Burke/Pevensie Part 2/2 I'M SORRY IT GREW LEGSsupergreakMarch 25 2011, 22:59:50 UTC
Peter loved the army and the spies(Crows) and the police force(tiny, loud Mice) and the head Chef(an aging Badger who slapped the King's hand when he tried to steal a cookie). They wandered out to the forest and Peter gaped at the view. It was...breathtaking, for lack of a better word. "Neal would love to paint this." He said to himself. "Who's Neal?" The King asked. "Friend of yours?" "He's my, well, sort of," He searched for the right words. "He's the man I spent five years tracking, arrested, put in jail for another five, escaped with three months to go, negotiated to help the FBI in exchange for house arrest, and have staked my entire career on helping. I know him better than most anyone, which is why it hurt so much when he betrayed me." The King took all this in with a raised eyebrow, and asked, "How did he betray you?" Peter explained about Neal's past, and Alex, and the music box, and the stolen Nazi art(the King's face darkened at the mention of this) and how he'd shot Adler and how very personally Neal's actions hurt him. He got a little worked up in his righteous anger, and he could hear El's voice in his ear telling him to calm down.
King Peter nodded, and as they walked through the forest, trees moving to make a path, told Peter Burke another story of betrayal, of loss and mourning and sacrifice and redemption. They were both, er, obviously suffering from allergies to pollen or something by the time the story was done, because both FBI agents and High Kings are too manly to cry.
"How did you ever forgive him? I can't imagine it." Peter Pevensie smiled. "Aslan forgave him; how could I not? He's learned more from his redemption than he ever could from condemnation. He's not called Edmund the Just for nothing, you know. Besides, he's my brother. No matter what stupid stunt he did, I still love him more. I'm not privy to your relationship with Neal, but you wouldn't care so much about his actions if you didn't love him, at least a little." They had reached a clearing, and a Lion stood majestically in the sun. "Hallo, Aslan. I assume you're here for Mr. Burke?" The Lion let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, young Peter. His time has come to return home." "I'll leave you to it, then." The King bowed low and left the clearing, whistling as he walked.
Peter Burke had never felt more on-trial than he did right now. Not any of the hundreds of times he'd testified before judges, not when he'd first met El's parents, not when he applied at the FBI. It felt like this mighty Lion he'd heard of in King Peter's stories knew all of him thoughts, all his past and future and possibilities. He felt like he needed to bow or something. He resisted the urge.
Aslan looked at him appraisingly. "Have you learned what you needed to here?" Peter nodded jerkily. "Then it's time for you to go." He roared, and between them appeared a trapdoor underneath the soil. Peter crouched down, testing the handle. When he looked back up, Aslan was gone. Farewell, Sir he thought, and pulled the trapdoor up. The dim evening light illuminated a narrow staircase. Peter turned his cellphone back on, holding the light up as a beacon as he picked his way down the stairs. At the bottom, there was another small door. It was locked. Peter got his 'emergency pin' off his jacket's lining and picked the lock open. He pushed the door open and fell onto the floor of Neal's closet. He crawled back and felt the back panel- the door was already gone. The light popped on over his head.
"Suit?! What are you doing in Neal's closet? And why are you covered in dust?"
They were both, er, obviously suffering from allergies to pollen or something by the time the story was done, because both FBI agents and High Kings are too manly to cry. *grins forever* ♥
Seriously, this is made of so much more awesome than my silly thought deserves :D I am now FULLY CONVINCED that Peter will go to Narnia after the S2 finale and will get some sense beaten into him by the other Peter *firm nod is firm*
They wandered out to the forest and Peter gaped at the view. It was...breathtaking, for lack of a better word. "Neal would love to paint this." He said to himself.
"Who's Neal?" The King asked. "Friend of yours?"
"He's my, well, sort of," He searched for the right words. "He's the man I spent five years tracking, arrested, put in jail for another five, escaped with three months to go, negotiated to help the FBI in exchange for house arrest, and have staked my entire career on helping. I know him better than most anyone, which is why it hurt so much when he betrayed me."
The King took all this in with a raised eyebrow, and asked, "How did he betray you?"
Peter explained about Neal's past, and Alex, and the music box, and the stolen Nazi art(the King's face darkened at the mention of this) and how he'd shot Adler and how very personally Neal's actions hurt him. He got a little worked up in his righteous anger, and he could hear El's voice in his ear telling him to calm down.
King Peter nodded, and as they walked through the forest, trees moving to make a path, told Peter Burke another story of betrayal, of loss and mourning and sacrifice and redemption. They were both, er, obviously suffering from allergies to pollen or something by the time the story was done, because both FBI agents and High Kings are too manly to cry.
"How did you ever forgive him? I can't imagine it."
Peter Pevensie smiled. "Aslan forgave him; how could I not? He's learned more from his redemption than he ever could from condemnation. He's not called Edmund the Just for nothing, you know. Besides, he's my brother. No matter what stupid stunt he did, I still love him more. I'm not privy to your relationship with Neal, but you wouldn't care so much about his actions if you didn't love him, at least a little." They had reached a clearing, and a Lion stood majestically in the sun. "Hallo, Aslan. I assume you're here for Mr. Burke?"
The Lion let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, young Peter. His time has come to return home."
"I'll leave you to it, then." The King bowed low and left the clearing, whistling as he walked.
Peter Burke had never felt more on-trial than he did right now. Not any of the hundreds of times he'd testified before judges, not when he'd first met El's parents, not when he applied at the FBI. It felt like this mighty Lion he'd heard of in King Peter's stories knew all of him thoughts, all his past and future and possibilities. He felt like he needed to bow or something. He resisted the urge.
Aslan looked at him appraisingly. "Have you learned what you needed to here?"
Peter nodded jerkily.
"Then it's time for you to go." He roared, and between them appeared a trapdoor underneath the soil. Peter crouched down, testing the handle. When he looked back up, Aslan was gone.
Farewell, Sir he thought, and pulled the trapdoor up. The dim evening light illuminated a narrow staircase. Peter turned his cellphone back on, holding the light up as a beacon as he picked his way down the stairs. At the bottom, there was another small door. It was locked. Peter got his 'emergency pin' off his jacket's lining and picked the lock open. He pushed the door open and fell onto the floor of Neal's closet. He crawled back and felt the back panel- the door was already gone. The light popped on over his head.
"Suit?! What are you doing in Neal's closet? And why are you covered in dust?"
THE END.
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They were both, er, obviously suffering from allergies to pollen or something by the time the story was done, because both FBI agents and High Kings are too manly to cry. *grins forever* ♥
Seriously, this is made of so much more awesome than my silly thought deserves :D I am now FULLY CONVINCED that Peter will go to Narnia after the S2 finale and will get some sense beaten into him by the other Peter *firm nod is firm*
Thank you for being made of awesome \O/
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