A/N: Whoa! Two updates in one day! Well, not really. I wrote the first chapter yesterday, but didn't get around to publishing it till this morning. I wrote and edited this one over the last few hours. I was desperately afraid I'd lose the idea for this scene, so I wanted to write it out of my system. Hopefully you all like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, etc, etc, I'm not gaining anything from these stories, etc, etc.


She froze when she heard the handle of the door begin to turn…

"Su! There you are! I've been looking everywhere!" Lucy said, and Susan let out the breath she'd been holding. Thank goodness it was only Lucy.

"Hello Lu. I was just… ah…" she began, and Lucy shook her head.

"I think I can guess why you're up here… hiding in the broom closet." Lucy said, stepping into the already cramped space and shutting the door behind her. Lucy settled down on the opposite wall, between two mops. The room was so small her knees were pressed right up against Susan's. Susan sighed, looking sheepishly up at Lucy.

"I can't believe is did that." she finally whispered. Lucy extracted her arm from one of the mops and patted Susan's knee.

"I can. I see the way you look at him." Lucy replied softly. Susan gave a small smile.

"If only I knew how he felt about me." she said. Lucy blinked several times in a row very quickly, giving Susan a mad urge to laugh.

"You don't?" she asked. Susan stared at her.

"How would I know how he feels? We've never talked about it or anything…" she said. Lucy shook her head.

"And they say I'm the ignorant child… Have you not seen the way he looks at you? Seriously, Peter was starting to consider telling him off for it." she said.

"I suppose… but I've had a lot of suitors Lu. It's hard to tell the difference between the honorable ones and those not quite so honorable." Susan said, shuddering lightly at an old memory. Stupid Rabadash…..

"Believe me Su, he's different. You should have seen his face after you took off! Like he had died and gone to Aslan's country. He didn't really have any time to react though. The people in the courtyard lost their minds over it. There was talk of heirs, weddings, and various other topics that made Peter go pale, then turn red, blue and finally purple. Only Ed had the sense to thump him on the back a few times, get him to start breathing again." Lucy said, chuckling at the memory. Susan, on the other hand, was quite frozen, inwardly shouting at herself for being so idiotic.

"Stupid, stupid…" she finally said, and Lucy looked immediately concerned.

"Did you… not want to kiss him?" she asked, her concern quickly turning to confusion.

"No, not at all, it's just… maybe kissing him in the middle of a courtyard full of people wasn't the best move." Susan replied. A knowing expression crossed Lucy's features.

"Probably. You also probably shouldn't have kissed him in front of Peter and Edmund." she stressed. Susan put her face in her hands.

"Ugh, I know! Peters going to go into over-protective mode, and Edmund's going to laugh at me." she said. Lucy snickered. "What could possibly be funny about that?" Susan snapped, glaring at her. Lucy laughed again, then started speaking.

"Well, you're right about Edmund. He's been tormenting Caspian relentlessly, and the poor guy still has no idea what happened. He's wandering the halls with this blank expression on his face. I'm not sure if it's sad or funny." she replied. Susan sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

"He's in… well… lets call it like a trance. And every so often, he touches his lips. That's usually when Ed starts to tease him, but it's like he can't hear. Totally ignores it. Which is unusual for Caspian. Usually he has some equally witty remarked all lined up to put Edmund in his place. This silence thing is inflating Ed's already rather large ego when it comes to puns." Lucy said.

"So what are you saying?" Susan asked, knowing where this conversation was beginning to go, and not liking it one bit.

"Come on, you broke him, you have to fix him. Go talk to Caspian!" she said. Susan shook her head back and forth so quickly, she almost gave herself whiplash.

"Not right now!" she shouted, and both girls covered their ears. The sound was almost bouncing off the walls of the tiny broom closet.

"Su, don't shout in here! And you do realize it's going to be pretty much impossible to avoid him forever. We live here now. And it's probably because of you." Lucy said. Susan, who had been looking at her knees, snapped her head up to meet Lucy's eyes.

"You think so? See that's what I was thinking when I, you know, kissed him." she said, finishing in a whisper. Lucy nodded.

"Why else would Aslan let us stay? He knew if he separated you and Caspian, neither of you would ever be really happy. And that's his main concern, our happiness." Lucy said. Susan could only look at her in awe. For someone so young, Lucy was extremely wise.

"Wow Luce, that was actually very deep. Are you sure you're only eleven?" Susan asked, a teasing tone entering her voice.

"Oh, look who's talking! 'The bravest queen in all of Narnia', and you're hiding in the broom closet!" she shot back, but she was smiling. Susan couldn't help but smile in return.

"Hey, I was making it up as I went along. I knew everyone would check my chambers, or the kitchens, but who would check this musty old broom closet? Speaking of, why did you check this closet?" Susan asked, suddenly curious.

"Oh, right! I offered to come and get a broom for one of my ladies-maids. I guess I should bring it to her." Lucy said, leaning over to throw open the door. With great difficulty (and a few trodden-on fingers and toes) Lucy managed to extract herself from the little closet.

"Of all the broom closets in this castle, why ever did you pick this one?" Susan asked, stepping out of the closet and grabbing the broom for Lucy.

"I don't know. This just seemed like the place to go. And I suppose it was." Lucy replied, taking the broom and linking arms with her older sister.

"Well, thank you for the company. And getting me to come out of the cupboard. My leg was starting to fall asleep." Susan replied, as they made their way to the stairwell.

"You going to talk to Caspian?" Lucy asked as they began descending the stairwell.

"Goodness, no! Not right now at least. Maybe later today… or tomorrow… perhaps next week…" Susan thought, and Lucy shook her head.

"You'll have to face him eventually, whether you want to or not. All five of us are expected to take audiences tomorrow at two o'clock. So unless you desire to sit through the most awkward and uncomfortable round of audiences ever, I suggest you speak to him at some point before then." Lucy said. Susan bit her lip. Shoot. She had completely forgotten about audiences tomorrow. Stupid requirements of a queen. She sighed.

"I guess…" she said, and Lucy grinned.

"Excellent. Now, as far as I know, the boys are in the war room. You should be in the clear getting back to your chambers. I'll see you at dinner?" Lucy said, and irresistible smile on her face. Susan hadn't intended to attend dinner with everyone else, but Lucy was near impossible to refuse.

"Yes, I'll see you at dinner." she replied. Lucy smiled, hugged her, and took of down the corridor, to give her waiting ladies-maid the broom. Susan moved in the opposite direction, obsessively checking corners the whole way back to her chambers. Thankfully, she didn't run into a single living soul the whole way there.


A/N: Ta-da! A chapter that took place in a broom closet almost the entire time. I thought it was funny... Any who, there you have it. The mythical second chapter. The third one is going to take a while, let me tell you now. I already had the first two preplanned out in my head. I have no idea how I'm going to go about the rest of the story. So, be patient please! Also, reviews are nice! they make me smile!

A/N 2: Incase anyone was wondering, I changed up their ages a bit. I don;t really remember who old everyone was supposed to be in the books or films, so I made up my own ages...

Peter:18

Susan:17

Edmund:13

Lucy: 11 (almost 12)

Caspian: 19

So, yeah! There you have it!