A/N: I'm sooo sorry about the time it' taken me to update! I've had my A-Level exams this month and the past few have been taken up with revision and though Eddy and Peter did come into my mind very often, I never had time to sit down and do anything about the story! So, sorry and hope it was worth the wait and I'll try to update agan in the next week or so. :) Review please!! (Revisoin and exams that go badly do terrible thigns to a person's psyche, luckily for me, the cure is reviews and feedback which I know you are dying to give me ;) Also, if t helps, the first person to review will get a cookie :)

Disclaimer: You know the drill, they aren't mine, wish they were yada yada yada. Anyway, on with the story! Hooray!

"He's breathing."

As if on cue, Edmund coughed loudly. Susan and Lucy fell back in shock, their blue eyes wide as saucers, their mouths agape. Peter smiled in relief and looked up at Susan, who caught his eye and smiled tearfully back.

"Edmund?" Lucy's high, hopeful voice broke the silence. She crept forward again on her hands and knees until her mouth almost touched his right ear. "Edmund?" She called again, shakily.

Dark eyes opened and closed once, twice and finally fixed on Peter's apprehensive face at his feet. Edmund frowned dazedly, how did he get here? Was the battle over? He had no more time to ponder this as long arms suddenly grabbed him and he was slammed none too softly into a mail-clad chest.

"PETER! Be careful!" This from Susan who stared at him in horror. Edmund felt his brother's arms close around his back, a little more gently but just as tight. He could feel Peter's harsh breathing next to his ear and his sweat mingling with his tears dampened Edmund's face. He shut his eyes against the flood of tears which were threatening to escape him and let his breath out shakily.

"'lo Pete." He heard Peter and Susan laugh relievedly and smiled weakly. Susan and Lucy both crawled forward and wrapped their arms around Edmund 's back so that he was in the centre of a circular, three way hug. They both buried their faces against the cold chain mail on his back, and he could tell that they were also crying.

Peter sat back and held Edmund's face in his hands, Edmund glanced apprehensively up at him. Peter gazed at him for a moment, tears still falling then said shakily: "When are you going to learn to do as you're told?" He sniffed a brief smile then his face crumpled and he buried it back in his brother's hair, tucking Edmund's head under his chin as he did so. Edmund and the girls could all feel him trembling. Or maybe it was them? The siblings were interrupted by a deep warm voice saying:

"It is finished. Come, there are others who yet need your help." The last was directed at the youngest Pevensie, she smiled in realisation and leapt up, placing a kiss on Edmund's cheek as she did so. Edmund watched almost disappointedly as his sister ran away to help. His disappointment however, was nothing compared to his sheer panic as his older siblings also began to rise. They were leaving him? He stared at them heart brokenly and felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes again. Susan looked at Aslan before glancing down to her younger brother. Seeing his face and correctly guessing what he must be thinking, she dropped back to her knees immediately and put her arms around his shoulder. He went stiff and didn't move. Both Peter and Susan instantly recognised this from before Narnia when Edmund had first started puling away from everyone. Susan was having none of it. She hugged tighter and started whispering reassurances into his ear, and he gradually relaxed. Suddenly, giving a low whimper he twisted his upper body to return the hug and buried his face in the crook of her neck, trembling violently.

Peter, belatedly realising what Edmund had thought, sighed dejectedly and stepped forward to place one hand on his brother's head. He started massaging the dark hair slowly, every so often adding reassurances of his own to Susan's constant litany. Eventually, thanks to Peter's awkward comforting and Susan's soft shhhing the panic subsided enough for Edmund to lean back far enough to give Susan a watery smile.

"Sorry." He said sheepishly.

"Don't be." His brother responded immediately, smiling softly at him. Surveying the scene around them, and taking in the wounded who were already being treated by Lucy and Aslan and the dead who were being carried sadly back to camp, Peter made his decision. "Right." His brother and sister looked up at his decisive tone. "Come on. We're going back to the camp."

"Peter what about the..." Edmund trailed off as he stared in horror, taking in his surroundings for the first time. "They're all..." He couldn't bring himself to say the last word, and started retching. Peter understood and repeated firmly:

"Come on!" He held out one hand to help Edmund up and Susan half pushed him upright. Edmund swayed on his feet, clutching at his side. The wound may not be bleeding but it still hurt! Susan and Peter both took one of his arms and half walked, half carried him back to the Narnian camp.

"You should sleep Ed." Peter stated quietly, leaning against one of the wooden poles supporting the canvas tent. All four of the Pevensies were in there at the moment, Lucy sleeping quietly on Peter's bed. He glanced at Susan but she was watching Edmund. They were no longer wearing their battle suits and wore instead light, cool clothing which was wonderfully soft to the touch and Edmund sat at one end of the bed, legs pulled up to his chest and head on his knees. His side throbbed dully but not unbearably thanks to Mrs Beaver's vile tasting concoction. He stared at nothing, absent-mindedly pulling at a loose thread on his sleeve.

"I'm not tired." Peter raised his eyebrows in questioningly. Of course he was tired! "Besides, it's too noisy." Edmund's eyes flicked briefly over to the small gap in the tent doors. It was twilight now and the camp was quiet except for the distant cries of the grieving, the victory celebrations having been put off out of respect.

Susan wandered slowly over to the bed and sat down next to him. "Edmund, we're all staying together tonight. You won't be alone." She raised one hand and started stroking his hair tenderly. He jerked his head away but remained otherwise unresponsive. Susan looked desperately at Peter, who shrugged helplessly. She turned back to Edmund and said softly "I'm going for a walk, I won't be long." Peter nodded but Edmund gave no sign of having heard her. When she got up however, his eyes followed her sadly to the door and remained fixed on the door for a long while.

Lucy gave a quiet, contented sigh in her sleep and muttered something about sardines then turned so that her back was to the room. Peter's mouth twitched, Edmund gazed fondly at her when his eyes began to go misty. His breathing got heavier and his throat contracted. Peter didn't hear, he continued to watch Lucy sleep. A sudden movement from Edmund caught his attention and he watched his brother intently.

"Ed?" There came no reply. Edmund awkwardly lowered himself to the pillows and turned away from Peter. He drew his legs up towards his chin in the foetal position. Squeezing his eye's shut against his tears. "Edmund?" Peter tried again, taking a step towards him. He wondered whether he should go in search of Susan, she couldn't have gone far. However, just as he began to turn, intent on finding her and bringing her back, Edmund hitched a loud, unmistakable sob.

Peter, was beside his side in seconds.

So, there it is. Sorry it's so short but I think if I added any more sibling fluff to this chapter my head might explode with ahhhhs and also, I'm really tired lol