I got the title and the begging of the description from Greg Laswell's song Comes and Goes. These glorious charcters are not mine, they belong to CS Lewis. Enjoy the story kiddies!
It had been five year since Lucy Pevensie was in Narnia. Five years since she was told, that she could never return. Her older siblings, Susan and Peter who had been told the same thing nearly seven years previous,
were getting on with their lives. Susan more so, she had abandoned Narnia. She claimed it was a game. Peter however, longed to return and Edmund felt much the same. Eustace was the one that felt sure he would
be able to return, what with the other's having had return trips. Lucy missed everything about Narnia. She missed the feeling of magic in the air, the strong feeling of belonging there. The sun didn't feel right in
England, it didn't warm her skin as it had on the deck of the Dawn Treader. Out of all the things see missed there was one face she longed to see more than any other: Caspian. Thoughts of him made her bones rattle
and her heart break. At the time of their good bye she felt only the sting of saying goodbye to a friend, but as the years ticked on she realized it was something more than that. It had been his company she most
craved when they were aboard the Dawn Treader, he had been the one she turned to for comfort. She was wracked with heart break, thinking that if she had only realized her feelings sooner perhaps Aslan would
have let her stay. Now she was convinced that Narnia had a Queen Caspian having married Ramandu's daughter. Who could resist a true star child? Of course Caspian would have picked her, over Lucy. He had been
enthralled with Susan when they had first met. It was a moot point any way, Caspian was in Narnia and Lucy was once again trapped in her world, with no hope of return. She was now twenty. The baby fat had long
since melted away and she found herself feeling as pretty as her sister. Lucy's demeanor however was still as it always was. Calm, even tempered and friendly to any and all. Susan, since moving to America cared for
nothing other than lipstick and boys and cocktail parties. Peter was still studying aboard but he wrote to Lucy fairly often. Edmund had joined the army, Lucy wasn't worried with this turn of events since the war had
ended. Lucy was staying with Eustace's family still. She had been working at the near by library for the past two years. She was captivated by it, reminder her simultaneously of the Professor's house in the county
where she had discovered the infamous wardrobe and the Magician's island mansion. She adored getting lost in the nearly endless stacks while putting books away. There was magic in the very air of that place. The
heady earthy scent of the aging books an elixir that eased her broken heart. It brought her back to her senses. For so long Lucy and her siblings had lived the strange paradox of having lived an adult life for nearly 16
years and then to be thrust back into being children, and now their second coming of age was turning out far different. Aslan had said that Lucy could find him in her world. She had looked but not whole heartily, the
growing resentment was like an open wound. Lucy felt that if she were to find Aslan with the way she had been feeling lately, she would give the lion a piece of her mind. She would let lose a roar of epic proportions
and demand explanations, and bargain and beg and plead and cry and beg some more if he would let her return to Caspian. She was giving up on even pretending that she missed anything else. There was nothing in
her world or his world, of Aslan country that she wanted to see more than Caspian's face. She wanted to see him smile at her, see the sun catch in his hair, and watch his eyes brighten in delight at the simplest
things. She want to feel his strong arms embracing her and smell the salty, spicy masculine scent that was all Caspian. But of course she hadn't really attempted to find the one being who could possibly allow her
this. Lucy slammed the book she was holding into its place on the shelf in pure frustration. She looked around guilty at the loud sound she had made in the nearly silent library. She finished the rest of her work and
made her way to her favorite part of the library. It was towards the back of the enormous building. There was a wrought iron circler stair case that went up five floors. At the top was a room that housed the library's
oldest and rarest books. The room had high floor to ceiling stained glass windows. Hung between each window were rich velvet tapestries. The middle of the room was littered with plush red sofas and arm chairs. The
floor nearly squashy under ones feet with soft carpets. It was a place to feel safe and hide in a book or in one's thoughts. Lucy found herself here every day when she had finished her work. She sat in her favorite
chair. It faced the windows where she could look out and see the ocean. This view was part of what made this spot the only one in her world in which she felt truly close to Narnia. She always made sure her work was
finished and she was perched in her chair in time for sunset. Lucy had convinced herself that sunset was the only time in which she was looking at the same sky as Caspian. They had watched so many sunsets
together. She sat there watching the sky darken and the clouds change color, the sun sinking deeper into the waves. She long to be on the deck of the Dawn Treader with Caspian leaning causally on the rail next to
her. Lucy closed her eyes to stop her tears as the final beam of sunlight disappeared. She spoke for the 1st in five years to Aslan, as she once had.
"Aslan, I don't belong here. I want to go home, to Narnia. To Caspian. It is of no matter what context I have in his life, I only wish to go home."
Lucy kept her eyes closed and controlled her breathing. She slowly relaxed, trying to let go of her resentment and hurt caused by being forced away from the one place she truly thought of as home. She was
exhausted. Completely tired of fighting, of begging, she simply just wanted to rest. Lucy lay her head on the arm of her chair, tears rolling off her face. She felt as though she had nothing left, just raw unadulterated,
emotion.
"Lucy," whispered a haunting voice that she had not heard in five years.
Her eyes snapped opened and Lucy found herself once again on the strip of sand at the end of the world, the perpetual wave circling behind her. Aslan was standing there. Lucy did not run to him as she once would
have. She would have buried her hands in his soft mane without hesitation. Things between the two of them had changed. Lucy found herself saddened by this, there was still however too much disappointment and
hurt left for her to forgive the lion.
"Are you angry with me dear heart?" Aslan asked walking closer to her.
Lucy's heart constricted painfully. "Yes, I am."
"Do you truly believe that I had exiled you to your own world?" Aslan sat calming right in front of her.
"Not exiled, just misinformed." Lucy spoke with a sigh. "I am exhausted Aslan. I do longer belong in my world. Too much has happened for me to simply go back to the everyday of this life. I want to go home."
"What of Caspian, dear one?"
"I love him." Lucy stated without preamble or ego. It was simply the truth.
"In what capacity?" Aslan probed.
"I would love him as man and wife if given the chance. I would love him as my king, as my friend or as my brother. I have loved him from afar since returning here. I only wish to be a part of his life. In whatever
capacity I am allowed. Not a distant memory or and ancient sovereign." Lucy finished angrily.
"And if I refuse your return?" Aslan asked standing once more.
"Then I will continue as I am." Lucy said sadly. "I will remain adrift and alone."
Perhaps in the past she would have spared Aslan the absolute bitter truth of her feelings, but no more.
"You will never return to your world if granted this." Aslan informed her with a growl. "Your family?"
"My family knows of my desire to return. They know of my love for Caspian." Lucy informed him.
Her agitation again breaking through. Aslan growled slightly louder. Lucy rubbed her face with her hands, gathering her thoughts.
"I am heart broken, Aslan. This is nothing in this world that will heal the wound. I beg you to send me home. Let me look upon the face I have longed to see."
Lucy dropped to her knees in front of Aslan. She allowed the full truth of her loneliness break across her face. It seemed to her that even the Great Lion was taken aback by her pain. The breeze caught her tears as
Lucy tilted her head back to look at the vanilla sky above her instead she found herself looking up at the ceiling of the library with a terrible crick in her neck. It had been a dream. A glorious and terrible dream. There
was nothing left of Lucy Pevensie's heart except for a cold, empty, burning hole. She dragged herself from the chair and began to trudge towards the stair. She glanced up at the stained glass needing to see
something other than flashes of her dream. At first she only saw what she expected to see, the mostly red and blue stained glass of an open book. She was then forced to take a second look, for that was clearly not
what she had seen. It was a very familiar scene. It something that had been imprinted upon her very soul, since the very moment it had happened. The outline of the glass was done in green and showed joyous
looking dryads and satyrs. The center was simple white glass with a few dark pine trees in the corners. The middle of this was of a small girl looking up at a lamp post in the middle of a forest. It was stained glass of
her. Lucy made a slightly strangled noise and tried to breathe. She was in Narnia, without a doubt.
"Lucy?" came a shocked question from behind her.
Lucy turned and clamped eyes on Coriakin, The Magician. She felt her legs collapse underneath her. She was home, it was then that the laughter started. Lucy laughed in relief, in hope, she finally felt the need to
really laugh for the first time in five years.
"Lucy dear girl, how did you get here?" Coriakin asked her as he helped Lucy to her feet.
It was now that the magician noticed how different she looked. Older, clearly older but more beautiful. The young girl he had seen before nearly erased.
"Aslan sent me back." Lucy told him feeling slightly surprised by his previous statement. "How long have I been gone?"
"Why the Dawn Treader set sail east not more than five days ago."
Lucy spluttered. This of course meant that The Dawn Treader had already made it to the end of the world. They would most likely on Ramandu's island. They would be headed this way soon on the return to Cair
Paravel. The mirth again bubbled up. She had to sit in a nearby chair to stop.
"Well Coriakin I can tell you on very good authority that the Dawn Treader made it successfully to the Utter East." In fact I would not surprised in the slightest if they arrive her very soon. It's good to be back. " Lucy
said with a sigh.
"How long have you been gone Lucy?" Coriakin asked again noticing the changes in his young friend.
"I have been in my world for five years. Aslan has allowed me this final return."
The stunned magician seemed processing all this very well, until he collapsed into a chair. Lucy shook her head and laughed softly. She stood and walked to the window. She overlooked the land of the Dufflepuds,
who she could see hoping on their one foot across the lawn. She could hear a thumping coming up the stairs. She turned to see two Dufflepuds hoping into the room, which she now recognized as the library were she
had found the Book of Incantations. As a library worker she felt rather guilty having torn out and then destroyed a page of that particular book. The Dufflepuds looked from Lucy to the uncurious magician in the chair.
"Murder!" they shouted and began to hop wildly around the room. "She's murdered the Oppressor!"
"I have not!" Lucy defended herself vehemently. "He's merely fainted!"
"Nope clearly murder!" One of them shouted hoping out of the room.
"To arms gents!" shouted the second one following his companion from the room.
"Oh bloody hell," Lucy said dropping her shaking head into a hand.
"That's no way for a lady to speak." Coriakin laughed.
He had awoken from the racket the Dufflepuds had made. The two made their way down stairs where they met an army of Dufflepuds. The two who had hopped away came back with five more of their friends.
"Murderer!" They chanted at Lucy. Then they took sight of Coriakin. "Oppressor! There is a ship!"
"I'd say their coming to continue the oppression!" One called out from the back.
"Seems your friends have returned." Coriakin said smiling to Lucy. "Lucy?"
Lucy had taken off running as soon as the word 'ship' was mentioned. She kicked off her oxford shoes as she ran they were cumbersome and slipping in the manicured grass. She raced the wind to reach the beach.
She saw the beauty that was the Dawn Treader anchored of the coast. She saw a long boat being lowered, and a first one already making land. Many of the crew she recognized but she saw not the face she longed
for. She saw him as he jumped from the long boat and looked around. Caspian looked exactly the same. Lucy knew full well that while it had been five years for her, for Caspian it had only been over a week. Her eyes
hungrily raked over his face. The beard seemed slightly thicker and there seemed to be a light missing from his eyes. It was at this moment that Caspian looked up in Lucy's direction. She saw him look, shake his
head and look again. Lucy smiled hoping that he would recognize her. The look on Caspian's face was priceless. He looked both confused and very happy. He took off running towards her just as Lucy did the same.
When they met on the sand Caspian had stopped running to gather a still running Lucy in his arms. He countered her momentum by swinging her up and around in a circle. Lucy was both crying and laughing and
gripping Caspian shoulders like a life line. He had stopped spinning to look at her. Caspian looked awed. The light that had seemed to be missing was back ten fold.
"You look different," Caspian said, at last noticing.
Lucy laughed. "I have been gone for five years Caspian. Aslan let me come home."
Caspian whooped loudly and began swinging Lucy around in the air again. Lucy was laughing finally feeling free. She had found Caspian again. He plopped her back on the sand the get a better look at her. She was
beautiful Caspian thought. The young girl he had said a painful farewell to not a week ago, had been replaced by with his dream. He had long been drawn to Lucy. When they had first met she was a wonderful friend
he had been quite taken with Susan but latter retrospection had made the young King realize the if Lucy had been of age he would have been far more interested in her. When Lucy had been sailing with them, he
knew that if Lucy had been just a little older and had been able to stay he would have asked for her hand. She was returned and she was five years older. He pulled Lucy into his arms wrapping her tightly, afraid she
would disappear. He felt Lucy's arms automatically come up around his shoulders, her head buried in the crook of his neck. She subtlety inhaled Caspian's scent. How she had missed him, her memories had truly not
done Narina's King justice. Lucy felt as though the missing piece of her very soul had clicked back into place. Caspian's grip on her became slightly tighter
"I shall not let you leave again," he whispered fiercely and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
Lucy smiled and held on tighter herself. "I never wished to leave in the first place. I am here to stay." she whispered back.
Caspian stepped back a tiny bit and tilted Lucy's chin up to look at him. Her bright blue eyes locked onto his dark brown. Without a thought he pressed his lips gently to Lucy's. Her mind was suddenly wiped clean of
all thoughts except her love for Caspian. Her eyes slid shut. This moment had been a dream, a fleeting hope of a barely possible possibility. She moved her lips in time with Caspian slightly more expressive ones.
Sweet, soft and lovely were the adjectives that popped her mind like bubbles. When Caspian pulled back for air Lucy's eyes remained closed. She felt his forehead rest on hers and Lucy opened her eyes.
She saw herself reflected back in deep pools of black. There was a smile smirk playing across the young King's lips.
"I would have you never leave my side. To be no longer separated by circumstance, decorum, etiquette, or time."
"Are you asking to court me Caspian?" Lucy asked rather breathlessly.
She was actually surprised at her ability to be coy and form a coherent sentence considering the circumstances. Caspian reached up and held her face gently in his hands.
"I will court you, love you and make you my queen. I would love you in this world, in Aslan's country or in any other world."
Lucy stood on her tip toes to press a kiss of her own to Caspian's lips.
"I love you," she whispered as the kiss ended.
"As I love you my valiant queen."
I could not get that story out of my head. It was rattling around up there for days. For now this is a one shot. i may add more some time later if the insperation hits. I hope you guys liked this though! thank for reading! Reviews are VERY welcome!