A/N: I was browsing through the C.S. Lewis section and I was rather horrified at some of the pairings Narnia-Lovers have come up with! AslanxJadis? SusanxMaugrim! SUSANxPETER AND PETERxEDMUND! Ah well, I'm DIY girl, so, I guess I'll just add my own. Feel free to flame, they don't ruffle me much. In fact, I find them laughably entertaining.

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I sat in my godfather, Diggory's library (he preferred me to call him uncle).

I was thoroughly engrossed in Sense and Sensibility when I heard a slamming of a door somewhere down the hall. Followed by the thudding of footsteps and the arguing of three voices.

Looking up, I saw four children walk in the door. What on Earth?

The eldest, a sandy-haired boy of my age noticed me, he nudged the older girl, "Hey, look."
"Honestly, Edmund! You shouldn't tell such lies- what?" The girl turned to her brother, "What?"

He pointed to me.

The girl noticed me and smiled politely, "Oh, hello. I'm Susan, who are you?"

I stood up, and stretched, "I'm Elaine, Professor Kirke's goddaughter. Why are you four here?" I asked bluntly, still rather surprised at seeing four children here.

"Oh, we were evacuated; we've been here for two days, yet, we haven't seen you," Susan said.

I sat back down and put my legs under the quilt again, "I've been cooped up in my room for the past few days, punishment by Mrs. Macready for knocking over a bottle from her prized collection.

The elder boy laughed, "Wish I had been there. By the way, I'm Peter."

The littlest girl, who had been peeking out from behind Peter shyly stepped forward, "I'm Lucy."

"Hello, Lucy, do you like horses?" I asked her with a smile.

Lucy nodded vigorously, "Very much."

"Well, behind the house is a stable and there's three horses. Maybe sometime if your big brother would let you, you could help me excercise them."

Lucy smiled shyly and nodded.

The younger boy, a dark haired boy with surprisingly dark brown eyes, stepped forward, "I'm Edmund," he mumbled.

"Hello," I said, I doubted he was the type for conversation, but I might as well be polite, "Do you and your brother hunt much?"

Edmund nodded, "Yeah, I love to hunt."

"We have wild deer and birds out here, do you prefer bow or gun?" I asked.

"Gun," Was the definite reply.

Peter rolled his eyes, "Ed, you've only used a gun once."

"That's okay, maybe I could give him some lessons, my Uncle's been teaching me how to hunt since I was seven," I responded.

"How old are you?" Susan and Lucy asked in unision.

"Fifteen," I answered proudly.

Susan nodded, "You're a year older than me, then."

I nodded, "So what do you two," I motioned to Peter, "Like to do?"

"I like to read and take pictures, I brought my camera with me. Although I don't know how I'm going to develop the film, there's no darkroom here is there?" She asked hopefully.

"My Uncle's converted a spare bedroom into one. I love to read, there's a lot of good books in here and in my Uncle's office," I gave her directions to it. "What about you, Peter?"

"Exploring is my forte. I hate being shut up in a house," Peter replied.

I nodded, "In case you hadn't noticed, there's a lot of forest grounds out here. Just be careful, there's a few wild boars."

Lucy shuddered.

At that moment rain began to pour down with surprising force.

"Oh wonderful!" Edmund said with saracasm, "Now we can't do anything."

I laughed, "You obviously haven't explored this house much. You can explore if you like, just run like mad if you see or hear Mrs. Macready and her guests. She shows the house to adults sometimes and if you run into her and the 'herd,' you're dead meat."

Susan raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you've had more than one run-in with the...herd."

I nodded, "Yes, many times."

Peter flopped down on the couch beside me, "So, you know this house better than we do, which way should we start?"

"Well...this house has a whole bunch of secret doors and such. It was built during the last war, the owner wanted a way to escape if his home was attacked, I've found some, but not as many as I'd like."

Edmund grinned, "That's neat. Can you show us some?"

I nodded, "Yeah, come with me."

So I spent the better part of the day playing hide-and-seek with the Pevensies and showing them some of the secret rooms. I kept a few to myself, in case the foursome were annoying and I needed the private time.

Susan and I figured out we had much in common, we've decided that once the rain clears up, that tomorrow we're going to take our cameras (I got one last year) and go into the forest.

And so the next few days were spent that way. Play, explore, and so on. I will secretly admit I found Peter very handsome, but not exactly my type.

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A few days after that I was lying in bed, at about midnight; finishing up Sense and Sensibilty when I felt my stomach growl.

I closed the book and put it under my arm and threw on my robe, and quietly snuck down the stairs to the kitchen.

When I arrived in the kitchen I went to the ice box to find some jelly to make a sandwich when I felt hot breath on the back of my neck and the muffled sound of footsteps.

I tensed and spun around with a knife in my hand and nearly collided with...Peter.

"What the bloody hell are you doing up?" I hissed.

Peter rubbed his nose where I head bumped it with my own, "I was hungry."

"Well, you nearly scared me to death!" I said indignantly.

"Sorry," Peter said in a voice that clearly said he could care less.

I rolled my eyes, "As long as your hear, I'll make you something. Any requests?"

Peter grinned, "How about grilled cheese?"

I nodded, "Sounds good."

I flicked on the light and was mildly surprised to find Peter with only a pair of sleep pants on, no shirt. And might I add he had the nicest biceps I have ever seen?

Of course, my hormones just loved that.

"If Mrs. Macready caught you shirtless running around the house, she'd throw a duck fit," I warned as I turned the stove-top on and sat a frying pan on it.

Peter coughed nervously, "Sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be up."

"I don't mind, I grew up with a big brother, too," I said nonchalantly as I put the cheese on the sandwiches and sat them on the pan.

Peter sat down on a bench, "Really? Where is he?"

"He enrolled in the army six months ago," I said quietly.

Peter nodded, "Oh, I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "That's okay. I'm proud of him."

"That's a good attitude," Peter replied.

"Uh, thanks," I said unsurely. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Peter shrugged, "Okay..."

"What's the matter with Edmund? He seems to be..." I searched for the right word.

"A prick?" Peter offered.

I smiled sheepishly, "Well, yes."

"He's been that way ever since dad went off to the Royal Air Force. Dad was the only one who knew how to handle Edmund really well. He used to be a really great kid, but...he's changed," Peter replied, he seemed far away.

I nodded, "I'm sorry."

Peter shook his head, "Not your fault, Ellie (his nickname for me)."

"Would you stop calling me that!" I asked with fake anger as I turned the stove-top off and put the two sandwiches on plates.

"Nope," He replied, "Only because it annoys you so much."

I 'hmphed' as I set the plate down in front of him and pulled up a chair to the counter and gave him a glass of ice water.

"Hey, thanks for being so nice to Lucy, by the way; she misses Mum a lot," Peter said in-between bites.

I shrugged, "She's darling, I've always wanted a little sister. How are the grilled cheeses?"

"They're okay..." Peter lied.

I gave him an indignant look, "Liar." I took a bite out of the sandwich and paled. "Ugh!" I ran to the trash bin and spat out the bite.

Peter was laughing so hard he was hugging his sides, "The...look...on..your face... was so...funny!" He said as he laughed.

I smacked him on the back of the head, not hard, but enough that he quieted down, "Your going to wake up the whole bloody house! The maids rooms are the room below us!"

Peter closed his mouth mid-laugh.

"That's better," I pried apart my sandwich to find the center of the cheese moldy and green.

"Oh gross!" I said as I threw both of the sandwiches away.

"How about I make the food this time, Ellie?" Peter offered with a haughty glance.

I rolled my eyes, "Your move."

He grabbed peanut butter and jelly out of the fridge and cut four slices of sourdsough bread off the loaf I had left on the counter.

In a few minutes we were both eating PB&J sandwiches.

"Thanks," I said as I finished the last bit of my sandwich.

"So what is it your reading now?" He asked, noticing the book I had sat on the counter.

"I just finished a Jane Austen book, a classic romance novelist and am about to start on Romeo & Juliet or maybe Jane Eyre," I replied.

Peter nodded, "Enlighten me on something."

"What?"

"What is it with girls and romance books?" He asked.

I thought about it for a moment, "I guess...as Shakespeare put it, we live lives of quiet desperation, our greatest desire is to love and be loved. I think it must be built into us."

"Is that how you feel?" Was the look plastered on Peter's face.

"To answer the question your thinking: yes, I do feel that way. But on a controlled level, the only men in my life are you, Edmund and Uncle Diggory, now I love my Uncle, but in a non-romantic way. And you and Edmund make wonderful friends, not beaus. And I'm perfectly content with it that way."

Peter nodded, "You have just clarified the question that has been puzzling men for centuries."

He said it with such seriousness I had to laugh.

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The next day it rained again.

"Let's play hide-and-seek! Lucy cried, running into the study where Susan and I were reading Jane Eyre together.

We looked up from the book, "What?"

Lucy repeated her question.

"I'll pass," I said, "I prefer to read on rainy days."

"You like to read on any day!" Lucy said exasperatedly.

Susan sighed, but I could tell she wanted too, "Fine, I'll play with you. Let's go round up the others."

The two sisters rushed out of the room, leaving me curled up on the sofa.

After getting to page fifty-seven my eyes were starting to get heavy, I sat the book down and pulled the quilt over me and fell asleep.

I woke up an hour later to chiming of the grandfather clock.

Rubbing my eyes sleepily I got up and went out of the study, to see if I could find Susan or Lucy.

After wandering around the mansion for all of about ten minutes I found them all in Edmund and Peter's room.

Edmund had a look of sadistic delight on his face.

Peter and Susan looked confused and Lucy looked as if she were about to cry.

They all noticed me at the exact same instant.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Lucy's eyes welled with tears and she rushed out of the room.

I stared after the girl as she ran down the hallway. "What was that?"

"Lucy told a lie and won't confess," Susan explained.

"Oh? She seems to sweet to lie," I replied.

Edmund laughed as though that was the funniest thing in the world.

I stared at him wordlessly util he noticed and shut up.

"She's almost never told a lie," Peter said.

"What did she lie about?" I asked.

Peter explained they were playing hide-and-seek and Lucy hid and then a minute or so later she came back out saying she had been gone for hours.

I knitted my brow, this didn't sound good...

"She probably had a dream. You can have the most decriptive dream in less then three seconds. I learned about it in school," I said.

Susan conceded, "That does make sense. I learned that, too."

Edmund rolled his eyes, "Kids."

"Your one, too," I snapped.

Edmund glared at me with venom.

I stared back at him coolly.

Edmund stood up and walked out of the room.

"Wow," Peter muttered.

Susan sighed, "And everything was going so well...I had better go talk to Lucy."

"Want me to come with you?" I offered.

Susan shook her head, "This is a sister-to-sister thing."

I nodded and sat down on one of the beds.

I had gone to Narnia once, two years ago.

I had stayed with a badger, Opus. She had tought me Narnian lore and had let me stay in her hole for awhile. I spent a week in Narnia, exploring and making friends with some of the creatures.

On the sixth night I had a dream, in her dreams a lion came to me and told me to return to my own world and to never come back alone, and never tell anyone about it. Something about it had scared me so much I left Narnia that very day.

Finally after several minutes of silence between Peter and myself, I rose and left.

Later that week I was sitting around in Susan's room, watching her write a letter to her mother when Lucy stormed in.

"What's up, Luce?" I asked, noticing her frustrated demeanor.

"Edmund's been teasing me again," Lucy said tearfully.

Susan and I both darkened.

"Your turn or mine?" I asked her.

"Yours if I remember correctly," Susan said.

I got up off of the bed I was sprawled on and went stalking down the corridor, looking for Edmund.

Edmund was sitting in his room reading a comic book, he looked up when he saw me.

"Edmund..." I growled.

Edmund looked up, "What!" He scowled at me.

"You know darn well, what! The next time you tease your sister about her dream I'm going to personally thwap you so hard you won't remember your name!" I threatened.

"I'm terrifyed," Edmund said dryly.

In one stride I was beside his chair, I siezed him by the back of the neck and pulled him up.

"Ow, damn it!" He shouted.

"Ooh, language, Edmund!" I said mockingly and let go of him. I then proceeded to leave.

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Three days after that the hullabaloo about Narnia started all over again.

Lucy claimed that she and Edmund had gone to Narnia.

I was infromed of all of this as Peter and I satin the kitchen munching on apples, our midnight snacks had become a nightly ritual.

"Do you think, perhaps...Lucy was telling the truth?" Peter asked me.

I laughed nervously, "I still vote for the dream theory."

"I know, I don't mean that. I mean, what if Lucy's...insane?" Peter asked trepidatiously.

"Insane?" I repeated.

Peter nodded.

"You should probably talk to Uncle Diggory, he'll know what to do," I said, evading the question.

"I suppose that would be the smartest thing to do," Peter began but I cut him off.

"Of course it's the smartest thing to do!"

Peter smiled, "Thanks."

"Welcome."

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The next evening all of us, including my Uncle, were sitting at the dinner table.

I knew by the way all of the were unnaturally quiet, that Macready had instructed them on 'proper' etiquette.

Peter, who was sitting next to me, leaned over, "Sue and I talked to Professor Kirke."

I nodded, "Oh?"

"It was odd...I'll tell you about it after dinner."

A few minutes after that we were all excused, I kissed my Uncle on the forehead before beginning to leave.

"Elaine?" Uncle Diggory's voice stopped me.

"Yes, Uncle?" I asked, turning to face him.

Uncle Diggory brought his pipe from out of his pocket and began to poor tobacco into it, "How are the children behaving? Especially Lucy."

"Lucy's...unhappy," I said carefully.

"How so?" He asked me.

I sat back down at the table and explained what had happened.

"I see, the two older ones, Peter and Susan told me about that. I needed to make sure, Macready's already gotten to them, so I can barely talk to them."

I nodded, "Yes, they are rather scared of her."

Uncle Diggory nodded, "Smart children. As I was saying, what do you think of Peter?"

"Peter? He's a nice boy, I suppose. We share similar interests; why do you ask?" I enquired him.

"No reason; just curious. A godfather's got to look after his goddaughter, you know," Uncle Diggory said with a smile.

I smiled and kissed him on the cheek before rushing out of the room to see Peter.

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The day afterward we were all playing cards in the study when we heard Mrs. Macready and her gang down the hall.

"Oh, hell, run!" I warned as I darted out of the room followed by the Pevensies.

I went to my bedroom but as I approached I saw Macready coming up the stairs.

I turned tail and went to the Wardrobe room where I found the Pevensies all crowding into the wardrobe.

"Ow! Elaine, get off of my foot!"

"Peter, your suffocating me!"

The children yelled things like this as we went further and further back into the wardrobe.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Ooh! Look, everybody!" Susan shouted.

We all stopped our racket and turned around.

"Oh my God..." I whispered in awe. I was back.

Instead of the back of the Wardrobe, there were trees! Big, beautiful, thick Evergreens.

I laughed like a little kid as I pushed the branches back and passed htrough the curtain of trees to find myself at the snow-covered Lampost.

"I'm dreaming!" Susan said in an awe-struck voice.

Lucy looked smug, "I told you!"

Peter and Susan turned to Lucy, looking ashamed, "I'm sorry we didn't believe you, Lucy. But you have to admit, it was pretty ridiculous."

Lucy nodded, "I forgive you."

Edmund was looking sullen, "Shouldn't we aim to the West? In between those two hills? You can actually see clearly when you go there."

We all looked at Edmund, realizing that he had lied about being in Narnia.

"Of all the poisonous little beasts," Peter whistled, and said nothing more.

I gave him a disapproving look.

"We should go back," Susan said nervously.

"No! Let's explore! Who knows what we could find?" I replied.

Peter grinned, "That would be fun...here, let's put these coats on. We'll freeze if we don't. Lucy, you know more about Narnia, you should lead."

Lucy nodded, "Let's go see Mr. Tumnus! He was the faun I met the last time I was here."

"Mr. Tumnus it is, then!" Peter cried.

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Well? What did you think, feel free to flame, critique, I don't care. I'd like your opinion. Please, book-lovers, correct me if I screw something up from the book. I refuse to go by the movie.