A/N: A gift, for Beelzelnef's Curse, my co-ideas finder friend who'd always been a big help to me, through all the obsessions I have (haha), and for other Susan/Caspian fans out there.

Susan Pevensie could not sleep. Tossing and turning, the more she pushed his images away, the more they haunted her mind.

Caspian.

'Forget about him, Susan, it could never be', she had told herself, getting past the couple of nights after they had gotten back from Narnia.

Far across the other side of Professor Kirke's Wardrobe, as he lay on his bed, King Caspian X closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Yet it did not work. No, the thoughts in his mind returned to her.

Susan Pevensie.

And that sad little parting joke she had told him, "We would never last anyway," a shadow of regret seemed to cross her face, "After all, I'm thirteen hundred years older than you," before she went back to join her siblings, smiling as she always did.

The smile that lightened everything…combined with her cheerful light blue eyes and hair dark as the night sky.

The things about her that he missed…

During the Pevensies' brief stay in Narnia, she was the one who had caught his eye: gentle, but equally daring as her brothers. It was all happening too fast, the winning of the war, parting to a new world…

Before he realized what his heart was telling him, his real feelings for her, it was too late.

Now the only worry crossed his mind: Would he ever see her again?

Grabbing a candle holder, Susan, still dressed in her robes, slowly got up from her bed, careful not to wake Lucy up.

After all, her parents having been gone for another business trip, she was here, the place where Lucy had discovered Narnia, Professor Kirke's, and, if ever she tried anything, this was the time.

"Mhm, no, it's mine—," Edmund mumbled unconsciously in his sleep, hands fumbling with the bed-sheets, when his ears caught footsteps sound in the distance.

The black-haired teenager suddenly jerked awake, his mind alert.

'Oh no,' he thought, seeing a familiar shadow of his sister, 'Susan!'

Edmund darted to the bed next to his, grabbing Peter's shoulders and shaking them gently, "Peter, Peter, wake up!"

"Wha…Ed? I thought—" a very dozy, messy-haired Peter turned sideways, whispering as a reply.

"No, Peter," Edmund's voice was hushed, "It's urgent—you must come with me! Susan's…"

"Susan?" hearing his younger brother, rarely this concerned, Peter steadied himself on the bed, "Hope this won't turn out to be one of your jokes."

"Oh really," he answered, tone filled with mischief, "but I'm not King of the Just for nothing!"

A smile tugged Peter's lips, "Is this about Narnia, then?"

Edmund nodded, "And I think she's heading towards the Wardrobe."

The City of Warde Obe, from the land of Spare Oom…that's where, if Caspian were to trust the Narnian history, the Pevensies entered and left his kingdom.

Spare Oom, he mused, isn't that near the old metal lampost in the forest?

It would not hurt, perhaps, if he could…explore there…and find that mysterious portal…

Almost there, I'm almost there, Susan told herself, stepping closer to the spare room.

She opened the door easily, unaware of her two suspicious siblings right behind the corner, and walked in, ready for whatever was going to happen…

When, the moment her hand reached the knob on the beautifully hand-carved wardrobe, the door opened by itself…

…and something rather heavy collapsed on her, the candle holder falling to the floor with a clank!

"Oh!" she had cried, and heard a Spanish-accented voice, as if from a dream, "S—Sorry, I…didn't mean to hurt you. Here, give me your hand."

It could not be.

Pulling herself up, Susan Pevensie gazed up into the eyes of the man she had been fantasized of, the soulful brown eyes she would recognize anywhere, even when barely a thing was visible in this darkness.

"Caspian, what are you doing here?"

A/N: Ta-da.

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