Hey, guys!
So this is a little Narnia One-Shot… I know this isn't my best work, but hopefully, I'll have time to go over it and edit it (it was written in a rush so please, don't hate it!)
So this is sort of based on the fact that C. S. Lewis was called 'Jack' by his friends….
Enjoy!
England, 1967
Susan Pevensie was heartbroken, to say the least.
It was the anniversary of the train wreck. One simple train failure had killed them all. Peter, Edmund, Lucy, old Professor Kirke, Polly Plummer, Eustace, and his friend Jill. They were all gone.
The five had been on the way to meet with Peter and Edmund, who had been in Finchley, visiting their mum (Lucy had been with the Professor at the time), to recall old memories of Narnia.
Narnia, Susan thought bitterly. The make-believe country they had all believed in the year of the Blitz. It had been their salvation then, but now, it was also what had torn their family apart.
She remembered what she had said to Peter the day of the train crash, the day her life had turned gray. He had asked her to come with them to meet with Eustace and Jill, to share her part in Narnia.
"Why do have to be so thick Su? You were the Gentle Queen; why won't you just accept the fact that it is real?!"
"IT IS NOT REAL! You of all people should realize that Peter!" she had told him.
"Do what you want Susan, but Narnia is real whether you choose to believe it or not."
The train crash had happened almost nineteen years ago, but the pain and the memories were still ripe and fresh.
Susan Pevensie hurried down the bustling London Street, her coat billowing out around her.
It was a windy day and the gray storm clouds above the pedestrian's heads didn't add to the day's mood.
A drop of rain fell, then another, and then another; soon enough the skies had opened, and it was pouring gallons upon gallons of water.
"Hell," Susan muttered to herself, before ducking into the nearest shop.
It was a bookstore. The girl roamed around the store, waiting for the rain and winds to calm, so she could continue on her way.
As Susan walked around the store, a book caught her eye; hidden half behind a copy of 'Charlotte's Web' was a small blue book. But what really shocked her was the title.
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
With shaking hands, she took the book to the register.
"How….How much is this?"
"One pound."
Minutes later, Susan, despite the horrid weather, had left the store, the small book tucked away in her coat pocket.
Locking the door behind her, the second eldest Pevensie entered her house and sat down on the couch.
She removed the book from her coat and opened it to the first page.
"Lucy looks into a wardrobe-
ONCE there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy.
This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids.
They were sent to the house of an old Professor who lived in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest post office…."
Susan closed the book hurriedly and looked at it, tears in her eyes.
How? Who had documented their adventures?
C. S. Lewis. That was the name written across the front of the book. A phone number was listed in the fine print in the back.
One quick telephone call later, Susan had arranged a meeting with the author in his countryside home.
Susan stepped off the train onto a small and rickety platform.
A rush of memory flew through her mind.
*" The Professor knew we were coming?" She said to her siblings, glancing up and down the dusty road.
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled?" Edmund wondered, examining the paper tag which had been attached to his coat.
The sound of a horse's neigh and a sharp voice made the four Pevensies turn around.
"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked the woman, curiosity filling his voice.
"I'm afraid so," she said, "is that it then? Haven't you brought anything else?"
"No, ma'am. It's just us," he answered, shaking his head lightly.
"Small favors."*
A soft voice drew The Gentle Queen out of her memory.
"Susan Pevensie?"
The dark-haired girl turned.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Lewis sent me ahead to fetch you," the girl answered, motioning for Susan to come join her in the cart behind the horses.
Sooner, rather than later, the horse and buggy pulled up in front of a large manor house, set in the center of a sprawling green lawn.
Susan felt sick. The house, the platform, it was all too real, it reminded her of her siblings, of Narnia, of everything she left behind and buried under mounds of logic and sense.
"Miss Pevensie? Are you all right?"
She looked up at the girl.
"Yes, just a bit nauseous from the train…"
The girl nodded. "Of course; I'll make you up a cup of tea."
Susan smiled and let herself be led into the manor house.
"Susan?"
The girl looked up, and let out a gasp of surprise.
Standing in the doorway was a young man about the age of twenty. But that was not the reason she was shocked.
The boy had dark hair, but startling blue eyes. Peter's eyes, Susan thought with a jolt.
"You must be Mr. Lewis," Susan said politely, jumping to her feet. "I'm Susan, Susan Pevensie."
The effects of those words were instantaneous. The author looked at her in confusion, and then ran over and embraced the girl in a bone-crushing hug.
After breaking apart, he looked at her, sadness filled his eyes.
Susan looked at him in surprise, at a loss for words.
"C. S. Lewis is a pen name. My real name is Jack…" He said, watching her carefully, "Jack Pevensie. My father was Peter Pevensie, High King of Narnia."
What'd you people think?
I really hope you liked it… please Review! (No hate though- if you want to hate… it's your opinion, but I would appreciate if you refrained from doing it :P)
Stay awesome!
Liz