Six in the Mornin' on a Blue, Blue Saturday

A/N: Hello, friends! I just decided to write this as a small, um, what's-the-word…. filler or something, just so I could get back into the writing mood because I'm a bit exhausted from all that hard work I've been doing due to working on my other story "Why the World Is Going Mad According to Lucy"… argh, I hope you don't mind. And the problem is, I've lost my USB, so I won't be uploading another chapter for a while. Oh dear, oh dear. I hate myself right now. Urghhh… Anyway, here's a new one! Bon appétit, mes amis.

Synopsis –

Every Saturday, Lucy Pevensie takes a shower. She makes sure that she locks the door before turning the shower on and stepping into it. She spends 20 minutes in the shower, being careful not to slip when she steps out and snatches her robe off the hook. She dries herself, gets changed and unlocks the door. So on one particular Saturday, she says to herself, "Just like every other Saturday, the same old routine, the same old things, the same old people, nothing will ever change." Or so she thinks…

Part 1 – This is My Saturday Routine, So Get Your Own!

The. Alarm. Clock. Is. Ringing. THE. ALARM. CLOCK. IS. RINGING. THEEE. ALARRRM. CLOO- FOR GOD'S SAKE, THE FUDGING ALARM CLOCK IS RINGING! TURN IT OFF!

Argh. So this is what happens every Saturday: alarm goes off (don't make me remind you again! Damn it.), curtains are opened, clothes are picked out, bed is made, and room is cleaned. Then head for the bathroom, quiet as a mouse, and take a 45 minute shower. Get out, dried, changed and make way to the kitchen downstairs. Prepare breakfast for Mum and whoever else is in the house. Sit down and eat own breakfast. Wait for the clock to go off again at seven-thirty. Listen as the rest of the family starts trampling down the stairs. If everyone's not up, invade rooms and pour a bucket of cold water over them (refreshing start to the day, eh?). Watch and listen as they chatter at the table. Then do whatever the heck is supposed to be done. This is what happens every Saturday. Argh.

At six in the morning, as usual the house was quiet as Lucy stepped out of her room and closed the door, hearing a satisfying click as it shut behind her. She was wearing nothing but a robe and wrapped up in her arms, she had a change of clothes and for no reason whatsoever, a soft cuddly giraffe. Lucy sighed as she made her way towards the bathroom, reaching in to flick the switch on and once the room was lit, she looked back, placed her cuddly giraffe on a spot on the floor in front of the door, and then tiptoed in gently. Once locking the door, she blew out loudly, and was surprised to even think that she had been holding her breath the whole way. 'Why now?' she thought. 'I've done this so many times. There's nothing to be afraid of. Why now?'

Slowly, carefully, Lucy took off her robe, hung it on the hook behind the door and reached over into the shower, turning the water on. A trickle of water drizzled out of the nozzle, and then all at once, the water came spurting out. Testing it with her palm, alternating between the hot and cold switch, Lucy smiled to herself. She had done this so many times, she knew exactly which switch to press and how many times she could almost prepare the shower blindfolded. After a while, when the water felt just right, she slipped out of the temporary skin, and into the shower, into a new skin.

The heat shocked her at first, but as time passed, Lucy began to relax. Closing her eyes, it allowed her to focus. The door was locked, so nobody would be able to disturb her unless they knocked. She was sure it would be a while before anyone else would get up, but her mind abandoned all thoughts as she began to wash her hair and her body. Humming a tune, she opened her eyes and saw how the sky was turning a lighter blue as the day approached, not as soothing as the Prussian blue sky earlier, but it was a beautiful shade nonetheless. Lucy closed her eyes and showered for another ten minutes ("Five minutes longer than I usually shower! No time, no time…" she muttered, but then dismissed the thought), treasuring the warm water. After the ten minutes were up, she opened her eyes and sighed loudly, turning the water off. Stepping out of the shower and onto the mat, Lucy suddenly stood still for a couple of seconds. There was a noise, yes; a footfall, just outside the door. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh and she held her breath. A moment passed and Lucy relaxed again, starting to reach for her robe. She couldn't help but catch sight of herself in the mirror. Her figure startled her; for a fifteen year old, she felt quite tall, but to her siblings, she was probably still the smallest out of them. Being tall made her feel confident, like she could do or say anything she wanted and not get told off. But she knew it was wrong for her to be so proud in that way and shrugged off the feeling. Lucy then focused on her hair; the way broke out in curls down to her shoulders. She thought it looked quite nice, and smiled a small smile. And everything else…she didn't like the way everything else looked. It didn't feel…like her. This new shape, this new person, it scared her a bit. But then again, Susan would always be the prettier one. 'Why do you always feel the need to think that!' Lucy's mind protested suddenly. 'Way to ruin the moment. I actually felt pretty happy with myself right now…'

Turning back to face the door, she began to tiptoe to reach for her robe when out of nowhere, the door opened loudly and she lost control of gravity, feeling nothing except shock and the hard floor coming up to meet her suddenly. "Ah!" she cried out, her sudden instinct making it clear that she had to grab something to bring gravity under her control before she got any serious injuries. There was another loud cry but she noticed that it sounded deep. Oh, surely not? 'Please, please, let it not be him…oh, for Christ's sake, please!' Lucy hissed to herself, covering herself with her arms and sitting in the crouched position on the floor, her back throbbing with the pain. Now she was going crazy…