After the initial shock of being hopelessly trapped wore off, a terrible new thought entered Emma's head as she glanced at Edmund who laid motionless on the ground she'd placed him on nearly five minutes ago. He wasn't waking up.

What if dies? Emma thought panic stricken. She didn't know what to do for him. What if he was already dead? Knowing she had to do something, Emma crawled over and placed her fingers on Edmund's wrist to feel for a pulse. There was a pulse alright. That meant he was still alive. At least for now.

Unfortunately, the pulse was somewhat weak and he wasn't actually breathing. If she didn't do something, she might lose him any second. Thankfully, Emma was still able to recall the CPR classes she'd taken almost five years ago when after a rather nasty accident a swimmer had nearly died because no one-not even the coach-knew what to do after the person had been half-drowned. After that the board of health had 'requested' that everyone on the swim team take the class.

"Alright." Emma said aloud trying to calm her nerves as she bent down beside him and pushed on his chest. "Come on, breathe..." She looked at his mouth. Oh god, she realized that she'd forgotten that CPR required actually breathing into the injured person's mouth. She cringed for a moment at the thought that her lips would actually have to touch his.

"It's alright, Emma, you can do this..." She told herself, giving his chest one final push before leaning in.

Her lips where almost on his when his eyes opened and he blurted out in a soft weak mutter, "What are you doing?"

Emma turned rather red in the face. "Thank goodness, you're alright."

"Please tell me you were not just about to kiss me." Edmund muttered managing a little bit of a laugh in spite of the pain he was still in from the bullet in his leg. "Honestly, I know I'm a dashing young king and all that but we hardly know each other."

"Ew, no!" Emma looked horrified. "I was just trying to get you breathing again. I already have a boyfriend, his name's Ash."

"It's alright, Emma." Edmund assured her. "I was just teasing you."

"Now's not the best time." Emma told him. "We're completely trapped in here. They've locked all the entrances."

"By the Lion's mane...my leg is killing me." Edmund groaned as the searing pain shot up through his leg to his waist, trying to shift his leg to the left a little but finding it impossible to do so. "What happened? Where are the others?"

"They made it through." Emma explained. "We didn't."

"At least they're alright." Edmund managed a small smile which turned into a cringe.

"I can't believe Mr. Bennett did that to you." Emma whispered, bending over to examine his leg. "I've know him since I was three years old. I knew the guy was stuck up but this..." Her voice trailed off.

"How bad is it?" Edmund asked her.

"Pretty bad." Emma admitted. "I was hoping the bullet just grazed you or something but it's in there pretty deep."

"Any chance you're a licensed surgeon?" Edmund asked only half-joking.

Emma shook her head. "Sorry."

Edmund, tired of laying on his back, forced himself to sit up.

"Maybe I could get it out with tweezers..." Emma said doubtfully. "I just don't want to make it any worse."

"Where are you going to get tweezers?" Edmund asked, looking very confused.

Emma pulled a mini travel first aid kit out of her pocket. "Always come prepared."

"You're one of those people who count how many times they chew each mouthful they eat, aren't you?" Edmund asked.

"That's just good health sense." Emma blushed, felling very prudish. "We're getting off the subject."

"I'm trying to ease the tension." Edmund explained.

"You're making it worse." Emma told him sharply, as she pulled out the mini tweezers and scooted closer to his leg. "But if you're so set on talking, you might as well tell me what you were doing here to begin with."

"Alright, alright." Edmund sighed, giving in. "Well there I was in Aslan's country, I'd just finished talking to Gracie, who's very nice by the way..."

"I've heard." Emma nodded. "Can you move your leg a little closer? I can't quite see the wound."

Edmund cringed again and moved his leg closer to Emma and her tweezers. "There, is that better?"

"Yes, thank you, go on." Emma looked at the bloody wound and willed herself not to vomit. It was such a gruesome sight.

"Anyway, then I ran into Mr. Tumnus who said...OW!"

Mr. Tumnus did not say, "Ow!" what had happened was that Emma had just gotten a grip of the bullet with her tweezers and misjudged how deep in it actually was, thus pulling it with too much force.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." Emma told him, wanting to put a hand to her mouth but not being able to due to the fact that both her hands had blood on them now.

"It's alright." Edmund lied thinking that he hadn't been in this much pain since the white witch had stabbed him in the stomach with her wand. "Is it almost out?"

"Barely half way." Emma confessed.

"Great." Edmund whimpered before going on with the story. "Anyway, Tumnus said he had the feeling that he and I were both needed at the professor's house, which still exists in Aslan's country of course and I went there with him (the professor was out but we knew he wouldn't mind) and we were having a meal when we suddenly saw a girl standing in the room with us. She was pale and frightened looking. Honestly, I didn't much like the looks of her but I felt concerned for her all the same. I just had the feeling she needed help of some sort."

"I've almost got it." Emma told Edmund now, as she got a good grip on the bullet. "Two things, one, grab onto my hand and squeeze it on the count of three. Two, after I get this out it's going to bleed like crazy, don't worry, I'm going to bandage it up right away, okay?"

Edmund didn't bother to tell her that he'd seen plenty of blood in battles before and wasn't particularly scared of the stuff. He just nodded and grabbed into her hand.

"One." Emma started. "Two..."

Edmund tightened his grip knowing she was about to yank the bullet out.

"Three!" Emma pulled as hard as she could and the bullet flew out of his flesh, slipped away from the tweezers and bounced into the moon pool with a clink and a plop.

Edmund let out a scream. Emma quickly tied a bandage around his leg.

"Tighter." Edmund groaned. "You have to do it tighter than that or it wont clot."

Emma nodded and made the knot as tight as she could.

"Ouch, not that tight!" Edmund snapped as the pain struck him like a punch in the guts.

"Sorry, want me to loosen it?" Emma offered.

"No!" Edmund blurted out. "I mean, no thank you, just leave it."

"So what happened?" Emma asked eagerly awaiting the rest of his story.

"Well, I tried to talk to her and she opened her mouth to answer but I guess she was in too much shock to say anything and as soon as she seemed stable enough to speak, she vanished. Just like that. So Tumnus and I talked it over and decided to speak to Aslan about it, but as it turns out we never reached him because as soon as we opened the door to leave the room, it turned into a glass door and we were at someone's house in this world the world I'd long been declared dead in and Tumnus had never even been to. Then I noticed that we were on some one's back patio, and there was the girl who'd appeared to us back in Aslan's country, floating on one of those inflatable rafts in her pool. When she saw us she screamed and fell into the water. Then she climbed out of the pool, she saw Tunmus's legs and screamed again. I suppose that might have been a bit scary to her but we didn't want anyone to hear her screaming and come out so I ran over and put my hand on her mouth and dragged her behind a bush."

Emma let out a light chuckle.

Edmund laughed a little himself and then went on. "So then we got her to calm down and tell us that her name was Charlotte Watsford. At first she wouldn't tell us anything else but once I mentioned her grandmother Gracie, the trouble was to get her to stop talking. She told us everything we needed to know. She also confessed to a lot. Such as getting Susan locked up in Denman's lab and all that, I don't think she would have spoken so freely if she'd known that I was Susan Pevensie's brother which I finally gave in and told her I was. I also assured her that Tumnus was not a scary monster and that he was one of the gentlest people she was ever likely to meet. After that she told us that she'd been working to destroy Mako along with Mr. Bennett until Aslan had spoken with her and changed her mind. So we came up with a sort of idea that if I pretended to be her long lost cousin and work for Mr. Bennett, that we could keep messing things up by 'accident' until he got fed up and gave up on his plans to develop Mako."

"Was it working?" Emma asked.

"Sort of." Edmund told her. "We called to cancel a lot of his orders from workers and stuff like that and then acted like we didn't know what was going on."

"What went wrong?" Emma asked.

"First Charlotte came down here, she wasn't supposed to, she and Tumnus (Harrison hadn't seen Tumnus yet and I thought we could make him look sort of scary in the right lighting) were supposed to scare Mr. Bennett off the island, we had this whole plan worked out-I wont bother to explain it because it doesn't matter now-but Charlotte wouldn't listen. She said that you, Susan, Rikki, and Cleo would get caught in the moon pool if she didn't go down and turn off all the traps. I told her she didn't have time and to go along with the plan before Mr. Bennett's breakfast break ended and she told me she would. But she lied and went down here anyway and well...that's when everything went wrong...."

"I see." Emma said finally.

Edmund shook his head. "I don't know what we'll do now. Unless of course, Tumnus hears our muffled screams for help and gets us out of here, but then again, now that I've see what Harrison can do, I don't want Tumnus going anywhere near him. The nasty creep will probably turn this into the Faun and Mermaid museum if anything else goes wrong."

"This is bad." Emma said knowing it was an understatement.

"Oh yeah." Edmund nodded in agreement. "Very bad."

Back on the boat, Susan told Peter about Edmund.

"What? Ed? Here?" Peter asked in disbelief.

"Yes, he's here and possibly dead now thanks to her." Rikki growled, glaring at Charlotte.

"Me?" Charlotte glared right back.

A full out argument would have started if Peter hadn't frowned at both of them in very direct, start-that-again-and-you'll-both-regret-it sort of way.

"We have to find him." Julia said firmly gazing out at the horizon.

"We will." Peter promised her.

It was then that they all realized that from that moment, on they were fighting for more than just Mako now. The tides had changed and this last battle was sure to be epic.

AN: Thought's please? I'm awaiting your reviews.