Ch. 2 of "The Lost King"
Meh...I figured out what I did wrong in my last post. I meant to have it link to the post on my page, but that didn't seem to happen, so I'll make sure it happens this time.
Title: The Lost King; ch. 2-Delay...
Author: D.A.I.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Romance/Angstiness
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,035
Summary: After returning home from Narnia for the second and last time for Peter, it's been difficult adjusting to life in England again. It's especially difficult when the one you love is in a whole other world.
Chapter 2-Delay…
“Peter!”
The young man jumped in the chair he had been comfortably lounging in at the sudden cry of his name. He recognized it as Edmund’s voice. What did he want now? He thought, sullenly as he stood up to stretch. Before he could make it to the stairs, he heard rapid feet descending the stairs. Edmund was in his robe and bare feet when Peter saw him.
“What’s up?” Peter asked casually.
“It’s Lucy. Something’s wrong with her.” Edmund said hurriedly.
Peter stepped closer. “What do you mean? Is she sick?”
“I don’t know. She won’t get out of bed though.” Edmund said, wiping his sweaty bangs.
Peter suddenly stepped into action. He climbed the stairs quickly and headed for the girl’s room where he found Susan beside Lucy’s bed, holding her hand. As Peter knelt down next to Lucy, she turned sleepily to him and whispered his name.
“What’s wrong, Lu?” He asked.
She merely pointed to her stomach as she said, “My stomach hurts.”
Peter turned to Susan as he asked if Lucy had taken anything recently that could have caused pain in her stomach. Susan shook her head and leaned closer to Lucy as she whispered, “don’t worry, we’ll get someone to look after you.”
Lucy smiled a bit and then shifted slightly in bed, making a face that showed she was in pain when she moved.
“You’re in pain.” Peter observed. “Does it hurt to move, Lu?”
“A little bit.” Lucy admitted.
Peter bit his lip as he tried to figure out what the next step in caring for her was. He instructed Edmund who was standing by the door to fetch some cold water and for Susan to fetch some towels. Both disappeared out of the room at their older brother’s command and Peter talked to Lucy alone.
“Did you notice the pain in your stomach just this morning?”
His sister nodded. Peter admitted he was no doctor and he didn’t know how to properly treat people, but he figured whatever Lucy was experiencing was minor and would go away soon. “Well, the best thing you can do now is just to take it easy. Rest a while and maybe when you wake up, you’ll feel better. Okay?”
Lucy nodded and dutifully closed her eyes to try to ease the pain. Peter stroked her forehead and noticed it was a little warm. He considered calling a doctor to come check up on her, but figured he wouldn’t call on one right away if the pain receded. He would give it some time.
A few moments later, Edmund and Susan returned with towels and water. Peter took one of the towels and soaked it. He then placed it on Lucy’s head in an effort to cool down her fever if she had one.
Susan stayed with her as the boys left the room. When they were out of earshot of the girls, Edmund said, “I hope she’s okay. Remember what Aslan said. He said that we’d be going back, that is, me and Lu-”
“Lucy and I,” Peter corrected. He stiffened as he realized he had sounded just like Susan did at correcting grammar.
Edmund rolled his eyes as he said, “whatever. But he said we’d be going back to Narnia. I just hope she’s…”
Peter understood his brother’s concern, but at the same time felt a tinge of hatred and envy at how Edmund got to go back to Narnia when he, Peter, had to “grow up”, so to speak. It angered him. He didn’t like Edmund talking about going back to Narnia, at least not in front of him.
“I wonder what’ll happen this time…” Edmund said, not registering how angry he was making his older brother by talking about Narnia. Peter tried to control himself as much as he could, but if Edmund said one more thing, especially about him, he would snap.
“I hope it’s sooner rather than later so we could meet Caspian again.”
SMACK! Peter had lost it and his hand struck Edmund out of nowhere. Edmund was beyond shocked as he turned on his brother furiously.
“What was that for?” He asked, incredulously, holding a hand to his face.
“Stop talking about that place!” Peter cried, unable to control his inner emotions much longer.
“Why are you acting this way all of a sudden?” Edmund asked.
“What are you talking about?” Peter asked, though he already knew he was acting odd in front of his brother, smacking him for being excited about going back to Narnia.
“You hit me for no reason and then tell me to stop talking about that place. For your information, Peter, that place is Narnia. Stop being so ignorant!”
“Stop talking back to me then!” Peter countered, hitting him on the head. Very soon, he felt a sharp pain in his leg as Edmund kicked him in defense.
“Ahh!” He said as he tried standing up straight from the kick. When looking up at his brother, Peter saw that his brother had brought his fists up to his face as if they really were fighting.
But Peter ended it when he lowered Edmund’s fists as he said, “Sorry, I was wrong to come off like that. I’m just upset.”
“Why?” Edmund asked making sure Peter wasn’t going to hit him again. “Is it because you can’t go back?”
Peter glanced at him, but said nothing. Yes, he wanted to say. All I really want to do is be a kid again and return to Cas-sorry, Narnia. He blushed as the thought of him crossed his mind. Edmund didn’t question any further though which gave Peter time to escape the awkward exchange and go off to think about his actions. He hated the fact that he wasn’t to return to Narnia and what felt even worse was his excuse for wanting to return there in the first place…to see a certain king who he thought he had intimate feelings for. But the feelings were extinguished when he reached outside to find himself drenched in the rain.
Great, he thought as sat on the stone steps leading up to the house. My thinking spot is all washed out.
Author's note: Ok, I managed to cook up another chapter. I got a lot written of this story, but I started ahead a few chapters, so I need to fill in this section, so it may take a while, since I need to think and write as opposed to type up whatever I had written.
Title: The Lost King; ch. 2-Delay...
Author: D.A.I.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Romance/Angstiness
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,035
Summary: After returning home from Narnia for the second and last time for Peter, it's been difficult adjusting to life in England again. It's especially difficult when the one you love is in a whole other world.
Chapter 2-Delay…
“Peter!”
The young man jumped in the chair he had been comfortably lounging in at the sudden cry of his name. He recognized it as Edmund’s voice. What did he want now? He thought, sullenly as he stood up to stretch. Before he could make it to the stairs, he heard rapid feet descending the stairs. Edmund was in his robe and bare feet when Peter saw him.
“What’s up?” Peter asked casually.
“It’s Lucy. Something’s wrong with her.” Edmund said hurriedly.
Peter stepped closer. “What do you mean? Is she sick?”
“I don’t know. She won’t get out of bed though.” Edmund said, wiping his sweaty bangs.
Peter suddenly stepped into action. He climbed the stairs quickly and headed for the girl’s room where he found Susan beside Lucy’s bed, holding her hand. As Peter knelt down next to Lucy, she turned sleepily to him and whispered his name.
“What’s wrong, Lu?” He asked.
She merely pointed to her stomach as she said, “My stomach hurts.”
Peter turned to Susan as he asked if Lucy had taken anything recently that could have caused pain in her stomach. Susan shook her head and leaned closer to Lucy as she whispered, “don’t worry, we’ll get someone to look after you.”
Lucy smiled a bit and then shifted slightly in bed, making a face that showed she was in pain when she moved.
“You’re in pain.” Peter observed. “Does it hurt to move, Lu?”
“A little bit.” Lucy admitted.
Peter bit his lip as he tried to figure out what the next step in caring for her was. He instructed Edmund who was standing by the door to fetch some cold water and for Susan to fetch some towels. Both disappeared out of the room at their older brother’s command and Peter talked to Lucy alone.
“Did you notice the pain in your stomach just this morning?”
His sister nodded. Peter admitted he was no doctor and he didn’t know how to properly treat people, but he figured whatever Lucy was experiencing was minor and would go away soon. “Well, the best thing you can do now is just to take it easy. Rest a while and maybe when you wake up, you’ll feel better. Okay?”
Lucy nodded and dutifully closed her eyes to try to ease the pain. Peter stroked her forehead and noticed it was a little warm. He considered calling a doctor to come check up on her, but figured he wouldn’t call on one right away if the pain receded. He would give it some time.
A few moments later, Edmund and Susan returned with towels and water. Peter took one of the towels and soaked it. He then placed it on Lucy’s head in an effort to cool down her fever if she had one.
Susan stayed with her as the boys left the room. When they were out of earshot of the girls, Edmund said, “I hope she’s okay. Remember what Aslan said. He said that we’d be going back, that is, me and Lu-”
“Lucy and I,” Peter corrected. He stiffened as he realized he had sounded just like Susan did at correcting grammar.
Edmund rolled his eyes as he said, “whatever. But he said we’d be going back to Narnia. I just hope she’s…”
Peter understood his brother’s concern, but at the same time felt a tinge of hatred and envy at how Edmund got to go back to Narnia when he, Peter, had to “grow up”, so to speak. It angered him. He didn’t like Edmund talking about going back to Narnia, at least not in front of him.
“I wonder what’ll happen this time…” Edmund said, not registering how angry he was making his older brother by talking about Narnia. Peter tried to control himself as much as he could, but if Edmund said one more thing, especially about him, he would snap.
“I hope it’s sooner rather than later so we could meet Caspian again.”
SMACK! Peter had lost it and his hand struck Edmund out of nowhere. Edmund was beyond shocked as he turned on his brother furiously.
“What was that for?” He asked, incredulously, holding a hand to his face.
“Stop talking about that place!” Peter cried, unable to control his inner emotions much longer.
“Why are you acting this way all of a sudden?” Edmund asked.
“What are you talking about?” Peter asked, though he already knew he was acting odd in front of his brother, smacking him for being excited about going back to Narnia.
“You hit me for no reason and then tell me to stop talking about that place. For your information, Peter, that place is Narnia. Stop being so ignorant!”
“Stop talking back to me then!” Peter countered, hitting him on the head. Very soon, he felt a sharp pain in his leg as Edmund kicked him in defense.
“Ahh!” He said as he tried standing up straight from the kick. When looking up at his brother, Peter saw that his brother had brought his fists up to his face as if they really were fighting.
But Peter ended it when he lowered Edmund’s fists as he said, “Sorry, I was wrong to come off like that. I’m just upset.”
“Why?” Edmund asked making sure Peter wasn’t going to hit him again. “Is it because you can’t go back?”
Peter glanced at him, but said nothing. Yes, he wanted to say. All I really want to do is be a kid again and return to Cas-sorry, Narnia. He blushed as the thought of him crossed his mind. Edmund didn’t question any further though which gave Peter time to escape the awkward exchange and go off to think about his actions. He hated the fact that he wasn’t to return to Narnia and what felt even worse was his excuse for wanting to return there in the first place…to see a certain king who he thought he had intimate feelings for. But the feelings were extinguished when he reached outside to find himself drenched in the rain.
Great, he thought as sat on the stone steps leading up to the house. My thinking spot is all washed out.
Author's note: Ok, I managed to cook up another chapter. I got a lot written of this story, but I started ahead a few chapters, so I need to fill in this section, so it may take a while, since I need to think and write as opposed to type up whatever I had written.