A/N: Originally written in Dec. of 2006. The prompt was Candy Canes. :)
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Susan Pevensie blinks open her eyes slowly, sensitive to the light shining through her bedroom windows. The sun is beaming magnificently outside and its rays hit the snow, which only seems to make everything brighter. She stretches, the sleeves of her long nightgown pushing up to her forearms, her dark hair falling into her face.
Just as she closes her eyes, smiling contentedly, she hears her door push open and someone come in.
"Morning," she hears Peter say, a happy sort of ringing in his voice. She opens her eyes once more to see that he is fully dressed in grey suspenders and a blue collared shirt, and she watches him climb into the bed with her, lying on the opposite side she is on.
"Morning," Susan responds, pleased to see him, but also a little confused.
She and Peter have been on the outs lately. He's been annoying her with stories of a place called Narnia, a land where everything is beautiful and ripe, where the animals talked and several exciting adventures filled up the days.
"It's the one place where you can be and feel completely happy, completely fulfilled. It's like your whole life makes sense and you don't want to be anywhere else. It's the most wonderful place you could ever hope to find, and when you do, you feel like there isn't anything else you need," Peter had said about Narnia one time, and then he had launched into a sad series of reminiscences, telling Susan that he wished she would remember.
Susan, however, doesn't believe for a second that this place is real. It is just illogical to find a land in a wardrobe, and it's even more illogical that she and her siblings would have been considered royalty there. It is absurd, and she tells Peter so every time he brings it up. Her unwavering stand on the issue versus his is a raging battle between them, one that has never been solved and Susan doesn't see how it ever could be. It's led to several periods where they don't speak, or are so angry with each other they refuse to be in the same room together.
Just last night they had a row about Narnia that had lasted for two hours.
Which is why Susan is surprised to see him lying next to her, smiling with joy as he looks at her.
But she doesn't think for a second to ask Peter why he is acting this way because she has missed him so. She's missed all the things they used to do together: taking long walks down the streets, talking late into the night by the fire, simply laughing together...without him, she's been lost and lonely.
"Brought you something," says Peter and he brings up his hand, in which he's holding a big, red-and-white striped candy cane.
She smiles widely back at him and takes the candy cane. "Thanks, Peter," she says gleefully.
And in that moment Susan feels completely happy and fulfilled. Like her whole life makes sense and she doesn't want to be anywhere else but with Peter. Her place is here, with him, and it's wonderful and she feels like she has all she needs.
"Merry Christmas, Su," Peter says, scooting closer and kissing her on the forehead.
He leans back, still smiling, and Susan, though she'll never tell him, can see Narnia in his eyes.