(A/N) Love Stephen Lawhead books. I was so surprised he didn't have his own category!! So I decided to write him a fanfic.

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Lewis's head was caressed lightly in Susan's arms as he sobbed silently. Susan knew what he had gone through. He had told her everything. About loss of his beloved wife and unborn child, his best friends, his kingdom; his people. He was dead to them and there was nothing he could do to tell them he was still alive. He couldn't ensure their happiness or safety like he so longed to.

Lewis jerked his head up suddenly and ran to the coat rack. They were in the dorm room he once shared with that snake Simon. Lewis slipped into his suede jacket, which seemed to not fit very well over his broad muscular form. He swung open the door and slammed it shut behind him without a word of explanation to Susan.

Susan soon shook out of her state of shock and hastily grabbed her coat and followed after him.

"Where are you going?" Susan demanded.

"I'm going to Nettles office." Lewis shouted over his shoulder in cold defiance.

"How are you going to get there, hm?" Susan shouted back. She despised when people took her so lightly. Like Simon did. "Are you going to walk?" she continued her voice rising and echoing down the spiral of stair flights, "You don't have a car! Are you going to take a cab? 'Cause you don't have any money, remember?" After no answer she cried at his back as she was inching closer to the strutting man in front of her, "Lewis! Listen to me! Let me help you!"

Abruptly Lewis pivoted on his heels and looked down at Susan who had lost her balanced and almost stumbled into him.

"Please, Susannah." His words dripped with sorrow and sincerity, "My name is Llew. It is not Lewis." Then he turned into the parking garage that lied underneath the building. He quickly found Susan's maroon Lexus and stood by the passenger door. "And yes, I would appreciate your help."

Susan nodded gravely and the both climbed into the car and drove off. Within ten minutes they were back in the stuffy and seemingly endless mess of Nettles former study.

Llew examined the room with a keen eye before he began ripping apart the bookshelves, flipping through the bountiful amount of books. Dust flew up, thickly permeating the air with a distasteful veneer. Susan ended up fighting off a coughing fit while Llew furiously continued his literature crusade.

"Lewis!" Susan wheezed, "I mean Llew! What are you…" she was cut off by a coughing fit but she managed an audible "looking…for?" between hacks.

"I need to find a way back!" Llew howled. Then he collapsed to the floor with defeat. His mighty shoulders slumped as he started to weep. "I won't ever get back, will I?" he said more to himself than to his concerned companion.

Susan went over to squat by Llew. She opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again knowing that no amount comforting words would help his bleeding heart. Instead she just knelt there and slipped an arm around his shoulders and cradled him into warm embrace. She stroked her fingers through his ruffled pale brown hair in a soothing continuous routine.

"You smell like…her." Llew whispered after his sobs had quieted down. "I will never forget it. The smell of honeyed mead laced into her warm breath. Her body radiated with the scent of lilac water and…" he trailed off into a broken sob.

"Shhh," Susan cooed gently. "Savor your memories" She hugged him tighter and soon she realized that her own tears were lightly falling on her friend's quivering shoulder.

Oh Lord, she prayed, please help my friend's broken heart. Mend it so that he will learn to love again. Amen.

"To whom were you praying to?" Llew asked with soft curiosity.

Susan's reverie shattered at the sound of his voice. She had not realized she had been praying aloud. "I-I" she stammered as she searched for the words to say, " was praying to a man."

"A man? But men are sinful. They could not answer such a prayer."

"Well it wasn't just any man. The man I prayed to is the Son of the only God. The scar of sin is not branded across his heart for he has not done wrong."

"And what is his name?" Llew retorted.

"Jesus."

Llew was silent then. There in the back of his mind was a memory of the story of Jesus. The man of no sins had died for those who had sinned, who were sinning, and who would sin.

"I would like to go home now." Llew said softly in a low tone.

"Alright." Susan replied simply. She rallied up her keys and they solemnly left the tiny apartment and clambered back into her car.

They reached Llew's apartment and entered in silence. Llew flopped down at the small kitchen table and buried his head into his crossed arms.

"Llew," Susan said in her most concerned tone, "would you like me to spend the night?"

"Do what you'd like. I don't care." Came Llew's muffled reply.

"Alright, then I'm staying!" Susan riposted trying to add a lighter mood, "God knows, you might try to cook something and then next thing you know the whole building will be in flames!" Her little just did nothing to lighten Llew's sour mood, so she sent him to his bed. She could not believe he actually went at her command just like a little child, without so much as a challenge or complaint.

Susan sank to the sofa and let out a deep sigh. He's going to be tough to get through to, she thought to herself. But before she could finish her train of thought she had nodded of to sleep.

(A/N) So how did ya like it? More coming along as soon as I get some reviews! Constructive criticism welcome!!