Title: Dragonfly in Amber

Author: FaithfulPureLight (and her sister)

Disclaimer: I wish. I really do! But alas I do not and I am only borrowing them. (Looks over to her lawyer. "Was that good?" lawyer nods. "Yay! Ok on with the introductions and then the story!" sister cheers in the background. I pull out Edmund and Peter and my sister pulls out Lucy and that witch Susan. "We own u as soon as the documents are done remember that") again just kidding!

Rating: For reasons explained later I am rating this a M for mature

Summary: Lucy starts having nightmares that she can't remember. Soon Edmund and Peter are too. What could be so terrible that our heros would willingly forget a memory of Narnia?

Dedication: TO...my reviewers (REVIEW GOD DAMN IT) and my twin (who is going through so rough stuff) I luv u. and my younger sister (who writes this with me) and elektrum who beta read 1 part

Chapter 6: Towel fights

Peter's POV

I push Edmund inside with a laugh. He gives me a non effective scowl. He may have more control over me then our sisters, but I'm not going to let him know that. And if anything that means that I fight harder with him when it's in his best interest. He says I'm stubborn. Well if I am then so is he.

The smell of Hot Chocolate, vanilla, and lavender hit us. Mother must be making the rich drink. She makes it for Lucy all the time. My brother and I strip off our winter coats and boots. I flash him a smile, jerking my head towards the kitchen. He nods.

We enter the kitchen to see Lucy helping our mother bake a small cake, her hot chocolate getting cool. Edmund rolls his eyes. I smirk, and sneak up behind our youngest sister. She shrieks as I grab her around the waist twirling her towards her mug. I sit her down.

"Drink." Edmund commands before I can. Lucy obediently takes a sip. She smiles at us cheekily.

"Yes master." Edmund scowls. I try and fail to stifle my laugh. Soon both my brother and sister are laughing with me. Mother smiles before shaking her head. She's given up trying to understand us. And to think it only took her four years.

It feels good to laugh at something stupid and pointless. It's something we don't get to do much anymore. Being at the University doesn't leave room for me to laugh with my siblings very much. Even if I try to come home as much as possible.

It was so much easier in Narnia. We were monarchs true, but we always had time to be siblings as well. Every now and then I remember times when we were just children. Picking Lucy up and tossing her effortlessly into the sea. Catching Edmund's eye before the two of us converged on Susan, who was always ticklish.

I even miss the more serious points of our time there. The battles that were fought and won. And I especially miss being home for my siblings when they are sick, hurt, or left shaking from a nightmare.

I wonder how our subjects and friends are doing. That is one worry that will never die I suppose. Just like worrying about my siblings has become second nature.

Something wet hits me in the face. I sputter, turning to see Edmund grinning devilishly. The towel falls at my feet. I smile back. He does not know what he's in for. My younger brother has just realized this. He backs up slowly, wondering what in the world I am planing.

I grab another wet towel, flinging it in his face. It misses and Edmund smirks. I glare, faintly hearing Lucy laughing hysterically. I'll get her next.

"Your aim is getting rusty Peter." He jokes. Does he have a death wish? He must have one.

I grab the towel he threw at me off the floor and fling it at him. It hits it's mark with a satisfying sound. Edmund and I are both smiling now. He picks up the first one I threw and the battle is on.

When we finally run out of energy both my brother and I have been hit in the face by many towels. Lucy is laughing so hard that she has almost fallen out of her chair. Mother shakes her head sadly. She doesn't understand the memory it brings back from Narnia of Ed and I dueling with pillows, or towels until the cooks and servants took our toys away and made us go find something else to do.

Susan had been with us then however. This is the only thing that has changed the scene. With a sigh I catch Edmund's gaze. He nods, and we make our way upstairs with Lu in tow. I think they want to talk about Narnia nearly as bad as I do.