Peter had practically run home from the tube station. Something was wrong at home; he could feel it nagging at him. Even though his siblings reassured him everything was fine, he could read between the lines of the letters they sent to him. Two main things had stood out at him; Susan's letters were full of parties and social gossip but Narnia was never touched on. Whereas, news about Susan became less and less in Lucy's letters and more about Narnia. What worried him the most was Edmund's letters. Edmund's letters were always short, never revealing anything about him and always ending with 'Lucy and Susan miss you.' Peter knew his brother well enough to see a silent plea to come home when he saw one. It had plagued his conscious for most of the school term to figure out what was wrong. To make sure everyone was alright.

Now he stood on his own front doorstep hesitating, enjoying the familiar feeling of being home with his family. Letting himself through the front door, Peter found the house silent except for the ticking of the hall clock. It was still early for his parents to still be asleep but he'd expected Lucy, or maybe even Susan, to have greeted him this morning . . .

His train of thought disappeared as he glanced into the living room. His frown melted into a curious smile. Having grown up with a sister who had a tendency to sleepwalk, Peter was used to finding Susan asleep in the oddest places. But usually when she sleep-walked, Lucy was never far behind. So why was Edmund taking her place this time? Though both his siblings were still fast asleep, they had an iron grip on each other's hands. Peter's frown creased in concern. To him it looked like they were terrified of being parted. He hadn't seen Ed and Su like this since . . . Narnia. The moment sprang to Peter's mind instantly. That time had resulted in Susan sleepwalking as well.

Leaving his suitcase and bag in the hallway, Peter quietly moved to Edmund and sat down beside his brother and Susan. Edmund was half-sat, half-sprawled against the sofa in an uncomfortable sleeping position. His fingers twitched restlessly by his side as if he was trying to grab at something elusive and his eyes rolled frantically beneath their lids, caught in a bad dream. Gently pushing Edmund's shoulder so that he was sitting up straighter, Peter scooted closer so that Edmund's head now lay on his shoulder. He snaked an arm around Edmund's shoulder and hugged him.

"Not exiled," murmured Edmund, sleepily, still caught up in his dream. Peter gave him a sympathetic look, thinking his brother was having one of his old recurring nightmares about Jadis. What Edmund said next surprised Peter. "Su, don't leave us, please . . . please don't forget us."

Edmund became more restless, muttering repeatedly to himself.

"Shh, Ed," murmured Peter, soothingly, into his ear. "It's going to be alright. I'm home. Su's here. Its okay, go back to sleep."

At the sound of his older brother's voice, Edmund's face began to relax and he fell back to sleep. However, as the younger Pevensie leaned more heavily against Peter, he pulled on Susan's hand, almost toppling her off the sofa. The sudden movement caused Susan to wake up with a disorientated start. She reached out with her free hand and steadied herself against Peter's shoulder.

"Why on earth am I sleeping down here," murmured Susan, before doing a double-take. "Peter! You're home!"

She moved to hug him and almost clocked Edmund around the head with their still joined hands. She looked down at his hand in confusion before looking quizzically at Peter.

Peter shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Hello, Su," he whispered. "I just got in and found you both like this. I'm guessing you were sleepwalking again."

Susan frowned. "Yes," she replied, slowly, peering intensely at her younger brother's sleeping expression. "Yes, I must have been."

Peter caught sight of the haunted expression that flittered through Susan's eyes before it quickly disappeared from view. Peter's suspicions that something was going on was now confirmed and deep down he knew that it had something to do with Susan's refusal to speak about Narnia. He opened his mouth to ask her what was the matter, when they were both distracted by Edmund slowly waking up, the moment disappearing.

Edmund's chocolate eyes sleepily blinked open. Peter couldn't help the grin that spread across his expression, his previous concerns momentarily forgotten, as Edmund grumbled about how uncomfortable his pillow was.

Edmund's eyes widened comically when he realised who his pillow actually was.

"Peter!" he exclaimed. His smile hid the dark bags under his eyes.

Peter smiled in understanding at the relief shining in his brother's eyes. "I know," he teased. "I'm home."

He'd figure out what was wrong with Susan and Edmund later. For now, he was happy just to be back home with them.

The End.