A year as a Narnian || 365 Narnia one shots (Part two)

309: Talk to Peter

November 5th - Prompt: Telephone call

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Edmund woke with a gasp, eyes popping open as he sat quickly up in his bed.

He sat there for a moment, terrified, before he realised where he was.

Eustace's bedroom, in the makeshift bed, where he'd been sleeping for the last 2 months.

Sighing quietly, he ran a hand over his face, now very much aware of Eustace snoring like a pig, but not really paying much attention after the dream he'd just had.

It had been about the witch... which was odd because Edmund had no idea what had triggered it, he hadn't thought about her in ages.

Sitting there in the dark, he realised his heart was still pounding, and eventually he stood, grabbed his dressing gown, and headed quietly downstairs.

He avoided the creaky step and walked slowly into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa next to the telephone.

He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the clock, but after telling himself he'd probably still be awake, he picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

He waited as the phone rang, before he heard a quiet click and someone clearing their throat. "Hello?"

Edmund took a deep breath. "Professor?" He asked quietly. "It's Edmund, Edmund Pevensie."

"My dear boy!" Came the professor's jolly voice. "What are you doing calling so late?"

Edmund sighed, fiddling with the hem of his dressing gown as he tried to calm his still pounding heart. "I - I'm sorry if I woke you." He said.

"Nonsense." The professor said. "I was wide awake."

Edmund smiled weakly. "Is it possible to talk to Peter?" He mumbled.

There was silence for a few seconds, before: "I'll go wake him shall I?" The professor said.

Edmund swallowed hard. "Please." He replied, nodding his head a little as he spoke.

"I'll be two minutes." The professor said, and Edmund heard him muttering something about being glad Mrs.Macready had bought that phone for him as he headed off to find Peter.

Edmund waited for around three minutes, bouncing his leg and drumming his fingers on his knee until he heard a small commotion and his brother's voice. "Ed?"

Edmund swallowed hard. "Hey." He choked out.

Edmund could almost see Peter's concerned frown. "Ed what's the matter?" He asked. "Why are you calling so late."

Edmund didn't know why, but tears were suddenly stinging his eyes. "I - I had a nightmare." He whispered, voice shaking against his will.

There was quiet for a moment, before Peter took a deep breath. "What about?" He asked gently, voice understanding.

Edmund hesitated a little. "The - The witch." He mumbled. "I - I don't know why, I just - just did."

"Take a deep breath Ed." Peter murmured softly. "Why did you ring me?"

Edmund bit his lip. "I-" He stopped, swallowing hard. "I just wanted to speak to you..."

"Alright," Peter breathed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked.

Edmund hesitated a little, before taking a deep breath. "Um - the - the night at her camp." He whispered.

"Okay." Peter said gently. "It's over okay, the witch is dead as she can never, ever hurt you again."

Edmund nodded slowly. "I - I know." He choked. "I'm sorry for ringing you, and waking you, I - I shouldn't be reacting this badly-"

"Ed no." Peter cut him off. "Don't apologise, I'm perfectly okay with you calling me, you obviously needed to. And don't be silly alright? You can react however you need to, it doesn't matter how old you are, okay?"

Edmund bit his lip. "Okay." He mumbled. "Thank you."

"Alright," Peter replied, and Edmund could hear the smile. "Now how about you make yourself a mug of hot chocolate and then head back to bed?"

Edmund smiled weakly. "Yeah okay." He breathed.

"I'll speak to you again soon, yeah?" Peter said.

Edmund nodded. "Definitely." He whispered. "I miss you Pete."

At the professors, Peter sat slowly back in his chair, tears threatening to fall. "I miss you too Ed." He murmured. "Love you."

"Love you too, thank you."

Peter waited until he heard a click and the line went dead, before placing the phone down and running a hand over his face.

He wished more than anything that he was with his brother, but he knew there was no way of getting down to him anytime soon.

But he vowed then and there that at the next opportunity he got, he'd get on a train and go visit... and he most certainly did.

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