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A Sorta Fairytale	By : breakablebeings Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 2547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: You’re off Base
Nik closed her eyes and deep breathed.
“Ok, how close is Narnia to New Zealand?” she asked Susan after she gained her composure.
“What in the bloody hell is New Zealand?” asked a baffled Corin.
“Thank you Corin, Lredin, and Hauntenew” Peter interrupted. “You are free to go.”
“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay around in case she gives you trouble?” Hauntenew asked, eyeing Nik as if she were capable of inflicting mass injuries with her eyes alone.
“No, I'm sure the Kings of Narnia will be able to handle a girl,” he responded.
Nik looked at him with disbelief, Susan glared, and Edmund hid a laugh with a cough. The elves bowed down, fist over heart and made their way out.
“Nik, would you like to take a seat?” Susan asked graciously.
She moved to the couch, and gestured to Nik to sit down. Nik shook her head; she didn’t want to be in this room with these people any longer than she had to.
“Please just answer the question Susan. “ I’d like to go home today if possible.”
Susan sighed. “Here’s the thing Nik, I don’t think you can return to New Zealand.”
Nik just shook her head again. “You’re just spitting cods wallop! This is a joke right? You’re not being serious?”
But looking at Susan’s grim face, she could tell she wasn’t. She turned to Edmund; he just lowered his head. She turned to Peter, hoping he was some sort of dag and had made the whole thing up. But even he had a solemn face. Nik stood there, and then her eyes rolled up in her head and fainted clean away.
Peter let out a curse as he watched the girl hit the floor. He was afraid that that would happen. She had been looking a bit peaky since the elves had brought her here. And it probably didn’t help that she had been hit over the head with a rock. He went forward and picked her up gently. Susan came forward and gently moved the hair from her head back.
“Oh Pete, she’s got a mean looking gash. What should we do?”
“We’ll put her in my room; it’s closest. “
Peter gently cradled her in his arms like a bride. He smirked at the irony. Peter strongly doubted that if he did want her hand, this fiery girl would use her last breath to prevent that. When they got to his room, Edmund opened the door to Peter’s entrance room. Walking to his bed chambers, he laid her down on his bed.
“I'm going to go finish with the troops if we’re done here. You know how restless the centaurs get with waiting.” With that, Edmund nodded and left.
“I'm going to go get a healer. Make sure she’s comfortable. And Peter, if she wakes, don’t be yourself,” Susan said. She went to door, and gave Nik one last glance before she left.
Peter grabbed his sitting desk chair and sat next to the bed. Brushing back Nik’s hair from her forehead, he contemplated this new addition to Narnia. When she had finally woken he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. She wasn’t the prettiest girl Peter had seen, and was a bit on the skinny side, but something about him seemed to have pulled him in and Aslan knows that hadn’t happened in awhile.
As high King of Narnia, Peter was feeling pressure to marry a neighboring princess to further strengthen the bonds of Narnia to surrounding countries by Edmund. Grudgingly, Peter realized he had a point. So, he had been hosting balls and events in Cair Paravel to survey. The gossip mills made it a point to mention that Narnia’s most eligible bachelor was on the prowl. Soon Peter became assaulted by pretty girls with empty heads and marriage on their minds. Much to Edmund’s disappointment, he began ignoring dinner invitations and coquettish glances from across rooms. Nicollet rolled over and sighed softly. He wondered if she should wake her before the healer got here. Leaning over her, he stared at her some more.
She had strong features with high cheekbones, a small upturned nose, and a mouth that seemed too large for her face. She was still sleeping, but he knew her lids hid wide amber colored eyes framed by long sooty lashes that seemed to take in everything around her and guarded what she was thinking well. Her thick wavy hair was nearly black and her skin was the color of burnished copper. She was tiny; she had barely reached his upper chest when he had stood by her. Her waist was little and gently flowed into her hips. She perky breasts seemed to be designed to fill a man’s hand.
“My eyes are up here poi,” Nik muttered slowly opening her eyes.
“I should apologize I suspect.”
“Yes you should.”
“I said I should not that I would,” Peter said with a smirk.
Nik growled and sat up to hit him. Her head prevented her from getting very far.
“Careful!” Peter snapped filled with irritated admiration; no one could say this Wiki didn’t have fight in her.
“I feel like I'm two seconds from chundering. I don’t understand why I can’t go home either. Can’t this Aslan fellow you all are ranting and raving about do something?”
“Aslan hasn’t been seen in ages my child. However, the mighty lion might make an appearance since you have graced us with you presence,” a high reedy voice from the door frame stated.
Nik turned around slowly to the door. Walking slowly on short wobbly legs was a chubby brown badger with wire rimmed glasses perched on the tip of his long nose.
Nik turned to Peter with a groan. “What are you playing at Peter? It’s not funny whatever it is. Animals cannot talk!”
“This animal has a name. I'm Arden and one of the best healers in Narnia if I do say so myself. And you will find that many animals here can talk. Now lay back and let me take care of that.”
Nik just sat there gob smacked until Peter gently pushed her back down. Arden grabbed a chair and climbed up to Nik. Parting her hair with his nimble little fingers, he twittered disapprovingly with he saw the gash.
“Bloody foolish elves,” he cursed underneath his breath.
Arden checked her eyes and the insides of her ears. Then he coated her cut with a strong smelling ointment that strung sharply before going blessedly numb. He then wrapped her head in thick white cloth.
“There that wasn’t so bad now was it? You have a slight concussion, but that was to be expected. Just change your bandage once a day and make sure you put the ointment on it. Also I recommend staying in bad for at least two days. I'm leaving some tablets here for you. Take two a day until you run out, even if you feel better.”
Nik was still too shocked to say thank you, but Peter intervened.
“Thank you Arden. If you wait for Susan in the waiting room, she’ll take care of the bill.”
“Oh this one is on me my King,” Arden replied with a bow. “Just keep me posted on her status.”
With another nod at Nik, he made his way from the room leaving Peter and her in an uncomfortable silence.
“Well, I’ll just go get some of Susan’s clothing for you. You’re a bit smaller than her, but it will have to do until we can get you some made.”
Nik didn’t reply. Peter sighed and stood up to leave turning his back to the bed.
“I'm really not going home am I?” Nik asked in a small voice.
Peter turned around to see her sitting up with her arms wrapped around her knees, eyes filling up with tears. He felt a wave of pity for her; she seemed so small and vulnerable.
He came back and sat down by the bed again.
“I'm afraid not Nik. I'm sorry, really I am.” He reached out to place his hand on her shoulder, but when she flinched he quickly withdrew feeling slightly hurt that she didn’t want his comfort.
“But… but what will happen to my mum? She needs me. I'm the only person she’s got, and vice versa.”
“I don’t know. I worry about my mum and dad a lot too.”
“You mean you weren’t born here?” Nik asked with grudging interest.
“No. Susan, Edmund, Lucy and me came here through a wardrobe. Lucy’s the youngest. She’s at a friend’s house for the night. “
“And you’re king of this place? That’s. . . interesting.”
Peter chuckled. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain one day. For now you rest; don’t worry. I’ll take care of you from now on.”
Peter immediately realized that was the wrong thing to say. Nik bristled and glared at him.
“I don’t need any help from a poi. I’ve been taking care of myself my whole life. I’ll do fine.”
Peter stood up irritated. “Fine. I’ll leave you be now, and I suggest you stop referring to your host as “the pale man”. “
Without another word, he turned and left. Nik didn’t see him for the rest of the day. He even sent a young creature (apparently called a centaur) girl to bring her clothing. The girl, whose name was Lana, informed her that she was in Peter’s room and it was her job to watch after her until other lodgings were found for her to stay in.
Nik felt bad for the abrupt treatment she gave to Peter, but quickly shook it off. He was just some white man who thought he was better than others. She had encountered enough of them to last her a lifetime. Lana changed her bandage for her, and brought her a dinner of cold chicken, leek soup, and buttered bread. Picking at her food, she thought about her mother. Gods willing, she was still in a coma. Nik knew that was a selfish thought, but she knew it would be easier on her mother if she didn’t have to start a search for her only kin.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Nik told them to come in and watched Lana enter.
“Hello Ms. Nik. I'm just here to draw you a bath and get you ready for bed. “
Nik tried to tell the girl she was perfectly capable of bathing herself, but it seemed like her head was keeping her from even running the water. With a sigh, she allowed Lana to undress her and help her into the steaming rose scented water.
While she washed her, Lana peppered her with questions about her home. Though Nik didn’t feel like talking, she answered all of the young girl’s questions; for some reason talking of home loosening the knot in her heart. She had to convince the girl to address her as Nik and not “Ms”.
After her bath, Lana dressed her in a loose blue night slip, and carefully brushed her hair.
“If you’re needing anything else M-, Nik, I’ll be right next door through that door in the far corner.”
Lana bid her goodnight, left her a glass of water by her bedside for her tablet, and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving Nik to a restless sleep.

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AutomaticLove: I'm glad you agree with Peter’s attitude. That’s exactly how I see him in his transitional period too, and was trying to encompass that.
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