There were bombs everywhere. One had already fallen by the house of Carolyn Baker. It had shook the whole house and the antique cabinet that held all their china fell on her mother, killing her instantly. Her father had passed a few months earlier in the war. Carolyn was a very sick girl. She was suffering from an unknown illness that caused weakness and so she could barely walk. She used a wheelchair to get around.
When the bomb shook her house she had to try to manage her way around the rubble and up to her safe house.
"Oh come on, open," she said pulling at the door knob.
"Carolyn?!" shouted her neighbour. She looked to see Edmund and Peter outside.
"What are you doing?" asked Peter. She looked at her safe house door frantically as the bombs got closer.
"It won't open!" she cried. Peter and Edmund ran through the rubble to her and carried her towards the Pevensie's safe house. They dove in and shut the door.
"Carolyn? What are you doing here?" asked Susan.
"My safe house won't open, a tree fell on it," said Carolyn bringing her knees to her chest.
"Where is your mother?" asked their mum. Carolyn then burst into tears and Lucy and her mother pulled her into their arms and let her cry.
The next day there were hoards of children and their mothers trying to get them on a train and marked properly so they would end up at the correct place. The Pevensie mother has taken the role to keeping Carolyn safe and was sending her with the Pevensie children to the countryside.
"If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go," said Edmund trying everything to stay.
"If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go," said Peter being smart.
"You will listen to your brother won't you, Edmund?" asked their mother. He didn't respond. She reached up to kiss his cheek and he pulled away. Carolyn didn't look. How much she would give just for one last kiss on the cheek from her mum. She made her way to Peter and last to Carolyn.
"You have always been a good girl, and can accomplish so much even with your handicap. Stay strong, and the others will be to help when you need it," she said and hugged Carolyn.
"All aboard! All aboard!" yelled the conductor.
"All right. Off you go," their mum said. Peter grabbed Lucy's hand, Susan pushed Carolyn's wheelchair, and Edmund carried his and Susan's suitcases.
"Hey, get off. I know how to get on a train by myself," he grumbled.
"May I have your tickets, please?" the ticket collector asked, but Peter was staring at something, "tickets, please." Susan looked at Peter then grabbed the tickets from his hand and handed them over. "That's right. On you go." The children then walked toward the train. Lucy slowed down trying to catch a glimpse of their mum.
"Come on Lucy, we have to stick together. Everything's going to be all right. It's going to be fine," assured Peter. Susan and a conductor helped Carolyn on the train and the stayed by the window to say a final good bye to their mother.
Once the station was out of site they made their way to a mostly empty compartment. Peter helped load their bags onto the luggage racks but Edmund refused his help. Next Peter and Susan helped Carolyn get onto the train bench and Edmund folded down her wheel chair and put it with their luggage. She ended up sitting next to Lucy and Susan, but fell asleep on the trip.
Soon Susan was shaking her awake and they all got off the train at, seemingly, the middle of nowhere, which means Coombe Holt. They heard a car engine and some honking and they ran to the end of the small platform and the car came and went. Bored, Carolyn started moving her wheel chair back and forth.
"The professor knew we were coming," said Susan.
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled," said Edmund looking at his tag. That's when the sound of a horse drawn buggy and woman driving it onward came around the bend. They all moved to look and sure enough the woman and the buggy were there and they pulled up next to the children.
"Mrs. Macready?" asked Peter.
"I'm afraid so," she replied, "Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?"
"No, m'am. It's just us," said Peter.
"Small favours," she said. She motioned her head for them to load in. Peter and Edmund helped Carolyn into the bugger and Susan folded up her chair and passed it to Lucy who carefully placed it on the floor of the buggy. The horse started moving and off they went.
After a short ride, they arrived at a mansion, which they assumed to be Professor Kirke's house.
"Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house. And, as such, here are a few rules we need to follow," started Mrs. Macready as they walked through the house. Peter was carrying Carolyn on his back, and Edmund, wanting to help more then Peter, was carrying her chair. Susan and Lucy helped with the bags.
"There will be no shoutin'. Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter," they climbed some stairs and Susan reached out to touch a bust placed at the top, "no touchin' of the historical artefacts!" cried Mrs. Macready, "and above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the professor."
They got to their rooms and unpacked. Carolyn was back in her wheel chair. They had supper then went to bed. They were all in the girl's room listening to the radio, which was covering the bombs last night. Susan shut it off and they heard Lucy sniffle. Susan and Peter went to her side and Carolyn watched form across the room.
"The sheets feel scratchy," said Lucy.
"Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon," said Susan.
"Yeah, if home's still there," remarked Edmund walking in.
"Isn't it time you were in bed?" sighed Susan.
"Yes, mum," he said back.
"Ed," said Peter firmly. Edmund fell quiet and Carolyn rolled over to him and put a reassuring hand on his arm.
"You saw outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's going to be great. Really," said Peter trying to be the optimistic of the bunch. Lucy gave a slight smile and they all decided to head to bed.
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A/N: I had this idea for a while and I started writing it down. I actually liked it so I finally decided to post it. This story will cover both movies, and it will not go ont to cover any of the others to follow. It shall end at Prince Caspian. And yes I have read all the books but that was a long time ago and I don't own any copies of them so this fan fiction will be going off the movies. And if any of you care, my favourite in the series was Magician's Nephew.