Each chapter of this story is going to involve a conversation between two of the Pevensie children. This chapter takes place directly after Prince Caspian, and is based more off the movie than the book. I don't own anything Narnia related. Enjoy!

They sat in silence as the train began to move again. There was a slight feeling of loss as they watched the station vanish. The girls had disembarked at that station and the two of them were on their own for this last leg of the journey.

They were alone in their particular car. Most of the other boys had sat further up. The girls had occupied the seat opposite them. One of them could have moved across to fill the empty place, but both were too lost in their own thoughts to notice.

It was Peter who spoke first. "I wonder how long it's been."

While to many this may have seemed cryptic, Edmund understood his brother perfectly. "We've only been gone a couple hours. It could be a couple years."

"Or only minutes."

Silence reigned once more as the train sped past trees and shrubs. At last Peter spoke what was on his mind. "Ed, I think we need to talk."

Edmund smiled. "It's all right Pete. Dad told me all about the birds and the bees last year."

Peter smiled and hit him good naturedly. "Not that talk you idiot. I mean there are some things I need to say to you."

Edmund sobered. He'd been waiting for this conversation. He'd known Peter wouldn't forget, even in the heat of battle. He had purposely kept himself scarce during their last days in Narnia, not wanting to spoil the celebration.

"Ed, I'm sorry," Peter said slowly. "I know I haven't been the best role model lately, and even worse, I've treated you like rubbish.

"It's just been so hard, you know? To have lived half a lifetime and then have to go back to being a kid…it's no excuse but-"

"It's okay Pete," Edmund said quietly, "I know."

"Even this whole time, when I've been such a jerk to you, you stood by me. You saved my skin on more than one occasion, and I never even needed to ask. You were just there."

Edmund shifted in his seat. "What was I supposed to do? Let them beat you to a bloody pulp? Even for a King of Narnia, three on one's not fair."

"In Narnia too. Susan was angry at me, Caspian hated me, but even after I got all those Narnians killed, you just stood quietly by my side."

"We all get selfish Pete; we all have to learn lessons. I should know that better than anyone. How could I be mad? I was a traitor to an entire nation, and my own family."

"You didn't exactly get anyone killed though," Peter said.

Edmund looked at him sharply. "Didn't I?" he asked incredulously. "You've forgotten about Aslan. I killed the most benevolent and holy of all beings. His coming back doesn't change the fact that I was the reason he had to die in the first place."

"I guess you're right," Peter said. "I hadn't really thought about it from your point of view."

They sat in silence for a few moments. "Are you all right?" Edmund asked at last.

"What do you mean?"

"You know…because you can't go back?"

Peter sighed. "Yes, I am. Aslan told us some things, Susan and me, that I can't tell you just yet. Things about him, about us, and about our world here. I would have loved to stay in Narnia forever. But I can see now, things that I couldn't before. Besides, I'm still a King of Narnia. It's just that no one here knows it."

He shifted in his seat and grimaced, then a look of surprise came over his face. "What is it?" Edmund asked, concerned.

"My shoulder's sore," Peter said. "For a moment I thought…but no. I t has to be from the fight at the station."

"Well if you need any help, I'm right here," Edmund said with a wide grin.

"Yeah, where'd you learn to do that anyway?" Peter asked, "Pop a shoulder back into place?"

"You remember that centaur, Reefwind?"

"Yeah."

"Fifth year of our reign. He taught me how. Said it might be useful someday. I didn't realize how right he'd be."

"Well I'm glad he did it. It hurt like the dickens though."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Edmund said sheepishly, "I thought it might hurt less if I just sprang it on you. Guess not though," he grinned. "Besides, you were starting to get all sentimental on me and I knew once you got off you wouldn't stop. You needed a clear head for battle."

"Well thanks for your concern," Peter said sarcastically, but with a smile.

"Seriously Pete," Edmund said after a moment, "a lot of what you said to me hurt. But it can't be any worse than some of the stuff I said to you. I know things were hard, and if anybody had a right to be angry it was you. But you're still my brother, and I'll watch your back any time, even if you're not in the right."

"Thanks," Peter said, "and just so you know, I'm watching out for yours too. You're a good brother Ed, and I don't think I could ask for better."

He pulled him over for a brief hug. "Well," Edmund said when he had returned to his seat, "now that that's all taken care of, I hear they're starting a fencing class at school this year."

"Really?" Peter said a grin spreading across his face. "Now that sounds like a class I might enjoy."

"You're reading my mind," Edmund said, his own smile bright.

"D'you really think it's fair though?" Peter asked.

"These gents have got to grow up sometime," Edmund replied. "It's about time they learned a lesson or two about humility."

"I suppose it would be good practice for you," Peter mused, "you never know when you'll be going back."

"Only when I least expect it."

As the train pulled into the station the brothers gathered their belongings and disembarked. Their renewed sense of brotherhood and camaraderie spurred them along as they joined the throng of boys headed for school. It might not have been the adventure they would have chosen, but it was an adventure nonetheless. They would face it together, side by side; two Kings in a foreign land.

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