A/N: So this is my first fanfiction…you're going to have to bear with me. I'm not one of those people who plan everything little thing out, so at one point you and I will be in the same boat. We're both not going to know what'll happen next. Also, I am a huge fan of the books and movies, so I'll probably take what I want from each. So movie fans – if you don't recognize it, it's either from the book or my head. I'm also changing ages to fit the story. So Peter's eighteen, Susan is seventeen, Edmund is sixteen, and Lucy is fourteen.

Disclaimer: Nope, the Chronicles are not mine; they belong to whoever owns C.S. Lewis' estate. I mean, would I be writing on Fanfiction if I owned them


Chapter One

Extra Clothes

Lucy Pevensie watched as her older sister screamed at her older brother. Edmund had done the unthinkable – he spilled his drink all over Susan. Lucy curled up into the couch she was sitting on, and watched as her normally gentle and kind sister verbally abused Edmund. Lucy, who was usually as kind hearted as her sister, couldn't help but smirk a little at Edmund. Edmund who typically would have stood up to Susan was slowly sinking into his chair with a terrified look on his face. Peter was hiding in the boys' shared room.

The four children were on their way to a party held by a family friend who lived far out in the country. Professor Kirke had lent them his cottage for the night while he lectured in London. It had three rooms, the living/kitchen area, two bedrooms, and a bathroom.

All the children aside from Peter had only brought two sets of clothes. One to drive up in, one for the party, their sleeping clothes, and then they would wear the driving clothes again when they headed back to London. Edmund had spilled his drink all over her driving clothes. They were completely unbearable.

"Edmund, how could you be so careless? I have to wear Peter's extra clothes now and they're not fit for anyone but family to see me in! What happens when my friends meet me when we get home? They'll see me in these clothes, and that's not a good thing. And I can't possibly wear my party clothes home; I mean what would people think? Look at me when I'm talking to you Edmund Pevensie!" shouted a very annoyed Susan. Lucy thought that her older sister should be grateful that Peter even brought extra clothes and that he was willing to let her wear them. Peter had a very run down car that sprayed some sort of liquid, Lucy hadn't listened when Ed and Peter where talking about it, that would cover the driver. So Peter thought and brought another set of clothes just in case he was doused.

Lucy noticed how pretty Susan looked even though she was wearing boy's clothes. Peter's button down, white shirt actually looked as though it was for a female, it fit Susan even though it was too big. She had rolled the sleeves up, which increased its femininity. Peter's pants were also too big and they had to be rolled up. Lucy was slightly envious that Susan could look so good without trying. Even her hair, which undone was very long and mostly straight with a bit of curl, and her complexion, which was flawless without makeup, played along when she wanted them to. Lucy wished she didn't notice these things as she hadn't before. Then Lucy remembered that this was about the age in Narnia when she had noticed Susan's beauty and longed for even a tiny piece of it. Narnia. Lucy missed the place so. She knew all of her siblings did, but only Edmund and she would be able to go back. It had been a year since they had gone and helped the young Prince Caspian reclaim his throne. Well, Peter and Edmund technically did the reclaiming, while Susan and her liberated the towns under the Telmarine influence. They had freed the River God, saved Caspian's old nurse, picked up a few people to add to the crew, and feasted with Bacchus and Silenus multiple times. Peter, Ed, and Caspian did the actually fighting part. Lucy almost wished that she had been allowed to fight, but Aslan didn't want her to. After all, he protected them and let them liberate the towns, which Susan probably liked. Susan whose beauty knows no measures, but apparently her faith did. Lucy remembered Susan apologizing after saying she lied and had believed that Lucy saw Aslan, but told her it was just a dream. Susan whose fears had spoken to her. Susan who was never going back to Narnia.

All of a sudden Lucy snapped her head up. Something was wrong…Susan had stopped screaming to catch her breath. Lucy looked over at her older brother who looked as though he could cry. The youngest Pevensie vowed to remember that face forever as she'd very rarely ever see it again. Lucy decided it was time to intervene.

"Perhaps we should go for walk?" Lucy asked politely, Susan's favorite way.

"That sounds like a great idea Lu." Peter agreed coming out of the boys' room where he had been holed up hiding from his younger sister.

Edmund nodding, and Susan merely replied with an "hmph." Peter shot her a face; Lucy didn't exactly know what it meant. The Big Pair had devised their own way of communicating with facial expressions and sometimes all they had to do was look at each other. Peter and Susan were the Big Pair, while Edmund and Lucy were the Little Pair. Their mother nicknamed them that, because the last Tsar of Russia had five children. The four oldest were daughters, and they used the labels Big Pair and Little Pair. Their mother told them that all families should strive for a little bit for royalty in their lives, to make them feel better. Helen Pevensie never understood why her four children laughed at that so hard they cried.

"Sounds like a fine idea Lucy." Susan's voice sounded strained. She obviously did not agree.

The four of them took off after Susan's long debate on whether or not to bring which she didn't. They climbed miniature hills, and then rolled down them. Suddenly Lucy saw something that was so familiar to her, that it just couldn't be…could it?


A/N: Cliffhanger, much? I do hope you enjoyed it. So please review and tell me. I would prefer something more that "I loved it" or "I hated it," perhaps you could enlighten as to why you loved it or hated it. So tell me what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. After all, everything's a learning experience, and as my first fanfic this could prove to be a big one.