A/N: Well, I thought I was done with Susan, but apparently not. This was just a short one shot that sprang to mind, and so I wrote it down. I spell checked it, but that's about all the editing I did ;) I hope you enjoy this short bit. There's a third part coming here soon. Please review this one and let me know what you thought!

Susan stood, facing herself in the mirror and ran a hand over the elaborate curls piled atop her head. The face in the mirror was so familiar, her own, but it was also her mother's. The wedding dress cuts in at her waist, falling elegantly to the floor. She placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling.
"I never thought I would see myself like this again." She whispers, "In a beautiful dress, looking like a queen."

The bridesmaid behind her smiles, settling the simple silver circlet she chose to wear instead of a veil among Susan's curls. "What do you mean honey? You always look like a queen! No wonder John was so pleased to snap you up so fast."

Susan laughs at her American friend's accent, smiling at her in the mirror. "Just remembering games I used to play as a kid."

"I played as a queen to." Her friend informs her, stepping out of the room and into the bathroom to change into her own dress.

"But it wasn't just playing." She says quietly under her breath and a warm breath of air rolls over her, stirring the folds of her dress. There they are in the mirror, as if only yesterday. Susan looked much the same, her hair a little longer maybe, but it was so many years ago. Her white dress fell down her figure, the circlet that marked her as a queen sitting in her hair. Peter put a hand on her shoulder, coming to stand beside her.

"You look lovely Su." He whispered from the memory, leaning on his sword.

"Susan! Have you seen my gold dress?" Lucy's voice echoes down the hall.

"Mrs. Beaver has it! She's just putting the final touches on the hem." Memory Susan smiles over her shoulder to watch Lucy dash across the room, half dressed, searching for her dress. She was much older than she ever was in real life.

Peter gave her shoulder a last squeeze, and yelled for Edmund. Susan blinked, clearing her head, bringing her gaze back to the present. But they hung there in the mirror for a moment longer, looking ageless, timeless. Peter at her shoulder, leaning on his sword. Edmund at her other side, laughing, and Lucy standing just in front of her, waving cheerfully. The Bridesmaid called from the next room, and it all blew away in a shower of golden dust.

"Don't be slow Su! It's your wedding day, we can't be late!" Her friend called, and Susan laughed, taking a last glance in the mirror before heading out the door.

"I'm so proud of you, dear one." The voice comes, deep and familiar, accompanied by a rolling joy. So complete, that she can almost feel she is walking towards the throne room, that laughing Satyr's wait to greet her for just a moment, she's queen again.

"I'll never forget you know." She whispers to the empty room, "And I won't stop believing." With that, she turns to face her future, towards the church, towards John.