Title: Dragonfly in Amber

Author: FaithfulPureLight (and her sister)

Disclaimer: I wish. I really do! But alas I do not and I am only borrowing them. (Looks over to her lawyer. "Was that good?" lawyer nods. "Yay! Ok on with the introductions and then the story!" sister cheers in the background. I pull out Edmund and Peter and my sister pulls out Lucy and that witch Susan. "We own u as soon as the documents are done remember that") again just kidding!

Rating: For reasons explained later I am rating this a M for mature

Summary: Lucy starts having nightmares that she can't remember. Soon Edmund and Peter are too. What could be so terrible that our heros would willingly forget a memory of Narnia?

Dedication: my reviewers, Petra for giving us the idea and everyone who helps along the way!

And now...what you all have been waiting for. An update...and a look into Susan's world

Chapter 11: Life is perfect

Susan's POV

Marilyn and I collapse into our chairs, giggles overtaking us. Tonight has been perfect. Everyone who is important is here. The string quartet is simply spellbinding, the horsdurves are delicious, and the decorations are so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at them. Everything is perfect.

I have been fluttering around the dance floor all night, talking, dancing, and laughing with guests and our hosts. I am almost the center of attention. All the boys are fawning over me, and I of course know the latest gossip to keep all the girls entertained. Everything has gone so well that I can even look with charity on the events earlier this evening.

I suppose I could have been a bit gentler with Lucy. I really should have been. She is very young after all and follows the examples that our brothers lay out for her. Edmund is hardly older than Lucy herself after all, and in his search for guidance during his preteen and pre-mature years he has reached out to Peter. So naturally Lucy will follow. And Peter himself is only trying to resist growing older by clinging to his childhood fantasies. At least, that's what I hope. But I doubt that I could be wrong. After all logically that is the only way to explain any of their behavior.

I turn my attention back to Marilyn; only to find Marilyn is no longer there. In her place, sits none other than the host of this glorious evening: Chris. My heart beats faster as my eyes take in his adorable face. He stares back at me, trying to be inconspicuous as he takes in my dress, curls, and flushed cheeks.

"Well Susan, how have you been enjoying this evening?"

He smiles at me, making me feel light headed for a long moment.

"Oh, yes. Yes I am enjoying this evening quite a lot. Thank you."

I stop rambling and blush a bright pink. Chris must have found it funny however. He stood, straightened his suit jacket, and offered me his hand with a mock bow.

"Pray, fair Lady Susan. Will you do your humble servant the honor of a dance?"

With a small giggle I take his preferred hand and allow him to whisk me away onto the dance floor. The string quartet starts what sounds vaguely like a waltz and off we are, spinning gracefully around the room.

I rest my head on his chest, letting him take the lead. This scene seems some what familiar. For a moment I can hear the sound of ocean waves, and sweet soft music. I feel, not the itchy slightly uncomfortable dress I came in, but a soft and flowing gown that compliments me in a way that no dress can ever do again. I am dancing with many different men, and different species, each with their own quirks and intresting ways. I dance with other men from different countries, each sent to win my hand, or my siblings praise in some way. I can see Edmund dancing with Lucy. They look older, and happier than in England. Peter and I are dancing as well, floating on air. He was taught well. We all were. We were all so happy.

On our third circuit around the room, I feel someone's eyes on me. I lift my head, no longer seeing a open ball room near the sea, but the grand room that Chris and Christy are hosting the party of the year in. I find Brittany standing on the far side of the room; her eyes wide and mouth wide open.

Feeling strangely smug, I shoot her a winning smile and hold Chris a little closer. All throughout our dance he keeps up a string of compliments whirling around me. I feel dizzy, light headed, and positively giddy. By the time the music ends, and the last note dies away, I can not remember what I have been worrying about all night long.

"Susan?"

I look up at Chris, feeling as though I am about to faint with pleasure.

"Yes Chris?"

He chuckles quietly, making me blush. He continues to chuckle as he leads me away from the dance floor, and to a darker quieter area. I can not bring myself to care about customs right now.

He tilts my chin up gently, and I catch my breath. I let out a small sigh as he kisses me, deepening it. Life is perfect.