A/N: (gasp) A chaptered story from AmazinglyMe? The times this has happened before can be counted on one hand! But now, inspired by the movie and a renewed interest in the books (I realized I hadn't read them in AGES) coupled with the beginning of Winter Break comes this... A Susan Story. She's not even my favorite character, but I think her character leaves a lot to be explored. So yeah, tell me what you think please:)

Susan was unpacking.

It was never a task she'd enjoyed because of the mess it created. Susan had always been one for order, for a place for everything and everything in its place. But there were some things that couldn't be avoided, and unpacking was clearly one of them.

She'd just gotten back from America, from going with Mum and Dad on Dad's lecture tour. And now, three suitcases lay in front of her on the bed, just waiting to be opened so they could turn her ordered room into a scene of chaos.

So she was a neat nick. At least she openly admitted it.

Sighing, she opened the second suitcase and was greeted by a stack of clothes, mostly the nice ones she'd brought for special occasions. As she unfolded and smoothed skirt after skirt and dresses galore, something fell out into her lap.

Curiously she picked it up.

It was a necklace.

A beautiful one, carefully crafted, clearly made by someone who was an expert in their field. It's silver and gold strands intertwined and merged flawlessly - Susan didn't know anyone who owned a necklace like this - or who could make one. The chain was so delicate and thin that it felt like a small stream of water in her hands as she slowly let the chain pile up in her palm. This was amazing. But she didn't remember getting it.

It seemed to Susan that she would remember buying or receiving something like this. This was not only jewelry, it was a work of art.

Distractedly, she put it down and went to hang up the latest skirt - it was a black one with silver detail, but she barely registered it. Instead, she thought about the necklace.

It brought up a vague sense of remembrance in her, something that stirred uncomfortably in her stomach. It was not an entirely unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't a "warm and fuzzy" one either. It nagged at her, pushed and prodded her, and Susan didn't like pushing, or prodding. She continued to unpack, though her mind was no longer on it, and several wrinkles escaped her formerly critical eye. All the time, she was thinking about that necklace.

That night, Susan didn't slip off nearly as easily as she usually did. Her mind was wandering constantly, but it always wandered back to that necklace. Frustrated, she determinedly thought about the people she'd met on the lecture tour. One of them, a professional photographer, had made her an offer that her mother had encouraged her to seriously consider, as a model for an American magazine. Her mother and father, having checked into it, had assured her that it was an offer of the utmost respectability, and they'd also told her that they would be wholeheartedly behind her in the endeavor. It was a marvelous offer - the photographer had told her that he would wait a year, even two, for her to finish school if she liked. Not many job offers gave you that. It was a tremendous opportunity, and she'd been assured of that by several people.

But eventually, in that hazy state between being awake and alert and falling asleep, the vision of the necklace swam in front of her again. This time, with it came a faint impression of music - beautiful music, music beyond the capacity from mere human understanding. An uncertain smile came over her face as she finally slept, lulled to sleep by the hauntingly beautiful melody. And as she slept, Susan looked almost like a child again.

A/N: Short, short, short, short, short! (slaps wrist) Oh I know, far too short. It's not a chapter so much as it's an... introduction? Yeah, you could call it that.

Well, tell me what you think. I know where this going, but it's going to be something of a surprise for now. Review please! (bambi eyes)