Sorry for not updating this story in a while or any of my others. I'm so busy but I'll make this story a major priority in my free time since it's almost finished. Please enjoy and continue reviewing. I plan on making a sequel.
Susan ended up finding John on top of a small desert hill behind the house. John sat on the ground with his legs locked against his chest watching the sun turn behind the mountain in front of it. It was starting to become dusk. John heard Susan's foot steps nearing and turned to look at her. He saw the sincere look on Susan's face as she blinked and stopped in her tracks.
"I'm sorry I left the room." John said. "Did my mom say anything offending?" he asked worriedly.
Susan shook her head with a light smile. "No she didn't offend me at all." Susan sat near John to join him. "We had a very nice and very helpful conversation"
John looked very troubled Susan thought. While being with him this was the most depressed moment she's ever seen him.
"Is something the matter John?"
John sighed. "What you did today with Cromartie. You could have died Susan."
"But I didn't, and I couldn't let him kill you. I believe that you are important to the future." Susan explained.
"You're too important, you are too important," John mimicked, but in no way teased her. "It's all I heard growing up with my mom. "For once I would like to be one who protects. I mean isn't that what a leader does? Protects the people and makes sure that they are the ones who don't get left behind or killed?"
Susan thought about herself and her siblings leadership over Narnia. "Yes John you're right. But for now you're not. I can't blame her for her worry in what may lead to the future of the human race without you. But I do blame her for not being a real mom to you."
"I know that she can try to be sometimes." John looked on to the sun as it was passing over, a ray from the sun shown on them.
In Narnia Susan was called 'Radiant Southern Sun' and every time when the rays were shown on her it meant 'great fortune.' She smiled at the sun then in there. John noticed something great in Susan's posture and how she looked in the sun. She was beautiful he thought.
"Susan. Why did you really come back?" John asked.
Susan looked at him with awkward eyes. "I wanted to see if you were alright. When you fell into the water with Cromartie it had me worried about you."
"You risked coming back because of my safety?"
Susan nodded.
John sighed and got up walking back slowly down the hill when the sun began to set more.
"Did I do something wrong?" Susan asked getting up and tried to catch up with John down the hill.
John turned around. "You know getting involved with me really is a dangerous idea. I got you back into the city safely to where you can actually go back to your family and yet here you stand before me in the middle of nowhere with an idiotic killing machine and my uptight mother. Why?"
Susan gasped. "Honestly can't you be even more ungrateful right now? I can very much ask you the same thing as to why a machine like Cameron would be jealous of me because she thinks that something is going on between us?"
"It's impossible for me to even think about relationships considering that I don't even have a life at all." John rubbed his neck looking the opposite way.
Susan thought up something from her memory that day.
"Well why did you get so offensive with Cameron today? Don't worry Susan," Susan mimicked him from earlier. "My future and the end of the world can always change."
"Like you said Susan," John shrugged. "She is just a machine, and a silly one too. Too silly that she couldn't see the real truth that nothing is going on between you and I."
John looked the other way feeling regret while saying all of that. He thought it was best for Susan to hear since he didn't want to put her through more danger if he told her how he really felt.
Susan felt as though her face was about to flush of embarrassment. "Oh," She straightened up and smiled. "Good because I only wanted to make sure that nothing was or ever will be anything between us." Susan laughed.
The both of them stood silent for a moment as they now and then nodded at each other.
"I guess this is good bye then." Susan said.
"What, you're leaving now?" John stuttered. He looked at Susan as she was taking a few steps away from him.
Susan turned. "Well, yes." She said in an obvious and confused tone. "You don't want me here remember?"
"Yeah, because my life is a dangerous one and you shouldn't get involved."
Susan giggled. "And I can live my life freely and happily until twenty eleven. That gives me sixty nine years to go. Hopefully I'll be dead by then and wouldn't care."
"Sixty eight," John corrected.
"Whatever," Susan couldn't remember how she learned that word but it sounded rational in this situation.
As Susan turned, John couldn't get a grip of letting her go that soon. Impulsively he stepped up taking her right arm. Susan turned around stiffly as John laced his other hand around her waist pulling her body up against his and he kissed her. It was very deep and passionate.
Susan couldn't believe this was happening and also wished he could have kissed her three minutes earlier instead of fight with him. Susan broke the kiss and went to the porch to sit on the steps. John slowly followed her with a light smile on his face and looked nervous.
"Oh no, I did something wrong." John leaned against the house next to where Susan was.
"No John, I'm actually glad you did that." Susan looked up to him with a smile. "But what does this mean?"
John smiled back. They stared at each other for a moment and John was about to say something to answer Susan's question when the door opened.
"John get in here now." Sarah called.
The look on Sarah's face was horrified.
Susan and John rushed into the house very quickly.
