A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you, thank you for your support in the whole Hiatus thing I had put on this story earlier! I was sooo busy at the time and I feel great about opening this up again! So as I say always please review, follow, favorite and all that great stuff! I love you all a LOT! Lol.

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~Penelope's POV~

I sat in Mrs. Beaver's kitchen for about five minutes quietly as she did her chores rethinking over everything she had told me. Blake and I were supposed to be married? And to each other? Really? Married? Oh, no. No way, ever.

Alright, I'd admit I found him attractive. To a certain extent. But not to the point where I was going to pledge my love for him at the altar and agree to be bound to him for the rest of my life.

Just as I thought of that the front door burst open with Mr. Beaver storming in. "Hurry! They're after us!"

I got up my seat on the floor and closed to the cabinets and handed her a cloth which she had ordered from me. Blake just started to watch us with wide eyes and Peter spoke for him.

"What are you lot doing? They're right behind us!"

I looked up to them all and shook my head. Even if we were being chased by something we all still had to eat something. Anyways as I had already thought of it, Mrs. Beaver already had the idea moving.

"Beaver gets pretty cranky when there is nothing to eat. Just one moment."

His eyes bulged. "I'm cranky now!"

When scratching noises started to appear, my eyes widened "What is chasing us?!"

Blake just shook his head as he grabbed my arm and pulled us to the little opening in the cupboard Mrs. Beaver revealed. "Wolves. Now come on."

As we ran through the tunnel we suddenly came up to a blocked entrance where everything stopped and I nervously looked back as the howling got louder and louder. Blake pulled me up into the opening Mr. Beaver made and helped roll a wooden crate in front of it, blocking it.

As I heard Lucy screech I looked at her and felt a sudden pain in my heart. Creatures stood frozen in fear. Literally they were frozen and I almost cried because their faces were literally epitomized pain. Suddenly a fox came our way which no one else knew but me.

I growled at it. "Are you responsible for this?!"

He shook his head forlornly. "This is what becomes of those who cross the white witch, mother."

There that mother thing went again but quickly Blake pulled out his arm pulling me away from the fox. But obviously I knew he had heard because I felt his stare on my back.

Mr. Beaver was just really irritated. "You take one more step, and I'll chew you to splinters!"

The fox smiled, jumping off the rock. "I'm one of the good guys. Relax."

The beaver was still being held back by his wife, who surprisingly was strong. "Well, you look like one of the bad ones."

"An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can talk breeding later. You need to get out of here now," the fox advised.

Peter sighed at us all. "What do you have in mind?"

~Peter's POV~

As we saw the wolves burst through the barrel, I noticed the fox still covering our tracks. He looked up with a rueful smile. "Isn't it a nice evening, gents?"

One wolf, which I thought was the leader, the alpha of his pack, snarled. "Don't patronize us. We know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans."

The fox just smirked. "A bit of valuable information don't you think?"

As his punishment, which I thought was cruel and must be stopped at all costs, he was snatched into another wolf's mouth. I clamped my hand on Lucy's mouth but my eyes widened when I saw Blake pull Penny to his chest, but something was off about how she reacted when the fox had gotten bitten.

All the fox hissed was: "North, they ran north."

And frankly that was all the bitter wolves needed. Throwing the victimized fox into the snow, whimpering, they ran off right after the leader said, "Smell them out."

I felt horrible, really, but mostly I was questioning myself. Why would he take a wolf's bite just to mislead them? Were we really that important?

~Blake's POV~

As I attempted to aid the fox, Penelope shook her head and took off her coat. "He needs it more than I do."

Lifting the fox with my best friend Peter's help,, we lay him down on the coat, but I frowned as I saw his blood coat the furry material. Mrs. Beaver came over with the little makeshift cloth bag. I was really surprised to see that she had packed some thread and a needle. For what reason, I had absolutely no clue.

As she stitched him up, he spoke. "They were helping Tumnus. The witch got here before I did," he explained, but couldn't finish his sentences when he had to yelp in pain instead. "Ouch! Ugh."

Lucy, being her normal sweet and caring self, smiled a little. "Are you all right?"

"I wish I could say their bark was better than their bite," the fox didn't lose his touch with sarcasm. I hoped that was a good sign.

Penelope turned to me before looking back at the wounded fox. "You called me mother. Earlier you did."

He smiled. "Because you are."

"Well I do hope you're not misguiding me as you did to those wolves. Sorry to break it to you, but I'm not a mother. I'm just 16 years old and I have never given birth before, so it just doesn't make sense to me," Penelope sighed.

"No. I meant Mother Nature. Your mother was a nymph, and she was nature's mother then, and when she died by natural causes, you took her place."

Susan smiled. "That explains why she loved playing in the dirt so much when we were younger. It all makes sense now doesn't it?"

With that, everyone laughed. And even I did surprisingly. Just yesterday if someone had told me that I'd find myself in the middle of a snow covered land listening to a fox explain to me how this girl I knew was known as 'mother nature', I would have slapped myself across the face because my imagination sometimes took things too far. But then now that we're in 'Narnia', I couldn't ever say that something was 'impossible' anymore.

The fox tried to wriggle but Mrs. Beaver didn't let him. "Quit squirming. You're worse than Beaver on bath day, I tell ya."

The beaver just nodded in agreement. "Worst day of the year, really."

Suddenly the fox stood. "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid this is the all the cure I have time for."

Lucy looked a bit upset. "You're leaving?"

"It has been my pleasure, my Queen, and an honor, truly. But time is running short, and Aslan Himself has asked me to gather more troops," the fox explained.

The two beavers then went ballistic in their little spots. "You've seen Aslan! What's He like?!"

"Majestic," the fox remarked. "You'd be glad to have Him by your side at the battle against the White Witch."

Susan spoke up. "But we're not planning on fighting any witches. Or anyone at all. I'm sorry, but you can't expect little kids like us to fight. Don't you have recent conscripts available?"

"Oh, but you are going to fight," the fox said to Peter and me specifically. "You're the High King Peter and the Lord Chancellor. I trust you know of your prophecies?"

"Well, honestly, we just want our brother back," Peter said frankly.

"Oh, you'll get him back," the fox shrugged. "But chances are you'll never see him again if you don't make haste and find out whose side you're on."

A little bit later as everyone started falling asleep I caught Penelope bending over on her now bloody coat. Getting that one ounce of bravery again I looked up to her from my spot on the ground. "You could just sleep over here. I mean, there is extra room."

She just looked at me with skepticism. "On the snow?"

I shook my head as I opened my coat a bit. "In here I mean. Not on the snow."

Swallowing she looked up into my eyes and slowly made her way over. As she sat in the coat, she glanced at me. I piped up again. "You freaked about the mother name."

She nodded and sat there for a moment but looked to me with water in her eyes. "It's settling in on me that my parents are gone. He just implied I just took her place. I can't take my mother's place."

I pulled her into my chest and held her there as she started to cry. Then when I looked up, I found Peter motioning for me to wrap my arms around Penelope to hug her. Wasn't I supposed to be giving him advice? Why was it the other way round now, huh?

Anyway, I did as I was told, and so he nodded and went back to sleep. I turned to look at Penelope. She was looking at me with her pretty blue eyes as well. She just smiled, wiping away her tears. Snuggling into me, she sighed. "You're not mean to me anymore for some reason."

"Well maybe I changed," I shrugged.

Looking up at me once more, she smiled sweetly. "Why? You don't change, Blake. You're stubborn at times, really."

Ah, I found it pretty heartwarming when she had smiled like that. Actually, she smiled a lot more than I thought. It was so pretty and hearty I had no clue it belonged to her. Looking down I smiled and kissed her nose. "Well maybe I changed for you."

Even in the darkness I noticed her cheeks go a sudden red and she just laid her head back down on my chest and sighed. She shook her head and relaxed, and seemed asleep but sighed again. "You changed, Blake. For me. Do you believe in the whole marriage thing?"

Holding her tighter I smiled kissing her head. "I'm starting to. A little," I whispered. "Anyway, we need to get some rest, Penny. Now, sleep."

Nodding, she got more comfortable and spoke before she slept: "I believe it."

~Penelope's POV~

By the time I woke up, Blake was still asleep. I smiled at him, but I couldn't anymore when Mr. Beaver yelled across our little area. "Aye! Look at those two all snuggled up beside that tree!"

That definitely woke Blake up. He ignored Mr. Beaver and smiled at me, in particular. "Well. I'm warm."

Laughing a little I sat up out of Blake's arms and stood looking around at Susan and Lucy who were snickering while Peter was just sat there looking smug as if he had predicted this would happen all along.

Peter just smiled. "Great to see you two finally open up to yourselves. We need to get going to see Aslan."

Soon after Blake got up out of embarrassment and continued to walk with Peter and Mr. Beaver until we got to a huge cliff.

Mr. Beaver pointed across a huge frozen lake. "Just across the frozen river and we'll head straight to the stone table."

"Frozen?" Susan frowned.

Mrs. Beaver explained. "The river has been frozen for a hundred years."

When we started across the large river, Mr. Beaver started to yell at us all to hurry up. I grinned. "Just you watch. Peter is going to get mad in a minute. You can see it in his face, actually."

However, once again my smile was wiped off my face when Mrs. Beaver turned around and shouted. "No! Behind you, run!"

I turned around a sleigh with reindeer. I think I knew immediately that it was the White Witch that was chasing after us. As we all started to run for our lives, Blake grabbed my arm dragging me along with him. When we crashed into a little cave Mr. Beaver found, Blake pulled me in his lap and kept me close.

As soon as we were safe, Blake popped his head down into the hole and laughed. "I hope you've been good because someone is here to see you."

Giggling, I looked outside and my eyes widened. Father Christmas sat there and he smiled and laughed heartily. Swirling his finger he made my mother's wedding ring disappear and appear on his hand but he managed to make me smile when he turned it into a gorgeous crystal wand that was all gold. It was so magical!

Then the old man – I honestly had no idea how old he was – turned to look at us five humans. "Well, what do we have here? Mother nature, the Lord Chancellor, and of course, Their Majesties of Narnia."

A/N: HEY wasn't that a nice chapter! I LOVE the Penny/Blake part! I love it, love it lol. As always you see that little box under this? Type something special for me! Xoxo Love you all and welcome back!