AN: I got the idea for this after watching the movie "Fairytale: a true story" again yesterday. (If you haven't seen that movie, you should, it's actally pretty interesting. But did you know that the real Elise Wright and Frances Griffis were liars and that Frances confessed that they cut the "Fairies" out of books when she was an old lady? It's true!)

Okay a few things you need to know, One this story takes place after "The lion the witch and the wardrobe" but I changed some of the events that happen later and put them in the story. For example, Susan meets the Nerdy boy at the train station before going to the professor's house instead of at the subway before going to Narnia for a second time. In this story, they've only been to Narnia once. And I took the train crash from the last battle and made it happen sooner. Only the Pevensies don't die in it. And I used Lucy's friend from "Voyage of the dawn treader" in this too.

"Lucy!" A familiar voice echoed through the little valley at the bottom of the garden where Lucy often went to play.

It was Marjorie Preston, one of Lucy's best friends. She was running down the slippery green slope to meet her, waving her arms franticly to get her attention.

Lucy was sitting on a checkered table-cloth sort of blanket that she had spread out below herself to keep from getting her stockings damp. She wouldn't have bothered with such a petty endeavor, not really being the sort of girl who worried about keeping her clothing at its best, but her Mother had often scolded her and warned her that she would "be sure to fall ill" if she didn't take care.

Now she stood up and waved back to her friend. "Marjorie!" She called back happily as her friend came closer.

The two girls met in a tight embrace. "Oh, Lucy, I have missed you terribly!"

"How was school?" Lucy asked, as she motioned for her friend to sit down with her on the blanket.

Marjorie shrugged. "Not terrible. I can't wait until your mum sends you next year. I do wish I wasn't a whole year and a half older than you. It would have been much more fun going to St. Finbars for the first time with you. I was terrified going by myself. I fairly wept when I had to say goodbye to my mum and get on the train. I know you would have been braver and I tried very hard to be like you, but that didn't work out so well."

"Surely Susan was of some comfort to you." Lucy said cheerfully, thinking of her older sister.

Marjorie shook her head. "Not really." She paused noticing the surprised look on her friend's face. "I mean, I hardly saw her. She's so much older than I am and was with the bigger girls all the time. But she didn't ignore me the way the others did. She did say hello if we happened to pass by one another."

"I'm glad to hear that." Lucy said.

"By the way, when does Susan get back?" Marjorie asked her.

The first-year girls classes closed shortly before that of the older girls so Susan had yet to arrive back home.

"She's coming back tomorrow afternoon." Lucy explained. "Dad, Edmund, and I are going to meet her at the station."

"You still haven't heard anything about..." Marjorie started to say softly.

Lucy felt tears prick her eyes and gently wiped them away with the side of her sweater sleeve. "No, nothing."

"I'm sorry." Marjorie told her.

Peter had been missing for nearly three months now.

Some time ago, there had been a railway accident. Both Peter and Edmund had been waiting for a friend of the Professor's to arrive. A lady called, Polly Plummer who was traveling by herself and needed a place to spend the night. Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie had gladly agreed to let her stay with them out of gratitude for all the Professor had done for their children during the war. No one knew exactly what went wrong. All they knew had come from Edmund who had been very shaken up when he'd woken up in a hospital bed to see the tear-filled eyes of his two sisters and his parents.

He had been shocked to see all nothing but a sharp bright white all around him. Then he heard Susan's voice.

"Mum, Dad, Lu!" She cried. "Look! He's waking up."

"Susan?" Edmund managed to murmur. "Where am I?"

He tried to sit up but felt a burning pain in one of his arms that focused him to slump back down.

"Careful, Ed." Mr. Pevensie warned him. "Your arm is broken, and you must keep it as still as possible."

"Edmund!" Lucy hugged him from the other side of his body, the one without a broken limb. "I was so worried."

"How long have I been asleep?" Edmund asked, figuring out now, though no one actually told him, that he was in the hospital.

"A couple of days." Mrs. Pevensie told him.

"What happened?" Edmund looked into the frightened faces of his family for an explanation.

"Don't you remember?" Susan said, leaning closer to him now. "The accident at the station?"

Edmund closed his eyes and thought hard, searching his memory.

-A train moving very fast....a look of sheer horror on Peter's face...he says words slowly and softly, Edmund can't hear them over the sound of screeching metal and terrified screams of passengers. But he reads his lips, "by the Lion!"

The train about to hit them...."Edmund, look out!" Peter reaches over...shoving him out of harms way The force of the shove knocks Edmund to the ground, he lands on his arm and hears a faint crunching sound before his head hits the concrete and he blacks out-

"Peter..." Edmund said, now that all his memory was returning. "Where is he?"

Mrs. Pevensie and Lucy start to cry. Susan gulps and Mr. Pevensie hangs his head.

"He didn't...die...did he?" Edmund asked bravely, although the thought that his brother might be dead hurt far more than his broken arm ever could.

"We don't know." Susan whispered gravely. "We found you lying on the floor of the station but...we never found Peter...we don't know if he lived or..." Susan's voice started to become faint and a few tears slid down her cheeks.

"There's still hope." Mr. Pevensie said, trying to keep them all from despair. "He might be alright."

Now three months later, Lucy was sitting with Marjorie in the garden by the little stream looking at the rushing water thinking about her brother.

"Are you going to have a memorial service for him?" Marjorie wanted to know.

Lucy's eyes darkened. "Of course not." she snapped. "He'd have to be dead for that."

"I know...but..." Marjorie fumbled for the right words to say.

"He is alive, Marjorie." Lucy insisted firmly, looking her friend right in the eye. "Peter's alive and he's coming home."

Marjorie decided to change the subject. "This is a nice little garden." She looked around at all the lush green surrounding them. "It's nice that Mrs. Esmara let's you use it."

Mrs. Esmara, was a very old lady (Nearly a hundred years old, some said) who owned the garden that the Pevensies often played in. It wasn't out of some great love towards Pevensies that she did so. It was simply because she believed that being kind to children made people say nice things about you after you'd died and there was nothing she wanted more than that.

"I suppose it is nice of her." Lucy had never thought of if the lady had meant to be kind or not. She'd been coming down to the garden so often with her siblings growing up that in the back of her mind, she'd come to believe that it was more theirs even though everyone called it, 'Mrs. Esmara's garden'.

Marjorie noticed the box Lucy had next to her on the blanket. "What's in there?" she asked, curiously.

Lucy opened the lid and pulled out two chairs made of sticks and moss.

"Fairy chairs!" Marjorie clapped her hands. "Did you make them?"

"Yes." Lucy admitted, taking them out. "I made them as a surprise for you."

Marjorie had a secret love of fairies that only Lucy knew about. Neither girl had ever seen a fairy (Even in Narnia Lucy had never come across any of them) but both believed in them. The only difference was that Lucy would readily tell anyone who asked that she believed in fairies. Marjorie on the other hand would turn very red in the face and mumble, "I don't know."

As of late, Lucy had taken to making little fairy-sized things and giving them to Marjorie as gifts. Marjorie kept them in a metal trunk in her bedroom, safe from the eyes of anyone who would mock them or tell anyone about their existence.

"Do you think Susan likes traveling by herself?" Marjorie asked, running her fingers along the side of one of the fairy chairs.

"She's not by herself." Lucy said. "Some of her school friends must be with her at least part of the way."

Susan sat on the train looking out the window. She was on her way home again. It was the first time she'd been home since Peter's disappearance.

"Phyllis?"

Oh no. Susan rolled her eyes and moaned. It was that boy again.

'That boy' had met her at the train station the day She and her siblings left for the professor's house to escape the air raids. She'd snubbed him and given herself a face name. Aka, 'Phyllis'. And hadn't seen or thought of him since. And now, here he was...great, just great.

"Can I sit here?" The boy asked glancing at the seat next to her.

No. Susan thought wishing he'd go away. But she didn't say anything out loud she just nodded, took her notebooks off the seat, and turned her body away so she could look out the window and hopefully avoid actually having to talk to 'That boy'.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with him per say. He wasn't horrible looking and he had a friendly demeanor but Susan simply wasn't interested in him. Not to be friends and certainly, not to be anything else.

"Your name isn't really Phyllis is it?" The boy asked.

Busted! Susan turned to look at him, feeling a little guilty. "No." she confessed. "It's Susan, Susan Pevensie."

"Ah." He smiled at her, not seeming at all offended that she's lied to him about her name. "I'm Charles, Charles Finbar."

"Wait, did you say Finbar?" Susan asked, surprised that his last name was the same as her school's name.

"Yes..." Charles laughed a little. "That's how I knew you weren't really called Phyllis. St. Finbar was my great uncle, my father had the lists of students and the only 'Phyllis' enrolled was nine."

"Sorry, I lied...I just..." Susan tried to apologize.

Charles smiled again. "That's alright. I'm actually flattered."

"Flattered?" Susan asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"Flattered that you took the time to actually make up a fake name instead of telling me to get lost." Charles laughed. "You're the first girl I've ever talked to who's taken the time to do that, it's progress!"

Susan giggled a little at that. "I suppose you'll want to celebrate." She joked.

"Yes, tell everyone I know." Charles went on. "and buy cake."

"Build a statue many stories high." Susan added dryly.

"Out of the cake!" Charles joked.

Susan felt a little nicer towards him now. He was really funny and obviously didn't hold grudges. Maybe she hadn't given him a fair chance before.

"Maybe you know my brother." Susan said a while later when they'd been talking about people they knew at school. "His name's Edmund."

"Edmund Pevensie?" Charles thought it over. "He's in the younger class....right?"

"That's right." Susan said. "I have another brother, Peter, he's about your age, you might have met him...only...you couldn't have." Susan hung her head a little thinking of her older brother whom she missed so deeply.

"Why not?" He asked.

"He's missing." Susan explained as the train came to a stop. She gathered her things. "This is my stop." She turned around and looked back at him before she left. "It was nice talking with you."

"You too." Charles was pretty much beaming. She'd actually talked to him!

Outside the station, Susan looked around for signs of her family.

She noticed a small girl with golden curls running towards her. "Susan!" She called out.

"Hey, Lu!" Susan gave her little sister a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Su." Edmund was standing being her.

"How's the arm?" Susan asked noticing that Edmund still didn't move it properly.

"It's not so bad, honest it's not." Edmund assured her. "it's just a little sore that's all."

"Great to have you back." Mrs. Pevensie gave her daughter a hug before Mr. Pevensie cut in and did the same.

"Hi, dad." Susan said.

"Welcome home, dear."

Two days later, Susan and Lucy sat in the garden. Lucy looked around, took off her shoes and put her feet in the water.

"Lucy!" Susan scolded. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" Lucy asked. "The water's clean."

"I guess so but..." Susan said looking unsure.

"It's almost as clean as the Narnian waters." Lucy commented.

"Lu," Susan said softly. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes." Lucy said noticing the pained look on her sister's face.

"I don't believe in Aslan anymore." Susan confessed unable to look her sister in the eye as she said this.

"Oh, Su!" Lucy gasped, pulling one foot out of the water as she spoke. "You can't mean it."

"Why did he send us back here?" Susan asked softly. "To forget...every day I wake up and Narnia seems more like a dream...I don't want to forget...but it's so hard to...remember. I just wish we had a picture of Narnia...I can't keep it in my mind...I forget..."

"We'll go back someday." Lucy told her. "I just know it, somehow."

"With out Peter?" Susan shook her head. "If we'd never left Narnia, he'd be with us now..."

"He's alive, Susan." Lucy reached for her sister's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Don't you believe that?"

"Sometimes I do." Susan said, tears started to run down her face. "Other times, I think we're never going to see our brother again, that he's gone forever...that's when I think Aslan doesn't love us."

"That's not true." Lucy assured her. "Aslan does love us. It's not like he could just come roaring in and stop the train. This isn't Narnia."

"It's not just Aslan or Narnia, Lu." Susan sighed. "I don't think I believe in anything anymore. I feel so numb all the time. I wish I had your faith."

"What's that?" Lucy saw something moving across the stream at dark green bush. A light being no bigger than a grown-ups thumb with clear glossy wings flew out of the bush and hovered in the air for a moment. It was a fairy.

"What's what?" Susan followed Lucy's gaze and her eyes landed on the bush a second or so after the fairy had left it.

"Susan did you see it?" Lucy gasped breathlessly. "It was a fairy."

"A fairy?" Susan laughed. "Lucy, don't be silly."

"I'm not being silly, Susan, there really is a...look there's more!" Lucy pointed to another bush where three fairies very much like the one she just seen were hovering.

This time Susan saw them. Her eyes widened. "Oh my..."

AN: Should I go on? Want more? Review and tell me what you thought.