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Of Love And War 1/10 
4th-Oct-2010 10:30 pm

Title: Of Love And War
Part of the Eternal Queen & Future King Series
Pairings: Chloe/Caspian, Chloe/Peter
Fandoms: Smallville, Narnia
Rating: T
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.

She panted, bringing a hand to her face as she leaned back, sitting on her knees on the ground. "I want to die."

Trufflehunter, her ever faithful friend and loyal badger, sighed, rubbing her back. "It will pass, My Queen. Just breathe in and out, in and out."

"She looks pale as death." Nikabrik mumbled, frowning darkly at her. "Anything Telmarine is a poison. It will kill her."

Trumpkin glared at his fellow dwarf. "It is a child, Nikabrik. The heir to Narnia. Not an assassination plot."

Chloe lowered her gaze, hand going to her stomach, and the small yet growing bump that betrayed that that one night with the Telmarine prince had been enough for his seed to take root deep within her being and create a living being.

The blonde closed her eyes tightly.

For years she and Peter had tried for a child, and it had been in vain.

And yet one night with Caspian and she was with child.

That left her with mixed emotions.

Made her think of the night before her marriage to Peter...and her conversation with Aslan.

Shaking her head, Chloe pushed herself up to her feet. "I need some fresh air."

Trumpkin stood. "We shall accompany you."

Giving her little guardian a tender smile, Chloe nodded.


A cold hand came down over his mouth and Caspian awaked startled, about to yell, but then he made out the face in the shadows and relaxed. It was Doctor Cornelius, his mentor and the only person he'd truly felt that he could trust in the castle. Doctor Cornelius had been with him since his birth, and had taught him almost everything he knew. He'd also been the one who'd told Caspian about Narnia of Old, of Narnians, of the Great Kings and Queens...of Chloe.

Like every time he thought about her, Caspian's heart clenched.

It'd been months since his last dream of her, and he was terrified that after what'd happened he'd scared her away from him.

Why else would she refuse to see him in their shared dreams?

He should have waited.

He should have been able to respect her husband, whom he resented with every bit of his being.

Caspian had thought that just having her for a couple of nights to talk to, to smile with, would be enough.

But the thought of her large with Great King Peter the Magnificent's child had made something in Caspian snap, and he'd let himself partake in a banquet he'd thought he'd never taste.

And it was sweet.

It was like food of the gods.

And now it'd been snatched from his mortal hands and was to ever remain only a dream which was torture him with eternal hunger.

Caspian looked away from his mentor. "Five more minutes."

He didn't feel like star gazing anymore.

"You won't be watching the stars tonight, my Prince." Doctor Cornelius announced, voice urgent. "Come, we must hurry." He pulled Caspian out of bed and to a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

Caspian frowned, confused. "Professor, what is going on?"

"Your aunt has given birth...to a son." Cornelius stepped into the wardrobe and Caspian followed. The old man left the door open a crack and they both peered out in time to see Caspian's door opened quietly, Glozelle (Caspian's uncle's right hand man) and his men stealthily entered, surrounding the bed, and then began firing arrows.

Caspian's eyes widened in horror.

Doctor Cornelius grabbed Caspian's arm and led him out through the hidden exit in the back of the wardrobe. They silently entered the dark of the tunnels and closed the door, and then they raced away, Caspian following his mentor and trying to get over the heartbreak of just how resentful his uncle had been of his position.

They hurried down a winding stairway until they reached the stables, where Caspian found a change of clothes, a sword, and his horse, Destier, waiting on him.

"You must make for the woods." Doctor Cornelius announced as Caspian slipped into the clothes.

Caspian mounted Destiel, sword at his side. "The woods?"

A flash of a memory of Chloe laughing and twirling in the woods leapt through his mind.

"They won't follow you there." Doctor Cornelius handed him a wrapped object. "It has taken me many years to find it. Do not use it except at your greatest need."

Caspian gazed down at him, worried. "Will I ever see you again?"

"I hope so, my dear prince." The old man whispered. "There is so much I meant to tell you. Everything you know is about to change."

They turned, hearing something.

Cornelius turned back to him. "Go!"

Caspian urged Destiel onwards and raced through the courtyard, knocking over a soldier. He crossed the bridge, and looking back he noticed fireworks going up, exploding in the air in a display of a magnitude of colors.

A Telmarine crier yelled in the streets. "Prunaprismia has blessed Lord Miraz with a son!"

He urged Destiel harder, escaping the city, riding through the plains, Telmarine soldiers on cavalry pursuing him.

"Faster, Destiel." He whispered to his steed, and the animal must have understood, because he raced harder and they rode into the woods.

The woods was a place of superstition and fear for the people, and the riders would hesitate to enter them, giving Caspian important seconds of advantage. The prince urged his horse towards a large, turbulent river, and together they crossed it slowly, finally making it to the other side, and then he was upon Destiel once more and they were riding rapidly.

The sound of a soldier and horse screaming as the river took them away was the only warning they had that they were being followed again.

Turning back at the sound, Caspian looked forwards once again and saw a branch-too late.

Knocked off of Destiel, Caspian, still holding the wrapped bundle given to him by his mentor, found himself dragged against the harsh woodland floor.

After a struggle he finally managed to get his foot free from the stirrup, and he lay there for a while before sitting up. The prince looked around, wondering where exactly he was and how far away his pursuers were.

Suddenly, a door in the tree on his right opened.

Two Dwarfs stepped out and noticed him.

One turned to the other.

"He has seen us!"

The other drew his sword and then froze, when he gazed at Caspian's face. "It's the prince."

These...Dwarves...knew of him?

Caspian blinked.

The one with the sword looked over, following the sounds of soldiers approaching, seeing them.

He looked back at the other. "Take care of him!" And with that he rushed towards the Telmarines, his sword drawn.

Confused and scared, Caspian unwrapped the horn...

"No!" The dwarf by him yelled.

...and blew

The Dwarf hit him on the head with the dull side of his blade, and everything went black.

He must have died.

That was the only explanation he could come up with for the last thing him seeing was Chloe rushing to the doorway.


In London, four Pevensies sat on a bench in the train station, the air dark and tense amongst them.

"You're welcome." Edmund scoffed, eyeing his older brother.

"I had it sorted." Peter snapped, standing, his face throbbing from the beating it'd received moment before.

"What was it this time?" Susan sighed, tired with her brother's bad attitude since they'd come back from Narnia a year ago. It wasn't that she didn't understand his frustration and anger, his wife had been left behind. But that didn't mean that he could be so self-destructive and angry with them. It wasn't their fault.

And they missed Chloe too.

"He bumped me." Peter responded.

"So you hit him?" Lucy, the youngest, made a face.

"No." Peter narrowed his eyes. "After he bumped me, he tried to get me to apologize. That's when I hit him."

"Why can't you just walk away?" Susan asked, knowing that her annoyance was obvious in her voice and just not caring anymore.

"I shouldn't have to!" Peter snapped at her, eyes brimming with barely contained fury. "Don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

"Uh," Edmund looked up. "We are kids."

"Well, I wasn't always." Peter growled before taking in a deep breath and running his hand over his hair. "It's been a year." He looked away. "How long does he expect us to wait? Chloe must be so worried! She must think we're dead!"

Lucy sighed.

Susan looked away, biting her bottom lip.

Chloe probably did think they were dead.

"Ow!" Lucy cried, jumping up.

"Be quiet, Lucy." Susan shushed her, looking around at the looks they were receiving from passersby.

"Something pinched me!" Lucy accused, pointing her finger at the bench.

Susan opened her mouth to tell her little sister it was just her imagination, when suddenly she was pinched from behind, the sensation jolting her up to her feet. "What is that?"

"It feels like magic." Edmund whispered.

A train started to move past.

"Quick, everyone, hold hands." Susan ordered, the siblings did as told.

As the train raced passed them the bricks on the walls around them were suddenly pulled away. The luggage, the seat, the platform, and the station completely vanished.

In a moment, in the blinking of an eye, they found themselves on a beach, in the sunlight.

Susan and Lucy smiled at each other before running off, both squealing as they raced into the water.

Edmund and Peter waited a second longer before joining their sisters, the four laughing and enjoying themselves as they splashed the warm water and each other.

Finally, Edmund looked up. "Where do you suppose we are?"

Peter snorted, straightening as well. "Well, where do you think? We're home."

"I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." Edmund frowned, gaze above them.

The siblings turned and looked up, beholding the ruins on the cliffs above.


"You haven't rested all night, My Queen, and the sun burns brightly outside." Trufflehunter placed a hand on Chloe's shoulder as she sat by Caspian's side, he was still out cold from the blow he'd received from Nikabrik. "He will be fine. But you are tired. You need rest." Trufflehunter paused. "The child needs you to rest."

"Oh Trufflehunter." Chloe whispered, looking up from Caspian's face to the badger's. "Trumpkin..."

"He knew what he was doing, My Queen. He is resilient. All dwarves are." Trufflehunter comforted her. "Now, please, rest. Nikabrik and I will keep an eye on your young prince."

"He's not mine." Chloe whispered, gaze returning to Caspian's sleeping face, her hand going to her stomach in a subconscious move.

"Is he not?" The badger whispered.

She looked up at him with a sad smile.


Exploring the ruins, Lucy found and apple tree in bloom and snatched one of the fruits, taking a bite into it.

Peter walked up some steps and looked around.

Lucy sighed and stared at the water. "I wonder who lived here."

Susan noticed something on the ground and picked it up, eyes widening. "I think we did."

"What?" Peter turned, hurrying towards her and stopping when he saw what was on in her hand.

Edmund reached Susan's side the same time as Lucy, eyes widening as he too recognized it. "That's from my chess set."

Lucy looked over at the ruined dais. "It can't be." She suddenly turned and raced towards it, her siblings following. "Don't you see?"

"What?" Peter frowned darker.

"Imagine walls...and columns there...and a glass roof." Lucy pointed out.

They looked.

They imagined.

Peter's heart wrenched agonizingly in his chest as suddenly he realized what Lucy was trying to tell them. "This is Cair Paravel."

Which meant that a lot more than just one year had passed in Narnia.
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5th-Oct-2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Sorry, so long between updates in this universe makes some things fuzzy. In, I think To Remember, it explains that Chloe was there with Aslan when he was killed, and that his blood spurted on her, and ever since then she hasn't aged a day. Sorry about the confusion :(
5th-Oct-2010 03:43 am (UTC)
oops just realized that this is part of a series. :) I just discovered it though, so I guess you must have started it awhile ago. Interesting, and intrigued.
5th-Oct-2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Haha! Yeah! The first oneshot was written a LONG time ago!!!
5th-Oct-2010 07:36 am (UTC)
OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!!!

You updated!! You updated!!! YAY!!!!!

Please tell me it won't be long for the next chapter!!!!
5th-Oct-2010 04:56 pm (UTC)
It shouldn't be TOO long :)
5th-Oct-2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Oh my, you're actually continuing this series!!! *squeals* I am so happy/excited right now!!!

Loved that Chloe's pregnant, I did have a feeling that she might be after the last story when she finally gave in to Caspian, but still fabulous twist. I also of course loved the bit with the Pevensies as well. I am so glad to see them, but I'm already feeling horrible for Peter. To think that he's only been gone from Chloe for a year, which is already too long, but to have been really gone for over a 1000 years... well how sad. *sniffles* Oh, the angst is a coming, I can feel it in my bones! LoL. I can't wait!!!

I am curious about Chloe's little thought of a conversation she had with Aslan right before her marriage to Peter.. what did the dear Lion say? Hmmm...

Anyways, brilliant beginning, I can't wait to
5th-Oct-2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Haha! Really? I'm so happy! I've been contemplating continuing or not, and I thought this needed a lot more still, it didn't feel finished to me, so I began the sequel :)

Ah, yes, the pregnancy, it will be (of course) a big issue in the story, especially when the Pevensies meet up with everyone else.

Yes! Peter! I feel horrible for him as well! Actually, I feel horrible for him, Chloe, and Caspian, because they have ALL been victims of Fate/Chance.

You picked up on that! Good girl! The Lion's conversation will remain a mystery for now :)
5th-Oct-2010 10:58 pm (UTC)
SQUEEEEEEEE!!!! you updated this, this just about made my day :D I love how angsty this whole series has been, and it looks like the angst is just begginning. I don't who I sympathize with more, Chloe for living alone and mourning her "dead" husband, and finally getting her life back together and moving on (but not loving him any less) to have him show up again. Or Peter, or Caspian. I wonder how Peter and Caspian are going to clash, because they weren't exactly braiding each others hair in the movie, and this only makes things worse. Here is a cake, yes a WHOLE cake, for updating this story:)
5th-Oct-2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
*giggles at the imagery of Caspian and Peter braiding each others hair*

You're right! In this story EVERYONE in the triangle is a victim of fate. So I feel sorry for all of them :(

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