A/N: This is inspired by the deleted scene from the LWW movie on the train where Lucy gives her stuffed dog to Edmund.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Lucy looked over at her brother Edmund. A scowl on his face. Furrowed brow. Clenched fists. All the signs of an angry brother not to be bothered, except his eyes. Edmund's eyes, clouded with feelings of betrayal and grief, betrayed him as the sad, young boy he truly was.

Lucy, seeing Edmund in this state, wanted to go comfort him. Unsure how to go about it, she clutched her stuffed bear tighter, thinking about how others had comforted her. And all of a sudden, it came to her. Of course, it was obvious! She would use Teddy, her stuffed dog, to make Ed feel better. Teddy always made her feel better. In fact, she remembered the day when she had first gotten Teddy…

It had been her father's last day at home. When it had finally come time for him to leave, he had given each of his children a special goodbye speech.

He had turned to Lucy last, kneeling down to her height.

"Lucy, my little Lucy. I love you so much and I'll miss you even more. Always remember this, and please don't be too sad about my leaving. I hate it when you're sad. The whole family loves your smiles. Soon the war will be over, and I'll be back before you know it. But while I'm gone, I want you to be my brave little girl."

"Yes, Daddy," Lucy had thrown her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could, trying to hold back her tears, trying to be brave like he wanted.

Before she knew it, he had left and her mother was telling her, "Time for bed, Lucy."

Lucy had run upstairs to the room she shared with Susan, and curled up in her bed.

Then, the tears she had been holding back, had come. At first, they came slowly, plopping one after another dampening her sheets, but then they had come faster and faster until she was sobbing into her pillow.

Oh, her father had told her to be brave, and here she was, sobbing.

She heard a knock at the door, and lifting her head, she saw Peter.

"You okay, Lu?" he asked, coming to sit at the edge of her bed. He was concerned about how his baby sister was handling everything.

"No," Lucy had choked out between her sobs. "Da…Da…Daddy's gone." She ceased her sobbing. "And I…I can't even be brave like he wanted me to be." Her eyes filled with tears once again, and her bottom lip trembled dangerously.

"Lucy, wait right here. I have the perfect thing for you," Peter, excited at his new idea, had jumped up from the bed.

He had come rushing back, this time, with a little stuffed dog, in his hands.

"See this fellow, Lu?" Peter held the dog up, and Lucy, still sniffling, nodded. Peter continued, "Well, Dad gave him to me when I was little. I had been really scared of the dark and he gave Teddy here to me, told me that whenever I was scared, that Teddy would make me feel brave."

Lucy, eyes wide from surprise, said. "Peter, you were scared? But you're always so brave."

"Everyone gets scared, Lu, but, see Teddy helped me be brave. Now I don't need him anymore to feel brave. I think he'd like a new home with you," Peter told her warmly, handing her the dog.

Lucy had grabbed Teddy and tightly hugged him.

"Now it's time for a certain brave little girl to go to sleep," Peter had said, pretending to be serious and stern. He had tucked her in and dropped a kiss on top of her head. "Night, Lu," he had said as he left the room, smiling when he noticed she was still hugging Teddy tightly.

And so, Teddy had stayed, in her arms, ever since. But now, looking at Edmund, Lucy decided that she no longer needed Teddy either. It was time for him to find a new home, with Edmund.

She offered it to him, nodding her eager face in encouragement. He had took Teddy, by the foot, looking at him, with a hint of distaste. Lucy's face fell when she saw him hand over to a scared looking little boy sitting across from him.

She had given away her most prized possession to Edmund, and he had given it away like it was nothing, but Lucy's face softened when she saw a flicker of a smile across the little boy's face as he hugged his new friend Teddy.

The little boy needed Teddy more than any of them. That's where her Dad would have wanted him to end up. Lucy had decided. Edmund didn't need Teddy at all. And neither, realized Lucy, did she.

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