Ok. Hello guys! This is my second fic! One that some people had been waiting for.
There's not too much to explain aside from the plot you surely have already read. =)

There's too much to see for you can understand the title of the fic! So I you like it and want to know what it is about... Just leave a review and you will inspire me to write better and faster! =D

I'll say everything OVER again...
1) If I have typos... PLEASE LEAVE A LITTLE REVIEW OR SEND A PM TELLING ME! I want to learn from my mistakes! I thank xAshlingxDreamx and Dragon J. 14 for all their help and support! =D And my best friend Mechi too! XD
2) If someone wants me to translate the story in spanish, just leave a review or send me a PM and I will translate it as soon as possible. =)

I have to leave something clear:
1) Maybe... This fic have some SIMILARITIES with "Love Can Bring A Lot Of Surprises" but I asure you that the message, the plot that I want in this story is TOTALLY different from the other story.
2) I'll update one fic per time. HOPEFULLY if I can, per month. But I can't promise anything.

I hope you enjoyed... Tell me what you think... Even if you don't like it, or want something to change... or to add. =) I'm open to suggestions...

DISCLAMER: I don't own Narnia... But what I want the most is to own BENJI! MY CAAAAAAASPIAAAAAN! *drool*

Like the other story, I'll devote a song per chapter =) : This first chapter the song is... Only An Ocean Away from Sarah Brightman (THANK YOU MECHI! XD)

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six bottles around, under, on and next to the table. Another one was being open and drunk by its rim. Its drinker was barely getting tipsy, already used to drink so much. But this time it wasn't a party were people drink for the health of each other. Now, the drink was to drown the pain: such a pain that couldn't be compared with nothing, the worst pain that have ever existed in the few years of life. The pain of never return.

Return to home.

Has your life sense if you can't go back to where your heart belongs? Are you willing to move on with your life when you've been ripped out of your home? Would you forget everything you've been through just because you're not allowed to live that life again?

He wished things were so easy…

"PETER WILLIAM PEVENSIE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! "

He jumped at hearing his sister's yelling. Then turned around and saw her and his mother entering in the room with an anger that could scare all the Giants of the North of Narnia themselves.

"Go away and let me alone."

"Are you insane, Peter!" She yelled at him again taking the bottle off of his hand. "It's not like you can drown your pains in alcohol. You have to move on!"

"Look who's talking."

"At least I'm not trying to get drunk like you!"

"Give me that back and leave! I don't need your lectures. In case you didn't realize you should be here with me."

"Can any of you explain me what are you talking about? Peter, you've drunk five bottles of a very strong wine and you're not even tipsy! When did this habit started? I've never seen you drinking a single sip of alcohol!" Their mother talked for the first time.

The siblings were speechless. They should have been more careful. They looked at each other apologetically knowing what was going to happen. At least they should tell her half of the truth, though it hurt her.

"It started such a long time ago that you wouldn't understand, mom." They could never have say neither 'it started a year ago' or 'sixteen years ago'. She wouldn't believe them.

"Edmund! Come here!" Susan shouted from the door.

"It's such a long story that we could spend years explaining… And you would even be capable of put us in a mental hospital."

"Don't say that! You're my children, I would never! I'll always listen to your problems as every mother does."

"Believe me, mother. There are things that you don't want and shouldn't know."

"What's happening here? PETER!" The youngest of the Pevensies run towards his brother and carry him to the corner of the room while Susan and their mother were leaving the room.

"Are you crazy, brother?"

"You're no one to talk. You don't have an idea how I feel."

"No, I don't. But I know perfectly it's not easy. But life goes on, Pete. Don't stick in a moment. It's not that we have to commit suicide. The meaning of this is that we have a chance to re-start our lives again. I'll be in your place one day and I hope you are with me when the time comes." Without more, he walked out of the room… Satisfied.

"He left a very confused Peter behind, reviewing in his head all that had just happened and what his brother had told him.

And he concluded Edmund was right.

Narnia was going to be his past: somewhere that marked his life forever and made him who he is. He could never change that, and would never do it if he had the chance.

Now he had to live, to find something to do, to enjoy was is given to him: his siblings, his mother, the few friends that he had (that thankfully continue increasing), his studies, he could even find a lady to court, being so lucky as he was.

And with all he had now, he could plan his future, as every rational person would do. Well…. Nothing that had happened in fifteen years of his life was very 'logical' to tell the truth. But things in Earth weren't as that beautiful land… Here things were logical.

Edmund was right: he had to move on.

Susan and her mother were worried. Peter had overreacted. She knew it was too hard… She left the love of her life in that land, her first and only love, and the one she had sealed with a wonderful kiss. And she was the one of the siblings who suffered the most, but didn't waste her health with alcohol.

They were heading into the girls room. Lucy was already there.

"Can you tell me what were you talking about, Susan? It seemed obvious for you two, but I don't understand anything." Her mother asked breaking the silence.

"We already told you, mom. You wouldn't understand, the story is too long to tell… And more than everything, complicated and irrational… Impossible if you want to put it." Susan replied.

"What is it, Su? Is it about…? You, know." Lucy jumped in on concern.

Yes and no, Lu. Peter was just doing something he shouldn't."

"At least if you can't tell me the whole story, explain me the most important things, so I can sooth his pain"

"No, mother. He must face this alone. We have to show him what's right, but he is who has to fight,"

Susan turned to her wardrobe and quickly chose one of her nightgowns. Just then, the door was knocked and Edmund made his way in and sat against the wall. She shot him an incredulously glare, but he just smile and lift his hands as if surrendering… But it turned to be a countdown: Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. 'Knock, knock'

The three woman (Though little Lucy didn't look like such, she was) looked at him in surprise, but they all smiled.

"It seems that all that years helped you to know him a great better." The eldest of the two sisters commented.

"What do you think?" He chuckled. "Come in, Pete." The said boy left his head stick out some inches from behind the door and, seeing the other's friendly faces, entered and was taken aback by the big hug his siblings gave him, that made him totter and fall on his back. His heart and his mother's melting at the endearing sight. A couple of minutes later, the hug broke and Peter looked at Helen, his mother with pleading eyes.

"Mother, would you mind to leave us alone? I need to talk with them." She reluctantly nodded and walked through the door leaving it barely open. They all sit down on the floor and he gave a magnificent speech. "Sorry, guys. I shouldn't have acted that way. You were right."

"They all chuckled but Edmund said "We always are. Especially me." In a very proud way.

"No, you're not. What about the day we were hunting and almost lost in the forest because you thought 'I know this place as the palm of my hand and I know this is the shortest way'? We almost finished in the borders of Archenland. Or what about that time you said the King of Archenland wanted to marry his daughter to you and actually it was to me? Or when you said Trumpkin had hidden my sword in the weaponry room and finally you had it under your blankets? Or when Caspian defeat you because 'someone had distracted you'? Or when Su-"

"JUST SHUT UP!" They all burst out laughing at their brother's misery. His ass face was unique.

"We all know that you'll miss Narnia, Peter. We all will. But it doesn't mean that we have to defeat and give up the rest of our lives." Susan said with a grin. "It's our home. Where we've been raised over half of our lives (Lucy live there more years there than here). It made us who we are now and made us grow as a family, just don't forget it and keep all the good memories."

"I'll never forget everything that we've been through. I'll never forget the day that we've been crowned, all the wars we fought, all the laughter, crying and emotions that worth everything.

"Well said, silly!" They all laughed and hug their brother again. Then, started to talk about a lot of moments that worth to be remembered.

But little did they know that their mother was eavesdropping from the begging from behind the door.

School: The worst thing that could ever happen to any kid. Especially the Pevensies

But today was a special day.

Peter was just talking under one of the trees of the school gardens with his friend Cedric. It was the break between the penultimate class and the last one.

Everything was calm and serene…

"What do you think about Mary? She always drools when she watches you take your sisters."

"No. Too superficial. I like girls who has their feet on the ground that are intelligent and well raised."

"You're describing an impossible girl. Please, the thousandth time I ask you: let me court your sister. She is the most beautiful girl that I've ever seen! You know me. I would take care of her and never hurt or dishonor her. She is the girl of my dreams."

"And the thousandth time I say to you: No! My sister it's not a doll, she can think of her own and I'll only bless the boy she wants to."

"When did you start being so overprotective? You weren't like that a year ago and one month to the other during the war you changed drastically." His friend declared quite upset and with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" Peter responded with a mischievous grin.

"Peter!" A very familiar voice come from the distance. "Did you hear news? Professor Jekyll resigned! "

"Really! Oh thanks A-God!" Nothing happened. Everything is ok. I didn't say anything.

"Yes, thanks God! And there are rumors that another professor isn't coming because of a car accident."

"Poor man." He felt pity for the poor man. He shuddered at the thought of that crash.

… Until they came

"Ok, ok…. Let's see who's here: The blondie baby and his two mates. They never get tired of learning their lessons. I wonder how they are when it comes to fencing. .. I would love to cut them with the new real swords father gave me yesterday."

Peter raised an eyebrow to his fencing mate. They both chuckled but Cedric didn't understand. And the three men standing in front looked at them.

"What's so funny? " James, their leader, asked.

"Did you bring them here to school?"

"Yes. They are in the gym eager for being used."

"Let's go, then."

They went to the big gym that was inside the high school and reached the bag with the swords. James gave one to Peter, who examined it and find its balance.

Extremely fast for his enemy surprise.

"Ok. Just a little duel to humiliate you. Nothing important. Just for my amusement."

"When you want to." Peter said confidently.

James chose to start. He took a few steps forward and charged against the magnificent boy. Little did he know what was going to happen…

Peter easily docked and with quite force knocked with the handle of his sword behind his opponent shoulder. Leaving the braggart very impressed.

"Come on. You wanted to beat me." Peter provoked him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" People began to gather in the big place cheering any of them, but just wanting to see them fight.

The big boy stood up and charged again. But the already trained king just blocked it as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Just his brother knew it really was. Then, Peter swung his sword so it cut very superficially James' arm. And people exploded in cheers when they saw the first sign of blood.

The opposite team was shocked. Millions of questions were spinning around in their heads, trying to figure out how the hell the boy they thought so moron had learned how to use a weapon so old as that. That player was going to take a look at his cut, but Peter was already attacking again, shifting his sword so the cut was to his opponent right shoulder, but he weakly blocked. The king swung sown, the other did it too. Peter's sword was raised, James' too. Down, down. But then, the eldest Pevensie with a swift move, made his enemy's weapon fly through the air and land a great distance away from his owner. And then, the leader of the braggarts felt a cold metal on his neck, with the boy inches from him. He was beaten by a leech. And things couldn't be left like that.

But Edmund had other plans.

"Pete, pass it to me." The called boy turned around and saw his brother with the other sword already in his left hand. He did as told.

"Be careful. Don't do anything stupid. There's people around." Ed just laughed and swung both swords freely, making people step back and admire the easiness of the movements : jumping, attacking, blocking and twirling with words, one in each hand.

"Hey, Ed. Let's give them a little show. It's still a few minutes left to return to class. Who wants to?" All people cheered and shouted in excitement. They could hear the 'Yes! Yes!' of the crowd.

Edmund passed the sword back to his brother and without waiting a second the impact the metals made echo everywhere.

The crowd was amazed, thunderstruck by the show. The most involves people at first was shocked: Their already forgotten best friend Cedric was like that – his best friend never told him that they could do such a thing. The bad guys were almost afraid of what that duo could do. They were so loosen up, that if he was one of them he would have been already slid into hundreds of pieces. It seemed as they had been doing that for years!…

Dock. Slash. Block. Swing. Jump. Swing. Cut. Swing. Cut again.

Countless times and countless kind of movements… Until the bell rang.

… And the school's headmaster appears.

Now both teams plotted to hide the weapons somewhere, but they weren't fast enough.

"Can you boys explain what are these dangerous objects doing in the school?" The old man asked very angry.

"Emm… We were just admiring them." The three (luckily Cedric and the other pair moves aside all time) answered at the unison.

"Yes, don tell me…" He said taking their clothes next to the cut with his thumb and index finger as if it were sheet. "And accidentally you cut yourselves?" The 'victims' just lowered their heads and swallowed hard. "Let's talk to your parent's. And yours, Mr. McCoy, again."

They were sent to their class rooms to pick up the classes again while the superior sent the letters to their respective houses.

When the parent came, they've been called again and asked to wait in the chair next to the headmaster's office. They seize the time and talked… about delicate things.

"When did you learn that? Where? It was awesome."

"I can't believe it. See who's impressed. The main braggart of the whole school…" Peter said and along with his brother laughed. "Anyway, you wouldn't believe us if you told you" huge grin was more to himself than to his mate.

"Though we can tell you that we do this since a lot of time ago. And we can even prove it."

"Show us." A lot of teenagers started to walk out of their classrooms and one who passed heard them.

"We've done too much in public already. We were just saying."

"Come on! Show us! What time have you been doing it?"

"We said NO!"

All the disappointed mates retired grumbling and swearing. And once they were all out if view, both Pevensies took their shirts off revealing all the scars that they had received in their times in Narnia…

"WOW!" James jaw dropped and eyes opened wide at the terrifying sight of two 'young kids' perfect and harmed body. But quickly they tool their shirts on again, in case someone passes by.

… Including the White Witch huge one.

"Wait a minute! AND THIS ONE?" Edmund flinch remembering it. That one was the worst, and more painful wound he had ever had, and that after fifteen years remained intact. Even Lucy's cordial couldn't hide it completely.

"That is one that should never be spoken of." Ed said grumbling and with his arms cross in his chest.

"Ok." The black haired guy shuddered at the thought. "It's as if your sister has done it."

Both Pevensies jumped suddenly with eyes wide opened. Never imagining someone could say something like that about their 'saint' sister. What did he…?

"What did you say?" They shouted at the same time.

"I had a problem with Susan. Why do you think my parents have been called again?" He said incredulously upset.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO OUR SISTER!"