Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Pevensies or Narnia. I only own Kaylee.

A/N: Ok so be warned Kaylee may turn into a MarySue and I have tried to prevent that so if you do not like this then find a new story to read. Also if you do not like the original story retold with another character, again find a new story. I am aware that this has been down many times before, but, and I mean no offense, I don't really care cause sometimes instead of reading them, I like writing them. This is mostly movie based and I have no objection to reviews even if you hate the story but if it is for the reasons above I do not want to hear it. I have warned you, you know. ANYWHO, I personally think I have done a good job and I do not object to a constructive critique review. Enjoy!

Well this is the first post to my edit. It's so much better than it was before if I do say so myself. Plus Fanfiction did something weird with all my scene breaks… Don't know what's goin' on with that…. But hey, now I can fix it. :D Again review if you want to and I hope you like this just a little better than before!

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"Kaylee!" The sixteen-year-old Kaylee Turner turned, her blonde hair flinging, at the sound of her name. Her green eyes smiled with her mouth when she saw that Peter Pevensie, a blue eyed sixteen year old boy, was running to catch up with her.

"Hey, Peter. How are you?" she asked him when he was mere feet away.

"Very well, thank you." He stopped to catch his breath. "I've been calling your for the past five minutes. Why didn't you stop?"

"Sorry. I guess I didn't hear you."

"Well, maybe you should get your ears checked," he joked.

"Maybe you should be louder," she retorted. "Where are the other three?"

"They're coming." Both of them were, of course, talking about Peter's siblings, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. Lucy was the youngest, with ginger hair and her brother's icy blue eyes. She was the odd one out. She really didn't look like any of her siblings. Edmund and Susan were the middle children but Susan was older. They both had brown hair and could have been twins if not for the two year difference. This left Peter as the eldest and around the same age as Kaylee. They were neighbors and had been for eight years. Their mother's were best friends and the children were too. "Come on, you lot!" Peter called back to the younger children. "Pick up the pace! We have to be home soon or Mum will kill all of us!"

Much to the children's dismay a curfew had been assigned by their mothers. Since the war began, they were extremely careful as to when they were to be home. The air raids were all anyone could talk about and they lived in constant fear that the Germans would soon reach them. "We're coming Peter!" Susan called back, quite aware of why her brother was yelling at her.

To be honest, this whole 'Peter-becoming-the-man-of-the-house' thing that he had started when their father left to serve in the military was getting on her nerves. She was quite old enough to make choices on her own, thank you very much, and she did not need her older brother pretending to be her father. He was not, nor would he ever be.

Edmund felt quite the same way, if even worse than Susan. He was a boy, and a stubborn boy at that. If Peter told him to do one thing, he often did the opposite just to spite him. Many times it worked too. He would pick fights and say things he did not really mean just to get all of the anger he had pent up inside of him about this whole war thing out, and often Lucy became the object of his taunting.

Lucy was completely oblivious to her elder siblings' conflicts. She knew Edmund enjoyed picking on her, but her small nine-year-old spirit brushed it off and ignored it nine times out of ten. Peter telling her what to do was nothing new, as he always seemed to do so. It had just gotten a little more frequent nowadays, that's all. By no means did that mean Lucy was a stupid girl. She was in fact quite intelligent, but paid no mind to the problems of the elder folk.

Kaylee, while she was not related to the Pevensies, might as well have been. They had known each other long enough and she knew enough about her friends to be considered related. Quite a few times, she was indeed mistake for their sister. "Now, you see, you're making me late as well," Kaylee said.

"I know. I'm sorry," Peter apologized sincerely. That was one thing she adored about her best friend. He was always so sincere and always wanted to please those around him. As protective and annoying as he was, there were things she liked very much about him.

"Peter, I'm just joking." He gave her an evil look and she giggled.

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The night before the air raids had finally gotten to them. The Pevensie's mother was sending them to the country and out of the city. When Kaylee's own mother had heard about this she asked if Kaylee could come along. Helen, being who she was, said yes. "But, Mum, I don't want to go. Please, let me stay here," she begged. When he father died the two summers before, she and her mother were the only ones living at home. They had gotten so much closer than they had been in the past and Kaylee absolutely dreaded the thought of leaving her.

"No. I want you to be safe and going with the Pevensies is the safest thing now," he mother told her. "Now, pack your bags. You leave tomorrow."

"But, Mum-"

"I don't want to hear it," she spoke, cutting her daughter off. "Pack your things or go without them." At that, she left the room. Knowing that was the end of it, Kaylee went to her bedroom to pack feeling very defeated in her efforts to persuade her mother otherwise.

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The mood at the train station was very solemn. The goodbye she had said to her mother back at home was a tearful one. Kaylee had ridden to the station with her friends and their mother because her own couldn't bring herself to go. Yes, she was her daughter, but she didn't believe she would be able to let go if she actually came to see her off.

In her mind's eye she could visualize that goodbye and wished desperately it didn't have to be this way. Why did wars have to happen? They affected so many people… Shouldn't people be able to solve their problems calmly and peacefully?

"Good man," she heard Helen tell her eldest son. "All right. Off you go." And they all walked towards the train.

Lucy stopped to look back, eyes searching for her mother but Peter gently nudged her along. "Come on Lucy. Everything's going to be all right. It's going to be fine," he assured her. She looked hesitant, but followed her brother anyway.

After handing their tickets in, they boarded the train with much protest from Edmund. "Ow! Get off! I know how to get on a train by myself!" he had shouted. Arriving in the compartment, Peter lifted their suit cases and put them above their heads. There were two other children in there with them but soon got off at Goosey Station. Not a word was said the entire trip.

After what seemed like hours, the five kids arrived at their stop. The cool air was a relief on their skin after being in the stuffy train for the longest time. They were the only five to get off and hearing a car approaching, ran to the road. Unfortunately, the car drove right past them.

"The professor knew we were coming," Susan pointed out trying to assure the rest of the group that they weren't stranded there. But as far as Kaylee could see, Susan's theory was quickly falling to pieces. She crossed her arms and tried to keep the bubbling anger in her stomach at bay, but found that particular task to be nearly impossible.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled," Edmund said examining the tag on his coat.

"I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you," Kaylee spat towards Peter.

"Me? I didn't bring you here. This is not my fault," he replied forcefully.

"No, you're right. It's your stupid mum's!"

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!" Peter yelled.

"Why? If it wasn't for her, I would be at home! Not standing on the side of a dirt road, waiting for some unknown professor who probably forgot about us!" she screamed back.

"Stop it!" Susan warned stepping between the two. Before Kaylee could yell anything else, a woman approached the children on a wagon pulled by a horse. She was instructing the horse to do her bidding, and the clip clop of the hooves broke the tense silence that engulfed them.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked.

"I'm afraid so," she answered. "Is this it then? Haven't you brought anything else?"

"No, ma'am. It's just us," Peter replied staring back up at her.

"Small favors," she said with a small grin. Kaylee didn't know exactly what she meant, but she knew that she would not like this woman.

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When they arrived at the rather large country house surrounded by trees and a lovely field, they received many rules from Mrs. Macready. Some of which included no running, no shouting, and no disturbing the professor. From the tone of the house keeper, Kaylee internally decided that she would follow all said rules as to not acquire a punishment.

Later that night, the three eldest children were gathered in Lucy's room with Lucy in her bed.

"Look, Peter," Kaylee started turning off the radio. Her voice cracked from lack of use just sitting quiet for over an hour. "I didn't mean to have a go at your mum. I was just frustrated and looking for someone to blame. I'm sorry." Kaylee was genuinely apologetic and hoped that her best friend wouldn't stay mad at her.

"I know," Peter responded. "Everyone is one edge and I get it. You don't need to apologize." He gave her a small smile but Kaylee could tell it was forced. He failed to meet her gaze and the tone of his voice was a little disconcerting so she pursed her lips.

Fine she thought to herself. You want to stay angry, that's perfectly fine by me. I can go for as long as you can, buddy. Part of her mind was telling her this. The other part of her was hurt that Peter either didn't think she was being genuine or he just simply didn't care. That was another reason she swore to stay angry. She did not deal with hurt very well. "Good night then," she said a little harsher than she should have, but it was clear to Peter that she planned on staying angry just like him.

She then looked at Susan and Lucy, smiled sweetly and replied with much more brevity, "Have a good night." Walking up to Susan she whispered, "Lucy's crying." As she walked out of the room, she saw out of the corner of her eye Susan glare at Peter and glance briefly at Lucy for her brother's benefit.

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The next morning, Kaylee found herself standing next to a window watching the rain drops slide down the glass. The gloom hung heavily around the room, and everyone seemed down in the dumps. Lucy was sitting next to her, Edmund was lying on the floor with his head underneath an armchair engraving something into the bottom with a pocket knife, and Susan and Peter were sitting on the couch. "'Gastrovascular'," Susan read out of the rather large dictionary on her lap. "Come on, Peter, Kaylee. 'Gastrovascular'." Lucy gave a sigh of boredom. Not that Kaylee could blame her. This wasn't the most exciting thing to do on a rainy day. And they very well couldn't go outside because Mrs. Macready did not want mud tracked through the house and she said that the children would catch their deaths. They were forbidden to go outside.

So here they were playing this God awful game Susan had come up with. She grabbed a huge dictionary, read out a word, and the others would try to figure out what it meant by asking Susan yes or no questions. How it came to that… Kaylee didn't know.

So Kaylee sighed with the youngest Pevensie.

To make matters worse (if they could get worse, she grudgingly thought) Peter and Kaylee had barely spoken since last night. The only time either of them said a word to each other was at breakfast when Kaylee wanted the salt.

"Is it Greek?" she guessed simply to humor Susan.

"No."

"How about Latin?" Peter said, subtly rolling his eyes.

"Yes."

Edmund jumped in, "Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?" Susan slammed the dictionary shut in disgust and shot him a dangerous glare.

Lucy got up from her spot near the window and walked over to Peter. "We could play Hide and Seek," she suggested with a smile.

To this Peter replied sarcastically turning to Susan, "But we're already having so much fun." Susan rolled her eyes again and folded her arms so tightly that it was unlikely she would unwind for several years.

"Come on Peter, please! Pretty please?" Lucy said with sad face.

Peter smiled and began to count. "One, two, three, four…" Lucy squealed with delight and dashed out of the room.

"What?" Edmund said. After a few more seconds he ran off to find a hiding place like Lucy and Susan. Kaylee ran out of the room not wanting to be alone with Peter. She knew they would get into a row if she had stayed. Not to mention hide and seek wasn't really her game. She wasn't very good at it to say the least. She decided she'd go off into her room and read a book she brought with her.

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"Shut up! You think you're Dad but you're not!" Edmund voice ran throughout the quiet house and his angry footsteps banged noisily as he dashed out of the room. Kaylee groaned. Not another fight she thought. It hadn't been fifteen minutes and someone was already yelling. This was another thing that annoyed her about Peter. He always thought he was right and no matter what anyone else said, he would stick to it. Edmund didn't like this so he picked fights with him all the time. Kaylee should have been used to it by now, but she was far from it in fact. Curiosity getting the better of her, Kaylee went to investigate the source of the shouting and stomping.

As she walked down the hall Edmund stormed by her with Susan trailing right behind him. The girl was attempting to console her brother, but the boy was paying no mind and ignored her. They soon disappeared around the corner. Wow. I guess Peter made everyone angry. As she continued in the direction Ed and Susan came from Peter ran into her, literally. He failed to apologize, and Kaylee rolled her eyes. "What'd you do this time? Or was he just afraid of your temper?" Kaylee spat in retaliation.

"Shut up," Peter said back.

"Wow. You can't even go a full 24 hours without making someone angry at you. It may be a new record. Congratulations. You're now the most hated person in the entire household." Peter gave her a glare that would've melted ice and she glared back. He walked away angrily and Kaylee, forgetting why she had come down here in the first place went to cool down outside.

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Lucy, wiping her eyes, came out of the room with the wardrobe in it. Why didn't they believe me? I was telling the truth! Wasn't I? She didn't even know herself anymore. All the others thought she was playing, but she wasn't. She knew Mr. Tumnus was real. He had to be real…

As she walked out she saw Peter and Kaylee arguing down the hall. After a staring contest, they both went separate ways fuming. What's gotten into them? They used to get along so well…Confused and broken-hearted she walked to her room to mull over what had just happened. Everything seemed to be falling apart.

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A/N: All righty then. That's the end of the first edit! And I plan on posting all of them at the same time so it's not too confusing. Because that would suck. :D