AN: So this is the sequal to my fic, "Lucy's Quest" which took place during PC this one will take place during VDT. This story will mainly be Edmund/Lucy with some likely Caspian/Ramandu's daughter. This chapter is mostly Susan/Peter because this is their first and last appeance in this fic. After this chapter, they're pretty much out of the story.

"Please mum." Edmund pressed his hands together like he was about to pray and made a piteous face at Mrs. Pevensie that made him seem much younger than he really was. "Come on, I'm begging."

"No, Edmund." Mrs. Pevensie said firmly.

"But I don't want to stay at Uncle Harold's house." Edmund scrunched up his nose in disgust. "They always keep the windows open; even when it's raining. I could get sick and die." He moved his hands in front of his throat dramatically.

"Look I know they live a little...differently...than we do." Mrs. Pevensie seemed to be struggling to hold back a laugh. "But that's no reason to judge them."

"I'm not judging them." Edmund said. "It's their evil spawn I'm trying to avoid."

"Don't talk that way about your cousin, Edmund." Mrs. Pevensie said sharply, although deep down she felt her nephew could use a good spanking and wished her sister-in-law would slap him just once to let him know he was in disgrace.

Edmund sighed, he knew he wasn't going to get out of spending the summer holidays at his aunt and uncle's house but he'd felt he had to try. At least Lucy would be coming with him.

He still blushed inwardly every time he thought of what had happened between them during their last trip to Narnia; the one on which they'd discovered that Susan and Edmund's birth parents were King Frank and Queen Helen, the first king and queen of Narnia. The one during which, he and Lucy had shared a brief kiss. It was brief because both had been feeling so shy that they pulled away almost as soon as their lips touched.

Sitting at the kitchen table thinking about all of these things that had happened about a year ago, Edmund fiddled with the golden ring on his middle finger. Lucy had brought it back to him from the ruins of Anvard. He was surprised that his parents hadn't noticed it yet, seeing as he never took it off now not even when he bathed. But maybe it was for the best seeing as it would be much too hard to explain it to them anyway.

It had more than surprised them when they'd found out that Peter and Susan were courting (Edmund had yet to tell them how he felt about Lucy). They'd gotten used to it-sort of-but they never quite seemed to understand it. How could they understand when they didn't know what had happened in Narnia. What with Susan being engaged to someone else and Peter nearly getting hung by the neck until death...it was just too much to tell in detail.

"Edmund!" Peter burst through the door holding up a piece of paper waving it excitedly to and fro. "Guess what?"

"What?" Edmund asked.

"I got into medical school in America!" Peter told him, unable to stop smiling.

"No way!" Edmund jumped up and ran over to him. "Let me see."

Peter handed him the letter he'd just gotten in the mail. "Read it and weep."

"You're going to America." Edmund said with a proud grin.

"Yeah." Peter was fairly beaming with joy. "I'm going to America."

Mrs. Pevensie-who had been washing the dishes-wiped her hands, walked over and took the letter away from Edmund so that she could read it herself.

"Peter, this is wonderful!" She bursting into tears as she pulled her son into a tight embrace. "I'm so proud of you. My little boy, all grown up."

"I can't breathe, Mum." Peter gasped.

"Sorry, sweetie." She loosened her grip on him. Then for a moment she looked a little confused. "Wait, I didn't know you applied for this." She motioned down at the name of the school mentioned in the letter.

"I did but I didn't tell anyone." Peter explained. "I was told it was very unlikely that I would get in and I didn't want everyone to be disappointed."

"Well, I am so proud of you." Mrs. Pevensie said, hugging him again.

After his mum let go of him, Peter turned to Edmund. "Ed, I need to talk to you about something in the other room."

Edmund followed him into the living room. "What's up?"

"I need an opinion and I don't know who else to ask." Peter pulled a small blue velvet box out of his coat pocket and handed it to Edmund.

Edmund opened it and saw a glittering diamond ring in the center. "It's lovely, but I can't let you spend this kind of money on me."

Peter slapped him upside the head. "It's for Susan!"

"I was kidding." Edmund laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Do you think she'll like it?" Peter asked nervously.

"Probably." Edmund shrugged.

"What do you think she'll say?" Peter pressed.

"Something along the lines of 'thanks for the ring' and then a bunch of lovey-dovey nonsense." Edmund rolled his eyes.

"I'm not just giving her the ring." Peter explained, raising both of his eyebrows at the same time pointedly.

"You're not?" Edmund frowned in confusion.

"No, I'm going to um...well ask her something..." Peter stammered.

Edmund finally caught on. "Oh!"

"Yeah." Peter nodded.

"Wow." Was all Edmund could think to say.

"I'm so nervous." Peter admitted, fiddling with the hinges of the blue box. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You'll be fine." Edmund patted him on the back in an attempt to reassure him.

"What if she says no?" Peter blurted out.

"Why would she say no?" Edmund half-laughed out of surprise.

"Why would she say 'yes'?" Peter retorted.

"Because she loves you." Edmund reminded him. "She left Narnia and came back to be with you, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." Peter said, thinking of his intense joy when he'd seen her running towards him at the subway station.

"Then don't worry." Edmund told him.

"You don't think..." Peter started.

"Don't think what?" Edmund asked.

"Don't think she regrets coming back?" Peter said insecurely.

"No, Peter, I don't." Edmund told him, grabbing onto his shoulders to get his attention. "Get it through your head. She. Loves. You."

"Alright, alright." Peter muttered, pulling away from him.

"Good." Edmund seemed satisfied now. "So when are you going to ask her?"

"This evening." Peter decided.

Susan stood at her bedroom window watching the last remains of sunlight slip away. She wasn't sure what she would be doing during the summer holidays. She could probably just stay with a friend. Her parents were going to France together-just the two of them-and leaving Lucy and Edmund with Uncle Harold. They'd assured her that she was welcome to stay there too; of course she turned them down. A chilly house with a bratty cousin didn't sound like fun. She wondered where Peter was spending the summer. He hadn't told her yet.

"Susan?" Peter knocked at the door.

"Come in." Susan told him.

He opened the door a crack and slipped quietly into the room. "I wanted to tell you something."

She wondered why the expression on his face looked sort of grave. "What's wrong?"

"Actually, nothing." Peter pulled the letter he'd gotten in the mail out of his pants pocket, unfolded it and showed it to her. "I got into medical school in America."

Susan read the letter and put her hand to her mouth. She knew this was a good thing for him but she wished desperately that he'd choice a school in England. If he was in America she would hardly ever get to see him! It was bad enough that they were apart during the normal school terms but at least then they were in the same country on the same land mass.

"So you're going to America." Susan said softly. It was statement not a question. "In the fall?"

"Actually, they want me to go over there this summer and get set up." He pulled a ticket out of his pocket and showed it to her. "I've already got my passport and everything."

"I see." Susan bit her lip and tried to hold back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "I'm really happy for you." She shifted away from him and looked down at the floor. "I'm probably going to stay with Maggie this summer. Her parents said they wouldn't mind."

Peter clicked his tongue. "But if you go there, who do I give this extra ticket to?" He pulled a second ticket out of his pocket.

"What?" Susan gasped, reaching for the slip of paper in his hand.

"Surprise, you're coming with me!" Peter announced proudly.

"Peter, I can't." Susan shook her head. "I mean, just the two of us? Together?" She looked slightly pained. "I want to, you don't know how badly I want to...but I can't...it wouldn't be right...we can't..."

"Which reminds me." Peter said, struggling to remain calm on the outside, although inside he still hadn't been able to shake the feeling that he was going to throw up. He got down on one knee and took out the ring box. "Susan I wanted to ask you something..."

Right outside the door, Edmund and Lucy leaned with their ears pressed against the wall listening to everything they were saying.

"He's going to ask her!" Lucy whisper-squealed excitedly.

"Shh..." Edmund waved his hand in her direction. "I can't hear what they're saying."

"From the first day we met when you and Edmund walked into the house out of the snow, I knew I'd found someone special." Peter was saying while Susan looked down at him crying. "I've been hopelessly in love with you since I was eight years old-you must know that by now-I guess what I'm trying to say-I mean ask-is,"

"Yes!" Susan blurted out through her tears before he could actually ask the question.

"Will you m-wait, did you just say yes?" Peter looked up at her hopefully.

Susan nodded and smiled at him. "Yes." She said in a much softer tone now.

He took the ring out of the box and gently slipped it on her ring finger; unable to stop smiling the whole time.

"I can't believe you and I are engaged and going to America." Susan whispered as he pulled her close to him. "Wait...when are we going?"

"Two weeks?" Peter smiled sheepishly knowing that meant they'd have to get married on pretty short notice.

"Alright." Susan leaned in and started kissing him. "Works for me."

"You sure you don't mind?" Peter asked in between kisses. "That it'll have to be so soon and that I can't afford anything big?"

"Of course not." Susan assured him.

"Really?" Peter double checked.

"Peter Pevensie, I thought you were going to leave me and go to America!" Susan poked him playfully in the ribs. "That I minded. But this? This I couldn't be happier about."

"Good." Peter breathed a sigh of relief as Susan leaned forward and rested her head on his upper shoulder near his neck.

On the other side of the door, Lucy and Edmund looked at each other and smiled.

And so began the summer holidays on which this story takes place.

AN: Please don't forget to review so I know if you are interested in this being continued.