Disclaimer: I own nothing and once again I still know nothing about Winston Churchill that isn't Doctor Who related. So what do y'all think so far?

Edmund's P.O.V

In the car with Winston Churchill was a fascinating experience. The scary part for me was that I did not know what to expect, therefore could not plan accordingly.

"Your mother is dead?" he asked. I could see where he was going with it and was thankful for his concern.

"Yes and even if she wasn't, she signed us legal adults," I answered, "And because she didn't change her will, everything goes to us." He looked at me strangely.

"Not to your father?" he asked. We shook our heads.

"He died shortly after we were evacuated to the country in France," Peter said, "So we will inherit everything. I think we should sell it." That was something we had talked about last night and were all leaning towards, because there was very little in that house that any of us wanted.

"I shall see that it is done," Winston said, "On the condition that you stay with me."

"Only until we find somewhere else to live," Peter said. We had stayed silent on this matter, as it was a decision for the High King to make.

"We were planning on buying the property in disrepair quiet soon anyway, we had saved enough to buy it already," Susan said, "With a little hard work it could become a beautiful London estate."

"Lets go see it then," he said. We stopped off to pick us the money required and showed him, he looked horrified. "This place is a wreck and should be torn down," he said.

"You will have to have a look when were finished," I said. It was in a prime location and there was every land attached, when it was done up again it would be worth thousands of pounds.

"I'll take your word for it," he muttered. We ended up eating lunch at his house and discussing plans. "What is it that each of you are specifically good at?"

"War and battle strategy," Peter said automatically.

"I'm better in politics and courtrooms, but I can help Peter," I said, "Somebody has to make sure he stays in one piece."

"I am better with society and being able to change the way people think," Susan said with a gentle smile, "As well as getting information."

"Put me in a hospital with people that carry physical wounds or in London's criminal underground," Lucy said fiercely. He looked at her with something akin to disbelief, but in time I knew that he would come to know thy Valiant Queen well.

"It should be ridiculous, I shouldn't listen to you at al, but I can't help but believe that you have only told me the truth," he said, before seemingly coming back to himself. We haggled over pay, and when we would start work and how to go about it quietly.

Finally after supper it was decided that he would pay us a great amount of money (At his insistence) and that tomorrow we would take our final exams here. The things we wanted would be taken from the house and it and the remaining contents would be sold this week as quickly as possible and on the Thursday, being the day after tomorrow we would start work.

It was later that night that we all sat in one of the drawing rooms, Peter and I engaged in a fierce game of chess, Susan reading quietly in a chair and Lucy how had found a flute was playing a quiet Narnia tune and dancing. Churchill it seemed didn't know where to look and ended up going to bed sometime before we did.

The exams… were a breeze, for not just me but for all of us. We were finished in half an hour. Lucy I had noticed had wandered off, I found her having tea with Winston.

"You can't reform every criminal," he was arguing to her.

"I," she stated regally, "Do not intend to. To be the way they are there must be something that the government is not giving them. Often enough it is because innocent people, that have grown up in a bad neighbourhood and are constantly treated as criminals, that they become them."

"You can't reform a murderer," Winston said, "What would you do if you came across a man that was going to kill another?"

"It all depends on circumstance, why is the man going to commit murder?" she explained, "Does the other deserve it, or could he be cajoled into seeing things my way? Death happens, people hurt each other and when they don't understand something they lash out with disastrous consequences. Human beings, the greatest monsters of them all."

"Don't worry that you do not understand her, it is a rare soul indeed who does," I chuckled, taking in the stunned expression on his face. He laughed in return.

"You, little lady remind me of an old friend of mine," he said, "Perhaps one day you shall meet." He had a habit of touching Lucy, a hand on her shoulder, taking her hand, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, but I didn't worry. Lucy was a very tactile person and I think most people touched her to insure that she really existed. Even in Narnia such was the way about her.

After everything was picked up from the house we had made our way to a building store and bought some supplies. We went in and fixed the floor and the walls, we even got some free stuff from the dump. There was white marble that somebody obviously had no idea of the true value of, furniture that could be re-upholstered, a couple of ballroom chandeliers.

"I take it back, you are quiet good at this," Winston said, doing paper work at a makeshift desk that was really a large create. Susan and Lucy flittered about helping and trying to get everything as clean as possible.

The house itself was huge and had once belonged to a lord of some kind. There were three floors, twelve rooms, eight bathrooms, a library, two ballrooms, a kitchen, a parlour, three drawing rooms, five balcony's four on the master rooms and one off the second floor ballroom, and four studies. With a lot of work we could make look like Cair Paravel.

"I don't understand how you managed to get this for almost nothing," he commented.

"The man who sold it to us had inherited it along with quiet a bit of money and didn't want to pay to fix it up," Peter said, "Considering that he was quite wealthy, he didn't see the need to charge us much when he knew how much it would cost to fix."

"Also, Lucy used the pout of doom," Susan added, her laugh like tinkling bells.

"Yes well that is a powerful tool," Churchill said seriously, "Use it well." The irony was that we were only here because she had used it on him.

"No, I do believe that it shall be my flippant weapon of mass destruction," she declared. We went back to Churchill's house dirty, dusty and tired, but exceedingly happy.

There you go, it's kinda sad I'm out of internet and I can't go out and get some cause I can't stop writing long enough to go do it! What comes next? There are two choices for each characters work. Which should I go with for each character? Review me and help me out.