert said softly.
"You're Rupert." Mr. Trent told him simply.
"Yes, but Rupert who?" He sighed. "I don't know my last name or my family. By the Lion, I don't even know if I have a family!"
Mr. Trent looked confused. "Why did you say, 'by the Lion'? What Lion do you mean?"
Rupert shrugged. "Not sure, but for at least two days now I've been saying that. I don't know why."
"Maybe your family worked with lions?" Mr. Trent said, trying to encourage his memory gain. "A circus boy are you?"
Rupert shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Have you had any more nightmares lately?" Mr. Trent asked him.
He shuddered and nodded. "Yesterday afternoon I dreamed I was fighting giants in a mountain plain."
"Giants?" Mr. Trent tried not to laugh.
"Yes, giants." Rupert told him. "Big scary giants. And right before I woke up, one of the ones I'd yet to kill spoke to me."
"It spoke to you?" Mr. Trent wondered if he should get the poor boy to a psychiatrist. A psychiatrist would have a field day with him.
"It-or rather I should say, he, mocked me." Rupert explained. "He said, 'Some High King you are!' and then he burst out laughing."
"Why did he call you 'High King'?" Mr. Trent asked.
"How should I know?" Rupert said, looking back at the fire. "It was a dream."
"Uncle!" A girlish cry echoed through the house. Mr. Trent's little nieces had come for a visit.
"Don't run!" Their mother told them to no avail because they were already running around their uncle's house serching for their uncle and Rupert.
"Rupert!" The youngest one found him first and threw her arms around him. "I missed you."
"Hey!" Mr. Trent made a pretend pout at her. "Go right to Rupert and ignore your own uncle will you?"
"Sorry uncle." She gave her uncle a big hug too. "I missed you as well."
"No, no, I understand, you just like Rupert better." Mr. Trent teased.
The middle girl (The one Rupert was the most fond of) found him next.
"Rupert!" She cried happily waving to him from across the room.
"Rupert again, is it?" Mr. Trent shook his head. "What about your old uncle who saved Rupert?"
The middle girl hugged her uncle. "Sorry Uncle."
"It's alright." He smiled at his little niece. "Where's your other sister?"
"Uncle!" the oldest girl ran in and gave her uncle a kiss on the cheek. "I've missed you so much, Uncle."
"Right now, you're my favorite." He joked.
Everyone burst out laughing at that.
"What have you got there?" Rupert asked the middle girl as soon as the laughter died down. She had something in her hands.
"Oh, this?" She showed him the magazine she was carrying. "It's pretty cool actually." She lowered her voice. "They found real fairies and four of the photos in the article were tested by Uncle."
"Can I see?" Rupert asked her, feeling a sudden interest in fairies. He wasn't sure why. He wondered if he'd liked fairies before he'd lost his memory.
"Sure." the middle girl handed the magazine to him.
He opened it and started flipping through. Suddenly he turned white as a sheet and started gasping for air. "That's, that's..." He tried to say something.
"Breathe, Rupert, breathe!" The oldest girl told him. "In through the nose out through the mouth."
He took a deep breath. "That girl with the gnome, that's the girl from my dream. The one who was being chased by the wolf!"
"Oh is that all?" The oldest girl rolled her eyes. "It was only a dream. Calm down."
"But that's her." Rupert insisted.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Trent's sister asked him. "Maybe it just looks like her."
"No." Rupert snapped, starting to get very annoyed with these people. "That's her."
"Well she doesn't seem to be running from a wolf in that photograph." Mr. Trent joked.
"Stop joking around!" Rupert glared at them, showing more anger than he'd ever shone in front of them before.
"Sorry, Rupert." The three girls hung their heads.
"It's alright." He sighed. "I just get so frustrated sometimes." tears pricked his eyes and he knew he was going to start crying if he didn't change the subject.
"Don't cry." The middle girl handed him her handkerchief.
He stared very hard at her. "Who do you remind me of?"
"I don't know." She told him.
"Neither do I." Rupert said, turning the page in the magazine.
On that page was a pretty little girl surrounded by fairies. She seemed so familiar. Her bright eyes, her golden curls, her sweet childish smile. She was...
"Lucy!" Rupert called out suddenly. "My little Lucy!"
"What are you talking about?" Mr. Trent asked. "Do you know her?"
"Know her?" Rupert's cry of joy sounded almost like a laugh. "She's my baby sister!"
"What?" The three girls and their mother gasped at the same time.
Mr. Trent ran to his side. "You remember this girl-your sister? What else do you remember? Think hard."
Rupert looked back into the fire. "Nothing. Just her."
"What's her last name?" Mr. Trent pressed.
Rupert thought for a moment. "Pevensie." Suddenly his face twisted out of shape and his eyes widened. "There's four of us."
"Good, good, keep going." Mr. Trent urged him to keep remembering things.
"Susan, Edmund, and Lucy." Rupert started to smile. "Those are my siblings. My Mum's name is Helen..."
"Yes?" Mr. Trent looked at him eagerly.
"And my name is..." Rupert started. "My name is..."
Everyone held their breath for a moment.
"My name is, Peter Pevensie!" Rupert cried out.
"But that's the name of the dead boy who they found under the wreckage of the train." Mr. Trent's sister protested. "He's dead. They found his body. You must be mistaken."
"No." Peter said firmly. "I remember now, I'm Peter Pevensie. What have I been doing all this time?" He tried to get up. Forgetting his crutch, he fell right back down. "I have to go home. They need me there."
"Is he mad?" Whispered Mr. Trent's sister. "What's gotten into him?"
"Rupert, slow down before you hurt yourself." Mr. Trent warned him.
"My name is not Rupert." Peter told him. "It's Peter."
"Peter then." Mr. Trent rolled his eyes. "You must calm down. We have to figure this out. Why do you have a watch that says, 'Rupert'?"
"My grandfather gave it to me." Peter shrugged, then he added, "Hey, I remember my grandfather!"
"Alright, alright." Mr. Trent tried to get him to calm down. "We're all glad you got your memory back, but that doesn't mean you can just leap up like a stag on that hurt leg of yours."
"Sorry." Peter apologized, griping the arm of his chair tightly "I just...I can't believe I didn't remember. And the fairies! I know them too!"
"Really?" The middle girl asked excitedly. "You know fairies?"
"I haven't seen them in over six years." Peter admitted. "But yes, I did know them."
"Will you tell us about them?" The youngest asked.
Peter nodded. "I will, but not right now. Right now, I can't think straight." He was starting to shake all over from excitement.
"You really need to calm down." Mr. Trent tried.
"But they think I'm..." Peter paused for a moment. "...dead."
"Well clearly you're not, they should be very pleased." Mr. Trent's sister said calmly.
Peter shook his head. "I can't believe so much time has gone by and I never thought of them. If it wasn't for Lucy I don't think I'd have ever remembered." He shuddered again.
It was around this time, that the fairies returned to Mrs. Esmara's garden. They noticed the house and decided to take a look at it. It was a fine house. A gift from their human friends. They noticed the wall paper and knew at once what it was made of.
The fairy queen waved her hand at them and flew off. Knowing, they were to follow, the rest took off behind her. They all knew where they were going.
AN: Please review. Or else! Or else what? Or else I wont put the last chapter up! Maawwwwwhaaaaaaaaaaaa! and you'll never know how it ends! if you don't want that, please review!