Author's note: So hello my lovelies, here I am with another chapter for all of you guys and I hope you like it so don't forget to leave a review if you loved it or hated it, I love hearing from you guys! This chapter will probably be the most boring out of all of them because I have to tackle the Susan/Suzanna side of the story.

I'm really sorry over how long it took me to write this, the chapter song changed three times while I was writing before I finally decided which song it should be. This song came on a CD my mum was playing in the car and then I thought how some of the lyrics fitted how Susan feels about Caspian and here we are.

I'm considering in opening a Suspian prompt account on Tumblr but I don't know if anyone would want me to so just tell me and I'll consider it!

I'm also considering in writing another Suspian au after I've finished this one; the idea is that Caspian and Susan are childhood friends but when they're sixteen, there's an accident and Susan is killed. Then ten years later, Caspian wakes up to find Susan with him and it turns out that her ghost will stay with him until he tells her everything that he never did. Just tell me if you like the idea and if I should write it or not.

Chapter song: I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue.

But without me blabbering on too long, on with the story.

"I'm dreaming

You fell in love with me

Like I'm in love with you

But dreaming's all I do

If only they'd come true"

Susan sat on the left side of Caspian in the centre of the large and extravagant dining table, but all Susan could think about was what Aslan had written to her in the letter. Certain parts of the letter stuck inside her brain and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand them nor get them out of her mind.

Aslan calling Susan a queen, telling her that her actions may impact the story, the fact that she'd have to wait god knows how long to get back home… almost everything in the letter scared her a little and the small voice inside her head was constantly telling her that she needed to go home, back to her ordinary life in Finchley.

But she couldn't.

All she wanted was to know when she would be coming home and then she could maybe relax a little but until that date, she would be stuck in a place she would never fully understand. Sure – the books told her a few things but they didn't fully tell her what it would really be like if she actually lived there.

She couldn't eat; every time she brought something to her lips, her mind told her she couldn't eat it so she had to suffice with just looking at the platefuls of food that littered the table in front of her and drinking small and occasional sips of wine from her heavily engraved goblet beside her. Normally, Susan would eat almost as much as she possibly could but not this time – her thoughts on the letter disrupted all other thoughts about food, completely ignoring the loud sounds her stomach was making.

Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Susan quietly excused herself from the busy table to get a few moments of silence to herself so she could maybe wrap her head around what Aslan had meant in the note – everything just seemed too impossible to understand.

The only sound in the silent halls was of Susan's loud heeled shoes, racing down the hall as fast as her legs and shoes would carry her. She had no idea where she was going but all she knew was that she needed to get far away from people and perhaps humanity itself until she could figure out a way home and what exactly Aslan meant.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, Susan finally reached a balcony that overlooked the large courtyard she was in when she first met Caspian and Helena. The moon shone down on the world like a giant spotlight, making everything appear more mysterious and almost dream-like.

As Susan looked up at the sky; she noticed hundreds of stars, all the constellations were completely different from all the ones she knew back home in Finchley. There seemed to be far more stars in the Narnian sky than the skies back on Earth that was for sure.

Resting her elbows on the parapet of the balcony, Susan closed her eyes and hung her head as she tried to block out everything inside her head and try to completely focus on debunking Aslan's letter – it was a lot easier said than done, as Susan quickly found out.

After a few moments, Caspian came walking quietly behind Susan, a goblet of wine in each hand. "At dinner, you did not seem yourself, are you alright?" he asked, holding a goblet out towards her.

Susan looked up at him, taking the goblet from him as she stood up straighter. "I'm fine, thank you, I just… actually, there's something I need to tell you."

Here we go.

"That you're not actually Suzanna?" Caspian's left eyebrow rose almost of its own accord as he took a sip of his wine, a small smile ghosting his lips and leaned his arm against the parapet beside Susan.

Susan almost dropped her goblet as her mouth flew wide open at Caspian. "H-how did you know?"

"I've known Suzanna almost my whole life; we know each other more that we know ourselves sometimes. The moment you kissed me I knew that you weren't her." Caspian placed his goblet down on the parapet beside his arm, his smile almost disappearing at the mention of Suzanna.

After what seemed like forever in Susan's mind, she finally spoke. "I'm sorry, my name's actually Susan. I came here by accident and now I have to wait for a shooting star to go back home, but I have no idea how long that'll take so I'm stuck here for the time being."

"Do you know what happened to Suzanna? Do you know where she is?" Caspian moved his head to the side to face Susan before taking a large gulp of wine.

Susan merely shook her head, her fingernails tapping on her goblet as she looked at Caspian before her. "I don't know I wish I did but I don't, I am so sorry, Caspian." Her voice came out as a whisper as her vision started to blur with unshed tears that started to form in her eyes.

"It's alright, Susan. There was nothing you could have done, Suzanna wanted to disappear herself. In fact she talked about it a lot, and now I guess her wish came true." Caspian's voice broke as the last word left his lips before he turned to Susan with the same teary eyes as her. "Excuse me."

And with that, Caspian walked back towards the dinner party and Susan was alone once more on the balcony with only her thoughts for company. That was when Susan caught her breath, and a tear slowly made its way down her cheek and landed in her half empty goblet of wine.

"This was my entire fault, if I hadn't wasted a wish on a stupid childish fantasy, Caspian would still have Suzanna and I could be home." Susan quietly sobbed to herself, feeling her legs give way and she crumpled to the floor and hid her face in her hands.

All Susan wanted to do was go home and forget about everything she had done to destroy Caspian's life and go back to merely daydreaming about him. But no, she had to wish upon a shooting star and her wish came true and now she was stuck here until there was another shooting star which probably won't happen soon enough.

She might be there for three months or even three years before she'd be allowed to go home, but she needed some other way to bring her back home – she needed to go home this instance but how? The only way to maybe get back home was Aslan and she had no idea where he was, he could have even left her by this point and not even bothered to tell her.

After a few minutes of crying on the floor, Susan finally stood up to wipe away her tears and make her way back to her room and ask Aslan a few questions about if there was another way she could get back home without having to wait until a falling star to wish upon it.

Second author's note: Man, this was such a pain in the ass to write. I was practically forcing myself to get on with it so I could get it over with and go to more interesting things but now that it's done, I can party with a nice hot chocolate and the box set of Scooby Doo.

If I don't update before Christmas (which will probably be a no), I hope you all have a lovely Christmas and an amazing New Year.

I love you all dearly; and I hope to see you all next time

Lorna.