Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia. I own only the plot and all you do not recognize. If you copy me, I will hunt you down and sue you for every penny you're worth. Glad we understand each other.

Summary: The romance between Peter and his best friend. Movie-based.

A/N: These are the ages:

Peter: 15

Susan: 14

Edmund: 13

Lucy: 9

Teresa: 13

I know they're not accurate, but deal with it.

~Winter's Black Chill
Chapter One:
London Blitz

Teresa's P.O.V

I walked silently along the sidewalk, staring at the hard concrete below my feet. It was getting dark, and I knew I would have to get home before the sun set, or else I'd be in BIG trouble. I glanced up as I neared the Pevensie's house. Peter, one of my best friends, was standing at the window. Upon seeing me, he vanished, opening the door and calling to me.

"Hey, Resa! What are you doing out so late?" He was worried, I could tell, but I just shrugged.

"Just taking a walk, Rey." I called back, using one of the nick-names I had come up with when I was 8.

He strode out to meet me, leaning against the low picket fence that bordered his lawn. "You know you shouldn't be out after dark. What if the soldiers find you?"

I let out a small chuckle. "Peter, my house is right next to yours. I'm pretty sure I'll make it there before dark." I replied, walking away.

Looking back over my shoulder, I preformed our nightly ritual by blowing him a kiss over my shoulder. He reached up a hand and caught it, holding it close to his heart, before blowing me one. I reached up and caught it, bringing it down to my locket and placing it inside.

With a final wave, I turned and trudged up the walkway to my front door. As I shed my coat and shoes, I pondered Peter and mine's relationship. Before, the blowing kisses and talking had always been happy, and light. But lately, Rey seemed to be holding the kisses closer, as if they meant more. He'd also blush every time I smiled at him, stammering and stumbling over his words. He had also begun to act like an adult, believing he had sway over me. Fat chance of that ever happening.

This had been going on ever since he turned 13, which was two years ago. Truth be told, I was absolutely sick of it. Quietly, I headed for my room. It was modest, with light blue paint, a single bed, a dresser, a desk, and a closet. But my window had a perfect view of Peter's house, and so I now sat on my window seat, watching his house and fingering my locket.

I must have dozed off, for when I awoke again, it was dark. For a brief moment, I tried to remember what had woken me. Then I heard the harsh, noisy wail rising out across the night. The bomb siren.

I leapt to my feet and threw open my door, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the kitchen. My mom was no where to be found. I fell to the floor as a bomb shook the ground. Shakily, I stood and began to scour the house for her.

"Mum! MUM!" I hollered, searching every room, only to find the house empty except for me.

"She must have thought I was at Peter's." I mumbled to myself as I headed for the living room.

I had to grab a picture of my brother, Ryan. He was 18, and had gone off to serve in this damn war. I missed him terribly; he was the only male figure in my life, because my dad had died when I was 2. I don't really remember him. Another bomb fell, shattering the front window.

I screamed and threw my hands up to shield my face, wincing as the glass cut into my legs, arms and partly exposed face. Not wanting to be caught in the house if it exploded, I ran through the kitchen and tugged at the door.

It was locked.

"Damn!" I cursed, searching for something to break the lock with.

I could here the rumbling of plane engines, getting louder and louder with every passing minute. Frantically, I grabbed the knife holder and threw all the knives out, leaving a chunk of wood in my hands.

Again and again I pounded it down on the knob, until it broke, letting the door swing open. Relief flooded me, but it was short lived as another bomb fell close by, hurling me to the ground. I yelped in pain as the picture frame shattered, digging glass into my collar bone.

I stumbled to my feet and ran from the house, spotting the German planes high above me. I felt my relief turn to terror as I leapt over the fence separating Peter and mine's yards and pelted towards the bomb shelter.

I ran smack dab into another body and bounced off, landing on my butt in the grass. "Edmund!" I cried with fear, staring up at him. "What are you doing?"

"Rescuing you." He replied, grabbing my arm and pulling me up.

We ran together like hell's hounds were on our heels. If the Nazi's could be counted as hounds from Hell, then I think my metaphor is pretty accurate.

Just before the planes reached us, we dove into the shelter. Mrs. Pevensie slammed the door shut behind me, locking it firmly into place. Not a moment later I was peppered with kisses as my mum wept, holding me close.

"I thought you were with Helen." She sobbed; I awkwardly patted her on the back. "I never heard you come in! Oh, my darling, I'm so sorry!"

"Mum, I'm fine, just a little cut up." I reassured her. To Peter I asked, "Can I have the first aid kit?"

He handed me the box as I gave my mother to Helen. Opening the case, I took out disinfectant, tweezers, gauze and tape. Bracing myself, I pulled a shard of glass from my arm, dropping it with a clink into the bowl by my side.

I stared at it in shock. The piece was huge! It was longer than my index finger and wider than my pointer and index put together. Slowly, I pulled the rest of the pieces out of my arms, and started on my legs. By now, blood was running down my arms, and pain flared up whenever I moved.

But I worked in silence, finally finishing with the tiny shards stuck in my upper chest. As I reached out to grab the gauze, a hand stopped me. I glanced up to see Edmund sit down beside me, wetting a clean rag with disinfectant.

Lucy appeared at my other side, grasping my hand in hers. I looked in confusion at her, but realized why when Edmund dabbed the alcohol on my cuts. I hissed and felt Lu squeeze my hand.

I shot a grateful smile in her direction, earning a smile in return. Edmund, Lucy and I had always been close, and even when he had lashed out at Peter and his family, I never stopped believing in him. Eventually Edmund opened up to me and treated me the way he always had.

When I inquired as to why he was snapping at me, his reply didn't surprise me.


I found Edmund up in our willow tree, staring moodily into space. Climbing up to sit beside him, I smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Ed? You okay?"

He said nothing. "You want to talk about it?" I asked gently.

"Why?" he sneered. "So you can baby me and treat me like everyone else does? News flash Teresa, you're not my mother!"

"I'm not trying to be your mother." I replied calmly. "I just want to help you, as a friend would help a friend, or a sister helps a brother."

He looked at me warily for a moment, before sighing. "Everyone treats me like a fragile little boy that can't do anything right." He said after a while. "I try so hard to be good, but they never notice. All Mum ever notices is how Peter is so mature, or how Susan is so grown-up, or how Lu is such a brave girl for being so strong about all this! I'm going through the same bloody thing and she doesn't give a damn about me!" he was shouting by the end, and I rubbed his back soothingly.

"Ed, I can't say I understand how you feel without lying, but I do understand where you're coming from. I know Pete and Su are getting on your nerves and truthfully their getting on mine too." I was silent for a moment, before continuing.

"Peter probably feels he needs to fill the role your Dad left when he went to war. Susan is just being Susan: trying to act all mature and old before her age. But what has Lucy done to deserve your anger?"

Edmund stared at me. "Nothing I suppose…"

"Then why are you taking your anger at your Mother, Peter and Susan out on her? She's your sister, and is you blood relation. Please don't push her away."

The brown-haired boy stared at me in shock. "What aren't you telling me to be a good boy and forgive the rest of them?" he asked.

"They don't understand what they're doing wrong. I'm not a saint, but maybe if you talk to them they'll understand. If you're one thing, your forgiving."

Edmund smiled slightly, his bad mood having evaporated. "Thanks Resa." He murmured, and I drew him into a hug.

"Hey! Edmund, where are you?" I heard Lucy calling, and I let him go.

Suddenly, he was nervous and scared. "What if she doesn't forgive me?"

"Only one way to find out." I replied, leaning back against the trunk, indifferent on the outside.

Edmund flashed me a timid smile and jumped down. "I'm over here Lu!" he called, jogging towards her.

I watched as they talked, Edmund scuffing at the grass with his shoes. A grin nearly split my face in half as she hugged him tightly, and as Edmund returned the hug. My job done, I left the tree and headed inside my house.

/End Flashback\

I hissed again as Ed finished cleaning my left arm and wrapped it in gauze. He switched sides and began the process again. Lu talked to me softly, telling me about her day. I listened attentively, trying to ignore the stinging pain.

When Ed had finished bandaging my right arm, I smiled and hugged him. "I can take it from here." I whispered, and he nodded against my shoulder.

"But my darling, you're injured!" he imitated my mother, and I scowled playfully at him.

"Just you wait until I'm all bandaged up!" I threatened in mock seriousness. "I'll get you!"

Edmund pretended to swoon in fear, falling back onto the bunk. "I'm terrified! Lucy help me!" he cried, grabbing his little sister and setting her before me, on his lap.

"Ed! I'm not you're shield!" giggled Lucy, trying to squirm out of Edmund's grasp.

I burst out laughing, and tried to concentrate as I bound my bare legs. I noticed Peter staring oddly at Edmund; he seemed peeved about something, and I arched an eyebrow as he looked my way. He blushed and hastily broke eye contact.

Puzzled, I finished my wrapping and put everything away. Lucy pulled me over to her and Edmund's bunk, and I lunged at him, tickling Ed fiercely.

He broke out in laughter, trying to squirm away from my hands. Lucy caught him and helped me tickle him; my fingers ghosted over his sensitive spots, causing him to howl with laughter. "I…give!" he choked out. "I give!"

By now, Lucy and I were laughing pretty hard too, and we all collapsed on the bunk, giggling and slowly snuggling together under the covers. After a while, we settled down, sleepy from the night's terrors and the tickle fight.

"G'night." I whispered drowsily after a while, and received quiet 'good-nights' in return. Silence fell as our little group fell asleep, together in dreams as sweet as honey. Or in my case, as black as terror.

Peter's P.O.V.

I stood at the window, gazing out at the dusky sky. I hoped reverently that the bomb siren wouldn't go off tonight, because I was really hoping for a good night's sleep. I glanced out the window again to see a familiar figure look up at our window as she walked. Teresa.

My heart began to pound and I rushed to the door, composing myself before I strolled outside. Teresa stood at the end of the walkway, silhouetted against the setting sun. She took my breath away momentarily, but I caught it back.

I had had a huge crush on her since I turned 13. That was when I began to notice things I shouldn't notice about my best friend. The way she bit her lip softly when she was working out a problem, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed…it didn't take me long to realize that I liked her.

"Hey, Resa! What are you doing out so late?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but knowing it had come out worried.

"Just taking a walk, Rey." She called back, and I felt my cheeks heat up slightly at my favorite nickname.

5 years ago she had found an old Latin book with that name in it. She had called me it and it just sort of stuck. I never figured out what it meant. But it was better than my other nickname, Blondie. Ugh.

I snapped back to the present and leaned in what I hoped was a casual way against the fence that surrounded my yard. "You know you shouldn't be out after dark. What if the soldiers find you?" I asked, reverting back to Mother-Hen-Peter mode.

She chuckled softly and smiled. I swear my heart skipped a beat. "Peter, my house is right next to yours. I'm pretty sure I'll make it there before dark."

She began to walk away, and turned to perform our nightly ritual. I caught her kiss in my hand and held it over my heart, pressing it in the never-full chamber. Blushing slightly, I blew her a kiss, and watched her fondly put it in her locket, before she waved one last time.

As she vanished inside her house, I remained standing at the gate, lost in thought. But as darkness fell, I retreated inside, still thinking about Teresa.

Several hours later, the bomb siren went off. I paled and cursed loudly. Not again! I heard my mum shouting for me and hastily grabbed a torch, flicking it on as I entered the drawing room.

Mum threw Ed at me. "Peter quickly, the shelter. Now!" she cried as our house shook.

Ed tried to tell me to wait, reaching back for something, but I pulled him along. "Just leave it!" I ordered, tugging him out the door.

We were soon joined by Susan, Lucy and Mum, and we all tore across the lawn. "Run!" I cried, pulling Ed along. The girls filed in, but my brother tore himself from my grasp, running back into the house with a cry of, "Dad!"

"Edmund, no!" my mum screamed, and I swore violently in my head.

"I'll get him!" I cried, dashing after him, and ignoring my mother's pleas to come back.

"Edmund! Come here! GET DOWN" I cried, hearing the whistle of a bomb falling. I tackled him just as a bomb hit, shattering the window and spraying glass all over us.

"Come on you idiot, run!" I yelled, and he grabbed a picture before following me.

A picture?! A bloody picture! He almost got us killed for a picture! I seethed silently as we headed back towards the shelter. I saw Mrs. North, Teresa's mother, staring out towards her house.

I ducked inside, pulling Ed with me. "Where's Teresa?" Mrs. North asked me frantically.

Edmund paled. "Isn't she with you?" he asked.

'No, I thought she was with you and Lucy!" she replied, wringing her hands frantically. "She must still be in the house!"

I made to go after her, but Edmund beat me to it. He gave his picture to Lucy and yanked open the door, disappearing into the night. I stared after him, wondering when he had gotten so….brave.

A few tense minutes later, he returned with a bloody Teresa. They both collapsed in the shelter as Mum bolted and locked the door. Not five seconds later, Mrs. North attacked Teresa, hugging her and peppering her with kisses.

Mrs. North was sobbing and just a general mess. Teresa patted her on the back awkwardly, handing her off to my mom and asking for the First Aid. I handed it to her, and watched her as she began to pull glass form her arms and legs.

Some of the pieces were great bloody chunks, and I quailed at the thought of her being hurt. Knowing she needed help with the disinfectant and such, I moved to assist, but once again, Edmund and Lucy beat me to it.

I was forced to watch, absolutely jealous, as Edmund took care of her, and as Lucy told her stories to make her feel better. Edmund imitated her mother, calling her darling.

I snarled inwardly, glaring peevishly at Edmund. Even though I was pissed that Ed called her darling, Teresa seemed to think nothing of it. She laughed and threatened him mockingly. As she finished wrapping her legs, her eyes caught mine.

For a moment, I was drowning in light green pools. My thoughts wandered for a moment, and I tore my gaze away, blushing. I hadn't realized how hard I had fallen, but I did know I still hadn't hit the ground.

I compared Teresa to her mother, finding that the differences between them were great. Everyone here knew Teresa was adopted. Her mother had never believed in hiding things like that from her child, so she had told her outright.

Resa, on her part, wasn't ashamed to be adopted. Whenever asked, she would always say her birth mother had to give her up because she couldn't support her. To her, Mrs. North was her mother, and nothing else would change that.

Mrs. North had short, light red hair and dark blue eyes. She was slim, but not too much, and seemed quieter than her daughter. Teresa was spirited, with a headstrong nature and a forgiving air. She also had a huge imagination.

Sometimes, I would find her, Ed and Lucy playing make-believe, with Ed and Lu as the King and Queen, and Teresa as the knight. That was another thing about her: she hated being associated as frail, or delicate. That was why she never played Queen, choosing to be the loyal knight that went off into battle.

I watched, lost in memories as they tickled and laughed, messing around. The atmosphere in the shelter lightened at their playful banter. When they eventually settled down and began to drift off to sleep, I lay back on my bunk and tried to cool the jealousy burning in me. I wanted to be as close to Teresa as Edmund was. I mean sure, I was her best friend, but I hadn't really been close to her lately.

I sighed in exhaustion and rolled on my side, watching her as she slept. Her pale face was peaceful; a few wisps of hair fell across her face, and I longed to push them away, but knew I couldn't. I muddled over my problem, and came to a conclusion: I was trying too hard to be the adult, and not spending enough time being the kid.

I vowed to try and do the right thing, even if it meant acting like a dad to them. They were my family, and I would protect them to the death. Especially Resa. As my thoughts turned to her, I let a small smile ghost across my face. One day, I would be able to hold her freely. One day soon. With that thought, I dozed off, dreaming of Teresa and her sweet smile.

I hope you enjoyed that first chapter. Please review, for criticism and advice is welcome. Now, go press that little blue button!

~Winter's Black Chill