If you read the last chapter I bet you didn't see the ending line coming about Edmund and Peter not remembering Susan and Lucy, ne? If you did see it coming please don't ruin my fun xD Here is chapter four and I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter Four

"I'm so sorry for my brother's behavior, would you mind telling me your names again?" Peter smiled apologetically as he sat a tray of steaming tea on the wooden coffee table before them.

"You… you really don't remember us Peter?" Lucy whimpered, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

She could see how it broke Peter's heart that he couldn't remember them as he shook his head sadly.

"Perhaps if you remind me how we met?" he offered, tilting his head to the side in an attempt at looking open and friendly in his royal garb, sitting in his ornate chair. It wouldn't have been as affective on anyone else.

"Peter, we're… we're your sisters!" Susan exclaimed, tear drops making little tracks down her pale cheeks.

"Sisters, sisters?" he gave her a bewildered look, his eyes were so forlorn as he cast a lost look around the room.

He seemed to spot what he was looking for behind their heads, coming out of a darkened corner.

"Sisters," a voice behind them scoffed.

"I think that if we had sisters we would know about it." Edmund glared chillingly at them as he came around the couch, his fingers trailing along the wooden carvings marked into the redwood.

"Edmund, " Lucy cried out, her voice barely a whisper, cracking under the strain of it all.

"Ed, " the gratitude in Peter's voice shattered Lucy's heart as she realized the extent of how uncomfortable they were making them.

He grabbed his hand, pulling him closer.

"I think you should get out and take your lies with you." He hissed angrly.

"Edmund Pevensie that is no way to talk to your sister. Do you have any idea how we have felt this whole time that we have been separated. We had to deal with our mother hating us because she thought we had lost you and all you can do is be mean and cold to us. I think you need a personality check Ed." Susan yelled, standing up from the couch, throwing Lucy into frantic mode, trying to get her to calm down.

"Susan?" Peter gasped, a flash of recognition in his eyes.

He looked at her a new, if just for a moment, as someone familiar.

"Peter, Peter, do you remember her?" Lucy gasped, running around the table to grasp his hand between her own delicate fingers.

"No, it… it was just weird. It was like I remembered her, her yelling at Edmund for making fun of… of someone. But then it was gone." Peter shook his head, once again giving Lucy an apologetic sigh.

"No Peter, it's fine. The fact that you remembered anything at all is a good thing!" Lucy smiled warmly at him, about to pull him into a hug before Edmund's hand shoved her away.

"Ed?" Peter looked up at him, his eyes filled with shock.

"Peter may believe your little story, but as far as I'm concerned that's all it is, a story." Edmund hissed as he pulled Peter out of the chair and towards the door.

"The fawns will show you to your room!" Peter called back to them as the heavy wooden door shut behind them, the metal straps across it clanking in the silence of the hall.

"Well that went well." Susan sighed sarcastically as she flopped back down on the couch.

"Now where are those Fawns?"

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"I can't believe you believe them!" Edmund exploded once they were inside their private chambers, Peter lounging on the bed, watching Edmund pace back and forth along the room.

He fingered the silken sheets as Edmund continued to rant in the background.

"I mean whose side are you on anyway?!" and suddenly Peter was in front of him, pulling him into his arms.

"I'm on your side, always and forever, but Ed, I can't deny that I did remember something!"

Edmund buried his head into Peter's chest, breathing in that unique smell that was perfectly Peter.

"Maybe their witches, we are at odds with the Northern countries." He muttered, Edmund was determined to find something wrong with them.

"Ed, we could what if this thing until morning and probably way beyond but I can think of a few much more enjoyable things to do." He smirked at the soft moan that escaped his brother's lips at the mention of certain activities.

"So, which would you rather do?" Peter pulled away from the embrace and laughed at the frustrated look on Edmund's face.

"Damn it Peter, do you even have to ask?" he growled as he let Peter pull him to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft fluffy down comforter.

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The next morning Susan was buttering a slice of bread when Peter came down, laughing as Edmund gripped his arm in a death grip, wincing with every step he took down the spiral stair case, glaring at him the whole way.

"Morning guys." She spoke without thinking, already slipping back into her old role as Queen Susan the gentle.

"Ah!" Edmund gasped, pulling their decent down the stairs to a frozen stop.

"What Ed, Ed are you okay?" Peter grabbed his shoulders, shaking him roughly to and fro.

"Yes Peter, I'm fine, stop trying to shake my brain out of my ears!" Edmund snapped, immediately regretting it at the sight of the wounded look on Peter's face.

"You know I'm kidding Peter." He laughed at the pout on his brother's face as he leaned forward to brush his lips against his neck.

"Better?"

"Hmmm." Peter hummed in the back of his throat in appreciation.

They may have continued right there as they probably would have done in the past but a soft cough from Lucy sitting at the breakfast table brought them back from their own world. It was when they were sitting in their velvet lined chairs that Peter finally addressed Edmund's episode back on the stairs.

"You remembered something didn't you?" he questioned, a snide smirk on his lips.

"No." Edmund growled stubbornly.

"And even if I did, I still stand by my theory that they could be witches." He emphasized his point as he bit harshly into a soft flaky biscuit.

"Okay Ed, okay." Peter sighed, reaching over to grab his hand in his own, smiling as he reached for his gilded cup of juice with the other.

"I think the best thing for us to do today is to try and figure out what is going on with the two of you." Peter gestured to his two supposed sisters as he finished up his breakfast.

The click of the door down the hall echoed darkly throughout the mostly emptied room.

"High King Peter, there is a notice from the encampments of the North. I believe it to be a declaration of war."

Yay, chapter four us up and done!! I hope you liked it and please R & R!!