A/N: Here I am with a brand new fic after an extremely long break from fanfiction. I really need all the help and support that I can get to continue story writing (I kind of sunk into depression after losing my grandfather), and so all I ask of you is two simple things - read, and REVIEW!

Do not want to bore you guys- so here you go. Happy Reading!


Incomplete, Missing, Lost

Summary: A sudden re-entry into England from Narnia after more than two decades by the Pevensie siblings has left them feeling rather confused, hurt and unable to adjust back into the ways of the world. Each sibling pines for Narnia, wishing more than anything to get back there. Which elements of Narnia do each of them miss and reminiscence about the most? Will they ever go back to their true home in the future? Read more to find out!

Prologue

The news of the legendary white stag filled every nook and corner of Narnia. For days on end, every being, from tiny dwarves to the mighty centaurs and massive giants had been talking only and only about white stag sightings, where it was said to be now, and who all had tried to catch it - and had failed. It was said that he who caught the white stag could ask from it any three wishes, which would immediately be granted.

At Cair Paravel, too, the four royals couldn't wait to saddle up their horses and prepare the best hunt that they could for the white stag. But being the rulers of Narnia, it was next to impossible for them to take off after the stag without tying up quite a few loose ends, and ensuring that everything was running in the best order before they could spend a good day or two tracking the stag.

Edmund and Lucy walked hurriedly towards Susan's chambers, both carrying files filled with important documents. They rapped impatiently upon her door.

"Who is it?" came Susan's voice, sounding a bit muffled.

"It's us, Su," Lucy cried out impatiently. "Ed and Lucy!"

Susan opened her door within minutes, and Lucy barged in, carefully placing both Edmund's and her files on Susan's study. "Here you go," Ed crowed triumphantly. "After much digging in the library, having got more dust than that present in the Calormene desert up my nose and sneezing for three nights continuously -"

"Oh, stop it with the drama, Ed." Lucy rolled her eyes and grinned. "Well, we have basically got you the Calormene-Narnia Treaty Documents that you required, Susan."

"Good job, both of you!" Susan clapped her hands in glee. "Was it the thought of a certain white stag that motivated you to completing your task this quickly?"

Lucy and Ed blushed at being caught red-handedly. "Guilty as charged," Ed smiled at Susan. Susan mirrored his smile. "Don't worry," she assured them. "I'm as impatient as you are, maybe even more, to go hunting for the White Stag. I have absolutely no intention of killing him but I do need a very, very close up view. I don't mind having a wish granted, either!"

"We're all done with the issues that needed immediate looking into; now there's only Peter left to return from the Galma Isles..." But Lucy never got to complete her sentence.

"Did I hear somebody mention my name?"

"Peter!" Three excited voices called out their elder brother's name, and Peter entered the corridor to Susan's room in a minute. After enthusiastic hugs, 'welcome backs' and friendly threats for getting delayed passed all around, the four siblings made their way to the dining room.

Dinner didn't disappoint them - the food was every bit as lavish as the royals expected it to be, and there was special blancmange pudding in honour of Peter's homecoming. Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy caught up eagerly on each other's lives, for the four shared everything and held no secrets between them. So, after Peter had encountered his adventures at Galma, Lucy and Edmund had, amidst many chuckles and interruptions, narrated the tale of recovering the Calormene - Narnia treaty proofs and Susan had recounted sleepless nights filled with replying to suitor after suitor, they decided that the moon had risen high enough in the sky for them to go to bed. There was yet another long day ahead of them which they had to be prepared to face.


Another day was almost ending, and quite a productive one at that. Peter and Edmund had emerged after a particularly long session of severe brainstorming, tired yet extremely satisfied with the way things seemed to be working out. It was the girls' time out now - they were in Calormene, and things weren't exactly going the way they wished it would. What they didn't realise at that point, is that they were far better off that the boys would ever be.

The Tisroc apparently had no value for documents, treaties or an agreement of any sort - "As long as Narnia helps us when we need it, dears, we shall be no foe to Narnia" is all that he was ready to promise. The look on his face suggested to them that he didn't really mind declaring war on and looting Narnia - fear of Aslan (who he declared he didn't believe in, but fear was pretty evident upon his face) and that of rebellion from the neighbouring countries, with whom Narnia had forged strong ties, were the only factors actually that held him close (and wisely so) to his own land.

Susan possessed tact. And Lucy, immense charm. Together, the sisters took on the Tisroc, explaining, compromising, almost politely threatening and then explaining some more to get the Tisroc sign the agreement that ensured a happy and safe future for Narnia - at least for the next ten years. The treaty declared that Calormene shall not deem war or deny genuine aid to Narnia under any circumstances for ten years and the Pevensies prayed with all their might that the period would be enough to turn Narnia and Caloremene into allies, once and for all.

"That was one job well done, wasn't it Lu?" Susan asked her sister, extremely satisfied with their work as they made their way towards Narnia.

"Definitely! We can also show our dear brothers that we are much better at intellectual work - not to mention driving a good bargain - than they are and will ever be!" Lucy giggled gleefully.

Susan grinned widely at her sister, very much looking forward to returning to the Cair where they could finally start preparing the hunt for the White Stag.


"Swords, bow and arrows?"

"Check."

"Horses all saddled up?"

"Prosedus and Glorius have seen to it that they are well saddled, bridled and ready for a long day put hunting."

"Picnic baskets prepared?" His eyes glinted with mischief as he uttered those words.

"Edmund! Why is it that you are capable of thinking only about food, all day long?"

"I agree with Ed, Susan!" Peter joined his brother in teasing their methodical and meticulous sister.

"Peter! Not you too!" Susan exaggerated with mock-annoyance.

"Sorry, mom!"

A small smile made its way through her face and Susan rolled her eyes at her brothers but didn't stop. "Lucy has her cordial with her; we are all armed, as Ed so kindly ensured, Pete has instructed Glenstorm to carry out his duties in place of him and Tumnus shall assist him when and where help is required. Anything else?"

Her eyes glittered as if daring her siblings to point out a single flaw in her careful arrangements. Even Edmund, who usually pinpointed one tiny leak or the other in her plans, had nothing to say.

"Well then," Peter took over, a triumphant grin gracing his features. "Are we all set to find the White Stag?"


The only sounds that could be heard echoing through the forested paths were that of the galloping hooves of the Pevensie's horses and the occasional yells of the young queens and kings to inform their siblings that they had gotten a glimpse of the stag. Much to their frustration, they had been alternately getting the trail and then losing track of the White Stag.

Edmund suddenly slowed down and bent to talk to his horse, Philip.

"You alright there, Philip?"

"Not quite as young as I once used to be."

Edmund laughed.

"What happened, Ed? Are you tired already?" Susan teased a panting Edmund.

"Do you remember what he said, Susan? You people can stay at the castle; I will go and get the stag myself." Lucy imitated the confident proclamation her brother had made a few hours back in his masculine tone and burst into loud laughter, Susan joining her.

"Do you want to take a rest, Edmund?" Peter looked concerned.

Lucy had walked a bit further, exploring their surroundings. She chanced upon an ancient wrought-iron lamp-post overgrown with bushes and creepers, the light still glowing. Something stirred within her and she ran madly now, forgetting her purpose, her siblings; everything.

"Lucy! Wait up! Where r you running?" Susan ran behind her sister, not wanting to lose her sight.

Lucy didn't respond to her sister. Instead - "This place...I feel like I have been here before...maybe in a dream..." she had an unfocused, possessed look in her eyes that Peter recognised only too well.

"Or maybe in a dream of a dream," Susan added suddenly, gazing up reverently at the lam-post.

It was as though those words had broken an enchantment. Lucy broke free and ran wildly now, paying no heed to her sibling's desperate cries who followed her.

"Not again, Lucy!" It was Peter.

Suddenly, the trees amidst which they were running ceased to be trees - they were somehow softer, and the place was getting increasingly cramped. The four stepped on each other feet and shoved one another in the absence on light, bickering like they used to in their childhood.

"Ow, Edmund, get off my feet!"

"Susan's shoving me!"

"Ouch, stop pulling me!"

And the four tumbled out of the wardrobe - for that is where they were -- and onto the hard, wooden floor of Professor Diggory Kirke's mansion. They gazed at each other in wonder, unable to comprehend the sight before their eyes. They were children again, back to Professor's house, amidst World War Two.

It couldn't be. But it was.

"What were you four doing here in the wardrobe?"

The startled Pevensies looked up to see the professor peering down at them, his electric blue eyes twinkling gaily.

Peter found his tongue first.

"Well, you wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir!" he exclaimed, unable to believe it himself even after it had happened to him and his siblings,

"Try me."


A/N: Voila, here comes the end. I will publish the next chapter as soon as I have received a minimum of ten reviews for this chapter...that isn't asking too much, is it? Thanks so so much for reading, and since you have made it this far, please do not leave without REVIEWEING!!!

Loads and loads of sincere thanks to all readers along with cyber-cookies loaded with chocolate chips for those who review!

Adieu for now,
-Eternally Seventeen