With the usual 110 lbs. Elephant in the room gone from Narnia, one would think the Royals and the First Knight would settle into the easy companionship they used to share once more. But as with anything involving Peter and Buffy, nothing was ever easy.
In fact, when it involved those two these days, it was downright impossible.
Analiese had been gone for two weeks and they had yet to be in the same room for more than 30 seconds at a time. It was driving the three youngest Pevensie's barmy and there was even talk of locking the two in a closet somewhere, if only to erase the tension anyone could feel when around them.
"Just talk to her." Edmund exclaimed one day as he practiced his swordsmanship against his older brother.
"I have tried many times and she has made it clear she want nothing to do with me."
"Can you blame her?" Edmund asked. "You've been downright awful to her when it came to that witch you called a fiance."
Peter grimaced, knowing he was right. "I did offer Analiese to Buffy if she stepped a toe out of line. I thought that would be a start."
The younger man groaned. "When it comes to women, you are downright clueless. That might have appealed to Buffy's slayer side but it does not appeal to her as a woman."
"Then what do you suggest?" Peter asked.
"You're better off asking Susan for advice on that, even Lu, they know Buffy best."
"Or the one who spent almost four years listening to her go on and on and on about you, your Majesty."
Both men turned to Phillip who had been watching them practice.
"She talked about me?" Peter asked.
"Why yes, every other sentence was Peter this, and Peter that, at times I was tempted to leave her in the middle of night, just to be away from that non stop babbling over you."
Peter grinned as Edmund rolled his eyes at the absolute lovesick look on his brothers face.
"What do you think he should do then, Phillip?" He asked the horse.
"What you did last time to make her not stop talking about you."
Both men stared at him, confusion on their faces. Phillip rolled his eyes.
"Why find a way to go and kiss her stupid again." Phillip explained as if it were obvious. "It worked then, made it impossible to hold a conversation with her for a week, so why wouldn't it work now?
"Phillip, you are a genius." Peter exclaimed, turning towards the castle.
"Uh, Pete, perhaps you might need more than a kiss to forget your stubborn ways?" Edmund called after him.
"Nonsense" Peter yelled back.
"She's going to hurt him" Edmund groaned. 'I better go save him."
Phillip sighed. "I do wish you could take this thing Buffy explained to me, called pictures, it sounds like a wonderful way to show me what happens after."
Edmund laughed as he moved to follow his brother. "I'll be sure to remember every detail for you Phillip."
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While Peter and Edmund were talking outside, Buffy was working with Susan and Lucy in the training room on their hand to hand. She was silent, as she watched them, having given them short instructions at the beginning and now watching what they did with it.
They had kept up practice while she was gone and had only improved by leaps and bound since she had been back and could work with them more. But now, she was only partially paying attention, her mind on the night of the ball and the days leading up to it. She was so angry at Peter not only because he had almost married that skanky ho but also because he had put his sisters in danger, and after having spent so much time with them, it was on par to someone hurting Dawnie. It would not happen on her watch and there would be suffering to anyone who tried. And because Skanky Ho had been sent away, Peter got the backlash. At least that's what she tried her hardest to focus on.
"Buffy, can you spar against me? When I do this kick, it doesn't feel right."
She pulled herself from her thoughts, motioning Lucy to step aside so she could take her place against Susan, motioning the taller girl to start. Susan did, launching into an attack of punches and kicks, Buffy easily blocking them as she lost herself to her thoughts once more. She really should have been paying attention and she was glad that Giles wasn't here to see what happened. To be honest, she didn't even see what happened, all she knew was she was lying on the ground, looking up into the very concerned faces of Lucy and Susan. She could only look up at them in surprise.
"You're distracted." Lucy told her.
"Maybe a little?" Buffy replied with a small shrug.
"Maybe a lot." Susan countered, with a knowing smile.
"Buffy, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
The Pevensie females were soon replaced by a Pevensie male, one that Buffy really did not want to see.
"I'm fine." She told him through clenched teeth as she struggled to sit up.
"No, let me look you over." Peter replied, struggling to keep her down.
"I'm a Slayer. A dead one at that, even if I did hurt I'd be better in no time."
"Oh Buffy, you're not dead, don't talk like that." Peter pulled her up into a bone crushing hug, to which she powered herself out of, as she did, he loosened his grip enough to pull back before pulling her towards him, this time, bringing his lips crashing down onto hers. She was startled for only a split second before she gathered her bearings and pushed him far enough away so they were no longer within arms reach.
"What the hell is your problem?" she cried. "You can't just be a jackass then walk in here and kiss me."
"But it worked last time." Peter replied in a small voice.
"He's referring to when you left Narnia and he kissed you." Edmund explained. "Phillip gave him this crazy idea that he could kiss you stupid again."
Edmund's smirked as he stepped forward and offered Buffy a hand up. "Yes, Phillip claims you were unintelligible for a week."
"Oh, I'm gonna kill that horse." Buffy muttered. "This is revenge, isn't it? Oh he's going to get it but you-" She turned on Peter, her eyes blazing. "Where the hell do you get off thinking a stupid idea like that would work? You are so conceited and- and full of yourself to think I would just fall all over myself trying to get in your pants? As if that would ever happen, especially not now that Skanky Ho has had her hands all over you, so just back off you egotistical maniac."
With a toss of her hair, Buffy stormed out of the training room, leaving the 2 girls in complete shock over their friends temper, Edmund with a big smirk on his face and Peter with a look of confusion. He looked at his siblings.
"What is a Skanky Ho?"
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"Was it everything you hoped for?" a teasing voice asked her.
Her eyes narrowed as she moved closer to him. "You. This is all your fault."
"Did you not like your kiss?" Phillip innocently asked.
"You put him up to this?" She asked incredulously.
"Me? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh please, Phillip, don't think for one minute your angelic act fools me."
The horse gave her a pointed look before he rolled his eyes. "and don't think for one minute that you not wanting it fools me."
"Lying does not become you, Dear Buffy."
"You are so infuriating." She hissed. "don't think I can't make your death look like a painful accident. You'll be footnote in history."
He whinnied before galloping away and she swore he stuck his tongue out at her before doing so.
"Don't think I can't easily chase you." She yelled after him.
"Threatening a horse now?"
She turned around, her glare coming back full force at seeing who had followed her.
He held up his hands, "I just want to talk."
"Then talk." She snapped.
"Civilly. No yelling, no fighting?"
She sighed in defeat. "Fine, we'll be civil."
He nodded, motioning her to follow him back towards the castle, and around the side to where Lucy's garden lay. He moved to the center of it, gesturing for her to sit down on the bench he had handcrafted for his sister. Buffy hadn't been to the garden since she returned and this bench was new to her. She couldn't help herself, letting her fingers trail over the hand carved wood which depicted many of the animals and creatures they had met since arriving. Aslan was at the very center and along the top were carvings of them in different scenes. In one corner, Mr. Tumnus and a much younger Lucy were holding hands, seemingly dancing in circles. Beside her, Susan stood with her bow pointed, ever steady and rarely missing her mark. Next, was Edmund standing with his sword raised above the White Witches wand, ready to destroy it and beside him, sat Peter on his unicorn, battle ready, leading the Narnians into war. The last carving was of herself, her sword raised in her battle stance, her hair fanned out around her face as though she had just finished turning and even though it was just a wood carving, she looked dangerous, ever the Slayer.
"This is beautiful." She whispered. "Did you make this?"
He nodded, "I finished it just days after you left. I wanted to show you, was excited to show you but it took a while for you to return."
"I'm sorry." She whispered, turning away. "I couldn't come back, I wanted you to have a chance at a normal life."
"It wouldn't be much of a life without you in it."
"Then why did you almost marry that evil woman?"
He sighed, sitting down on the bench. "Honestly, I don't know. I guess a part of me was hoping that eventually I'd forget about you. Another part of me was hoping you'd somehow hear about it, come back and stop it."
She moved closer to him. "I won't die Peter, how am I supposed to be with you if I have to sit around and watch you grow old."
"You'd be doing that anyway, with all of us. And I'm sorry it has to be that way but why not be happy now? You and I, we're good together Buffy. You know this."
"Awfully forward for someone of your era, huh?"
He smiled up at her. "Perhaps if we were there, then yes but this is our time, in Narnia, it's our rules."
"Cocky much?" she replied with a roll of her eyes. "I told you about Angel. I told you about the heartache and the pain. I don't want that to happen again."
"I can't promise that it will be all perfect all the time but all I'm asking is for a chance. A chance to show you that it will be different. Please Buffy." He stood up, holding her hands in his as he looked down. "I've loved you the moment you fell into Narnia and my feelings have not changed. All I'm asking is for a chance."
Buffy bit her lower lip as she looked up at him, unsure of how to answer.
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