Author's Note: Okay, there is another one after this saved in my hard drive, and then I'm done with all this Peter/Edmund brotherly fluff. It's really not that good, but I haven't written anything in a while, and since my vacation and camp is over, I'm getting kind of bored. Please read and review.

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SAVE IT FOR LATER

Peter staggered toward us as the respite began, trying to hide the fact that he was in great pain, but I knew better. His breath was shaky. I went up to him, helping him make his way back to everyone else. It was unbearable to see my brother in this state. I almost didn't want him to go back out there, but I knew it must be done. It was both our duties to do what was best for Narnia, even if that meant watching the people you love sacrifice themselves.

Peter winced as Susan gently hugged him.

"Be careful," she said, stealing one last glance at me before taking her position with the other archers. I knew she was saying that for the both of us.

"Keep smiling," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth. Peter forced his mouth to do so and held his sword up with gallantry. It was then did I truly get the opportunity to admire my brother. He really was what his title suggested: magnificent.

Peter slumped into his seat. There was a loud groan as Prince Caspian took the shield from Peter.

"I think it's dislocated."

I immediately came to Peter's aid, positioning myself in order to do this right. Peter was now taking sharp intakes of breath now. He looked at the arena with a glazed look in his eyes.

"What do you think happens back home…if you die here?"

And that's when I realized I had the possibility of losing Peter…forever, and there was nothing I could do. If he were to fall, I could not pick him up. If he were about to be hit, I could not shield him. If he were to die, I could not save him. All I could do was watch.

He looked at me with those honest, blue eyes.

"You know you've always been there, and I never really—"

Peter groaned with pain, having had his shoulder so roughly pushed back into place by myself. I didn't bother with the rest of what he had to say. I didn't want to hear it because I knew those words were being used as his last ones, and I didn't want to accept that. It was wrong for me to ignore the situation, and I knew it. But denial had taken over me, denial of the fact that this may be the last time I ever see Peter.

"Save it for later," I said, walking away quickly to retrieve his helmet.

I had waited so long for this, for Peter's appreciation, but I didn't want to receive it like this. I went back into position and watched as my brother made his way back into the arena, desperately praying that there was a later.