Author's Note: Okay, this little story popped into my head while listening to the LP single version of Evan and Jaron's song "The Distance" and simply would not leave me alone. I realize that most people interpret this song as a love song between a boyfriend and girlfriend but the lyrics are actually pretty ambiguous so for the purpose of this story, this song is more about love in general. This is my first attempt at a CoN story so bear with me and please review but be gentle. This story is basically about Susan after the end of The Last Battle as she remembers her family and friends and Narnia and Aslan after everyone she cares about has perished and gone to Aslan's country. Also, for the purposes of this story, I am basing my Susan off of the character as played by Anna Popplewell in the film series of CoN because I thought she was perfect as Susan.

Disclaimers: Anything that is recognized is not mine. This is written from a complete love of the stories in the Chronicles of Narnia and no profit is being made and copyright infringement is not intended.

Spoilers: None as this takes place after any of the books and is just my interpretation of Susan as an adult. However, it is helpful to know what is in the stories or it may be a little confusing, particularly the Last Battle.

Susan POV

It had been a year. Well, to be more specific, it had been a year, three days, 14 hours, 6 minutes and 24 seconds since my life had been irrevocably changed. Sure, I still woke up in the morning, got out of bed, went to work at the publishing house I had been working at for two years. I still wore the fashionable work clothes and put my hair up and did my makeup. However, none of it held the same meaning I had thought it used to so when I got home to the little flat I rented at the end of the night, I washed the makeup off, pulled off the fancy clothes and threw on something much less "fashionable" and curled up onto one end of the couch and cried. I had done this every night since I had gotten the news of my family's death. Everyone of them, my parents and my siblings had perished in a train accident outside of London. The officer at the door had apologized profusely for my loss and I had nodded woodenly before shutting the door in his face and crumpling to the floor against it, my sobs shaking my entire body as each name circled around my brain, Mum, Dad, Peter, Edmund, Lucy along with the one word I couldn't believe DEAD. I had gone through the motions of standing next to Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold at the funeral and listening to the well wishes that came my way but none of those people knew what I knew.

'This is wrong. They shouldn't be in the ground like that. There is still so much they wanted to do. Peter was supposed to become a doctor and change the world, Ed so desperately wanted to see the rest of the world and Lucy….there was so much she should have been able to achieve' I thought angrily as I wiped away the tears that escaped my eyes.

I felt a slight tug on my arm and I looked up from the graves of my siblings, cousin, parents and friends to see Uncle Harold looking at me sadly.

"We have to get back to the house Susan," he said.

I turned back to the graves where the dirt was still fresh over the boxes holding the bodies of my loved ones and I shook my head.

"You go ahead. I want to stay a moment and pay my last respects," I said softly.

Both my aunt and uncle nodded and turned to leave me alone. I waited until I was sure that they were gone before I knelt on the damp earth, not caring whether my nice clothes got muddy. It hardly seemed important anymore anyway. Everything felt that way with them gone. I didn't speak, I just stayed kneeling beside their graves and crying silently as the rain that had started to fall mixed with the tears on my cheeks. After another minute of sitting there letting the rain soak me, I finally got up off my knees and made my way out of the graveyard and started the short walk back to my little flat, receiving some very odd looks from passersby but I didn't care anymore.

"Susan, come on. It's beautiful here and we've been waiting for you forever," Lucy said, her voice ringing with laughter as she twirled around in the sunlight that bathed everything in the beautiful field we were standing in.

I stood there in shock, staring at her. She looked absolutely beautiful, so radiant as if the sun was coming off of her rather than coming out of the sky.

"Lucy, you know that Susan can't keep up. She needs at least a two minute head start," I heard Edmund's teasing voice behind me.

I whirled around to see both him and Peter running toward where Lucy and I were standing.

"It's not possible," I said softly, more to myself than any of them as I looked at all of them in shock.

They all looked so happy and completely carefree, almost like they did when we grew up the first time in Narnia.

'No Susan, that was just a silly game you all played as children when Mother sent you away from the war,' the logical side of my brain screamed.

"Susan, come on. What's wrong?" Lucy asked, coming over and taking my hand.

I gasped in shock when I felt how real she felt to me and I couldn't help the sob that came out.

"No, you….you're all…." I said, pulling my hand away from her and backing away from the three of them, beautiful as angels and all smiling at me as if they were waiting for me to come home to them.

My eyes snapped open as I sat bolt upright in the bed, tears streaming down my face as I gasped in breath. I flipped on the little lamp on the bedside lamp and looked around the little bedroom that I slept in. My eyes darted around, looking for any trigger that would have caused the apparitions or dream or whatever it had been. They finally settled on a picture of myself and my siblings that mother had taken after we had come back from Narnia the second time, well, the last for Peter and I. Again, my brain logically rejected Narnia as a childhood game as it had been doing for years. I sighed and threw the blankets off my body, going over and putting the picture facedown on the little vanity table in the corner of the room before climbing back into bed and flipping off the light again. I sighed as I closed my eyes once again, hoping that I would have a dreamless rest of the night.

Okay, there it is, chapter 1 of my version of Susan. Hopefully it wasn't too OOC and you enjoyed it. Let me know in a review. I appreciate every one that I do get and they help to make me a better writer. :)