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Black And Blue

AllzStar

When Jaxx is accidentally whisked away to Narnia with the Pevensies, she gets more bruises on her body than usual. But those aren't the only things that are black and blue. Jaxx's black eyes might be the only match for Peter's cool blue stare. PeterXOC

I don't know how I got there. I just did. Somehow, after a sickening push-and-pull feeling, I was suddenly stuck on some beach with these four kids I'd never seen before. They didn't see me at first. They just smiled at each-other and then took off across the beach, taking off their uniform jackets, shoes and stockings. I just stood there rigidly and watched as they tore through the water, splashing each-other and laughing and having a ball. It seemed as if they knew exactly where they were, and didn't seem bothered at all by the fact that we had just been pushed through a vortex of time and space and had magically appeared on some random beach in the middle of no where.

I still felt dizzy and barely made it from the small cave we had appeared in before I had to sit down. I looked around me. The cave was just a giant hole in a vast rock wall that ran along the entire length of the beach. It had been cool and echo-ey, but out in the sun it was boiling hot and there was seaweed and other vegetation everywhere. At least the sand was nice. I cupped it in my shaking hands and let it sift through my fingers.

When my heart felt like it was beating at a regular pace, I stood up. The kids had calmed down a bit and were all standing knee-deep in the water. They all seemed to be looking up at the rock wall. I robotically walked towards them, seeing how long it would take them to notice me.

"Who's that?"

Not long, apparently.

The little girl, who I'd heard her sister call Lucy, ran over and stood a few feet from me. She was smiling quizzically. "Who are you?" There was nothing rude about the way she asked it. She just sounded curious.

"I'm Carmen," I said quietly, feeling my cheeks turn red. "Jackson-Levi. But you can call me Jaxx."

She turned her head to one side. "Jaxx?"

Suddenly ashamed of my absurd nickname (it had been stuck on me since childhood; surprisingly, I prefered it to Carmen), I nodded. "My brother's actual name is Foxx."

"Those are really neat names," Lucy replied, smiling from ear to ear. Her face fell a little as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Lucy." By now her siblings had advanced as well, and I felt my palms getting sweaty as all the attention was suddenly put on me. There were two girls and two boys. One of the boys—the eldest, I guessed, from the way he seemed to dominate over the other three—had been the one to try and calm Lucy's boldness. He gazed at me with some sort of held-back look. Whether it was cautious or curious, I couldn't tell.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I don't know where I am or what I'm doing here."

The older boy spoke up, his voice clear and sharp. "Where did you come from?"

"The railway station in the country, near London. I was just trying to board my train when all of a sudden the walls started spinning and deteriorating and everything was disappearing and then I was…here." I took a breath. "Where are we?"

The four kids (whom I had guessed to be siblings) exchanged bewildered expressions. The older girl spoke first. "What terminal were you entering when you were getting on the train?"

"Um…" I checked the tag I still had around my neck. "Terminal three."

Susan closed her eyes. "I think you bumped into me. Just as we were being pulled into Narnia. I remember someone hitting me."

I racked my brains to remember. Then a light bulb went off. "That's right. I stumbled into you. Then as soon as I touched you—"

"We travelled here," Lucy finished, her green eyes widening.

I sighed. Of course I had brought this upon myself. My clumsiness had cost me a free and unwanted ticket to Timbuktu on the shoulder of a prim school girl. "Where did you say we are?"

"We're in Narnia," replied the youngest, smiling again. "It's a magical land full of dwarves, centaurs, and talking animals. Oh, and there's Aslan. He's the king of Narnia, and he's the biggest lion you'll ever see!"

I blinked a few times as a processed this information. "Come again?"

"We're in a realm of fantasy, and you'd better believe it," explained the eldest boy curtly.

I bowed my head to him, hoping he'd catch the sarcasm in the gesture. Then I let his words plant themselves into my brain. "I must be dreaming."

"That's what I thought when I first came here," said Lucy. "That was almost a year ago. I got here accidentally through the back of a big wardrobe in Professor Kirke's house—only at that time Narnia was covered in snow. See, there was this bad woman called the White Witch who took over Narnia and made it always winter—but never Christmas. But when we got here we discovered that we could change things—with Aslan's help of course—and restore Narnia to the way it was—like this!" Lucy's face was lit up with that smile of hers as she threw her head back and breathed in the salty air.

"This is…amazing. But it's impossible. You said you got here through a wardrobe?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"We didn't believe it at first either," said the younger boy, speaking for the first time. "We though Lucy was just talking poppycock."

"But then we got here," added the older girl. "And we had to believe it."

"We grew up here," Lucy continued, still smiling at the perfect blue sky. "We were the Kings and Queens of Old, and we kept Narnia in peace for years. I was al grown up! But then…" She lowered her face and met my eyes. "We left."

My brow furrowed. "Left?"

"We found the wardrobe again," the eldest boy explained. "And went back through it. We were kids again. We abandoned Narnia."

"But we didn't mean to!" Lucy insisted.

"You grew up here?" I was having trouble keeping myself from fainting.

"Well, you see, we came into Narnia and stayed here for about twenty years. But when we got back to our world—not a second had passed," explained the younger boy.

I inhaled sharply. "Oh—oh."

The older girl chuckled. "Perhaps we should stop bombarding the poor girl with all this information. I know it's a lot to take in." She smiled gently at me. "What did you say your name was?"

"It's Jaxx," said Lucy excitedly.

"Carmen Jackson-Levi, but no one calls be that. Just call me Jaxx," I added.

"Jaxx?" The younger boy giggled. "Really?"

"Edmund, don't be rude," the elder boy scolded.

"It's okay. I get that a lot. I know it's a strange nickname. Just like my parents. They're the farthest thing from normal. I mean, I've got a brother named Foxx."

They all stared at me. "I think it's wicked," the one named Edmund said after a moment.

I grinned shyly. "Thank you."

The older boy stuck out his hand. He seemed to have relaxed a little bit. "I'm Peter Pevensie."

I took his hand. "Nice to meet you." I was surprised at how soft his hands were, despite his cold attitude. I met his eyes and discovered their brilliant blueness. I'd never seen eyes lovelier—or colder—in my life. He had a bitter sense about him, like he'd seen horrible things before it had been his time to lose his innocence.

The other girl introduced herself as Susan. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie. They seemed a happy, good-looking family. Lucy was holding Peter's hand; although Lucy seemed to be the type of girl who would hold anyone's hand. I couldn't blame her for wanting to hold Peter's hand, though.

They didn't look like a family, though. They all had different eyes, and different hair colors, and differently shaped faces. Peter was blond, Susan and Edmund had dark hair, and Lucy was a redhead. They all had long, untamed hair and a sort of wondrous expression about them all the time. They had obviously seen many amazing things. The more amazing thing was that they seemed willing to share those things with me.