On a less angsty note: Get Out of This House (http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/colvin-shawn/get-out-of-this-house-10531.html), Shawn Colvin (I was not kidding about her being my Narnia singer): Peter and Caspian during PC, yes/no? (If I could vid, I would vid this, because OH MY GOD. "You act like a baby, you talk like a fool -- get out of this house. Go back to your mama, go back to high school -- get out of this house.")
And Miraz has a vendetta against the sheriff, of course! And Peter gets sloppy or gets betrayed and gets caught, so he's tied to a chair in Miraz's headquarters, and Miraz puts his gun in Caspian's hand and tells him to shoot Peter. Caspian freezes, fingers curled loosely around the handle of the gun -- it feels so much heavier than he imagined. Peter stares at him with flat, cold blue eyes, and doesn't say anything at all. "What are you waiting for, boy?" Miraz says against Caspian's ear. "Don't be a baby." Caspian's sweating so much he can barely keep his grip on the gun; he raises it, barrel shaking wildly, and points it at Peter's chest. But he can't bring himself to shoot, not with Peter looking at him like that. He doesn't think there's ever been a human emotion in Peter's eyes, and there isn't now, but it doesn't mean he's not human. It takes a long time. Miraz says something, several times, but Caspian doesn't hear it. He finally lowers the gun. "I can't do it," he says. "I won't murder for you." "It's too bad," Miraz says, and the gunshot goes wild because Peter throws the chair sideways suddenly into one of the men standing by him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. There's a knife suddenly in his hands and he saws frantically at the ropes binding him while Caspian struggles with Miraz, trying to wrestle the gun out of his uncle's hands.
*cough* There is a possibility I skipped over the story and went straight to the dramatic close, where of course, Peter turns to Caspian and says, like it physically pains him, "Do you want a job?" "A...job?" Caspian repeats, sick to his heart with the realization he's lost everything. "Doing what?" "Well," Peter says, "Narnia's growing, and it's getting a little hard for Edmund and I to keep up with everything." (The town is called Narnia, of course, and Susan's saloon is Cair Paravel.) "I could use another deputy." "Or," Edmund adds, "you could go and beg Miraz for your trust fund back." "I don't want charity," Caspian says stiffly. "It's not charity," Peter snaps. "It's damn hard work and I'll be working you like a dog. If you're lucky, you might even get shot again." "Oh," Caspian says, hand going to the bandage on his arm where the bullet grazed him. "Then yes, I would like the job."
*cough*
Yesyesyes! Although now I'm kind of wondering what each of the Pevensies would be like if they'd been the one left behind. Workaholic!Peter? My Peter's either career military or turns to mercenary work -- I don't know if they had Blackwater-equivalents in the fifties-sixties, but that's what he'd be doing. For the rest of his life. Because it's the only thing he's ever been really good at, and if he's being paid for it, then he doesn't have to pretend to be doing it out of patriotism, because he's not. England isn't his country, and he doesn't feel anything towards her at all.
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And Miraz has a vendetta against the sheriff, of course! And Peter gets sloppy or gets betrayed and gets caught, so he's tied to a chair in Miraz's headquarters, and Miraz puts his gun in Caspian's hand and tells him to shoot Peter. Caspian freezes, fingers curled loosely around the handle of the gun -- it feels so much heavier than he imagined. Peter stares at him with flat, cold blue eyes, and doesn't say anything at all.
"What are you waiting for, boy?" Miraz says against Caspian's ear. "Don't be a baby."
Caspian's sweating so much he can barely keep his grip on the gun; he raises it, barrel shaking wildly, and points it at Peter's chest. But he can't bring himself to shoot, not with Peter looking at him like that. He doesn't think there's ever been a human emotion in Peter's eyes, and there isn't now, but it doesn't mean he's not human.
It takes a long time. Miraz says something, several times, but Caspian doesn't hear it. He finally lowers the gun. "I can't do it," he says. "I won't murder for you."
"It's too bad," Miraz says, and the gunshot goes wild because Peter throws the chair sideways suddenly into one of the men standing by him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. There's a knife suddenly in his hands and he saws frantically at the ropes binding him while Caspian struggles with Miraz, trying to wrestle the gun out of his uncle's hands.
*cough* There is a possibility I skipped over the story and went straight to the dramatic close, where of course, Peter turns to Caspian and says, like it physically pains him, "Do you want a job?" "A...job?" Caspian repeats, sick to his heart with the realization he's lost everything. "Doing what?"
"Well," Peter says, "Narnia's growing, and it's getting a little hard for Edmund and I to keep up with everything." (The town is called Narnia, of course, and Susan's saloon is Cair Paravel.) "I could use another deputy."
"Or," Edmund adds, "you could go and beg Miraz for your trust fund back."
"I don't want charity," Caspian says stiffly.
"It's not charity," Peter snaps. "It's damn hard work and I'll be working you like a dog. If you're lucky, you might even get shot again."
"Oh," Caspian says, hand going to the bandage on his arm where the bullet grazed him. "Then yes, I would like the job."
*cough*
Yesyesyes! Although now I'm kind of wondering what each of the Pevensies would be like if they'd been the one left behind. Workaholic!Peter? My Peter's either career military or turns to mercenary work -- I don't know if they had Blackwater-equivalents in the fifties-sixties, but that's what he'd be doing. For the rest of his life. Because it's the only thing he's ever been really good at, and if he's being paid for it, then he doesn't have to pretend to be doing it out of patriotism, because he's not. England isn't his country, and he doesn't feel anything towards her at all.