Even though I knew she was dead, killed in battle, it didn't matter. It was her, even if it wasn't. The way her nostrils flared in her anger, the ice pale skin, her long tresses like cornsilk, her lips as they yelled at Caspian.

I couldn't remember why she was mad until much later. I was too busy shaking on the floor, yells, screams, curses streaming from my mouth. I heard Sharla shrieking at Kitty in the background, Lucy's voice sobbing and screaming at the same time.

It was her. Even if I was simultaneously telling myself it wasn't, I couldn't shake the inescapable feeling it was. Her. She was dead, I reasoned with myself, and even if she wasn't, why would she be in the True Narnia?

It doesn't matter, I retorted, it's her! Run! Yell! Grab Sharla and run for it! And yet, that last instinct wasn't really an instinct, Sharla was a different time in my life.

That was when I started to sob as I shook with convulsions on the floor. Sharla started to sob along with me, proof that it didn't matter when she was from, she belonged with me, in my arms, protected from Her. Even though Sharla would never let me protect her, the knight in shining armor impulse was still there, no matter how cliche it was.

I struggled, my arms extending, and yet, they were somehow pinned to my sides. I pushed out, my strength and muscles returned to me, but I could not move them. The only one strong enough to do that was Caspian........

.......or Peter, who was yelling my name so hard I was surprised why I hadn't gone deaf yet, Sharla and Lucy's shrieks all but muted in the background.

That's when I realized he was sobbing as he screamed, my name blurring with Aslan, Su, Mother, Father, Aslan, Su, Father, Mother, Su, Aslan, Father, Mother................

"Jadis," I managed to croak, realizing I was just yelling utter nonsense.

"......the wolf in the courtyard! Lu, run! Stone, all stone! Charcoal drawings! More, more more del........Lions! Tables! Rhymes! Suuuuuuuuuu! Peter's pain..........Lulu! Cordial! Sleigh bells and Father Christmas!"

Now I knew why Sharla was having a real, honest, fit.

"Kitty, let me go! Edmund! Oh, damn you, Kitty! Let me go to my husband! Damn Tash to hell! Ed!" mixed with sobbing was a heartbreaking combination.

Suddenly, I was aware that Caspian, Citlati, (Her, I insisted in my mind, too used to unthinking her name than to use it now), Lucy, Katrelina, Sharla, and everbody else looking down at me. I was also suddenly aware of the saliva on the corner of my mouth, and was quite sure I looked like a fool.

Peter released me, as I wasn't shaking anymore. I was immediately in Sharla's arms, her black hair all I could see, my head soaked with tears as she pressed her cheek and lips to it. My hands went up to touch her arm as I murmured her name and the word 'safe'.

"What?" whispered Citlati, the room quiet save for Katrelina's murmurings to Peter and his to her. "The white witch? Me? But......" Caspian pulled his wife into his arms and kissed the side of her head reassuringly, murmuring her name. The star's daughter was not consoled for a few minutes, when she closed her eyes, leant into Caspian's embrace and started to weep silently.

I looked up at my own wife, her blue eyes inches from mine. Her soft lips immidiately pressed against mine, urgent for reassurance. I pressed mine to hers and opened my arms, relief when she fell into them, helping to console me, but avoiding the obvious questions: How? When? Why? Where?

But for now, Sharla's touch was all I needed.

A/N: OOOH! CLIFFIE!

This should stir things up in paradise!!!!! Well, it's the first chapter, but oh well.

I need help. Why is Citlati mad at Caspian? I have an idea, but maybe you will come up with something better!

For now, that inviting button with a strip of text on it is waiting for your magic click.......XD