And here it is, the final chapter! Thanks to any reviews and to those who added this to story alert. I hope this lives up to your expectations.

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Chapter 8

Edmund was not sneaking around. Sure, he may have been slyly avoiding people and creatures (the talking ones at least) but he most certainly was not sneaking. He really did not want anyone to see what he was doing, they would just ask questions, and he did not want to answer them; not because they were 'difficult' questions, but because it would take up time, and he was far too curious to explain anything to anyone right now.

Edmund had used his gift last night when he had entered the Throne Room at Cair Paravel for the first time and had seen the four thrones, one of which was supposed to be his (a fact he still couldn't quite get his head round). He hadn't really meant to, but it wasn't particularly hard for him to look back into the recent past (by recent he meant within 5 years), and it was sometimes more difficult not to, especially when there were strong emotions running through the event. He had seen his siblings' coronation, how they had looked slightly overwhelmed, but happy, and how the Narnians had been absolutely ecstatic. He had also seen how, later in the celebration, when most of their subjects were rather drunk, his brother and sisters had slipped away, one by one, starting with Lucy.

Edmund hadn't been able to follow the spectres the night before. His siblings hadn't wanted to let him out of their sight for a minute (it had taken the Doctor handing over the keys to the TARDIS to convince them to let Edmund stay in his room in the TARDIS for the night- Edmund didn't point out that the keys were really a false sense of security). He perfectly understood their feelings, but he had not wanted to tell them that he was watching them in the past. He couldn't remember ever telling them about his gift, but he had this feeling that maybe he had told someone once, when he as very small, and they hadn't reacted well, or had been confused and scared by it, and he had just decided to keep quiet. He would tell them one day, but not today.

So here he was, not sneaking down the corridors of Cair Paravel, following the path he had seen his siblings past selves take. He came to a room, a lounge of some sort. It wasn't a particularly big one, but it looked comfy and inviting, and as though it had been used often.

Lucy slipped quietly into the room. She looked around quickly at the furniture, before deciding to curl up on the couch. First, her small shoulders began to shake, them she whimpered, and then she began to cry harder and harder until it hurt and her eyes were red. A sound by the door made her shoot up and try to wipe away the evidence of her tears, but then she saw it was Susan, who looked at her understandingly and sat down next to her.

"I miss him too," whispered Susan as she pulled Lucy into her lap.

"He should be here. He should be king as well," Lucy wept. "What are we going to do without him?"

"Aslan said we had to carry on."

They both recognised Peter's voice straight away. He tried to sound more confident than he was, trying to reassure his sisters, but really he just wanted to break down and cry as well.

Edmund pulled back from the past. He just knew that was not the only time Peter, Susan and Lucy had been in this room, looking for comfort and reassurance. It made his heart ache knowing how miserable they had been, underneath the smiles they had worn for their subjects. He hated the fact that he was the cause of it. If only I had told the Doctor straight away. If only I hadn't run off to the Witch in the first place.

"Edmund, there you are!"

Lucy was at the doorway. Edmund immediately swept across the room to her and hugged her tight.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled into her hair. Lucy, perplexed, rubbed his back.

"It's okay," she assured. "We're not angry; we just wanted to know if you wanted to join us for breakfast, I think the others are."

"Yeah, breakfast sounds good," Edmund replied.

"Come on then!" Lucy grabbed his hand and pulled him along, much like Amy did quite often (even when she had no idea where she was going).

She pulled him along through the halls of the castle, until they came to a balcony overlooking the sea where a table had been set up. The Doctor, Amy, Rory, Susan and Peter were already seated, waiting for them. Edmund sat down next to Amy, Lucy sitting at his other side.

Breakfast was a mostly silent affair. Amy tried to start up conversation with everyone, and managed to hold one with Lucy for a few minutes, but everyone's minds were elsewhere.

Finally, after the rather uncomfortable meal was finished, Peter spoke.

"We, your sisters and I, came to decision last night," he said to Edmund. He spoke as though he had to blurt it out then and there or he wouldn't be able to, ever. "We decided that….that if you want too, you can travel with the Doctor…We'll miss you, but we'll know you're alive and…" He couldn't say anymore. Susan rubbed his arm soothingly.

Edmund found he couldn't speak; his throat seemed to close up. What a wonderful time for that to happen…

He looked to the Doctor. The man, who could be amazingly dense and oblivious sometimes, knew what he was trying to say.

"I don't think that's what Edmund wants anymore."

Peter, Susan and Lucy turned to him, then to Edmund with wide eyes.

"You want to stay?" they questioned. Edmund nodded.

"I…I don't want to leave you," he replied. "I've seen what happened to you when I wasn't here, when you thought I was dead. I can't let you go through that again." Even though he couldn't remember everything of his life before meeting the Doctor, he could remember enough to know he had felt safe and happy with his siblings at one time, before the war, before a lot of things happened. He wanted to feel that way again.

Lucy and Susan leapt up and hugged him. Peter took a moment to think what Edmund meant by 'seeing' what they had gone through, but didn't dwell on it for very long. He hadn't seen his brother in two years and he wasn't going to pass on the opportunity for a hug.

"But what about you three?" Lucy asked turning to the Doctor, Rory and Amy. They just smiled.

"We've been expecting this since we found Edmund." replied Amy. "Besides, we could always come and visit."

"Though we might bring a fair bit of chaos with us," warned Rory.

"I'm going to miss having a kid in the TARDIS," said the Doctor, wistfully, "but this is Edmund's home."

"Yeah, but there'll be a baby in the TARDIS soon anyway," Amy shrugged.

Rory and the Doctor nodded. Then they realized what they were nodding to.

"There'll be… you're having a….I'm gonna be a Dad!" Rory leapt up, punching the air, before lifting Amy out of her chair and swinging her round the room joyfully.

Things suddenly made a whole lot more sense to Edmund. No wonder Thena wouldn't tell me.

"Wonderful news," said the Doctor. "I'd like to say I saw it coming…"

"…but you had no idea." finished Edmund. "You didn't even notice the morning sickness"

The Doctor nodded sheepishly.

Edmund shook his head and turned back to his siblings.

"So…what happens now?"

The next day…

Tumnus couldn't help but notice and the three monarchs actually looked happy at this party. Mainly because their brother had, at last, been crowned king. (And After Aslan had crowned King Edmund the Just, the High King had knighted the Doctor, Amy and Rory for everything they had done for Narnia and for his family.)

"Dance with me!" Queen Lucy laughed, pulling King Edmund onto the dance floor, moving in time with the jig being played. The boy really had no idea what he was doing and was trying to mimic the people around him. He wasn't doing too badly.

Then the Doctor joined in. It was a very funny sight. Everyone began dancing as crazily as the Timelord, many ending up on the floor holding their ribs, laughing so hard they were actually crying. Even Aslan joined in.

"He did that at my wedding too," chortled Amy to Susan. "The kids loved it."

There were plenty of dances to follow, with food and drinks. Everyone left that night merry, and some were rather intoxicated. Again.

In the small lounge, later that night, Edmund said his goodbyes to the Doctor, Amy and Rory.

"I'll miss you," he said, hugging each of them tightly.

"Ditto," said Amy, trying to keep from crying.

"Now, Edmund," began the Doctor. "I hope you'll know better than to go waltzing into trouble."

"That might be a problem considering how much I've learnt from you," Edmund replied, smirking.

The Doctor smiled as well.

"Yes, well, it's a good thing the 'animals' will be able to contact me if things get too out of hand." He smiled round at the wooden creatures who were also gathered in the room. (Lucy and Tifa had become good friends-Tifa was nearly always planted in the girls hair like a hair clip. Susan got on well with Luna and Calypso-the killer whale and the dolphin-and Peter had found he quite like Bolt, the Cheetah. Suffice the say, all the 'animals' had decided they would like to stay in Narnia.)

"We'd better be going now," stated the Doctor, looking to Rory and Amy.

"You're welcome here anytime," said Peter.

"We know. It was kinda obvious after you knighted us," replied Amy, smiling. "See ya kid." She and the other adults turned and stepped into the TARDIS. A moment later she popped her head back out.

"Just something to think about until we meet again. How'd you like to be a godfather?"

Then she shut the door, and TARDIS began to whir and dematerialize.

Edmund smiled sadly. His siblings embraced him again.

"They'll come back soon," Peter assured

"I know they'll come back," replied Edmund. "But the Doctor once told Amy he would be back in 5 minutes, and actually took twelve years."

There was a long pause.

"So," began Lucy. "Even if you hadn't lost your memory and had told the Doctor where you came from, you might not have come back for years anyway?"

Edmund shrugged. "I hadn't thought of that, but...knowing the Doctor, possibly."

The End

And that's all folks! I hope that didn't seem rushed to anyone.

And wow, that's my first fanfiction finished. Is it okay that I feel a little proud of myself for that?

And I would love to know what people think of this.