Warnings: This is a really random story that practically typed itself. It's rather pointless, but perhaps you'll enjoy it anyway. Also English isn't my first language, so have patience with me if there is any grammar mistakes.

Summon: Two brothers and Kings speaks of death. A short study of Peter and Edmund's relationship, in Narnia and Spare 'Oom.

Disclaimer: If I owned Narnia Edmund would be in all of the stories. He isn't thus I don't.

"Pete?"

"Yes, Ed?"

"I'm tired."

"I know. It'll be alright."

"But it hurts so much."

"The pain will go away as soon as Lucy comes with the cordial."

"But Pete?"

"Yeah?"

"What if she doesn't come?"

"Then I'll fix it, I just have to, and I will, Ed, I promise."

"- Are you crying, Pete?"

"No."

"You don't have to. I'm not afraid of dying."

"You won't die!"

"Of course I will. Maybe not now, but someday, sometime, I will."

Silence.

"Pete?"

"Yes?"

"Are you scared?"

"Of dying?"

"No, now."

Silence.

"Pete?"

"Yes, I'm scared as hell. You may not be afraid of dying, but I'm so afraid of loosing you, Ed. I almost did once, and I don't want to do it again."

"Don't cry, Pete, even if I die we'll meet in Aslan's country."

"But I don't want you to- Ed, what's the matter?"

"It hurts, oh Aslan, I'm burning up! Peter, I'm burning up!"

"Ed! I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, High King."

"Why're you acting like that? Are you mad at me?"

"No, why would I be mad at you?"

"What've I done?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe almost getting bloody killed?"

"I had to do it."

"Why? Just why?"

"The giant were attacking small villages and -"

"I know bloody well what was wrong. I was just wondering why you couldn't send someone else instead of you!"

"Because I'm High King, Ed! I have to protect Narnia!"

"Well then, don't be!"

"I can't just stop being king!"

"Send me instead!"

"And get you killed?"

"I'm not afraid of dying."

"Neither am I."

"Well, I don't want you dead, Pete!"

"Stop acting like such a prick. I won't send you alone, not after last time."

"We could both go, Lu and Su can handle the Cair just fine."

"Fine. Next time I'll take you with me. Alright?"

"Alright."

"Edmund!"

"Sire, you can't save him, not in your condition!"

"I have to! Ed!"

"Your majesty, lay down! You oughtn't be up in another full hour."

"But they took him!"

"I'll find him, King Peter."

"Oreius, let me come!"

"No, not until you've fully recovered."

"But it'll be to late!"

"Which is why I'm going alone."

Hours later.

"Sire, your brother asked me to come."

"That git."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Are you hurt, Your Majesty?"

"Not particularly. Is Peter alright?"

"He's been better, but he'll live. He's mostly worried about you, Sire."

"He needn't be, I'm not scared."

"Have patience with him, my King. He cares about you."

"I care about him, too, but that doesn't stop him from almost getting killed plenty of times."

"With all respect, sire, but so have you."

"That's beside the point."

"Whatever you say, my King."

"The train should come any moment, Ed, don't worry."

"I've got this bad feeling, something isn't right."

"We've gone through it a million times, what could possibly go wrong?"

"I don't know, it's just this feeling I have. Maybe it's magic."

"What do you mean, magic?"

"Narnian magic, Pete. By the Lion, how I wish it is!"

"It won't be. He said we'd never come back."

"Not in this life, perhaps. But once we've died, don't you think we'll come to Aslan's country?"

"Maybe. I hope so. I know it's been ages, but I still miss it, so much. I miss Oreius and Tumnus, the Beavers and Caspian, DLF and everyone else. By Jove, I even miss the battles, to be reminded that you're alive!"

"I miss it too. If that's what to come, then I'm not afraid of dying."

Ed, you never were.