Title: Of Love And War
Part of the Eternal Queen & Future King Series
Pairings: Chloe/Caspian, Chloe/Peter
Fandoms: Smallville, Narnia
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: That one night with the future king has left consequences Chloe never expected, and now not only does she have to tell Caspian and ready her people for war with the Telmarines, but The Kings and Queens are back.
Leaning against the wall, arms slung around her now flat stomach, Chloe stared unseeingly ahead of her. Tears dripped noiselessly down her cheeks, leaving wet trails that she couldn't be bothered to wipe away. Everything inside her was numb, dead.
Her bottom lip trembled, her eyes prickling painfully.Dead
Hearing hurried footsteps, Chloe looked up in time to see Caspian as he froze at the doorstep just looking at her in horror.
"I'm sorry." She felt the agony and misery and desperation welling up inside her like a torrential storm at just the sight of his distraught face. "Forgive me, I didn't mean-I didn't want-."
And then he was with her, pulling her to him, holding her so tightly to him she didn't know if she could breathe.
But that didn't matter.
Because Caspian didn't hate her.
He didn't blame her.
Chloe broke down, holding onto him nearly desperate as she sobbed violently.
She could feel his tears falling upon her hair and neck as he held her close, both trembling, seeking comfort from the other.
Comfort only the other could give.
"I should have been here." Caspian whispered into her hair, voice thick with emotion. "I should never have left you."
"It's not your fault." Chloe clung to him, hating her body for how, after the death of their child, her powers had returned, and she was now healthy and not in pain.
Her baby was dead, and she herself was fine.
It was unfair.
Why couldn't she have died in its stead?
She must have accidentally said that out loud, because Caspian tense and pulled away, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her, furious. "Don't you ever say that again, do you hear me? Never say that! Do not even contemplate such a thing!"
She looked up at him, gaze foggy from her tears.
"If I had lost you tonight I wouldn't have any reason to go on." Caspian hissed, tears still falling silently down his stricken face. "If I had lost you, I would have lost all reason for fighting, for living. For years you have been the only good thing in my life. I lived each day so I could rest my head on my pillow at night and be with you."
Chloe gulped, unable to look from him, his words washing on her like a cooling river.
"I know you must understand the depths of my feelings for you-must have an inkling of my regard." He loosened his hold on her, and yet his gaze held her captive in their dark, intense depths. "And if somehow it has managed to elude you then I apologize for my lack of clarity, and I will tell you what I should have so long ago."
"Caspian?" Chloe whispered, her heart in her throat.
"I love you, My Queen, My Lady." He whispered fiercely, drawing her closer so that she was arched into him. "I loved you before you were a Queen. My heart was yours from before you even reached Narnian soil. I fell in love with the young girl crying because Clark Kent had left her at a ball to go after another."
Chloe's eyes widened, remembering that event despite it having happened so very long ago.
Caspian had truly been with her all the way back then?
"I loved you when you called yourself Plain Jane Chloe Sullivan-I could never understand how you couldn't see just how beautiful you were, but it was another thing I loved about you." Caspian whispered, these words only for them. "All my life, my heart has only known one name. Yours."
"Caspian." Chloe whispered, the darkness in her heart, in her soul, beginning to lift somewhat.
"Can't you see that you were meant for me?" He cupped her face with one hand. "Before you knew of Narnia, I knew of you. When Narnia sent the Kings and Queens of Old back you were kept back, because we were meant to meet, meant to love." His hand was shaking. "You cannot tell me that you do not love me. I know you do."
"I do. I do love you." She wouldn't have ever denied it, couldn't fathom the thought. "But I also love my husband, Caspian. And Peter isn't dead, which means I'm still married to him. And he's here."
Agony raced through his dark eyes. "I should never have blown that horn! Ever since he arrived have things have progressively gotten worse!"
"You know that its true, Chloe." Caspian hissed. "Ever since he arrived we've been divided and suffered nothing but loses."
"The reason you and Peter have been at each other's throats is me." Chloe shook her head. "If there's anyone to blame it's me."
"No." Caspian shook his head. "Even if you had never been a part of this situation, High King Peter and I would never have endured each other's company because he cannot let go of his past Kingship and realize that his time as sovereign of Narnia is over. He was supposed to help me secure my Kingdom, not try to steal it away from me."
"The way you're trying to steal his wife?" Chloe asked softly, with no condemnation as she raised her hand to cup his cheek.
Caspian leaned into the touch. "When I was with you, you hadn't met him as yet. And when I lay with you, when I left our child growing deep within you, he'd been gone for hundreds of years."
Chloe's heart hurt at the memory of their child. "But you didn't know that, Caspian. You thought I was with him, remember?"
Caspian didn't answer, couldn't.
Instead he reached forwards and slipped his hand to the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a soul melting kiss.
Chloe whimpered, her hands going from his shirt to around his neck, arching into him as she opened her mouth to the kiss.
One of his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer, and the other fumbled blindly with the clip in her hair before finally he freed the golden tresses. They fell down her back and shoulders, and Caspian tangled his hand in it.
The Telmarine prince's hand moved lower, and he brought her closer even, so that she was straddling his lap, his teeth and lips making a slow and torturous journey down her neck. "He can have Narnia. He can have my throne." Caspian whispered hotly against her skin. "But let me have you, and I will count any loss a gain."
Chloe's heart hurt at the adoration she heard in those words.
He pressed a kiss to her rapidly beating pulse, before stilling, leaning his forehead against her shoulder.
And Chloe knew, knew, that he was crying.
Even before she felt the first drop of warm water on her blouse.
Wrapping her arms around him, Chloe kissed the top of his head and cried as well.
"I didn't want this." Peter whispered to Edmund as they stood apart. "I hate him, but I never wished any harm on that child."
"I know that, Pete." Edmund sighed, eyeing his brother worriedly. "And I know Chloe knows that too."
"Does she?" Peter asked softly, turning to his dark haired brother. "Edmund, a year passed and I had trouble remembering certain things about her. Imagine her! It's been hundreds of years!"
"She still loves you. It's obvious."
"And I love her...but...Ed...what if I'm half to blame for what just happened?" Peter cleared his throat, gaze lowering. "I knew she was having a delicate pregnancy but I just couldn't keep a level-head about anything! I've-so many innocent lives have been lost!"
"Not because of you." Edmund placed his hand on his shoulder. "You might have been a bit of a prat, but Pete, you've been trying to help."
"Much good its done everyone." Peter hugged himself.
Edmund sighed, watching Caspian finally emerge from Chloe's 'chambers'.
The Telmarine prince looked pale as death, agony obvious on his face. Narnians came up to him, enquiring on the health of their High Queen, and giving him their condolences. Caspian nodded, gave curt answers, voice wavering if he spoke too much so he kept his answers short. It was only when Susan and Lucy went to him to offer their condolences...and Lucy hugged him...that Edmund could see the Telmarine prince's walls crumbling down.
Caspian patted Lucy's shoulder before hurrying down to the solitude of the darkened hall, and everyone left him alone.
Lucy and Susan exchanged saddened looks before entering Chloe's chambers.
"He's destroyed. His only tie with Chloe is completely gone." Peter whispered, voice hoarse. "I can't feel an ounce of victory."
Edmund ran his hand over his hair. "We should go offer our condolences to him."
"He won't believe me that I'm sorry." Peter closed his eyes.
"Still, we should." Edmund insisted, turning to look at his brother.
"Aslan told me, the night before our wedding, that she'd never bear my child." Peter suddenly changed the topic, keeping his eyes closed, his head against the wall of the cave. "He told me that Fate decreed it that my heir was never to grow in her womb."
?" Edmund hissed, shocked. "You never told me this!"
Peter nodded. "When we went to Aslan, asking for him to marry us, he told us that while our love was pure, it wasn't Fated. That our paths, while existing side by side, didn't merge, and never would."
Edmund frowned, eyes narrowing.
"We didn't believe it, of course." Peter chuckled darkly, shaking his head, eyes finally opening. "We were in love, couldn't imagine being with anyone else. After all we'd been through together how could we not be Fated?" He took in a deep breath. "Aslan said that if we still wanted to go ahead and marry he wouldn't stop us...but it would bring us sorrow." He chuckled darkly. "I thought the great sorrow was being separated from her, but here I am, back, and I can see how much she loves the Telmarine...and I realize this was what he was talking about."
Edmund didn't know what to say.
He wanted to ease his brother's suffering, but knew there was nothing he could really do.
"Aslan...the night before the wedding...he spoke to me in private. That's when he told me that Chloe would never have my child, how she was meant for someone else, that she would in time find this other person." Peter laughed darkly. "I said I didn't care, I loved her and I wanted to marry her anyway."
"Did she know about this?" Edmund asked.
Peter shook his head. "I never told her."
." Edmund sighed.
"What was I to do, Ed?" Peter asked, nearly desperately. "I thought that maybe by telling her it would make it real, that if she never knew it wouldn't happen."
Edmund didn't ask 'well, how did that
work out?'. He wasn't that cruel.
"I have to let her go, Ed." Peter whispered, eyes tearing. "How can I do that when I don't want to?"
Edmund, once again without any word to say that could ease his brother's sufferings, just placed a hand on his shoulder.
Caspian looked at the carvings of the Kings and Queens of Old at Aslans How, thinking back to the time depicted in the carvings. Once upon a long time ago Chloe had been Peter's High Queen, and for all accounts they'd been very happy together.
A part of Caspian knew it was wrong to want another's wife, and yet another part of him told him had loved Chloe first, that it was Peter who'd taken her from him.
Caspian knew that if he had been alive when the Pevensies and Chloe had first entered Narnia, that he would have won over her heart before Peter had a chance to touch it.
But Caspian hadn't been alive during those times.
High King Peter had managed to woo and marry Chloe.
And now, hundreds of years later, he was back...and Chloe had lost Caspian's child.
Some might believe that it was a sign that they were not meant to be, that she should stay by her husband's side.
But Caspian believed otherwise.
It was his
The death of his child was his fault.
He'd seduced and lain with a married woman, he'd wanted to take her from her husband, her family...so his child had been taken from him.
He hated himself for the loss of the innocent life.
He detested his less than noble actions.
But Caspian couldn't let her go.
He loved her, and he knew that any opportunity he had to secure her love and devotion he'd take without a second's thought.
So deep in his thoughts, Caspian didn't hear Nikabrik as he approached.
"Are you so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" The Dwarf sneered. "The Kings and Queens have failed us. Your army is half dead. Those that aren't soon will be. And your child is lost to you forever."
"What do you want?" Caspian snapped as he turned to him. "Congratulations?"
"You want your uncle's blood. So do we." Nikabrik replied frankly. "You want his throne. We can get it for you. You want another child to grow in our Queen's womb whom you can call your son and heir. We can make sure that happens."
The Dwarf walked away.
Caspian hesitated before following into the Stone Table room.
"You tried one ancient power. It failed." Nikabrik looked back at him. "But there is a power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years."
Hearing something, Caspian drew his sword and stepped forwards.
A cloaked figured stepped out of the shadows and started walking towards the prince.
"Who's there?" Caspian narrowed his eyes.
"I am hunger, I am thirst." The hooded figure snarled. "I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not thirst. Show...me...your enemies!" The hood was thrown off, revealing the face of a werewolf.
A hag appeared from another shadow, approaching.
"You can guarantee Miraz' death?" Caspian asked.
"And more." The hag crooned. "We can make sure the High King returns to his rightful time, and everything will be right between you and your Queen..."
Caspian hesitated before putting his sword away and looking back at Nikabrik. The Dwarf nodded.
"Let the circle be drawn!" The hag declared before beginning to mutter words in a language Caspian had never heard of before.
The werewolf drew a circle on the ground around the Telmarine prince.
The hag pulled out the White Witch's wand, and stuck it into the ground.
Suddenly ice grew upwards, covering the image of Aslan carved in the wall behind.
Within the ice, the White Witch appeared.
"Wait..." Caspian frowned, shaking his head as he recognized the tyrant Cornelius had told him of. "This isn't what I wanted!"
"One drop of Adam's blood and you free me." The White Witch smiled to him. "Then I will serve you, my King, and grant every desire in your heart."
"No!" Caspian took a step back and suddenly the werewolf had a hold on his arm, and the hag cut it.
The White Witch stuck her hand out of the ice, smiling. "Do you not wish your Queen for yourself?"
Caspian looked up, hesitating, his resistance to the werewolf and hag faltering.
"Stop!" Peter yelled.
They turned to see Peter, Edmund and Trumpkin running into the room, drawing their swords.
The werewolf crawled over the Stone Table and attacked.
Nikabrik charged Trumpkin.
The hag knocked Peter's sword out of his hand while Edmund swung at the werewolf, and the creature howled.
Nikabrik stood over Trumpkin, but Lucy appeared out of seemingly nowhere, stabbing her dagger into the side of Nikabrik's throat. The Dwarf twisted her arm around and threw the littlest Queen to the floor.
Peter kicked the hag into a pillar and she fell, unconscious.
Edmund ran from the werewolf before turning back, slicing open the unsuspecting creature.
Nikabrik looked at Lucy, sword, drawn, hesitating. And then Trumpkin stabbed him in the back.
The Witch kept reaching towards Caspian, desperate. "Come on..."
Peter pushed Caspian away and pointed his sword at the Witch. "Get away from him!"
The White Witch fell back a little before smiling once more. "Peter dear...I have missed you. Come, just one drop." She reached towards him. "You know you can't do this alone."
"You want her back, do you not?" The White Witch whispered. "I can make it so that she never shared the dreams with the Telmarine. I can also make it so that when you and your siblings left all those years ago, she did as well. Make it so that you never had parted."
Peter's hold on his sword loosened.
"Imagine her expecting your
child?" The White Witch crooned. "The child Aslan told you would never come to being? I can give it to you. I can make sure your wife grows large with your child. I can make anything the Lion told you that night not matter
Caspian looked up, frowning.What
"All I need..." The White Witch continued speaking to Peter. "Is one
drop of your blood."
Peter continued to hesitate, and then he lowered his sword.
The witch smiled in victory, and then her face morphed into agony and she screamed as the ice wall shattered.
Edmund stood behind with his sword still drawn.
"I know." He shook his head at his brother. "You had it sorted." He walked away.
Peter and Caspian gazed at the carving of Aslan, once more visible.
They turned at that voice, seeing a still pale Chloe, and Susan, standing there at the entrance watching them.
Disappointment was raw on Chloe's face as she shook her head and them and walked out.
Susan glared at both men before following her sister-in-law.
In silence, both Peter and Caspian sat down on the ground amidst the melting shards of ice.
"I can't believe them!" Chloe ranted, nearly screaming as she stormed out of Aslan's How, unable to stay there one second longer. "Caspian and Peter both knew better! Peter was there! He remembers how she nearly killed us all! And Caspian has read all about it! How could they both contemplate setting that witch free?"
Susan and Lucy trailed behind, faces showing their conflicted emotions and betrayed feelings as well.
"They're both desperate, Chloe." Lucy finally spoke up. "They're fighting not only Miraz, but each other, and that's making them very weak."
"A house divided will fall." Susan agreed.
"So this is my fault." Chloe sighed, bringing her hands to her face. "Maybe I should leave. Maybe-."
"Those two would have been arguing even if you weren't here." Edmund's voice caused her to pull her hands from her face, and gaze at her younger brother-in-law. "Pete's been unbearable since...this all happened...and even if you weren't a issue, Narnia and who should be leading would be." He finally reached her, bringing a hand to her shoulder. "How are you, sister?" His dark eyes were sorrowful. "I am so sorry for your loss."
Tears filled her eyes and she hugged him tightly.
"Everything will be alright, you'll see." Edmund comforted her. "If anything, this situation with the White Witch will get their heads out of their arses once and for all."
"Edmund." Susan scolded. "Language."
"It must have been hard for you." Chloe whispered into his shoulder. "She hurt you so much more than us."
"I won't say I didn't feel a moment's panic when I saw her." Edmund admitted, rubbing her back comfortingly. "But I must admit that it helped me somewhat, being able to slice into her icy body. I think it gave me some closure."
"Why don't we have a little walk in the woods while we still can?" Lucy asked. "Chloe needs some fresh air."
"I do too." Susan agreed.
Chloe smiled. "And we always have Edmund to save us if anything."
"While I know you can very easily defend yourself, dear sister, I accept the flattery." Edmund chuckled, offering her his arm. "Shall we?"
Watching Chloe and the others disappear into the woods, Caspian wanted to rush after them and show them the folly of going off on their own when a war was being waged, but he knew that his presence wouldn't be welcomed right now.
Sighing, he leaned against the rock entrance.
Doctor Cornelius came to him. "I am sorry about the loss of your child, my boy."
Caspian nodded, gaze going back to where Chloe and the others had disappeared to, before returning his attention to the Professor. "Why did you never tell me about my father?"
Doctor Cornelius sighed. "My mother was a black dwarf from the norther mountains. I risked my life all these years so that one day you might be a better king than those before you."
"Then I have failed you," Caspian lowered his head in shame. "Just as I failed my Queen and Narnia."
"Everything I told you, everything I didn't..." Doctor Cornelius placed a hand on Caspian's shoulder. "It was only because I believe in you. You have a chance to become the most noble contradiction in history, Caspian."
The young prince turned to his mentor and friend. "And what is that?"
Doctor Cornelius smiled. "The Telmarine who saved Narnia."
Caspian frowned, mulling over that, when he heard a voice being cleared. He looked up and frowned deeper when he saw Peter there.
"I detest you, and I know you detest me too. And we both have our reasons." Peter began, taking in a deep breath. "But I am sincere when I say that I am sorry for your loss."
The words weren't what surprised Caspian, but the fact that he could see the sincerity in the High King's face.
Some of the Telmarine's hostility died as he nodded. "Thank you."
Peter cleared his throat again, nodded, and turned, entering Aslan's How once more.
Caspian watched him go, not quite sure what to make of what had just occured.