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Chapter 2

Awkward Family Drama

Jane awoke slowly, getting up into a sitting position just as slowly, trying to remember what in God's name happened to her.

Pevensies; hide and seek; Lucy; wardrobe door slamming into her face.

Ah, there I am, I remember now.

A male laughter came through the wardrobe door practically rumbling like a growl; Jane whipped her head only to regret doing that. She got herself up and was just turning the knob to be once again knocked to the floor by a door and a Pevensie, Peter to be exact.

"Jane! I am so sorry!" Peter said getting into the room and helping the groaning Jane.

"What is with this bloody house and its bloody doors? They're trying to bloody kill me!" Jane groaned, rubbing her head pouting a bit.

She looked up at Peter and saw three of him. "Whoa, I never knew there were triplets of each of ye."

Peter kneeled down to her height and checked her head before putting it between her legs.

"Wait until there are only two feet under you." he ordered before checking her head again.

"But I don't want to." Jane whined.

Peter shook his head chuckling while the others tried to smother it. Lucy was on her the second Jane was alright; Jane thanked the lord that there wasn't so many Pevensies.

"Jane! Tell them! Tell them I've been gone for hours." Jane told her.

Jane blinked at her. "Munchkin, ye went in for ten seconds flat before bursting through and slamming the wardrobe door into me face."

Lucy's face saddened, then Jane remembered something. "However, as I was becoming conscious, I heard laughter coming from the wardrobe if that means anything to ye."

Lucy's eyes widened along with her smile. "Really?"

Jane was nodding before trying to get up, wobbling a little before being steadied by Peter.

"Lucy, she was just smacked hard against the door, she could have hallucinated the laughter from the wardrobe." Susan said.

Jane narrowed her eyes at Susan.

"No! Go and see for yourself!" Lucy said before opening the door for them.

Edmund and Susan went into the wardrobe to check things out while Lucy told Peter and Jane about a land called Narnia and a Faun named Mr. Tumnus. After her explanation, Jane couldn't help but believe the little munchkin, for the way she described Narnia sounded so real to her. Peter on the other hand, shook his head.

"Hold on Lu. We don't all have your imagination." he told her, looking doubtful.

Susan and Edmund came out of the wardrobe before Lucy could say anything, looking rather satisfied.

"The only wood in there is the back of the wardrobe." Susan reported to them.

Lucy was practically screaming at them now. "But I wasn't imaging it!"

Susan turned to her little sister with a threatening look in her eyes. "That's enough Lucy!"

"Hey now, there is no need to raise yer voice." Jane said, frowning at Susan before holding Lucy away from her siblings.

Lucy gave them a half scared and half bewildered look on her face, she turns to -of all people- Edmund. "Do you believe me?"

Jane and the older Pevensies watched Edmund with a raised eyebrow; somehow, Jane had a feeling this was not going to end well.

Edmund smiles. "Of course I believe you."

"You do?" Lucy asked happily.

"Do you?" Jane asked doubtfully.

"Yeah," Edmund answered, making Lucy smile. "Didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the bathroom cupboard?"

'I knew it.' Jane thought rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Lucy's smile withered, Peter glares at Edmund. "Oh will you just stop?"

"I was just joking." Edmund defended himself.

"You just have to make everything worse don't you!" Peter shouted.

"It doesn't take one person to make it worse Peter." Jane replied.

Jane felt Lucy grab her hand as Peter and Susan glared at her for a moment before looking back to Edmund. Jane looked down to Lucy to see her looking very upset, but then again, Jane would have been to, if none of her family believed in her.

Edmund's face turned red with rage as he stepped up to Peter and shouted. "Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're not!"

As Edmund stormed off, Susan looked over to Peter, exasperated. "Well, that was nicely handled."

"You didn't do any better." Jane mumbled.

Susan narrowed her eyes at Jane before running after Edmund. Lucy looked up to Peter, still looking hopeful, it made Jane twinge.

"But, it really was there." She said.

Peter looks at Lucy for a moment before shaking his head. "Susan's right, enough is enough Lu."

As Peter left the room, Jane and Lucy found themselves alone in the room. With Jane's other hand, she rubbed her poor bruises on her head and winced to the touch of her own hand. She felt Lucy hugging her waist, and she looked down to the crying little girl before her.

"You believe me, don't you?" Lucy asked, sniffling.

'Oh bother.' Jane groaned mentally before kneeling down to Lucy's height and looked Lucy straight into her eyes.

Jane brought Lucy in the first hug she has ever given besides Silas. "It doesn't really matter on if I or yer siblings believe it Lucy, what is important is that ye believe it."

"I do, but do you believe me?" Lucy asked.

Jane thought of it for a while before answering. "Aye Lucy, I do."

Lucy gave Jane the biggest smile before launching herself onto Jane and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Ewww! Kooties!" Jane said in disgust before rubbing the kiss off her cheek with a grossed out scowl.

Lucy giggled before running out of the room with a smile on her face. As Jane finished cleaning her cheek of spit, she looked up to see Susan leaning against the door frame, looking at Jane with her own scowl.

"Why did you have to go and encourage her?" Susan asked, looking annoyed.

"Well, none of her siblings were being supportive so I thought-" Jane was interrupted.

"That's the problem isn't it? You. Thought." Susan said.

Jane frowned at her. "Ye are being a hypocrite you know?"

"When I think Jane, it is logic, what you thought, was not logic, only filling Lucy's head with things." Susan snarled as she walked closer to Jane. "In fact, I bet it was you that told of this Narnia nonsense!"

Jane glared at Susan. "Me thoughts, is none of yer concern Susan, and excuse me if I thought family gives a benefit of the doubt when their most honest family member say something that couldn't be possible but still be there for them."

She shook her head. "What I think Susan, is that ye and yer brother are acting like adults, when Edmund and Lucy need their brother and sister, not a mom and dad. Edmund was right about one thing; Ye may think ye are their mom, but yer not!"

"It's none of your business of how I or Peter treat Edmund and Lucy Jane, you're not a part of our family and anyone else's and you'll never be! So bug off!" Susan yelled as she left the room.

Jane stared at the door way in a daze; her bottom lip wobbled as she felt that pain in her heart, the sharp pierce of loneliness. Jane cursed as she felt tears forming in her eyes. She slowly walked down the now quiet hallway of the manor and headed outside without even bringing a coat or a book into the cold rain. She thought about how she treated everyone before her Dad left her at the orphanage, she knew she was a bit sarcastic and a little bit of a know-it-all girl, but not as bad as Susan.

"No wonder I never got adopted." Jane choked out.

Jane stood in the middle of the rain, looking up to the sky as rain and tears cascaded down her face. She was about to let go of the tears when she heard a horse ninny from her left. She looked and saw it was the stables, the one Mrs. Macready had warned them not to go near. Ignoring the warning, Jane dragged her feet towards the stables, when she opened the door; she stared in wonder as all the horses popped their heads out of their stalls to look at her.

When she closed the door with a sniffle, she wiped her tears with her soaking wet sleeve as she walked by the stalls. The horses she passed either snorted or nibbled at her, but she paid no mind. That is until one of the horse actually bit her shoulder, she turned to the said horse, about to yell at it when she saw it.

It was a pure black stallion in front of her, she looked to the plaque on the door of the stall; Castiel. Looking back at the horse, and into his dark eyes, they looked sad.

"What's wrong Castiel?" Jane asked, petting him. "Are other horses being mean to ye as well."

Castiel nickered as he turned his head to the left. Jane followed his gaze and saw a cinnamon colored mare, watching the two of them in curiosity.

"She's pretty." Jane commented as she continued patting Castiel's neck.

Castiel nudged at Jane's chest before backing away from the door and looked out the window. Getting the message, she opened the gate and walked through before closing it and headed to the cleanest of hay, thankfully someone cleaned Castiel's stall not long ago. She lay gently upon a pile of hay, shivering a bit as she curled up into a ball for warmth. Castiel looked away from the window and walked towards the shelf that held his rugs; dragging them out and landing them on top of the human.

A couple of hours later, a stable hand came in from the rain.

"Hello my beauties." he greeted to the horses as picked up his shovel and put it in a wheel barrow. "How has the newbie been treating you lot?"

Castiel's ear shot back as he watched the stable hand walk towards him. The stable hand took notice of this and put his hands up in defense.

"Oi, what's with that face Cas?" he asked. "Have I ever, in the month you stayed here, ever harmed you in anyway?"

The stable hand got closer and was about to say more when the words got caught in his throat as he saw a girl; asleep under horse rugs and some hay. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying, her golden hair practically camouflaged with the hay itself as it was tussled and wild around her angelic face and a cap not far away from her head.

"Cas, you cheeky bugger." he whispered. "You've got yourself a lovely girl there."

As the stable hand looked back to the girl and grinned. "She is lovely."

Castiel turned away from the boy and leaned his head down to nuzzle her neck and cheek. The stable hand chuckled at the scene before him.

"Dicken! Where are ya!" a deeper voice shouted. "We have things to do before the Macready comes to 'inspect'"

"But Mr. Everett, there's a girl in Cas's stable." Dicken explained when he turned to his boss.

Mr. Everett scoffed. "Don't be absurd Dicken, not even Hugh can get near that beast without getting some sort of wound on himself."

"Sir." Dicken frowned. "If you don't believe, have a see for yourself."

Mr. Everett sighed before putting the sack of oats beside the door and walked to Cas's stall. Dicken moved a little for his boss to see, when Mr. Everett did, his eyes widened at the sight. For there was a girl there, only an inch away from Cas's legs, Mr. Everett was about to panic when Cas kneeled down and nibbled on the girl's cheek, making her groan and move away from Cas.

"Well, Well." Mr. Everett said as he watched this in interest. "It looks to be one of them brats from London; they must have come in yesterday."

Dicken looked away from the girl and looked to Mr. Everett. "Do we report this to Mrs. Macready?"

Cas and Mr. Everett swerved their heads to Dicken. "Are ya daft boy? The Macready would have her and our heads on a platter if she found out one of the brats disobeying her oh so important rules."

"So it isn't just us she has the rules on." a tiny but sweet voice spoke from the stall.

Dicken and Mr. Everett turned their heads to Jane, blinking a bit before backing away from the door to let the girl go through. Jane patted Cas one last time before leaving the stall. She turned to the two stable hands; Dicken and Mr. Everett, curtsied and then left for the stable door.

As Jane walked away, Mr. Everett saw Dicken watching Jane intently. Mr. Everett whacked Dicken in the back of his head.

"Stop your gawking and get back to work." Mr. Everett ordered. "Those beasts aren't going to feed themselves."

Jane turned her head away from the door and looked to the boy around her age with black hair and bright green eyes. The poor boy's face went as red as a cherry before running off. Jane felt her own face heat up, she never had a boy gap in awe at her like the boy Dicken did. Jane shook her head and opened the door and left to go to the house once more, not really wanting to, but she had to face the music sometime. Can't run away from the things you fear and all that.

Jane was only able to change her clothes before Mrs. Macready called for dinner. So when all five children were at the table eating, and Mrs. Macready had gone, Edmund's nose wrinkled in distaste.

"What on earth is that smell?" he asked.

Jane ignored all of them as the four began sniffing the air.

"It smells nice, like horses and hay." Lucy said.

"Where is it coming from?" Susan wondered.

Peter took a sniff near Jane's direction and looked to her. "Jane?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Congratulations, ye won the game of 'what's that smell?'"

Edmund choked on his laugh and Lucy hid her smile by drinking her milk.

Susan frowned. "You were at the stables?"

"Aye." was all Jane said as she finished up her dinner.

"You are not supposed to go there Jane." Susan scolded.

Jane glared. "I thought I wasn't a part of the family?"

That shut Susan up, especially after she got some looks of curiosity from her siblings and also a 'you didn't' from Peter.

After said dinner, Jane was in her bed drawing Cas, Mr. Everett, and Dicken. She was interrupted when Lucy bounced onto her bed.

"Who's he?" Lucy asked.

"Which one? The horse or the boy?" Jane asked.

"Both!" Lucy answered. "The boy first."

"This is the boy that works at the stables, Dicken I believe his name is, he's around me and Edmunds age." Jane answered.

"And the horse?" Lucy wondered, pointing at the said horse.

"That is one of the horses; Castiel." Jane stated

Lucy touched the picture gently. "He's beautiful."

Jane couldn't have agreed more.

"Jane." Lucy said as she looked up to Jane. "If I went back to Narnia, would you come with me?"

Jane thought for a second before smiling down at Lucy. "Aye, but I will have cake instead of sardines though; Never touched the stuff."

Lucy giggled at her before getting off the bed and into her own. Susan -thank god- was already asleep, so Jane got out of her own bed and helped Lucy into her own bed and tucked her in for the night.

"Will you sing me a song Jane?" Lucy asked. "One of the songs from your music box."

"How about a song me Fither use to sing to me?" Jane asked.

Lucy smiled, nodding as she got herself comfortable. Jane got comfortable herself as she lay beside Lucy on the bed. She took a deep breath, and began to sing.

Is cosuil gura bheath tu,

No do rugadh tu an gcrann.

Ta an sneachta go freasach

Fa a bhialainn ann.

Do shiuil bi deitil,

Is do bhealain samh,

Suid thugaibh mEire chinnle,

Is e an Eire naomh.

Even though Lucy didn't understand the words, the way Jane was singing, made her feel exactly like when Mr. Tumnus was singing the lullaby with his flute. As she closed her eyes; she saw an ocean, she was standing on a beach. She could still hear Jane as she sung the words to her.

Mathairin mhilis,

A duirt Maire bhain,

Ar bharr na dtoinnti,

Is ar bhruach na tra.

Mathair an bharr,

Mo mhathair in ard,

Suid thugaibh mEire chinnle,

Is e an Eire naomh.

She looked out to the sea and sighed in awe, what caught her attention though, was a rock island on the sea. A seal was there, laying in the moonlight, but then it began to change. Lucy couldn't look away as she watched the seal's skin peeled away and revealed a small boy, around her age, with hair black as the night sky, she couldn't see his eyes, but she knew that he spotted her.

Taimse tuirseach,

Agus beidh go neal,

Mo bha ar a bhruinne,

Is mo phadraic ban.

Ar bharr na dtoinnti,

Is ar bhruach na tra,

Suid thugaibh mEire chinnle,

Is e an Eire naomh.

The boy reached a hand out, smiling at her. "Come play in the sea with me."

Before Lucy could answer, she was brought back to reality. She turned her head to look at Jane, whom was now asleep beside her. Lucy smiled as she lifted some of her covers and draped them over Jane and herself before closing her eyes once more, sadly, there was no boy, but she was playing ball with some bears.

Sometime later; Jane woke up, feeling as if something was not right. She got herself out of bed quietly and put on her robe before walking out of the room.

It looked to be early by the color of the sky at the window, and Jane was surprised to have bumped into the professor himself.

"Good morning professor." Jane greeted with a little curtsy.

"Ah, good morning young lady," the professor greeted back with a little bow and walked on.

Jane decided to join him; they walked in silence, not an awkward one, but a soothing silence. She even helped the professor when he was about to bump into a door. The professor would give a smile and mumbled thanks when it happened again.

When they turned a corner, something slammed into Jane. The professor and Jane jumped a little in surprise before looking down at Jane's waist. It was Lucy, crying her eyes out as she clasped herself to Jane.

Jane awkwardly rubbed Lucy's back. "Lu? Lu, what's wrong?"

All Jane got was more tears and a pinching sensation on her lower back from Lucy's fingers holding her. That's when the other Pevensies came running in, Jane's glare sharpened, aiming at all three of them. Edmund came to a halt when he first spotted Jane's piercing look, along with the other two. Susan looked a wee bit uncomfortable under Jane's gaze, much to the confusion of the brothers.

Mrs. Macready came into the picture, huffing and puffing as she glared at the children. "You children are one shenanigan away of sleeping in the stables!"

That was when she realized the professor was there as well, she looked at the crying Lucy and the still glaring Jane before looking back to the Professor. "Oh, professor! I told them you were not to be disturbed."

"Oh, it's alright Mrs. Macready," the professor said to Mrs. Macready. "I'm sure there is a logical explanation."

Lucy slowly loosened her hug to Jane, but she didn't let go of Jane's robe as she looked up at the professor.

"But I think this little one needs some hot chocolate." he told his house keeper.

Jane handed Lucy over to Mrs. Macready who put an arm around her shoulders and left for the kitchen. Jane was about to follow them when the professor held her shoulder.

"You'd better come into my study as well." he said.

Jane blinked up at the professor. "But, I am not a part of their family sir."

"It was not me the little one ran to, she ran away from her own family, to you." he said. "I think that makes you a part of the family."

Sheepishly, Jane followed the professor along with the two guilty looking older brother and sister. As the door closed behind them, the professor started to speak.

"You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my house keeper." he said.

Jane smiled as she walked over to the bookshelves, away from Susan.

"I'm sorry sir." Peter apologized. "It won't happen again."

Peter tried to walk away, but Susan stepped up to the plate. "It's our sister."

"That weeping girl," Professor Kirke said.

"She's upset," Susan continued.

Professor Kirke and Jane raised an eyebrow at Susan.

"Hence 'the weeping'" Professor Kirke told her.

Jane smile grew. 'I'm gonna like living with him.'

Susan huffed for a bit while Peter rolled his eyes.

Susan started again. "She thinks she has found a magical land."

Professor Kirke stared at the two then, looking serious now. "Go on."

This time Peter answered, in disbelief. "She says she found this place in the wardrobe in the spare room, she calls it Narnia."

Professor Kirke's eyes widened as he stood up, walking towards the two. "What did you say?"

Peter looked confused. "Uh, the wardrobe, upstairs, Lucy thinks she has found a forest inside."

"She won't stop talking about it," Susan added before looking to Jane "and Jane won't stop encouraging her that it is real."

Jane ignored that as she walked towards professor Kirke's desk and found a still burning pipe with some weed still left. Jane grinned as she picked it up and put it in between her teeth and inhaled the smoke; it has been two years since she has had one of these, and with all the stress Jane had to go through, she thought it would be a good time.

"What was it like?" Professor Kirke asked, sounding excited.

"Like talking to a lunatic." Susan answered with a sigh.

Jane scoffed. "Some sister ye are."

Susan glared at Jane before looking back at the professor. The professor was shaking his head.

"No, no, no, not her. The forest." Professor Kirke said.

Peter and Susan looked at him in disbelief.

"You're not saying you believe her?" Peter asked "Like Jane does?"

"And you don't?" the professor asked.

"But of course not," Susan answered "I mean, logically, it's impossible."

Professor looked over to the still smoking Jane, he raised an eyebrow while the other two looked shocked and disgusted.

The professor shook his head before asking Jane. "What do they teach in schools these days?"

Jane shrugged, not really caring. "I couldn't tell ya professor."

"Edmund said they were only pretending." Peter said.

"Mmmhmm and Edmund is usually the truthful one?" Jane asked with a raised eyebrow.

Peter thought about this in a second before shaking his head. "No, this would be the first time."

"Well, if she is not mad, and she is not lying, then logically," the professor looked to Susan "we must assume she's telling the truth."

"You're saying that we should believe her?" Susan asked, not liking what she was hearing.

The professor; whom was taking out another pipe from his pocket, looked up to the Pevensie siblings. "She's your sister, isn't she? You're her family."

This made Susan and Peter look a bit guilty.

"You might just try acting like one, instead of having Miss Jane here, the only person your sister can rely on." he said. "Be taken on as a step in sister."

Susan didn't like that. "Well, maybe if she didn't-"

"Susan, leave her alone." Peter snapped, interrupting her. "You've done enough damage."

"And that's another thing to." professor Kirke said, turning to Jane. "One of my stable hands reported that Miss Jane has been sleeping in the stables this evening, after a fight; reported from my housekeeper."

Peter narrowed his eyes at Susan who went red in the face in embarrassment, while Jane didn't look up as she finished the pipe and stood up.

"Now, think on that, and go back to bed." The professor ordered.

The three did as they were told. Jane found Lucy asleep in her bed, only shrugged and got in with her before closing her eyes, ignoring the looks Susan has been giving her.

Oh this was going to be fun tomorrow.

A/N: Hello everyone, in case you are wondering what that song is, it's from the movie 'The Secret of Roan Inish' the song is called Selke Song, check it out on Youtube.