Hey,

This is a complete new story by my hand. This is a Crossover between Narnia and the Dollhouse. I wanted to write something. I did write Susan a bit negative. I jus t imagined Susan being this kind of person when she's said. This fit's the movie, and not the book. In my fiction Peter is 19 and ready for college, Susan is 17, Edmund I imagine is about 14. And Lucy there for is 12.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dollhouse or Narnia. Not the characters or the storylines. If I did own Dollhouse, Whiskey and November would get more screen time. If I owned Narnia, Susan would be in the third movie And in Narnia.

I hope you enjoy this,

Please review this,

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-What is going to happen,

A lot of reviews make me more creative:p

TempeGeller

1. A good idea

Her eyes couldn't stop crying, leaving Narnia was the hardest thing she ever had to do. And it wouldn't get any easier. She left Prince Caspian there, he could have been the one. Her soul mate, that Mr. Right. Yet everyone down here in London looked so damn upright. Compared to him. He was handsome, sweet and he made her laugh. He had brown hair, that was curly and amazing brown eyes. She could stare all night in those beautiful eyes. And she wouldn't get bored of it. Right now she would kill to be with him. To be in his arms once more again. That is why she was sad. Her heart was broken in a million pieces. And it felt like she would never ever love again.

Lucy knew her sister was hurting. She knew everything that her sister was thinking. It was some kind of psychic connection she shared with her sister. She didn't have that with either Edmund or Peter. Susan was her big sister, the one she looked up to. The once always wanted to be like. Lucy could hear Susan cry in her room. When everyone was asleep Susan cried her eyes out. When they saw it she pretended to be fine. But Lucy knew that she was just being strong for the rest of them. When they left her home alone, she fell apart. Lucy knew this was not just about Narnia, Susan didn't care that much for Narnia. Not as much as she did anyway. She cared about one person in particular, and it was not Aslan. It was that Prince Caspian X.

She started to doubt Aslans decisions, why couldn't he see the love that was hidden in Susan's eyes? The love she and Caspian shared? Why did she see the thing that the wise lion didn't? Had Aslan made a mistake by not making Susan return to Narnia? Was this infect the beginning of a larger plan? And what was Aslan trying to teach Susan. Was he trying to explain that she should find love in her own world? Or was he not a believer of True love.

Lucy knew that Susan Should have stayed in Narnia. With her love, only Aslan had not agreed. He wouldn't let her stay. He wanted her to leave. Did Aslan want Susan to be in pain. Lucy couldn't believe that. She couldn't, but her sister crying made her change her mind. How could he have missed it?

Was Aslan testing Susan's fate in Narnia, she wanted to help Susan, she wanted to stop the pain. She wanted to take a bit of it, and help her carry the pain. She wanted to do a lot more, she wanted to bring Susan back to Narnia.

Susan cried her eyes out in her Room. She was still falling apart, it had been a week almost, probably a lot more time had passed in Narnia. Susan wanted the pain to stop. Booze would help. It was not like her to have such a dark ideas. It was not like her to drink. But it was also not like her to cry all night in her bed. She did not believe she would ever return to Narnia, the thing she wanted the most. Find her Prince back. She started doubting if Narnia was even real. She tried to think Narnia was all some kind of Nightmare, and nightmares were not reason to cry. Caspian however looked like a beautiful dream, she didn't want to waken up form. A couple of seconds she tried to believe that it was all infect a dream, but her mind couldn't believe it. She knew it was all real. She would never see Prince Caspian X again. Now he was a king, most likely married to a woman that looked like a child of Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer. Way hotter then her. Married to some girl she would hate. A girl she would fight.

She wondered if Aslan had been wrong. It was not hers to doubt him, but she felt she hadn't quiet learned everything what she needed to know/ She was not ready to be okay. Was she ever going to be fine? Was this horrible pain something that was going to haunt her to the end of her days? Or was this feeling just a short term effect of loosing her 'first' love. Or at 'true' enough. How was she going to be 'just' Susan Not Queen Susan the Gentle. She was now a normal high school girl, A 17 year old high school girl, with a future in front of her. Sand all she wanted was to return to yesterday. Why was she focused on her past, when every part of her should be focused on a future, she didn't know. Why couldn't she live it the past she loved, and felt save in. The world was big, and not quiet that gentle.

She didn't want to cry in front of her siblings. She didn't what the rest to know. She knew the wouldn't be able to hear her cry. And in the morning she would just pretend everything was infect okay.

Edmund could still hear his big sister cry. It made him sad, and worried about her. Worried that she would let her pain take over her entire life. He wanted to comfort his big sis, but he had no idea how. Was this all about leaving Narnia? Was Susan that upset about not returning. If Aslan knew, he would let her return. Edmund was sure of it, Aslan was not rude, and he loved Susan. He didn't understand that all this was about Narnia. It seemed that Lucy loved it more, that she was more home in Narnia then Susan had ever been. He knew that she and him would still return. But Peter, his big brother didn't cry either. Was their a thing he was missing?

This was not about Caspian. Susan and Caspian had shared a kiss, but that was it. That was all they had share. There was nothing more. Nothing more happened between those two, that was what Edmund believed. He didn't really understand. He always had a better band with Peter, Peter was his big brother, the one he looked up to. In his mind, Peter was a big hero. He was a great king, and could fight incredible. Susan on the other hand was great with her arrow, but he didn't quiet hang out with her as much as Lucy did. He knew that Lucy knew what was going on with her. He swore, sometimes it looked like those two could read each others minds.

Peter turned to Edmund. He wanted d to ask why Susan was crying. Why his small sister was heard by that bastard. What did that Prince Caspian said to his sister. What did he tell her that made it so impossible for her to forget him. Did he tell her that she was the one, that she was the only one he could imagine being with. He was a 19 year old, that was about to go to college, he didn't want to leave Susan like this. He was about to move to Oxford, and he wanted dot know if Susan would be able to take care of the two other Pevensies. In this state of mind she wouldn't be. He blamed Caspian, for making Susan crazy. For stealing her heart, that wasn't his to steal. To love her, while he knew that she wouldn't be able to stay. In his mind, prince Caspian didn't love Susan. Oh, yeah, it was King Caspian by now, ruler of all that was Narnia. Maybe he should have talked to that little prince. He should have told to stay away. He should have told that Caspian to stay the hell away from his sister. But he didn't. He knew that Susan and Caspian fell in love. And he knew that Caspian, and only Caspian was the reason her heart was shattered in a million pieces.

Lucy ended Susan's room. She got on the bed, and turned. She was facing Susan.

"Go away" That were her exact word. She could make them up, between the many sobs. She heard that Susan tried to quiet the crying. But she couldn't do it. Lucy didn't listen to her sister. She didn't leave, she didn't want to leaver her sister now.

"I miss it too." Lucy said these words like they should be easy. And they kind of were easy. Very easy. "And Caspian, I miss him too. I know why you are crying Su."

The word Caspian, or more his name, made the sobs ever worst. She couldn't keep herself from crying even more, like she was trying to.

"I'm fine Lu" She wanted to turn away from Lucy, but she didn't find the strength. She took her small sister in her arms, and watched her fall asleep.

She couldn't keep this pain away from Lucy. And maybe she couldn't keep it away from anyone. Maybe she had to face her pain. She got up, she left Lucy sleeping. She told her big brother she was going out with some friends. That it could be late. Peter didn't argue with it. She was not meeting friends, at least if you didn't' t count her fake friends, she ran in to on the streets of London. No Susan was normally not the girl to go out at night. She normally would stay home, and read a book. Or do some home work. Or just don't do anything, think about something. She headed for the pub, she needed a drink. Some booze. Bier, That would take the pain away. At least it would take it away for a while. Susan drank her third bier. She started to feel the effect of the light beer on her body. She was not crying anymore, and she started to feel a bit weird. The pain was not gone. She still felt her broken heart in her chest. One more bier would help that, she asked for another bier. She knew that a 17 year old couldn't drink bier, but Berney from the pub didn't bother checking idea. The most people who ordered bier where under aged. The police had never got a hold of him, and Susan was quiet confident that would not happen tonight. And what did it matter, she could pass for a 18 year old he would be 18 in over 10 months. And then she would be able to drink.

"Rough day?" A man next to her was watching her.

"More like a rough life." Susan replied. She tried to act like a mature person. Not her 17 year old self, and not the queen of Narnia. She was talking to a complete stranger, she blamed the booze. The booze made her do this. "Bad break up."

"So what did the poor guy do you?" The man seemed interest in my poor uninteresting life, and he was not that handsome. But then again, nobody looked handsome, if she kept comparing to Prince Caspian. What was she doing?

"Oh I had to leave." Susan replied "And he's married now, I guess. He chose someone over me, cause she was more Royal you know."

"I understand." The man said "He left you with a broken hear, and he's dating a hot other girl now."

"That sounds about right." Susan replied "And he was my. I can't get over him, sometimes I wish I could just forget everything about him. Maybe even my life, it's a mess."

"You want to pain to go away." This man knew exactly was she meant. He knew what she was trying to tell him, and maybe just maybe he knew a way to take the pain away. The booze wouldn't be working forever. she just knew that tomorrow morning she would be feeling like shit. And she was not just talking about a hang over.

"Exactly!" Susan reacted "How?"

"It's this program we are working on." The man replied "It's an organization that helps people, we take you in for 5 years, and we make sure that you don't feel any pain. At the end of this 5 year program, you will not be able to feel any pain anymore. We can simply take that bad memory away, in exchange you get 10000 £. And you get your life back. We help people move on."

"How is that possible?" Susan watched the man " I mean take away memories?"

"I don't know how it works" The man replied "All I know is, it works."

He stood up. "I have to go. Here's my card, if you're interested. We will set up some kind of introduction to the program and where you will be spending your days."

She watched that little peace of paper, with the solution to her problem. Taking Caspian away out of her brain. Taking Narnia away. Aslan would just despair to. This was going to be great. She didn't want to make a decision, not half drunk. She knew she would make the wrong decision. Although, she didn't want to change her mind. 5 years of her life, she would miss that. Get 10000£. That was exactly a very good deal.

The next morning she was sitting on the bed, looking at that bloody card. Wanting to call that damn number. she put the phone against my ear. She heared a voice.

"I think I'm in." That were her words on the phone call.