A/N: Okay, so this isn't the best stuff I've ever written, but I think it's pretty good, so please R&R. I'm sorry too all who love long chapters, but I am not very good at writing fluff, so it's kind of short. This is my first fanfic so please be nice! Constructive criticism is welcome.

Disclaimer: Much as I would love to own The Chronicles of Narnia, and this awesome song, I don't.

I'll Try

I am not a child now

I can take care of myself

I mustn't let them down now

Mustn't let them see me cry

I'm fine, I'm fine

Susan stood at her window, her eyes gazing off into space. She was still bitter about the argument a few days before with Peter. He seemed to think she was still just a little kid that needed protecting. Well, she thought, I'm not! Why can't he see that? Why can't all of them just leave me alone!

The argument had been about Narnia, that silly game they had all played a few years before, where they were kings and queens, ruling over a wondrous land. All Susan's siblings had been shocked a few months ago when they had mentioned Narnia, and she had scoffed at them for being childish. It still pained Susan to remember how Lucy had burst out in tears, and Edmund's eyes had filled with shock and betrayal, mirroring Peter's.

It made no sense why they should feel that way, why they should believe the stories they had made up as children. Of course it was all made up; they had been stuck in the middle of a war, sent away from home, and in need of some fantasy to cling to. It was perfectly logical to Susan, but her other siblings hadn't known what to think when she voiced these thoughts.

Tearing her eyes away from the window, Susan turned and walked towards her bed, wiping the moisture from her eyes as she went. It's such a silly thing to argue about. I wish we could all just be a happy family again, without them trying to convince me of fairy-tales. She let a tear escape. I want my siblings back. I want to be the way we were. I want them to understand.

Susan pulled the covers of the bed back, slipping between the sheets. As she shifted to find a more comfortable position, she glanced at the picture of her family that she had placed beside her bed. They beamed back at her, welcoming and joyous expressions on their faces. She hadn't seen her siblings happy in several months, since the arguments began. An old hurt stirred inside her, rising up and leaking out of her eyes in the form of teardrops. Suddenly, she felt a need to see them smile again. She would do anything for them.

She decided that she would call them tomorrow and apologize. She still couldn't believe in Narnia, but she would stop arguing about it. She'd make plans to meet up with all of them and they could be happy again, the way a family was supposed to be.

The last thing she saw before drifting to sleep was the smiling faces of her siblings, rushing up to hug her.

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Caspian stood in front of the old tree that served as a reminder of all he had lost a few years before. It was the third anniversary of the departure of the Kings and Queens of old. They had appeared in his time of need and helped to overthrow Miraz, bringing peace to Narnia once more. He knew he would never be able to repay them, and he also knew he would try as hard as he could if he ever saw them again.

He missed them terribly, more than he would admit to anyone, including himself. He would even be glad to see Peter again, though they had never truly gotten along. Both were natural born leaders, and always competing in some unknown game, for an unknown prize.

Caspian would be very happy to see Edmund again as well. He was a very attentive person, and therefore noticed things others wouldn't. Edmund had always been a clear ally in Caspian's mind, and a good friend, despite Caspian's quarrels with the previous High King.

Lucy was the type of person who anyone would want to see again. She was the closest thing Caspian had ever had to a sister, though he had only known her for a short time. She was a very happy person, and Caspian was glad that Aslan had promised that at least Edmund and Lucy would one day return to Narnia, though the same could not be said for Peter and Susan.

Susan. She was the one Caspian missed the most. The memory of her kiss had haunted him for the past three years. He knew he would never feel the same way about any other girl, no matter how long he lived. She had taken a piece of his heart back to Earth with her, and he hoped she knew it.

The Kings and Queens of old were the only friends Caspian had ever had, aside from his professor. And they were gone. But standing here, by the place they disappeared from Narnia, he felt closer to them, more connected to the world where they lived.

Heaving a sigh, Caspian turned away from the tree and headed back to the castle. As he walked, he heard a soft sound, like footsteps crunching in a light wind. He pivoted, and froze in shock. The Pevensies were stepping out of the gap in the tree, the same place where they had left this world. One by one, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy returned to Narnia once again.