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Title: Awakening 1/2
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a short two parter inspired by something Will said on the PC audio commentary about a thunderstorm that happened while they were filming the post-raid return scene and how he and Ben wanted to grab a hand-held and film it in the rain. (Which would have been hot!). Also half-inspired by Jenny by the Killers :)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Silence filled the air as they made their way back to the How, broken only by the sound of leaves and stones crunching underfoot, but Peter barely noticed. He couldn’t get the faces of his fallen comrades from his mind, nor could he bring himself to admit that it was his fault. Instead he laid full blame on the Telmarine at his side. If Caspian had kept to the plan, it would have worked. If Caspian hadn’t let his emotions rule his actions, everyone who had died could have been saved. The early morning air felt close around him and sweat trickled down his neck as Peter slowly convinced himself what he was thinking was true. Fifteen years of ruling as High King in Narnia told him that a storm was approaching but whilst he longed for the cool rain to abate the heat, he couldn’t help thinking that it was all wrong. He’d always associated storms with battles and conflict and then afterwards, revelations and new beginnings, but the battle had already been fought and lost, and he could foresee know new revelations.
Soon they were in sight of the How and an anxious Lucy ran out to meet them.
“What happened?” Ignoring her, Peter walked straight past her and stood by one of the columns outside the How’s entrance. He could see her about to ask again until she spotted that Trumpkin was injured and rushed to help him. After the dwarf had assured her that he was ok, the rest of the depleted troop began to trickle inside, leaving just Caspian and the Pevensies.
“Peter, what happened?” Lucy repeated moving closer.
“Ask him.” He replied, shooting Caspian a venomous look. The other man looked up, almost bewildered and Susan chastised him.
“Me? You could have called it off, there was still time,” Caspian responded, his voice laced with passive anger.
“No there wasn’t, thanks to you. If you’d kept to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive right now,” Peter retorted.
“And if you stayed here like I said yesterday, they definitely would be!” Caspian’s voice was rising now and the first crack of thunder sounded from the bruised sky above.
Peter half-laughed incredulously. “You called us, remember?”
“My first mistake,” Caspian sneered and Susan looked at him, clearly hurt but he ignored her, his eyes fixed on Peter.
“Come on, Lu,” she huffed, putting an arm around her sister and leading her into the How. Neither of the quarrelling boys noticed them go.
“No,” Peter challenged. “Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.” Lightening flashed, illuminating the angry expression of each of their faces. Peter turned away to enter the How, feeling the first drop of rain on his cheek.
“HEY!” The Telmarine prince’s shout stopped Peter in his tracks and he turned back to face his rival. Caspian lowered his voice. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.”
Edmund tensed as he recognised the look on his brother’s face. It was the look he’d seen so many times in the past year before every fight and every argument and he readied himself to intervene as Peter stepped closer to Caspian.
“You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to be here than Miraz does.” Caspian shook his head and pushed past the young king. “You, him, your father; Narnia’s better off without the lot of you!” Peter shouted, raising his voice above the rain that was now pouring down around them. There was a moment of suspended tension where Peter detachedly noticed how the rain made Caspian’s shirt cling to his toned back, before Caspian let out a strangled cry and spun around, drawing his sword. Peter met him readily, his own sword already drawn.
“Stop it!” Edmund shouted at them both. For the first time they seemed to realise exactly what they were doing and they looked at Edmund almost sheepishly, their swords lowered. Edmund glared back at them. “Stop acting like spoilt brats. You both messed up; deal with it.” He walked off leaving the two older men alone as the rain cascaded down. There was more silence.
“He’s right,” Peter said finally, his eyes on the puddles at his feet.
“No. No, he is far from right,” Caspian said bitingly and Peter looked up, surprised. “It was your arrogance that got us into this, not mine.”
Peter couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Excuse me?”
“You know for years I idolised you, begged to hear stories about you from Cornelius; but now that I know who you truly are I see that it was all an illusion. You are arrogant and conceited and power-driven. You go through life blind to everything and everyone, following your own rules, never caring about the consequences of your actions or about who you might hurt along the way.” Caspian accused, his voice carried cruelly by the wind.
“Who are you to judge me? Peter asked heatedly “You’re just like the rest; driven by personal revenge and using the faith and courage of innocent people to get it. But now you wish you’d never called us so tell Prince Caspian, what more do you want from me?!” The next few seconds happened in a blur as Caspian strode forward and grabbed Peter, kissing him with a passion and fury only the wild storm around them could match. It wasn’t until it was over that Peter realised that he’d been kissing back. They stood together for a few minutes, Caspian’s fingers still entwined in Peter’s hair and the other’s vice-like grip still on Caspian’s shirt. Brown eyes burned into blue and when Caspian spoke, though his voice was a whisper amid the thunderstorm, Peter heard every word.
“Does that answer your question?”
And suddenly he was gone, a dark shape being swallowed up into the rain. Peter breathed deeply, oblivious to the storm, and stayed.
Pairing: Peter/Caspian
Rating: PG
Summary: Just a short two parter inspired by something Will said on the PC audio commentary about a thunderstorm that happened while they were filming the post-raid return scene and how he and Ben wanted to grab a hand-held and film it in the rain. (Which would have been hot!). Also half-inspired by Jenny by the Killers :)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Silence filled the air as they made their way back to the How, broken only by the sound of leaves and stones crunching underfoot, but Peter barely noticed. He couldn’t get the faces of his fallen comrades from his mind, nor could he bring himself to admit that it was his fault. Instead he laid full blame on the Telmarine at his side. If Caspian had kept to the plan, it would have worked. If Caspian hadn’t let his emotions rule his actions, everyone who had died could have been saved. The early morning air felt close around him and sweat trickled down his neck as Peter slowly convinced himself what he was thinking was true. Fifteen years of ruling as High King in Narnia told him that a storm was approaching but whilst he longed for the cool rain to abate the heat, he couldn’t help thinking that it was all wrong. He’d always associated storms with battles and conflict and then afterwards, revelations and new beginnings, but the battle had already been fought and lost, and he could foresee know new revelations.
Soon they were in sight of the How and an anxious Lucy ran out to meet them.
“What happened?” Ignoring her, Peter walked straight past her and stood by one of the columns outside the How’s entrance. He could see her about to ask again until she spotted that Trumpkin was injured and rushed to help him. After the dwarf had assured her that he was ok, the rest of the depleted troop began to trickle inside, leaving just Caspian and the Pevensies.
“Peter, what happened?” Lucy repeated moving closer.
“Ask him.” He replied, shooting Caspian a venomous look. The other man looked up, almost bewildered and Susan chastised him.
“Me? You could have called it off, there was still time,” Caspian responded, his voice laced with passive anger.
“No there wasn’t, thanks to you. If you’d kept to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive right now,” Peter retorted.
“And if you stayed here like I said yesterday, they definitely would be!” Caspian’s voice was rising now and the first crack of thunder sounded from the bruised sky above.
Peter half-laughed incredulously. “You called us, remember?”
“My first mistake,” Caspian sneered and Susan looked at him, clearly hurt but he ignored her, his eyes fixed on Peter.
“Come on, Lu,” she huffed, putting an arm around her sister and leading her into the How. Neither of the quarrelling boys noticed them go.
“No,” Peter challenged. “Your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people.” Lightening flashed, illuminating the angry expression of each of their faces. Peter turned away to enter the How, feeling the first drop of rain on his cheek.
“HEY!” The Telmarine prince’s shout stopped Peter in his tracks and he turned back to face his rival. Caspian lowered his voice. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.”
Edmund tensed as he recognised the look on his brother’s face. It was the look he’d seen so many times in the past year before every fight and every argument and he readied himself to intervene as Peter stepped closer to Caspian.
“You invaded Narnia. You have no more right to be here than Miraz does.” Caspian shook his head and pushed past the young king. “You, him, your father; Narnia’s better off without the lot of you!” Peter shouted, raising his voice above the rain that was now pouring down around them. There was a moment of suspended tension where Peter detachedly noticed how the rain made Caspian’s shirt cling to his toned back, before Caspian let out a strangled cry and spun around, drawing his sword. Peter met him readily, his own sword already drawn.
“Stop it!” Edmund shouted at them both. For the first time they seemed to realise exactly what they were doing and they looked at Edmund almost sheepishly, their swords lowered. Edmund glared back at them. “Stop acting like spoilt brats. You both messed up; deal with it.” He walked off leaving the two older men alone as the rain cascaded down. There was more silence.
“He’s right,” Peter said finally, his eyes on the puddles at his feet.
“No. No, he is far from right,” Caspian said bitingly and Peter looked up, surprised. “It was your arrogance that got us into this, not mine.”
Peter couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Excuse me?”
“You know for years I idolised you, begged to hear stories about you from Cornelius; but now that I know who you truly are I see that it was all an illusion. You are arrogant and conceited and power-driven. You go through life blind to everything and everyone, following your own rules, never caring about the consequences of your actions or about who you might hurt along the way.” Caspian accused, his voice carried cruelly by the wind.
“Who are you to judge me? Peter asked heatedly “You’re just like the rest; driven by personal revenge and using the faith and courage of innocent people to get it. But now you wish you’d never called us so tell Prince Caspian, what more do you want from me?!” The next few seconds happened in a blur as Caspian strode forward and grabbed Peter, kissing him with a passion and fury only the wild storm around them could match. It wasn’t until it was over that Peter realised that he’d been kissing back. They stood together for a few minutes, Caspian’s fingers still entwined in Peter’s hair and the other’s vice-like grip still on Caspian’s shirt. Brown eyes burned into blue and when Caspian spoke, though his voice was a whisper amid the thunderstorm, Peter heard every word.
“Does that answer your question?”
And suddenly he was gone, a dark shape being swallowed up into the rain. Peter breathed deeply, oblivious to the storm, and stayed.