AN: Here's chapter 2 I hope you like it. (Although I'm sure by the end of this you'll be wanting a safe to fall of Jacob's head) I named the aunt "Annie" because it was close to "Auntie" I came close to naming her "Rebecca" but changed my mind.

"What happened?" Elise asked.

Why should you care? Susan thought bitterly. You're the ones that didn't want him in the first place. But she'd been the one who'd come to them, not the other way around, so she didn't say what she was thinking.

"He died in that railway crash." Susan explained.

"Poor Perry." Jacob said getting a little misty-eyed. "He was so young, what was he...fifteen?"

"He was twenty-one." Susan willed herself not to scream by digging her finger nails into the side of the couch. "And his name is Peter."

"Yes of course." Jacob said looking as though he was bored with the topic already. Then he called for the maid. "Adele, please bring some tea for our guest."

Adele came into the room. "Coming right up, Mr. Burke."

"Oh I don't wa-" Susan started, but stopped when she realized they weren't listening anyway. Why waste her breath?

"Oh and Adele?" Elise motioned with her finger for the maid to come closer. "Use the peach-patterned china."

"It has a few chips in it ma'am." Adele warned her. "I thought the rule was we used the rose-bud set when there were important guests."

"Oh, she's not important." Jacob cut in, his voice dead-serious before Elise glared at him.

Susan didn't care if they thought she wasn't important enough for the good china. If they ever came to her, she wasn't going to let them use any china, she'd pour the tea in right their laps, that is if she was willing to waste tea on them.

"'Bring out the sunflower china then." Elise told Adele. Then she turned to her husband, "And don't you say a word about it."

"I wasn't going to." Jacob said, self-righteously. "The china's your business."

"Now didn't you say you're last name was 'Pevensie'?" Elise asked Susan as Adele re-entered the room carrying a tray with a sun-flower patterned tea set on it. It was so fast that Susan wondered if she'd hadn't just re-heated some old tea rather than make it fresh. The tea was luke-warm when she took a polite sip and struggled to swallow it and not spit it out on Mrs. Burke's coffee table.

"Yes I did." Susan said as calmly as she could manage.

"Wasn't that the last name of the family that adopted him?" Elise asked.

"Yes, it was." Susan told her, putting the tea cup down unable to take another sip of the stuff.

"Use a coaster." Jacob told her.

Susan gave him a phony smile and moved the cup onto a coaster so it didn't ruin the table.

"But you said you were his girlfriend?" Elise asked to be sure.

"Yes." Susan said cautiously wondering what Elise was getting at although she could guess if she had to.

"That's the worst of young ones." Jacob said as though he was a professor giving a speech. "They never pick out someone that wont cause a row."

Susan glared at him. She came close to picking up her tea-cup again and dumping it over Mr. Burke's head but she kept her cool.

"I have a question for you." Elise said looking for once like she actually cared about the conversation they were having. "Why did you come find us?"

"If it's for money, we're not giving you anything." Jacob added quickly.

Susan shook her head. "I don't want your money."

Jacob looked at her as though she had just said 'I don't breathe air'. "Then why are you here?"

"Because I loved your son very much and I wanted to know more about him." Susan stood up, grabbing her coat. "But It was probably a mistake coming here, I can see you don't want to talk to me." She started for the archway leading out of the room. "Thank you for your time."

"Goodbye." Jacob started to wave before Elise slapped his hand down.

"Susan, please wait." Elise said quickly.

Susan turned around. "Why?"

"Do you want to see where, Peter lived when he was with us?" Elise offered.

For the first time since she'd met the Burkes, Susan's smile was real. "I'd like that." She said. "but I have a question for Mr. Burke that I forgot to ask."

"If it's 'can I borrow a hundred pounds?' the answer is no." Jacob warned her.

"No it's not that, I wanted to ask. You sent a letter...to our family years ago...What was it about?" Susan had never discovered what was in the letter Lucy had found. Lucy hadn't read it. Susan strongly suspected Peter had thrown it in the fireplace shortly after it had been found because she'd found what looked like a corner of a burnt envelope in tucked between two logs one morning when she was cleaning it.

"I never wrote a letter." Jacob said.

"I wrote it." Elise confessed. "Mrs. Pevensie had written to me requesting Peter's birth certificate. I didn't have it. I had misplaced it a long time ago. That's all the letter was about. I signed it under Jacob's name. That's what I do to in most letters to people I'm not close with."

"I did not approve such an action." Mr. Burke frowned.

"Eliza! Lessie!" Elise called for her other two maids, ignoring Jacob's protest. "Please show Miss Pevensie to the nursery, she wanted to see it."

Lessie and Eliza rushed in looking rather out of breath. "Right this way, miss." They showed Susan to a carpeted stair case. Jacob and Elise didn't follow.

"May I ask why you want to see it?" Eliza asked as they approached the door.

"She's Peter Burke's girlfriend." Lessie said before Susan could speak.

"I thought he was dead." Eliza whispered. "I saw a 'Peter Pevensie' listed in the newspaper. Wasn't that the name of the people who adopted him?"

"He is dead." Susan told them.

"Oh, how sad." Lessie sighed, not sounding very sad at all, as she opened the door to the main nursery.

Susan looked it. It was a fancy, but lonely place. She couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been to live in there day in and day out. She looked at the crib, which had been taken apart and pushed into the corner. The toys where all in a large box that said, "Peter" in loopy script. (Gwen had written that). There were a few picture books stacked messily in a corner. Now she knew why he didn't like to talk about it. What a depressing place to live with out a mother or father.

"Have you seen all you wanted, Miss?" Lessie asked. "Eliza and I wanted to get back to our television progamme. Jimmy is going to confess that he's Lozella's half brother."

"Yes, I'm done." Susan followed them out of the room. She walked down the stairs, trying not to cry. She found herself wondering about something she'd never thought of before. Maybe the reason Peter had been so angry with her before the crash had been because she was starting to act just like Elise. Caring about nothing but fashion and money and 'important' people. Maybe that was the reason he'd never wanted to see her again.

The sound of a grandfather clock went off in the entry way. Someone was at the door.

"Susan, could you get that please?" Elise asked.

Why not? Susan thought. I'm on my way out anyway. She opened the door and a kind-faced woman maybe a year or so older than Elise stood there. She looked almost exactly like Elise with the exception of being a little chubbier and having a very large nose. Her hair was just like Elise's though, it was in a half up half down style and had a little bit of gray in it.

"Hello." The woman said. "Are you a new maid?"

"No, I was just visiting." Susan explained. "And I'll be leaving now." She started to go around the woman.

"But wait...do I know you?" The woman asked looking very confused. "You seem familiar."

"I don't think so." Susan said turning to face her. "I don't know you."

"I think I know something of you but I can't figure out where." The woman looked very confused. "What's your name?"

"Susan Pevensie." She said.

If she had said 'Phyllis' The woman would have known her at once because her son, never stopped talking about a girl named 'Phyllis' and had described her so perfectly that it was impossible not to know what she looked like. But she was now more concerned with the fact that Susan had said 'Pevensie'

"Did you say Pevensie?" The woman looked quite taken back.

"Yes." Susan said, wondering if she should shut the door, before Elise's fat flat-faced white fluff ball of a cat got out.

"Any relation to Peter Pevensie?" The woman looked like she might cry.

Susan nodded and was instantly crushed by a tight hug from the woman who had tears streaming down her face.

"And you came all this way to find his parents didn't you?" The woman looked so moved.

Susan nodded again thinking that if she spoke she might start sobbing.

"Come." The woman took her hand and led her back into the drawing room where Elise and Jacob still sat.

"You still here?" Jacob looked annoyed to see Susan again.

"Shut up, Jacob." The woman growled.

"Don't be rude to my husband, Annie." Elise said.

Annie ignored her and turned back to Susan. "Have a seat dear. I want to hear all about my poor nephew if it's not too hard for you to talk about it. that is."

"I think I could talk about it." Susan sighed. No one had ever wanted to hear her talk about Peter or any of the others.

"What was he like as an older boy?" Annie asked. "I was so set on adopting him." she glared at Elise and Jacob. "you might have left him with me instead of that orphanage."

Annie had gone to the orphanage to get him but had been to late, Helen had already come and taken him home. And Annie had no wish to pull Peter out of the only happy family he'd ever known.

Jacob shrugged. "I thought Percy would like the orphanage."

Elise rolled her eyes. "Peter."

"It doesn't matter now, he's dead." Jacob said in a point-blank 'whatever' tone of voice.

Susan wanted to throw something at his head for saying that but decided to ignore it for Annie's sake. "He was..." Susan said as she opened her bag and pulled out some black-and-white photos, handing them to Annie.

Tears slid down Annie's face as she looked at them. She stopped at the last photo ever taken of him (By Lucy messing around with the camera) and had to blow her nose into a tissue. "He got so big."

"What was he like?" Susan asked. "When he was little."

"Lonely." Annie sighed, handing the photos back. "That's about all that could be said for the poor child."

Before Susan left, Annie had something to ask her. "I'm throwing a dinner party for a few friends and family members at the end of the week." She said. "I'd really like you to come."

"I don't know if I should." Susan said. After all she wasn't related to them. She barely knew them.

"Nonsense." Annie said. "You're Peter's family and that makes you our family."

AN: Review or I'll start singing "The song that never ends" loudly and off key. I swear I'll do it. This is the song that never ends yes it goes on and on my friends some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll just keep on singing it forever just becasue this is the song that never ends yes it goes on and on my friends...(I'll stop when you review LOL)