Fire in the Sky
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. I wish I did, but as the saying goes, if wishes were fishes we'd all be swimming (I think).
Chapter 1
Helen Pevensie was at a loss. She felt as though she hardly knew her own children. They had come back from school quiet and solemn. Peter and Edmund never fought anymore, and they were all well-behaved. But there were other things, big and small, that had caught her attention. Lucy cooking eggs and bacon, although she had never been taught. Edmund's sudden manners. Susan's easy ignoring of the whispers and wolf-whistles that once would have made her blush. Peter's sudden skill at chess. The way they all walked and talked, the way they all seemed to finish each other's sentences. Their love of the outdoors. The way they reacted to the sirens. They didn't rush and scream, they moved quickly and easily, and they weren't scared. They moaned and grumbled about the inconvenience, sure, but never in fear.
Not even Lucy.
And the dreams. Oh, the dreams they tried to hide from her.
*Flashback*
1st Night back
"No, no. Please, I'll do anything! NO!" Helen woke with a shock, the screams rending the still air. She hurried out of her room and down the hall to Edmund's room. She pushed the door open, and was confronted with the sight of her youngest son sobbing brokenly into Lucy's shoulder. Neither noticed as she slipped into the room, too caught up in Edmund's dream.
"What was it, Ed? Shhhh, we're all fine, and so are you. London, remember. Which one?" Since when had Lucy been so grown up? Edmund's sobs subsided, and he whispered softly in Lucy's ear.
"The How. But she was there. Then it was Beruna, but not. And she killed you, all of you. With a knife."
2nd day back
"No! Su, Ed, Lu! Please, talk to me! NO!" Helen was once again suddenly awoken by screams. Peter, this time.