Disclaimer: C. S. Lewis owns all that is Narnia. But Evelyn is mine XD

In this chapter you actually get a description of what she looks like YAY!!

The last chapter was officially crap, but thank you to the reviewers who didn't think so ;) I'm, gonna try to do better this time.

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Mrs. Pevensie kept getting smaller and smaller as the train left the station, but that didn't stop her from waving frantically to the kids she loved so much. Evelyn Leonard- Jamieson brought her arm back into the compartment, shut the window and sighed. Well, there's no turning back now. She remembered the goodbyes with a little pang and looked at Lucy. Poor kid. She and Peter had had to hold Lucy's hands and coax her to get onto the train.

flashback

"Attention Children and evacuation staff... Attention, would all parents ensure that their children have the appropriate identification papers" blared the loudspeaker, giving out instructions for the mothers and fathers who were sending their children away to the country with broken hearts, not knowing if they would die without seeing their kids one last time, wondering if they would get to see their children grow up, for even if the war lasted only two years, they would miss a preteen's transition into a teenager or other such important events in a young person's life.

Lucy turned to her mother with a sad little face, tugging at the ticket attached to her little coat.

"You need to keep this on, darling. All right? You warm enough? Good girl" comforted Mrs. Pevensie, reluctant to make the final goodbyes.

Evelyn noticed Peter looking wistfully at the young men dressed in their sharp military uniforms and sighed. She knew that he had been counting on joining them in a year, when he would be old enough, and now he would have no chance to in the English countryside where they were to be staying. Not that she was complaining. She would rather have him where he could be near to her, not in some foreign country in danger of being killed by a stray bullet...or a not so stray. But it had always been his dream to join the Royal Navy, ever since she had known him, wanting to follow after his grandfather, as his father was in the Royal Air Force. She looked at Peter. I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You are my rock she thought desperately. Evelyn tried to imagine life without Peter. There would be no more of his goodhearted teasing, no more of his smiles that made her feel strangely faint, no more of his comforting presence, or his cute disgruntled moods when she beat him in football (soccer, chaps, soccer) yet again. No, of course his smiles don't make me weak at the knees and no, I don't think it's cute when he's disgruntled. Course not. Right. His disgruntledness makes me annoyed, and his smiles are nothing special. Stop kidding yourself, hissed her subconscious, his smiles make you positively drool all over yourself, and his disgruntledness makes you want to jump on the boy and rain kisses all over his face until his mood goes away. No it does not! growled Evelyn back, you just have a strange asphyxiation with him, I do not. And I'm not schitzo either so go way you little bugger. Silience. Good.

Still, she wouldn't be able to function normally with Peter off to war, or worse, dead. It made her shudder to even think about it. She was shaken out of her reverie with Edmund's surly comment of "If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go."

"If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go" spat back Peter, fed up with his brother's complaints. Evelyn wholeheartedly understood his irritation at this point.

"You will listen to you brother, won't you Edmund?" Mrs. Pevensie asked Edmund worriedly, "Promise me you'll look after the others" she directed at Peter.

"I will, Mum"

"Good man."

"All aboard, All aboard!" shouted the supervisors of the boarding of the train.

"All right, off you go" said Mrs. Pevensie.

"Mummy!" Lucy enveloped her mother in a hug, not willing to leave.

"Oh, darling, be brave for me. Can you do that?"

Lucy nodded uncertainly.

"That's my little trooper."

"May I have your tickets please? Tickets, please" said the supervisor again, trying to get Peter's attention.

"Peter, pay attention!" Susan hissed, snatching his tickets and handing them to the lady.

"That's right, on you go."

"Yes, thank you."

" Come on Lu, it's time to get on the train. The train ride will be fun, you'll see. You can see the pretty countryside if you get a good seat in the compartment. So whatd'ya say? Want to go and get a good seat?" Evelyn asked, holding her little hand and trying to distract her from the fact that she was leaving her mummy for the first time.

"Come on Lucy, we've got to stick together now. Everything's gonna be all

right. It's gonna be fine... it's gonna be fine." Peter said as if trying to reassure himself, grabbing her other hand and smiling at Evelyn as she cast him a grateful glance over Lucy's brown little head. That smile squealed her subconscious, refusing to be silenced. Oh shut it, you.

They got Lucy to board the train and they all found a compartment through which they could say goodbye to Mrs. Pevensie, calling out that they would write, that they loved her, and that they would miss her terribly.

end flashback

She turned her ocean blue eyes to the inside of the compartment and to her friends.

"Do you think Mum will be okay without us?"

"Don't worry Su, I'm sure she'll be fine. She did fine before we were even born, so I'm sure she'll be fine now" Peter reassured.

Evelyn stood up suddenly.

"Pete can I talk to you in private for a minute?"

"Sure Evie."

They walked out of the compartment and into an empty one. Evelyn plopped down on the seat with a whoosh coming from the fabric of the seat from the sudden weight. Peter sat down beside her and faced her with concerned eyes.

"What's up? Is there something wrong?" he asked, his mind instantly envisioning her suddenly getting a letter that her parents had been killed in a battle, or telling him that she had contracted a deadly disease like malaria or tuberculosis or... Paranoid. You're just paranoid he told himself firmly.

Evelyn took a deep breath.

"It's nothing like that" she assured him. "I just want to say that I'm sorry for yelling at you the other night. I know you're just upset about your dad leaving and it wasn't fair of me to say those things. Though, I'm pretty sure that the sound of bombs dropping all around us didn't help the stress either" she said wryly.

"Oh, Evie, you know I've already forgiven you. I could never stay mad at you for long. After all, if I was mad at you all the time I wouldn't be able to tease you about the time when you decided that you wanted to be a mud monster when you grew up, and after it had rained you jumped in the mud and got yourself covered in the stuff" he chuckled "You came in the house sopping wet, covered from head to toe in mud, and both of our mums screamed like banshees, asking you what in the world you had been thinking."

"Ugh, come on, when will you let that go? I was only 6 and if I remember correctly, it was you who told me that a mud monster was just the thing to be, and said that if I was a mud monster I could make mud pies out of myself" she whined, but with a ridiculous grin on her face as she remembered the incident, swatting at Peter's shoulder.

"Hmmm, yes but you were the one who believed me" he replied catching her small hand in his larger one and holding it captive. She pinched the inside of his palm.

"Ouch! So, you want to play like that, do you?" he said mischievously.

Evelyn squeaked and tried to dive to the other side of the compartment, but he caught her waist, hauled her back to him and pinned her down, tickling her mercilessly.

"Oo, Oo, Ssstooop!" she gasped between giggles.

"But you wounded me, fair lady! Now you have to pay for it! If you say you're sorry and won't ever do it again then I may be able to forgive you and I'll stop."

"Never! And I'm not a fair lady, I'm a knight, you knave" she choked out indignantly.

"Well then, I guess I shall have to punish you more!"

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and I'll never do it again!"

"See, now that wasn't so hard" Peter said smugly. But inside he was not so smug. She was doing funny things to his gut, causing it to flip-flop and all of the blood rush to his lower regions. The sight of Evelyn laying there with her cheeks flushed and her hair awry made him think of other activities that might make her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed from his fingers entwining into it... What are you thinking! This is Evelyn! She only thinks of you as a friend, so don't ruin it, you stupid git! This was perhaps only the second time that this had happened to him with Evelyn as the object, and he had ignored it, hoping it would go away, but it seemed as if it refused to. He felt himself become flushed. Think of the kings of England. Henry I, then Stephen, then Henry II, then Richard I ... Peter jumped up off of the seat as if scalded. Evelyn peered up at him, sitting up slowly.

"Are you alright?"

"Ahem, yes fine, I'm fine"

"Okaaay..."

Peter sat back down slowly.

"Oh! I wanted to talk to you about something else, but you cruelly interrupted with that torture. I had a strange dream last night. I had the same one the night of the last air raid and again last night."

Peter looked up thoughtfully, jumping for a chance to distract himself from these feelings that he did not normally associate with Evie, all former discomfort momentarily forgotten.

"What was the dream about?"

"Well it always starts off the same; I'm in a forest covered with snow, as if there had just been a blizzard and I walk along slowly, but not really paying attention, as if I know where I am going. I come to the mouth of a huge cave, and inside of it is a great lion, with golden velvet paws, and a light tawny mane and coat. But I'm not afraid. I never am when I meet Him."

"Wait, you mean you've met him before these two dreams?" Peter interrupted.

"Well—yes" she said sheepishly. "I've been having dreams about Him since before I can remember. But these two dreams were different. Usually, He talks to me and I forget what was said the next morning, but these past two times I remembered. He said 'I will see you soon, come quickly, my dear.' What is that supposed to mean? For one lions aren't supposed to talk, and second, how am I supposed to go somewhere that I don't even know the location of?"

"You mean you've been having recurring dreams of a lion since you were little and you never told me?!?"

"Yes" jabbed Evelyn back in annoyance. "But only because before, there was no reason to tell you. So what? I have dreams of lions. I know people who dream once ever couple of months that they can fly. It's not that strange. But now He says He's going to be seeing me and I can't help but wonder if that may be true."

"Well, a dream is just a dream right? I mean it's not like He's going to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and Bob's your uncle, kidnap you just like that is He? I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. I wouldn't think about it anymore."

"Weeeell...alright. I hope you're right."

She sighed and fiddled with her hands in her lap. Peter took one and squeezed it reasuringly.

"Hey, it'll be alright. If you have another dream and wake up and need someone to talk to, just come and wake me up and we'll talk about it. Or I could distract you with something if you need."

I can think of some things I could distract you with. Peter squashed the traitorous thought down and mentally scowled at his subconscience for saying it. Hey, you had to cut him some slack, he was a seventeen year old boy and at least he wasn't purposely thinking about these things.

"Thanks Peter, I'm sure that will help. But enough of this serious subject, there has been way too many of them lately. Let's go back into the compartment with the others, as I'm sure they've been wondering where we've gotten to. Maybe we can find a game to play to drag everyone out of their melancholy."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Lead the way...Milady"

"Ohhh, you, you, ugh! You had better watch out Pete or you may find this 'Lady's' foot up your arse" she teased with a posh accent, flicking her chestnut hair over her shoulder in mock arrogance, strutting out of the compartment door with her small, pert nose up in the air.

"Are you threatening your loyal knight, Fair Lady? That is very untoward of you" said Peter in a mock indignant tone, following her out of the compartment.

"If you were loyal, you would be flattering me and picking flowers for me, not making me annoyed with you, you stupid git."

"Ah, here we are, Milady. Here is your royal train compartment and try not to trip on the nonexistent bump in the floor" he teased, ignoring her comment, opening the door with a flourish.

There came cries of "Where have you been?" and "We've been waiting for half an hour!" from the three occupants of the compartment. Evelyn and Peter stepped inside sheepishly and closed the compartment door behind them and sitting down.

"Sorry, we lost track of the time while we were talking."

"More like they were making eyes at each other" spat Edmund rudely.

"No, actually Peter was just helping me with a problem I had lately."

"Well, whatever it was can we settle it later and please get some lunch from the Deli car? I'm starving" exclaimed Susan, getting up and smoothing down her skirt.

"Yeah, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse! Or even an elephant!" agreed Lucy, rubbing her stomach in hunger.

"Okay, let's go. When we get back do you all want to play a game? This train ride is boring enough and we still have about three more hours until we get to our stop" said Peter, leading the way down the hall toward the Deli car.

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After lunch, they were all feeling a bit more friendly from having full bellies and they decided they would play a game called "Animal, Vegetable, Mineral" tomake the train ride more interesting. They passed the time in ways such as this, changing games when the one they had been playing got boring, and distracting each other from their troubled thoughts. For the first time in a long time, Ed was not in one of his moods, Lucy's mind was off leaving her mother, and Susan was happily joining in their games instead of sitting off to the side and watching. But Peter and Evelyn found it harder to concentrate that the others did, both occupied with thoughts of dreams of being in the Royal Navy and a different kind of dream of a certain lion respectively. But besides that they were perfectly content and allowed themselves to hope that perhaps their future wouldn't be so bleak after all, so long as they had each other. And I, as one who knows what will happen, am happy to assure them that they were right. At least after the initial life- endangering events.

MWAHAHAHAHA...you thought they would be happy immediately didn't you? Well sorry but they gotta go through some stuff first :D but they'll be happy in the end I promise.

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