A/N: I am a horrible horrible person and I am so very sorry that it took so long my only excuse is school. It bogged me down way faster than I thought it would. But on a happy note I am finishing this fic tonight if it kills me!

Here's Chapter 6!!!

Please R&R (even though I don't deserve it)

The Battle

Swords clashed together as the battle raged around the field. The witch's forces were numerous and vastly outnumbered Peter's small army. Edmund and Meg stood side by side helping the archers and keeping a watchful eye on Peter below.

Meanwhile Peter was in the middle of the battle field fighting for his vey life. When he saw his warriors around him falling he called the retreat. As the troops fell back to the rocks Edmund and Meg raced down from there point with the second wave to help.

Peter rushed with his troops trying to get back far enough when his unicorn was hit and he fell off. Dazed for a minute Peter looked around him. Suddenly Oreius flew over his head as a rhino rushed past, both determined to protect Peter with their lives.

Peter's protest did nothing to stop them and he watched as they were both brought down by the witch's forces. Peter had no time to dwell on what had happened as the fighting picked up around him again.

Susan and Lucy looked around them in shock as they saw all the stone statues in the Witch's court yard. Tears sprang to Lucy's eyes when she saw Mr. Tumnus in stone. Rushing towards him Lucy started crying harder as Susan tried to comfort her.

Lucy stood weeping until Aslan walked up and gently breathed on Mr. Tumnus. Slowly Mr. Tumnus returned to normal. The second she could Lucy hugged Mr. Tumnus with all her might, Susan quickly following her lead. The three stood hugging until Aslan interrupted.

"Come, we must hurry and search the castle. Peter will need everyone we can find." Aslan said.

The three immediately began searching through the vast castle looking for any statue that could have once been alive.

The battle raged around the three children as they fought close to each other. Peter looked around and slowly saw his troops falling; as man after man got knocked down Peter got more and more worried.

"Edmund! There are too many! Get out of here! Get the girls and get them home!" Peter shouted to Edmund as the Witch slowly approached him.

Mr. Beaver started tugging on Edmund's hand and leading him away with Edmund reluctantly following. As they were climbing up a hill Edmund looked back and saw the Witch as she moved toward Peter knocking down anyone in her way. Quickly he glanced at Meg who was making her way towards Peter and the Witch as well.

Making a quick decision Edmund turned away from Mr. Beaver and moved for the Witch.

"Peter said get out of here." Mr. Beaver said to him

"Peter's not king yet." Edmund responded as he rushed away.

Seeing Edmund make his way back towards the battle Meg quickened her pace to get to Peter. Almost as if in slow motion she watched as Edmund leapt off a small cliff and tried to destroy the Witch's wand. She watched as he missed and dodged a blow by the Witch. Getting his second chance, Edmund swung his axe through the Witch's wand shattering it into pieces. Meg's joy was short lived as she saw the Witch pull back and stab Edmund with the broken half.

Edmund slowly collapsed to the ground as Peter and Meg watched in horror.

"Edmund!" They both yelled fighting harder to get to him.

Meg was waylaid by a minotaur as Peter went head to head with the Witch. Meg got pushed further back by the minotaur before she was able to defeat him. As soon as he went down another minion took his place. Meg was dealt a strung blow to the head and crumpled behind a rock, unconscious and blood oozing from a wound on her head.

The Witch got the better of Peter and was about to deal him a deadly blow when the roar of a lion sounded. Looking up the Witch stared in horror before Aslan leapt at her.

Peter watched in a blur as Aslan finished off the Witch and all the restored Narnians rushed into battle. With the Witch defeated her troops fell to Peter's army.

"It is done." Aslan said to Peter as he gazed dazedly at him.

"Peter!" Susan and Lucy shouted as they rushed toward him. Lucy wrapped him in a hug while Susan looked around.

"Where's Edmund?" She asked.

Peter's look turned to one of horror as he rushed to the spot where Edmund had fallen. A short ways away and they saw the Witch's dwarf standing over him with a knife. Quickly Susan drew her bow and fired a shot killing the dwarf instantly.

The sibling rushed to Edmund's side. When they got there they heard his shallow breathing and saw the pain etched on his face. Lucy grabbed for her vial and carefully let one drop fall into Edmund's mouth.

Within seconds Edmunds wound healed and he was able to sit up as if he hadn't been injured at all. Peter quickly grabbed him into a hug. Pulling away slightly he asked.

"When are you going to learn to do as you're told?"

The siblings laughed as they all pulled Edmund into a group hug. They stayed like that for a minute before they noticed Edmund looking over Peter's shoulder.

The group watched as Aslan restored a person from stone. He looked over at them with a smile before moving onto the next person. Smiling, Lucy picked up her vial and quickly rushed to the first injured person's side.

"Where's Meg?" Edmund asked looking around for her as Peter helped him up.

"Probably hiding somewhere and watching people get hurt." Peter responded with an angry tone.

"Stop it Peter! I choose to go, me, Meg tried to stop me and I didn't listen it was my choice! You have no right to be mad at her! Besides I saw her making her way towards you when the Witch stabbed me and she was fighting! She has to be here somewhere." Edmund yelled at Peter before storming off in search of Meg.

"He's right you know, and that reminds me," Susan reached up and smacked Peter upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Peter asked rubbing the spot.

"Just something I promised myself I would do. Now I'm going to go find our friend, she's probably hurt." Susan said before she too went off in search of Meg.

Peter looked after his siblings as they left slowly thinking over what they had said. As he thought he realized that Meg would never do anything to hurt Edmund, she thought of him as her family. Upon that realization all of Peter's anger rushed out of him, quickly to be replaced by guilt as he remembered all the things he had said and done to her over the last few days.

Knowing he had to make it right he quickly rushed off to help look for her. He knew that the only reason she would have to not be by Edmund's side was if she was hurt herself or worse. Shaking his head Peter dispelled those thoughts from his head, he refused to think that.

As Lucy rushed around curing every soldier she could find the other three Pevensies searched for their fallen friend. As time passed with still no sign of her the siblings grew worried. They asked soldiers they passed and anyone they saw if they had seen her but none knew where she was. On the verge of desperation Peter found her.

"Meg?" Peter silently asked while checking her pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found a faint but steady one. "Lucy!" he yelled while continuing to look her over.

The first thing he noticed was the cut on her head that was still oozing blood. There was a trail of blood down the side of her head and into her hair from the blood. Moving on from that cut Peter scanned the rest of her body.

He noticed a cut on her arm that had gotten through and a few more scratches on her face but apart from that the only other injury he could see was her bandaged hand. Guilt weighed heavy on his heart as he slowly undead the bandage. Seeing the partially healed cut, and knowing that he had been a part of it, all the high emotions from the day got to him and tears slowly leaked out his eyes.

"Lucy!" Peter screamed this time.

He heard the hurried rush of feet as Lucy, Susan, and Edmund showed up.

"Hurry Lu." Peter said with tears still streaming down his face.

Lucy moved forward with her vial in hand and carefully let a drop fall in Meg's mouth. The siblings waited with baited breath, Peter still clutching Meg's hand.

"Ow." Meg murmured as she slowly came to. Opening her eyes, Meg saw Lucy smiling down at her. "Lu, when did you get here? What happened?" she asked slowly trying to sit up.

"You got knocked out. The battles been over for a while, Aslan killed the Witch." Susan told her with a smile.

"Su? Aslan? He's alive?" Meg asked confusion lacing her voice.

"Yea he's alive." Susan responded.

"You miss so much when you unconscious." Meg said.

"Lesson learned then, no more unconscious Meg." Edmund told her with a grin.

"How you feeling Ed, that was a nasty blow you took?" She asked.

"Right as rain, Lucy fixed me right up." Edmund responded.

"Good." Meg said. With that her gaze finally met Peter's who had been silent since she woke up. She took in his tear streaked face and the way he was still gently holding her injured hand and how he wouldn't look her in the eyes, he just starred at her hand. "Pete." She whispered.

With that Peter slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers. Sensing that they needed to be alone, Susan ushered Edmund and Lucy away from them.

The two starred at each other for what seemed like hours, just taking in each other's appearance. Her gaze swept over his face taking in every new cut and bruise she saw there. His took him over her face and the newly fixed skin to the small cut through her eyebrow and the dirt smudged on her face.

"Pete." She whispered again. Bringing her hand up to wipe at the tears still coming down his face.

"I'm so sorry. I never should have gotten mad at you like that. If I hadn't then you wouldn't have almost died and you wouldn't be as hurt as you are now. I'm so sorry." Peter mumbled before continuing to mumble sorry over and over again as he started crying harder.

Meg pulled him into a hug as tears of her own fell down her cheeks. The two sat there clinging to each other as all the emotions of the past few days came rushing out of them. The tears slowly stopped and the two stayed wrapped in each other's embrace.

Meg pulled away a little so she could look into Peter's eyes.

"It's not your fault. There is no way you could have known that I would get hurt and there's nothing you could have done to stop it." She told him looking into his eyes and seeing the guilt that consumed them.

"But I've been such a bloody prat to you, if I had only had some sense knocked into me sooner or actually stopped and thought about what happened instead of just taking the easy way and blaming you. It's all my fault." Peter told her looking away.

"Peter we can both be incredible stubborn when we want to be. Neither of us was making the effort to stop fighting. It's just as much my fault as it is yours." She said making him look at her again.

"What about this? What about your hand? That's going to scar and it will be a constant reminder of why you should hate me." Peter said raising her hand up.

"Pete I could never hate you. A scars a scar and I would have most likely given it to myself anyway, you know how accident prone I am. You are my best friend and you always will be. From mud pies in the back yard to full on wars in a magically land, through fights and laughter, there will never be anyone I trust more than you." Meg told him.

Peter pulled her into another hug and the two friends stayed like that until Aslan himself came and got them.

"I see you friendship has been repaired." Aslan said causing the two to break apart.

"It was never broken; we're just too stubborn to get along all the time. This wasn't our first fight and I doubt it will be our last." Meg told him as Peter helped her to her feet.

"Indeed it will not be young one. Come it is time to wash this battle from our hearts." Aslan said leading the way to camp.

"And our bodies, I've never felt so gross in my life." Meg mumbled as they walked. Peter and Aslan letting out a laugh at her statement.