A/N: Hello everyone, quick note: This is my first CoN fanfic so please be nice. I would love if you would tell me what I could do better and what you really think of this idea. It's been bugging me for nearly a year now so here you go. Also this will be a mixture of the movie and the book so if you are only aware of one you may be confused in some places.

Only the Beginning

Chapter One: Evacuation

Susan Pevensie

Train Station, London

1 September 1939

Summer holiday was supposed to be a time for parties with friends, going away on vacation, meeting new boys; not planning how to escape war. I held tight to my younger sister's hand while our mother picked up the labels that would tell us where we were to get off. Mum said a kindly old professor in the country had agreed to take all of us in. I found myself wishing more and more that I was returning to school once more where I could be with my friends, and not worried about my mother's and father's safety in the war.

Mum was helping to put the tag on the lapel of Lucy's coat just as the dismal black train came screeching to a halt at the platform. "If Dad were here he wouldn't make us go." Edmund, my younger brother, complained.

"If Dad were here that would mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go." Peter, always the smart one, pointed out.

"You will listen to your brother, won't you Edmund?" Mum asked trying to mediate the situation. He looked at her a little harshly and she tried to pull him into a hug. He pulled away from her. This was so like him to hold on to his pride, even while we were leaving for only God knows how long. Mum seemed a bit hurt, but she turned to Peter and they said their goodbyes. Next she turned to Lucy and said, "You be a big girl now." Lucy was trying to hold back tears. Lastly she turned to me, "Susan," was all she said while hugging me. Behind the words I felt her telling me to watch out for Lucy. I looked deeply into her eyes which were so like my own, and watched for a moment as she choked back the tears that threatened to spill over.

We all walked close together so as not to get lost while we boarded the train. A group of soldiers marched through the tunnel. "May I have your tickets please?" A woman asked Peter who tightly clutched all four tickets. "Tickets, please. Tickets." She said trying to catch Peter's attention. He was staring after the group of soldiers.

"Peter." I said snatching the papers from his hand and handing them to the woman. He mumbled an apology and we boarded the train. We find a nearly empty booth and load our bags in the compartment above the seat.

All four of us crowd to the window to catch one last glimpse of our mother. "Bye Mum." Peter calls out and she waves back with the sort of smile on her face that only comes to those who are very nearly crying. We continue to wave as the train pulls out of the station and Mum disappears from sight.

Thanks for reading this is a short chapter for my standard. Please review and let me know what you think.

Additional A/N: I am not from the U.K. so if anyone can help me with terminology/behavior/political factors distinctive to the country that would be great.