Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis owns all.

Author's Note: I never liked what happened to Susan at the end of the Narnia books and after playing her in a play, I really didn't like it. So I worte this to try to make me happy and maybe other people happy too :) Also, although it may seem like it, there is no incest, only brotherly/sisterly love.

Peter sighed, staring at his brother and sister, twirling and dancing in the afternoon Narnian sunlight. An eternity in Narnia, what he, Lucy, Edmund and Susan had always dreamed of.

Susan.

What had happened to her? Aslan had said that she wouldn't be coming to Narnia. She would reside in some other afterworld, perhaps England, with their parents. She would not be able to visit the rest of her family in Narnia.

Lucy and Edmund had accepted it, as far as he knew. Once Susan had become more withdrawn from them, putting on airs, make-up, and fancy clothing, refusing to believe in Narnia they had withdrawn from her. Only Peter stuck by her, refusing to stop loving her. Refusing to give her up to whatever force had overtaken her. Susan had never stopped being his baby sister, not even after Lucy was born. He remembered the first time he had seen her.

A two-year-old Peter was sitting in a hospital waiting room. Mrs. Lewis, his neighbor was sitting next to him, knitting and talking. He wasn't paying attention to her talking, just worrying about his mother. Earlier that day, she had suddenly said nervously, "Paul, I think I'm in labor!" His father had dropped him off at the Lewis' house and asked them to bring Peter to the hospital in a few hours, "So he could see his little sibling as soon as possible."

Peter didn't know what was happening to his mother. The word 'labor' sounded bad.

Suddenly, his father appeared at a door.

"Father!" little Peter cried running towards him.

"Hi Pete!" His father picked him up and swung him around. "You have a new sister! Susan."

Peter grinned. "Can I see her?"

"Sure thing!"

After talking to Mrs. Lewis for a minute, Mr. Pevensie led his son down a maze of corridors to his mother's room. The longer it took to see his mother, the more worried Peter became. Finally, his father had opened a door.

His mother sat on a bed looking tired and holding a small bundle.

Suddenly, Peter felt shy.

"Hello, Peter," his mother smiled. "Would you like to meet your new sister, Susan?"

"Yes," Peter said softly and moved over to his mother's bedside. He leaned over to look at his sister's face. It was small and wrinkled. The cheeks were red with crying, the hair matted down on her tiny head. Peter thought Susan must be the most beautiful baby ever. At that moment, his heart filled with love for his little sister and he knew that he would love her always.

Peter sighed softly. He had seen Edmund and Lucy after they were born too, and his heart swelled with love each time, but Susan had been something special. Perhaps it was a two-year-old's innocence, but whatever it was, it bound him to Susan. He couldn't forget her. But what if she forgot him?

A well-dressed woman's heels clicked along a hallway. The woman paused at a door, considering whether or not to open it. She sighed. "Might as well go in, sooner rather then later."

The woman entered the office. A man in a nice suit was sitting at a desk yelling into a phone. Another man was filling out a form furiously while trying to communicate something to the yelling man on the phone. He looked up and spotted the woman.

"Susan Pevensie! Just the woman I need!"

Susan plastered a helpful grin on her face. "Okay, Mr. Montegue. What do you need?"

Eight hours later at four o' clock, Susan opened the door and left the office. The fake smile that had been on her face slipped off. She sighed, and then frowned. She had been sighing a lot lately. That wasn't good, she was supposed to be cheerful. Well, Livvy would see through a fake smile, she always did. Susan left the office and walked through the streets of London until she came to a small teashop, and slipped in.

"Su! Over here!" Susan slipped into a seat across from Livvy, her closest friend.

"Here, I got you some tea, just the way you like it."

"Thanks. I need it." Susan picked up the teacup, drank deeply and set the cup down.

"Work was hell today. I swear, I would love to kill Mr. Montegue. Do this, do that, praising me at every second. With the amount of make-up he make me wear, people probably think I'm a slut! His personal prostitute."

"Oh, no sweetie," Livvy smiled comfortingly. "People could never think you were a slut."

Susan smiled back, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Perhaps the date with Rodney will cheer you up a bit."

Susan shook her head. "I canceled it."

"But why?"

"Frank Blutford asked me out. I liked him better. Anyways, do you have any dates coming up?"

"No. I've gotten a few offers though." Livvy looked at her friend. "Su, are you sure you're holding up okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because this is the fourth different guy you've dated these past two weeks. You're not a slut, Su, and you really liked Rodney."

Susan shrugged, tracing the edge of her teacup and staring down into the remaining tea.

"Su?"

"I need to go."

Livvy looked after her. Susan was hurting inside, she could see that. No one else could, they all believed that fake smile was real. Livvy knew better/

Susan grabbed her bags and ran out of the teashop and didn't stop until she reached her small apartment. She lay down on her couch and sobbed.

Yes, she had really liked Rodney. But Edmund hated the name Rodney. He said anyone who was named Rodney was an ignorant, stuck-up, pompous jerk. (A/N: Apologies to anyone named Rodney, who likes the name, or likes someone with the name.) She couldn't go out with someone who Edmund wouldn't like. Another man had been a blind date named Peter. She liked him, but couldn't be around anyone named Peter. The man before that had tossed a stone at a pigeon when they were walking through Trafalgar Square. Lucy had hated people who were mean to pigeons. She had said that pigeons had as much right to fly around and poop on stuff as we did to live.

Lucy.

Susan loved Lucy more than anything. She had loved Lucy the way Peter loved her. Susan depended on Lucy's love to live. As long as Lucy was happy, Susan was happy.

That's why Susan could never truly believe in Narnia. After their first visit, she had seen how sad Lucy's eyes had gotten, how long it took for Lucy to be herself again. She tried to cheer her up, and had, however barely, succeeded.

Then they had gone back. Susan didn't want to believe; she didn't want Lucy hurt again. Then, Aslan told Peter and her they weren't coming back. Susan felt terrible, sad lonely. Narnia had abandoned her.

Suddenly, it hit Susan. If she was banished, eventually Lucy would be too. If the knowledge of never coming back to Narnia, hit her bad, it would kill Lucy.

So Susan tried to cheer up her sister again. When that didn't work, she tried to pretend that it was a dream, tried to get Lucy to forget about it. It didn't help. Finally, after Lucy and Edmund's last visit, she gave up. She knew for sure that Narnia had abandoned her. She needed Narnia and Aslan and she couldn't find them. She couldn't stand to see the pain in her sister's eyes. So, Susan grew up. She put on make-up and boys thought she stunningly gorgeous. Susan went to dances with a different boy each night. She mastered the fake smile, and fooled everyone. No one noticed the pain in her eyes.

That wasn't exactly true, now that she thought about it. Peter did. Peter had been there for her, even though she hadn't noticed it at the time.

When she thought about it, she realized that no matter how late she was out, when she got home Peter was always 'just going to bed.'

Susan sat up, racking her brain. Yes, even though Lucy and Edmund had slowly accepted her withdrawal from them, Peter hadn't.

Susan walked into the house euphoric after her date with Will Hever, one of the most sought after boys in her school. She twirled through the house, and then stopped short. Peter was sitting in a big armchair in the living room, reading.

"Peter?"

"Oh, hi, Su."

"What are you doing up?"

"Just reading. Wow, it must be late, huh."

"Not very."

Peter got up out of the chair, smiled, and went up to the bedroom he shared with Edmund.

Every night that she went out, he had been there, in that chair, reading, when she came home. She hadn't ever thanked him for making sure she had come back safe.

Susan was sitting on the porch waiting for Edward Foltner to pick her up for their date. Edmund and Lucy came out of the house and sat down on the other side of the porch from her.

"Could you wear anymore make-up?" Edmund asked her.

"Yes, actually I could," she snapped back.

"Doesn't she look like a hooker?" Edmund asked Lucy.

"What's a hooker?"

"Never mind, Lucy," Susan said quickly, afraid that she would agree with Edmund.

Peter had appeared at the door. "I think she looks lovely."

Edward appeared and Susan left, never saying anything to Peter.

She never thanked him for sticking up for her. Peter had always been there for her, and now, everyone, even her beloved Lucy was dead. She had never appreciated them, never thanked them. They were probably in eternal Narnia right now, and she was forgotten.

"Damn you Aslan!" Susan muttered. "Damn you Narnia! You took everything from me! Everything!" Susan buried her head into the couch. Peter please, I need you. Please help me. If you ever loved me, show me now. I need you.

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