Lost and Found
Summary: Lucy and Edmund have been searching for Aslan's identity in their world for a long time, but the least place they expect to find Him is in a church. Meanwhile, Susan drifts farther and farther away from Aslan and her family. Will Lucy and Edmund convince her and the rest of their family to join church?
Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia.
For Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, Church had never been something to think about. Church had always been something they should go to every day. The name 'God' for them was always a word in red in the pages of the Bible, nothing more. During the sermons, they never really listened. Lucy would draw, Edmund would think, Susan would sigh, and Peter would daydream. Even Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie quite thought church was important, either. Their parents had always made them go, so they had just simply brought up the tradition of it. Even they didn't pay attention to the sermons. So there came a time when Lucy was about seven when they stopped going.
"Do you mean to say that you're in our world too, Aslan?" Edmund asked.
"I am," said Aslan. "But there I have a different name. You must find me and learn to know me by that name."Lucy awoke with a start, slightly sweaty. She glanced across the room, expecting to see Susan there, but her bed was empty. She frowned and sighed. That's right, she thought. Susan's out with her friends at a party. Lucy reached out and turned on the bedside lamp next to her. She pulled her favorite book, Peter Pan, out from under her bed and began to read.
She was interrupted from a quiet knocking on the door. She tucked the book away under her pillow and got up to answer the door. Her older brother stood, slightly sweaty too. "What is it, Ed?" Lucy asked curiously, opening the door farther.
Edmund smiled grimly. "You couldn't sleep either?"
Lucy shrugged, color creeping into her cheeks. "Not really." She replied. "Want to come in?" Edmund nodded and she stepped aside, allowing the brunette boy to enter the room. He sat down on Susan's empty bed, running his hand across the blankets. "Where's Susan?" He asked, finally looking up. Lucy was sitting on her bed across from him.
Lucy sighed. "She's at her friend's party," she replied, scowling and staring at her feet.
Edmund raised his eyebrows. "This late?" Lucy nodded, silent. Edmund sighed. He, too, had noticed Susan slowly slipping away from the family lately, denying her right as queen of Narnia and servant to Aslan.
"So, why are you up?" asked Lucy, looking up again.
Edmund shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." He replied, stretching his legs.
Lucy looked at him, as if pondering. "Did you have the dream again?" She asked quietly. Edmund sighed again and nodded. Lucy sighed louder and fell back onto the bed. "We've been searching for days," she said, worry in her voice. "What if we never find Him?"
Edmund jumped up and sat next to her. "Don't say that, of course we will!" He urged. Lucy looked at him sadly. "I know we will," he repeated. "We just have to look harder, that's all."
Lucy sighed. "It'd be better if Susan would help," she muttered, looking down again.
Edmund frowned. Susan had wanted no part of their search for Aslan's other identity in their world. They were sure Peter would've loved to help, but he was still up with the Professor, studying. "We'll find Him ourselves, just the two of us. It'll work out, Lu, you'll see." Lucy smiled slightly at her older brother and lay her head on his shoulder. Edmund wrapped his arm around his sister's neck and gave her other shoulder a tight squeeze.
"Now go to bed," he commanded her, smiling slightly. Lucy pouted but climbed back into bed. "Good night, Lu," he said as he turned of the lamp and got ready to leave the room.
Lucy smiled, but it was too dark for Edmund to see her. "Good night, Ed," Edmund closed the door and in a few seconds Lucy was back asleep.
Lucy woke up to a bright light shining in her eyes. She rubbed them, groaned, and lifted herself up from the bed. She saw her sister sitting on the bed, examining her purse. "Su, what are you doing?"
Susan looked up from her purse. "Go back to sleep, Lucy," she commanded, frowning at her younger sister. Then Susan went back to examining her purse. She didn't see the hurt look flicker across Lucy's face.
"Mum and Dad were worried," said Lucy flatly, not following Susan's advice and sitting up farther in bed.
Susan snorted. "Like I care," she muttered, hoping Lucy wouldn't hear. She did, and scowled.
"What's the matter with you, Susan?" she cried in a loud whisper. Susan looked up, looking cross, and set her purse on the bed. "Nothing's the matter with me," Susan said firmly. "But what's the matter with you? You've been going on about that game we used to play a long time back, you and Edmund both. It's sickening. You're eleven, Lucy; you're old enough to stop playing games like that."
Lucy's eyes filled with tears. "It's not a game, Susan, and you know it!" she cried, pushing the tears back. She didn't even bother to whisper.
Susan scowled. "Go back to bed, Lucy, I'm tired of your whining." She glared harder.
"Fine," Lucy snapped, the tears building up again. "I'm tired of you acting stupid." She turned around in bed and let the tears slowly stream down her cheeks. Finally Susan turned the light off and Lucy fell back asleep, having troubled dreams.
A/N: Fin! Mean Susan, right? So, did you like it? I'll write more chapters, I promise, but it may take a while because I've still got to add the second chapter to Something Bad. I keep on stalling, though. :( Please, please, PLEASE review!!! *puts on puppy dog face*
