Yay! Chapter 4 has arrived!
For the Peter/Caspian fic at least.
Title: The Lost King
Author: Me, unless my invisible twin wrote it behind my back.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: G...reaching PG maybe
WordCount: 1,390
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.
A/N: Ok...bare with me on this chapter. I know it's a bit outlandish, but that's the explanation I have.
Chapter 4-Fight For A Reason
Peter stood behind the boy almost anticipating that he would turn around with a look of utter confusion and say, “what?” He had to, Peter thought, there’s no way that the real Caspian would be here…at my school.
However, when the boy turned around, Peter saw he had the same complexion, the same dark brown eyes, the same look of innocence that the prince had had when he proposed his plans to Peter. He was not a boy at all. He was a man, the current king of Narnia.
Peter’s eyes grew wide as he saw Caspian look at him. How…
Caspian looked overjoyed to see Peter there and was about to get up from the desk he sat at when Peter questioned him, forcing him to remain seated, “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to-”
“Mr. Pevensie.”
Peter turned his attention away from Caspian to see Professor Mallack, standing in front of the class. His eyes were directed at Peter and Peter suddenly realized he was out of his seat after the bell had sounded. Stupid! He thought to himself. Giving Caspian one last look of direct eye contact, he stalked back to his seat.
The entire class period, Peter hadn’t taken out his materials. He kept staring at Caspian. He wondered how and why he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Narnia? Did he get dethroned somehow? Questions were racing through his mind as his history class went by like molasses…incredibly slowly.
It seemed an eternity before the bell finally rung and Peter hopped up out of his chair, rushing toward the front of the class, not bothering to apologize if he was pushing people aside. He had caught up with Caspian and suddenly, his brain shut down. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to ask him. Lucky for him, Caspian spoke first.
“Peter! I’m very happy to see you!” Caspian told him, bowing almost out of habit. Peter brought him back up, noticing people were starting to look at them strangely. They had begun walking so as not to create a traffic jam in order to get to the next class.
“Caspian…” Peter began, “I don’t even know where to start…um, why are you here?”
Caspian hesitated before saying, “I’m here because Aslan asked me to come here.”
“Wait, what?” Peter asked, stopping in the middle of the hall, facing Caspian. There was a commotion behind him, but he ignored it, wanting to hear Caspian admit that Aslan had really sent him, Prince Caspian, to England. Could it be that Aslan had listened to my prayer for me to see him again? Peter wondered.
Caspian barely had time to speak when another boy behind them started yelling, “oy! What’s the hold up? You two slow or something?”
Peter wished he had his sword right about now. He would slit that boy’s throat. Caspian saw the rage in his eyes and shook his head lightly as if to say, “just ignore them”. But Caspian was the least to know that any insult directed at Peter was liable to end up in a fistfight. That was almost certain. But it was the next comment that got him the most.
“Or are you fighting with your girlfriend?” A few boys snickered at the comment.
Peter was on edge now. If you’re referring to Caspian, you’ve said the wrong thing. Almost out of nowhere, Peter kicked backwards and hit the boy behind him. Turning around, he found his opponent kneeling on the ground. Yes, I hit the spot. He thought, triumphantly. But even that wouldn’t stop a jerk like that. A few of his friends ran at Peter and the eldest Pevensie just dodged a pair of hands. He clubbed one on the head with his fist, sending him down to the floor like the other one. It was then that he felt his own face get punched. Blinking slowly, he saw two boys gaining up on him, each with their fists poised to take another shot. It was two punches later that Peter realized Caspian had joined in on the fight.
The prince had dragged both boys off of Peter and had knocked them out cold. He didn’t even have his sword with him. But he knew how to fight. Peter glanced at him and smiled for a second before a teacher stepped in and broke up what was left of the fight. When the rest of the crowd dispersed to their second class, Caspian came up to Peter who breathed, “thanks.”
Then, Peter unmistakenably saw the prince smile. Peter furrowed his brow in confusion and Caspian said, “you look terrible.”
***
“Well, I must say, I never thought I’d end up a bloody lip over protecting you.”
Caspian laughed hollowly as he said, “but you already had protected me. You protected me from my uncle and all the other Telmarines who wanted to see me dead.”
“Yes, well, I was referring to today in particular, not the last time I went to Narnia.” Peter suddenly frowned at the thought of the wonderful place. The wonderful place he wanted to go back to. He closed his eyes, unconcerned. They had survived the rest of the school day and now were hanging out, waiting for the train to come. Peter had met up with Edmund briefly to tell him that he was staying after and that he would be home later. Edmund went on ahead. Peter really didn’t have anything going on…he just wanted more time with Caspian. After all, he had arrived in England and he wasn’t familiar with it at all.
While they were waiting, Peter had asked Caspian all sorts of questions. He found out that Aslan had instructed Caspian to come to England specifically because of Lucy.
“Is that so?” Peter asked, a hint of iciness in his voice.
“Yes.” Caspian admitted, “Aslan had told me that she was very sick. So, since she is to return, I was sent to make sure she is all right.”
Peter knitted his eyebrows, not fully convinced. “So, there’s no other reason why you came here…to Earth?”
“Well,” Caspian said, “I suppose Aslan wanted me to see what it would be like if I lived where you did. Narnia is fine at the moment. Not a whole lot has happened in the last two years.”
Two years? Peter’s eyes grew wide as he suddenly remembered that Narnian time was slightly different than Earth time. He glanced at Caspian and noticed he had gotten older. He hadn’t noticed the first time he saw him though because he was still stuck on why he was there.
“I mean,” Caspian continued, “we’ve had some minor wars, but otherwise, it’s been peaceful and the Narnians and Telmarines are getting along just like brothers.”
Peter simply nodded. He then questioned when Caspian arrived.
“Very early. Aslan allowed me to pass through the doorway-the same way you left Narnia, and I found a most peculiar little tunnel where there was just but a few men here and there. They were staring at me like they had never seen a king before. Aslan instructed me to find you and since I did not know where you lived, he suggested I disguise myself and sneak into your school. So, I traded clothes with someone in uniform, but when I tried to put them on, I was surrounded by a swarm of girls. I did not know what they were staring at…as if they had never seen anyone changing before…”
Peter held his breath in to keep from bursting with laughter. Leave it up to the king of Narnia to undress in front of a pack of high school girls. That explains the commotion at the underground.
Soon, the train arrived and Peter dragged Caspian on where they sat down. They kept their voices low as Peter inquired more.
“So, how long are you to stay here?”
“Well,” Caspian sighed, “I don’t know. Aslan said he would let me know when it would be time to leave. I imagine once Lucy comes around, I’ll be able to leave. After all, I don’t want to feel like a nuisance to you-”
“Caspian, trust me, you’re far from being a nuisance to any of us.” Peter said genuinely. It was true too. He didn’t want Caspian leaving so suddenly, so he prayed he would have enough time with him to at least be with him…if not confess his love to him.
Title: The Lost King
Author: Me, unless my invisible twin wrote it behind my back.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: G...reaching PG maybe
WordCount: 1,390
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.
A/N: Ok...bare with me on this chapter. I know it's a bit outlandish, but that's the explanation I have.
Chapter 4-Fight For A Reason
Peter stood behind the boy almost anticipating that he would turn around with a look of utter confusion and say, “what?” He had to, Peter thought, there’s no way that the real Caspian would be here…at my school.
However, when the boy turned around, Peter saw he had the same complexion, the same dark brown eyes, the same look of innocence that the prince had had when he proposed his plans to Peter. He was not a boy at all. He was a man, the current king of Narnia.
Peter’s eyes grew wide as he saw Caspian look at him. How…
Caspian looked overjoyed to see Peter there and was about to get up from the desk he sat at when Peter questioned him, forcing him to remain seated, “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to-”
“Mr. Pevensie.”
Peter turned his attention away from Caspian to see Professor Mallack, standing in front of the class. His eyes were directed at Peter and Peter suddenly realized he was out of his seat after the bell had sounded. Stupid! He thought to himself. Giving Caspian one last look of direct eye contact, he stalked back to his seat.
The entire class period, Peter hadn’t taken out his materials. He kept staring at Caspian. He wondered how and why he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be in Narnia? Did he get dethroned somehow? Questions were racing through his mind as his history class went by like molasses…incredibly slowly.
It seemed an eternity before the bell finally rung and Peter hopped up out of his chair, rushing toward the front of the class, not bothering to apologize if he was pushing people aside. He had caught up with Caspian and suddenly, his brain shut down. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to ask him. Lucky for him, Caspian spoke first.
“Peter! I’m very happy to see you!” Caspian told him, bowing almost out of habit. Peter brought him back up, noticing people were starting to look at them strangely. They had begun walking so as not to create a traffic jam in order to get to the next class.
“Caspian…” Peter began, “I don’t even know where to start…um, why are you here?”
Caspian hesitated before saying, “I’m here because Aslan asked me to come here.”
“Wait, what?” Peter asked, stopping in the middle of the hall, facing Caspian. There was a commotion behind him, but he ignored it, wanting to hear Caspian admit that Aslan had really sent him, Prince Caspian, to England. Could it be that Aslan had listened to my prayer for me to see him again? Peter wondered.
Caspian barely had time to speak when another boy behind them started yelling, “oy! What’s the hold up? You two slow or something?”
Peter wished he had his sword right about now. He would slit that boy’s throat. Caspian saw the rage in his eyes and shook his head lightly as if to say, “just ignore them”. But Caspian was the least to know that any insult directed at Peter was liable to end up in a fistfight. That was almost certain. But it was the next comment that got him the most.
“Or are you fighting with your girlfriend?” A few boys snickered at the comment.
Peter was on edge now. If you’re referring to Caspian, you’ve said the wrong thing. Almost out of nowhere, Peter kicked backwards and hit the boy behind him. Turning around, he found his opponent kneeling on the ground. Yes, I hit the spot. He thought, triumphantly. But even that wouldn’t stop a jerk like that. A few of his friends ran at Peter and the eldest Pevensie just dodged a pair of hands. He clubbed one on the head with his fist, sending him down to the floor like the other one. It was then that he felt his own face get punched. Blinking slowly, he saw two boys gaining up on him, each with their fists poised to take another shot. It was two punches later that Peter realized Caspian had joined in on the fight.
The prince had dragged both boys off of Peter and had knocked them out cold. He didn’t even have his sword with him. But he knew how to fight. Peter glanced at him and smiled for a second before a teacher stepped in and broke up what was left of the fight. When the rest of the crowd dispersed to their second class, Caspian came up to Peter who breathed, “thanks.”
Then, Peter unmistakenably saw the prince smile. Peter furrowed his brow in confusion and Caspian said, “you look terrible.”
***
“Well, I must say, I never thought I’d end up a bloody lip over protecting you.”
Caspian laughed hollowly as he said, “but you already had protected me. You protected me from my uncle and all the other Telmarines who wanted to see me dead.”
“Yes, well, I was referring to today in particular, not the last time I went to Narnia.” Peter suddenly frowned at the thought of the wonderful place. The wonderful place he wanted to go back to. He closed his eyes, unconcerned. They had survived the rest of the school day and now were hanging out, waiting for the train to come. Peter had met up with Edmund briefly to tell him that he was staying after and that he would be home later. Edmund went on ahead. Peter really didn’t have anything going on…he just wanted more time with Caspian. After all, he had arrived in England and he wasn’t familiar with it at all.
While they were waiting, Peter had asked Caspian all sorts of questions. He found out that Aslan had instructed Caspian to come to England specifically because of Lucy.
“Is that so?” Peter asked, a hint of iciness in his voice.
“Yes.” Caspian admitted, “Aslan had told me that she was very sick. So, since she is to return, I was sent to make sure she is all right.”
Peter knitted his eyebrows, not fully convinced. “So, there’s no other reason why you came here…to Earth?”
“Well,” Caspian said, “I suppose Aslan wanted me to see what it would be like if I lived where you did. Narnia is fine at the moment. Not a whole lot has happened in the last two years.”
Two years? Peter’s eyes grew wide as he suddenly remembered that Narnian time was slightly different than Earth time. He glanced at Caspian and noticed he had gotten older. He hadn’t noticed the first time he saw him though because he was still stuck on why he was there.
“I mean,” Caspian continued, “we’ve had some minor wars, but otherwise, it’s been peaceful and the Narnians and Telmarines are getting along just like brothers.”
Peter simply nodded. He then questioned when Caspian arrived.
“Very early. Aslan allowed me to pass through the doorway-the same way you left Narnia, and I found a most peculiar little tunnel where there was just but a few men here and there. They were staring at me like they had never seen a king before. Aslan instructed me to find you and since I did not know where you lived, he suggested I disguise myself and sneak into your school. So, I traded clothes with someone in uniform, but when I tried to put them on, I was surrounded by a swarm of girls. I did not know what they were staring at…as if they had never seen anyone changing before…”
Peter held his breath in to keep from bursting with laughter. Leave it up to the king of Narnia to undress in front of a pack of high school girls. That explains the commotion at the underground.
Soon, the train arrived and Peter dragged Caspian on where they sat down. They kept their voices low as Peter inquired more.
“So, how long are you to stay here?”
“Well,” Caspian sighed, “I don’t know. Aslan said he would let me know when it would be time to leave. I imagine once Lucy comes around, I’ll be able to leave. After all, I don’t want to feel like a nuisance to you-”
“Caspian, trust me, you’re far from being a nuisance to any of us.” Peter said genuinely. It was true too. He didn’t want Caspian leaving so suddenly, so he prayed he would have enough time with him to at least be with him…if not confess his love to him.