The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobes
Chapter 2: The Pevensie Family's New Guests
It was August 20th 1940, people were running for their lives. One family was lucky enough to have a basement by their house.
"PETER GET EDMUND! SUSAN GET LUCY! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" Mrs. Pevensie yelled to her eldest son and daughter.
"Edmund, come on we have to go." Peter said to his little brother.
"Lucy, come with me. Mom is ready to get out. Don't worry about a thing." Susan said to her little sister, who was under her blankets scared as scared can be.
The four siblings and their mother ran for their lives for the hatch that led to their basement. Right as the got there Edmund decided to go back to the house
"What do you think you are doing? Come back." Mrs. Pevensie yelled at her youngest son.
"Don't worry mum. I will go get him." Peter said as he too turned and ran back to the house. Edmund ran for their living room. He reached on top of the mantle and got a photo. The photo was of a man in a military uniform.
"What do you think you'r doing?" Peter asked. Before Edmund could respond a bomb came down.
"WATCH OUT!" Peter shouted (at Edmund) as Peter pulled Edmund down with one swipe of his arm. The glass window shattered right behind them.
"Come on, lets go." Peter said. The two boys where headed out along the path to the hatch. Right as the got half way there they collided with two people.
"Whoever you are come on," Peter said to the two people he ran into. The four of them ran in to the hatch and Peter slammed the hatch door shut.
"Monica, I don't think we landed by Big Ben." The boy that Peter had ran into said,
"Gee Tim, ya think?" Monica said to her boyfriend. The Pevensie family just looked at these two kids and wanted to know what they where talking about.
"Who are you? And how did you appear right in front of me back there?" Peter asked. Tim looked at Peter up and down. Peter had some dirty blond hair, even though it was mostly blond. He was very tall, most likely 16 years old.
"Sorry about that. With time travel you can't quite predict where you will show up. Oh I am Tim Christ, and this is my girl friend Monica bower." Tim said.
"Time travel? You're joking, right?" Edmund asked.
"Not joking one bit, sir." Monica said. Tim and Monica looked the whole Pevensie family up and down. The youngest girl had dirty red hair. She looked short, maybe around "4, 9'. The oldest must be the mother in the corner. She looked like she once had red hair, but that changed to brown like the look of her youngest. Peter looked like he was the oldest son. The other girl looked like she could be 13-14 years old, she had long brown hair.
The next one they looked at seemed to be between the youngest and the eldest sister.
"So what are your names?" Tim asked.
"This is Edmund, I am Peter." Peter said
"I am Susan and this one here is Lucy." The older-looking girl said.
"I am Joann Pevensie." The older looking woman said.
"It's nice to meet you all. Sorry for the way we showed up. Peter. I hope we did not hurt you too badly." Tim said.
"Don't worry about it. Is it true that you time traveled?" Peter asked.
"Yes it's true. We come from the year 2006. My uncle built a time machine. We are the first human time travelers. Our destination was Big Ben, but as you can see we missed by a bit." Monica said.
"Why did you come back to this time of war?" Mrs. Pevensie asked.
"Well I have always wanted to see what WWII was really like." Tim said.
"Well this is it." Peter said.
"Is there war in your time?" Lucy asked.
"Yes there is. The only down side is the leader of our country started it. The war is in Iraq. We come from the United States of America." Tim said.
"There is not much to tell about the war, other than the only reason we went to war is because our leader wanted the oil from the country. He called his reason for going over there "Operation Iraqi Liberation. Our troops have been over there for at least four years. About million people have died in the war over there." Monica added.
"That sounds very bad. Your president went there just for motor oil? How sad," Susan said.
"Well that's life for us." Tim said.
"well tomorrow the now six of you will be going to the country side to Professor Lewis home until the air attacks are over here. Now let's all get some sleep" Joann said. As the night went on, it got harder and harder to sleep. The air attacks just kept coming. Kabam! Kabam! Kabam! Came the closest attack to where the seven of them where. Kabam! Kabam! Kabam! They kept coming, over and over. It was a miracle if anyone got any sleep that night. The following morning Tim was the first to wake up after a night of very little sleep. He turned to his girl friend Monica and just watched her sleep.
"See anything you like?" Monica asked. With this Tim jumped back. He did not expect Monica to say that.
"Well no. I mean yes, yes. I don't know." Tim said looking like an idiot. Monica had played with his mind.
"Well use this as a lesson not to look at me when I am asleep." Monica said.
"Ok. Take this as a lesson: never sleep with other men around that can look at you, or they will." Tim said in a point taken voice. Monica was not happy with Tim's come back so to try to get him back she gave him a hit on the head. The hit was like what special agent Gibbs would do to special agent Denoso, on the show NCIS.
"Hay, what was that for?" Tim asked.
"That was for beating me at my own game." Monica said
"That was so not cool. Did you watch NCIS?" Tim asked.
"Yes I did. I learned how to do that from the show. I take it you watched NCIS to?" Monica asked.
"Honestly Monica do I even need to answer that." Tim said as he gave his girl friend the same type of hit on the head.
"Kids break it up." A voice came from behind them. This was the first time Tim and Monica looked around the basement. There where six small pads to sleep on, twenty four blankets. The basement was quite small.
"Good morning, Mrs. Pevensie," Tim said.
"Good morning indeed," Mrs. Pevensie replied.
"Mom, may I go check out the house? I would like to see if my room is still there," came the soft voice of Lucy.
"Why sure you can, but only if Tim and Monica go with you." Mrs. Pevensie said to her youngest daughter. Lucy led the way to the house. Outside the air was crisp and cool. You could see your own breath. The smell of gunpowder still in the air, along with the stench of German bombers. This was the way most mornings where in the places near London in WWII.
"Lucy, wait up for us." Tim said to Lucy, who was already at the front door of her home.
"Sorry. Am I going to fast for you time travelers?" Lucy asked with a smirk on her face.
"Well, yes and we are also trying to see what's around us. Its not every day we come here now is it." Monica said.
"Sorry about that. I am just a little worried about my room." Lucy said. Tim and Monica decided to go into the house and look around later. Lucy opened the door and stepped in side followed by Tim and Monica. The hallway was as dusty as if it had not been used for at least ten years. Through a doorway Tim could see a blown window, and broken furniture. The whole house was old fashioned. More old fashion than Tim and Monica thought it would be.
"You two come this way," Lucy called from the landing for the stairs. Lucy led the way up to the second floor of the house. The second floor was even dustier than the first. Lucy showed them her room. It was small; it had one bed, one desk for school work, and a wardrobe for her clothes.
"Well what do you think?" Lucy asked.
"Small, but nice." Tim said. Lucy then showed Tim and Monica her brothers rooms and Susan's room. The three of them then went back out side to find the other children awake and ready to go.
"How does the house look, Luc?" Peter asked.
"It looks fine. The only damage is what you can see from here." Lucy said.
"Shall we go to King's Cross Station then?" Mrs. Pevensie asked.
"Yes we shall." Susan said speaking for the rest of them.
Once at King's Cross Station, Mrs. Pevensie got the children their tickets.
"Now Lucy, be brave. The war will not go on much longer, and listen to your brothers," Mrs. Pevensie said to loosie as she turned her attention to Edmund. "Edmund listen to Peter. Do whatever he says to do," she then turned her attention to Susan. "Cooperate with Peter. Do whatever he says to do as long it's with in reason," and then she turned to Peter. "Peter watch out for your siblings and this couple from the future," lastly she turned to Tim and Monica. "You two, I may not know you that well, but I need you to listen to my eldest son Peter. He is the oldest out of all of you. I hope to see you again." Mrs. Pevensie said. With Mrs. Pevensie's good byes the kids boarded the train. It was a small train with not a lot of people on it. Most mothers had already sent their kids away to avoid the war. The six of them found an empty compartment and sat down inside it. Tim pulled out his ipod and turned it to some Harry Potter music.
"What is that you got there?" Lucy asked.
"This is my iPod music player. It's from the future." Tim said.
"Basically you put music into it using a future item called a computer. A computer is a device that holds a lot of information. Here I have a laptop computer right here in my book bag." Monica explained as Tim listened to his iPod which was playing "Do the Hippogriff" from "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire".
"Wow that looks so cool." Lucy said. Monica then explained how the computer worked.
"Now if you move your finger around on this pad the "mouse" will move on the screen." Monica said.
"Why do they call it the "mouse"?" Susan asked. Monica thought about this for a minute before she answered.
"I honestly don't know why it's called a mouse." Monica said.
"Ok what if I wanted to write up a paper for school. What would I do on the computer?" Peter asked.
"You would open a blank document and start typing." Monica said.
"Can you play games on the computer?" Lucy asked.
"Yes you can. You can do basically anything with a computer. In fact there is something called the World Wide Web or WWW for short. The World Wide Web or Internet for short. Using the internet you can look up anything. There millions of websites on the internet. Gaming sites, research sites, fan sites. There is pretty much a website for anything and every thing. You can even shop on the internet." Monica explained.
"What other cool things could we see if we where in the future?" Edmund asked.
"All sorts of things. One thing is movie theaters, televisions or TV for short, high tech cameras, and so on and so on. The list is endless." Monica said.
"That sounds so cool." Lucy said. Toward the end of the ride Tim spoke up.
"Monica has told you so much about our future, how about you now telling about your family. Like where is your father?" Tim asked.
"Tim, you have been listening to our talk?" Monica asked.
"Yes I have. Even with the volume at full blast. I know it has not seemed like I have been listing to you but I have." Tim said a little triumphantly. It had looked like Tim had been half asleep and listening to his iPod, because he has been in a sleeping position and his eyes have been closed.
"Well there is not much to tell about us. Our father has gone off to war and we have not heard from him in about a month." Lucy said in a sad voice.
"War is never good. We can only hope for our leaders to not to get us into war. Unfortunately we don't have much of a choice if someone attacks us first, because then we have to defend our nation and that could mean going to war." Peter said.
"Before the war things where so nice. On Sundays we would go to church and have a day of rest. During the week we would go to school and have fun. Now I wish I could go back to all of that. Yes going to church was a pain, but I would trade it for the war any day." Susan said happily. Hearing the kids talk about their family and the life they had before the war made Tim happy with himself. After about 30 minuets more, the train slowed down to a stop. It was their stop. The children got off of the train and got onto a small platform in the middle of nowhere. All there was, was a bench, a small wooden bench.
"Monica, Susan, Lucy, go sit down we will stand." Peter said to the girls.
"Hey Peter, what about us? What do we do?" Edmund complained.
"We stand. It is only right for the girls to sit. Did they not teach you anything about being polite?" peter asked his brother annoyed. It was a hot English day. The sun was right above them. About half 30 minuets later a hose-drown cart came along. In the cart was an elderly woman. Her hair was as silver as a silver bell. She looked at the children.
"Children it's been a long time." Came the strict, but gentle voice of Mrs. Mecreety. She did not look like the type of woman you would want to cross. She had on a pair of half moon spectacles, and a grave face.
"We know. It has been far too long," Peter said "oh and theses are two others that will be with us. They fell in last night." Peter indicated the two others.
"Hi I'm Tim Christ, and this is my girl friend Monica Bower." Tim said, as he stepped forward.
"Well then shall we get a move on?" The old lady said. With that the six children got onto the cart and they started to the home of Professor Lewis. It was a nice ride to the house. Tim listened to his ipod and closed his eyes. It was a wooden cart so Tim was glad he had his ipod or else the ride would be the worst thing in the whole world. About fifteen minuets into the ride he felt someone nudge him in the side.
"Yes what is it?" He asked to no one in particular.
"The house is coming into view and I think you should see it." Monica said into his ear. Tim opened his eyes to the sight of trees and a huge stone mansion. It was three story's high. Two minuets they where at the door of the house.