Summary: When one jumps through a portal to save not only their sister but the world, they never expect to end up in another world or protecting four teenagers. Or find the peace and happiness they've always been searching for.

Pairing: Buffy/Peter - Note: There will be hints but mostly it won't be seen till the final chapter.

A/U: Set between seasons 5 and 6 of BTVS (starting shortly after The Gift) and takes place in The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe.

Disclaimer: Disney owns Buffy. The C.S. Lewis Estate owns the Chronicles of Narnia.

Author's Note: The Pevensies in this story are slightly older than they are in Narnia canon. Peter is eighteen, Susan is seventeen, Edmund is fifteen and Lucy is fourteen. This adjustment is because of the Buffy/Peter pairing.


Chapter 1: A Slayer in Narnia

"I WISH THE MACREADY WOULD HURRY up and take all these people away," said Susan presently, "I'm getting horribly cramped."

"And what a filthy smell of camphor!" said Edmund.

"I expect the pockets of these coats are full of it," said Susan, "to keep away moths."

"There's something sticking into my back," said Peter.

"And isn't it cold?" said Susan.

"Now that you mention it, it is cold," said Peter, "and hang it all, it's wet too. What's the matter with this place? I'm sitting on something wet. It's getting wetter every minute." He struggled to his feet.

"Let's get out," said Edmund, "they've gone."

"O-o-oh!" said Susan suddenly, and everyone asked her what the matter was.

"I'm sitting against a tree," said Susan, "and look! It's getting light—over there."

"By jove, you're right," said Peter, "and look there—and there. It's trees all round. And this wet stuff is snow. Why, I do believe we've got into Lucy's wood after all."

And now there was no mistaking it, and all four children stood blinking in the daylight of a winter day. Behind them were coats hanging on pegs, in front of them were snow covered trees.

Peter turned at once to Lucy. "I apologize for not believing you," he said, "I'm sorry. Will you shake hands?"

"Of course," said Lucy, and did.

"And now," said Susan, "what do we do next?"

"Do?" said Peter, "why, go and explore the wood, of course."

"Ugh!" said Susan, stamping her feet, "it's pretty cold. What about putting on some of these coats?"

"They're not ours," said Peter doubtfully.

"I am sure nobody would mind," said Susan; "it isn't as if we wanted to take them out of the house; we shan't take them even out of the wardrobe."

"I never thought of that, Su," said Peter.

"Of course, now you put it that way, I see. No one could say you had bagged a coat as long as you leave it in the wardrobe where you found it. And I suppose this whole country is in the wardrobe."

Before they even turned to get the coats, Peter spotted something in the snow, "Over there." They ran to a body that lay in the snow. She was dressed strangely and had blonde hair. Peter knelt down checking for a pulse, "She's alive. Let's get the coats and one for her as well."

"We can pretend we are Arctic explorers," said Lucy.

"This is going to be exciting enough without pretending," said Peter.

The woman woke just then and looked around her, "Where am I? Who are you?"

"I am Peter Pevensie," Peter said as he introduced himself and his siblings, "and this is my brother Edmund and my sisters Susan and Lucy. Where we are well we thought you might know that."

The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry I don't. My name is Buffy Summers."

Peter began leading the way forward into the forest as Buffy introduced herself to the Pevensie family.

"I say," began Edmund presently, "oughtn't we to be bearing a bit more to the left, that is, if we are aiming for the lamp-post?"

Buffy walked on a few feet before noticing that Susan, Lucy and Peter had stopped walking. She turned to see they were staring at Edmond.

Peter whistled. "So, you really were here," he said, "that time Lu said she'd met you in here—and you made out she was telling lies."

There was a dead silence. "Well, of all the poisonous little beasts—" said Peter, and shrugged his shoulders and said no more.

"Where are we going anyway?" said Susan, chiefly for the sake of changing the subject.

"I think Lu ought to be the leader," said Peter; "goodness knows she deserves it. Where will you take us, Lu?"

"What about going to see Mr. Tumnus?" said Lucy.

"Who's Mr. Tumnus?" Buffy asked.

As they walked briskly, Lucy smiled as she told the older woman about the faun, she had met her first time in this strange land.

Lucy led them to an odd-looking tree in one place and a stump in another and brought them on to where the ground became uneven and into the little valley and at last to the very door of Mr. Tumnus's cave.

But there a terrible surprise awaited them. The door had been wrenched off its hinges and broken to bits.

Buffy stepped in front of the Pevensies, "Let me check it out first."

"Why you?" Peter asked.

"First I'm older. Second, it's my job, I'm what is called back home a Slayer," Buffy said before stepping over the threshold and into the cave.

Thankfully to her Slayer improved senses she saw that no one had been in here in several days. There was snow on the floor by the door and charred firewood and ashes from a fire. Buffy saw dishes smashed on the floor and a picture had been slashed into shreds with a knife.

Buffy returned to the entrance and looked at her four young wards. "It's clear come on in."

The Pevensies entered the cave and looked around.

"This is a pretty good washout," said Edmund; "not much good coming here."

"What is this?" said Peter, stooping down. He had noticed a piece of paper which had been nailed through the carpet to the floor.

"Is there anything written on it?" asked Susan.

"Yes, I think there is," answered Peter, "but I can't read it in this light. Let's get out into the open air."

"Hand it here." Buffy said. "I can see better than you in total darkness." Peter handed her the paper and she began to read it. "The former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is under arrest and awaiting his trial on a charge of High Treason against her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, etc., also of comforting her said Majesty's enemies, harboring spies and fraternizing with Humans. Signed MAUGRIM, Captain of the Secret Police, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!"

The children stared at each other and at Buffy.

"I don't know that I'm going to like this place after all," said Susan.

"Who is this Queen, Lu?" said Peter. "Do you know anything about her?"

"She isn't a real queen at all," answered Lucy; "she's a horrible witch, the White Witch. Everyone—all the wood people—hate her. She has made an enchantment over the whole country so that it is always winter here and never Christmas."

"How horrible," said Buffy. After all she was from California and had seen very little in the way of snow. She was used to pleasant temperatures and sunny skies.

"I—I wonder if there's any point in going on," said Susan. "I mean, it doesn't seem particularly safe here and it looks as if it won't be much fun either. And it's getting colder every minute, and we've brought nothing to eat. What about just going home?"

"Well I could take you back to where you found me." Buffy said. "But since I arrived in a different way than you all did I will have to find out what's what and explore the area. So that I can find my way back home."

"Alone?" Peter asked shocked that Buffy insisted on staying even if he and his siblings agreed to return home.

"Oh, but we can't, we can't," said Lucy suddenly; "don't you see? We can't just go home, not after this. It is all on my account that the poor faun has got into this trouble. He hid me from the Witch and showed me the way back. That's what it means by comforting the Queen's enemies and fraternizing with Humans. We simply must try to rescue him. Besides I don't like leaving Buffy alone here."

"A lot we could do!" said Edmund, "when we haven't even got anything to eat!"

"Shut up—you!" said Peter, who was still very angry with Edmund. "What do you think, Susan?"

"I've a horrid feeling that Lu is right," said Susan. "I don't want to go a step further and I wish we'd never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr. Whatever-his-name-is—I mean the Faun. Plus, I agree with Lu, I wouldn't feel right about leaving Buffy alone here."

"That's what I feel too," said Peter. "I'm worried about having no food with us. I'd vote for going back and getting something from the larder, only there doesn't seem to be any certainty of getting into this country again when once you've got out of it. I think we'll have to go on."

"So, do I," said Susan and Lucy.

Susan, Lucy and Peter didn't bother asking Edmond's opinion on staying or go. But they did look at Buffy wondering what her decision would be if she had been offered the ability to return home.

Buffy sighed. "As I said since I arrived here differently than you, I would likely want to remain to find a way back to my home. That said if I knew for certain that I could return to my home, now. I would not want to leave you four here, stranded. I would want to make sure you four returned to your home first."

"Then it is settled," said Peter. "Now if only we knew where the poor chap was imprisoned!"

They were all still wondering what to do next, when Lucy said, "Look! There's a robin, with such a red breast. It's the first bird I've seen here. I say—I wonder can birds talk in Narnia? It almost looks as if it wanted to say something to us." Then she turned to the robin and said, "Please, can you tell us where Tumnus the Faun has been taken to?"

Lucy took a step towards the bird, which flew to the next tree over. There it watched the five of them.

Buffy held out her hand telling the others to stop as she stepped closer to the robin that flew to another tree.

"Do you know," said Lucy, "I really believe he means us to follow him."

"I've an idea he does," said Susan. "What do you think, Peter?"

"Well, we might as well try it," answered Peter. "Buffy?"

The Pevensies turned towards Buffy. She thought about Dawn, how right now her sister was all alone. She had been prepared for everything to be over and to find herself in heaven. Instead she wound up here. Her first thought was to quickly find a way home to her sister. But when she looked at the Pevensies she regarded them, Peter and Susan looked about the same age as Dawn and the others were younger than that with Lucy being the youngest. Could she consciously leave them here alone? She knew the answer of course was no. "I would prefer to lead you back to where you entered this strange place. But if we continue forward. I will ask that you follow my lead. Will you do that?"

Peter, Susan and Lucy all nodded in agreement that they would.

"Very well. Let's follow the robin then." Buffy said.

The robin kept going from tree to tree, always a few yards ahead of them, but always so near that they could easily follow it. In this way it led them on, slightly downhill.

They had been traveling for about half an hour, with Buffy in the lead and Susan and Lucy right behind her, when Edmund said to Peter, "if you're not still too high and mighty to talk to me, I've something to say which you'd better listen to."

"What is it?" asked Peter.

"Hush! Not so loud," said Edmund; "there's no good frightening the girls. But have you realized what we're doing?"

"What?" said Peter, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"We're following both a guide we know nothing about as well as an adult we know nothing about. How do we know which side either of them is on? Why shouldn't they be leading us into a trap?" Edmund said.

Peter shook his head, "That's a nasty idea. I'm sure both the robin and Buffy wouldn't be on the wrong side. Especially Buffy, who is as lost as we are. All she wants to do is find her way home."

"The robin!" cried Lucy as she watched Buffy who was looking around trying to find the robin, "the robin. It's flown away."

"And now what are we to do?" said Edmund, giving Peter a look, which was as much as to say, "What did I tell you?"

"Sh! Look!" said Susan having spotted something moving.

"What?" said Peter.

"There's something moving among the trees over there to the left." Buffy said having spotted it also.

"There it goes again," said Susan having spotted movement again.

"I saw it that time too," said Peter. "It's still there. It's just gone behind that big tree."

"What is it?" asked Lucy, trying very hard not to sound nervous.

"Whatever it is," said Peter, "it's dodging us. It's something that doesn't want to be seen."

"Let's go home," said Susan. "We can take Buffy home with us and she can find her way back to her family from there."

"What's it like?" said Lucy.

"It's a kind of animal," said Buffy her eyes trained on it.

A whiskered furry face looked out at them from behind a tree. The animal put its paw against its mouth just as humans put their finger on their lips when they are signaling to be quiet. Then it disappeared again.

A moment later the stranger came out from behind the tree, glanced all round as if it were afraid someone was watching, said, "Hush," made signs to them to join it in the thicker bit of wood where it was standing, and then once more disappeared.

"I know what it is," said Peter; "it's a beaver. I saw the tail."

"It wants us to go to it," said Susan, "and it is warning us not to make a noise."

"I know," said Peter. "The question is, are we to go to it or not? What do you think, Buffy?"

"It hasn't attacked so I believe we would be safe to follow." Buffy said.

"Yes, but how do we know?" said Edmund.

"Shan't we have to risk it?" said Susan. "I mean, it's no good just standing here and I feel I want some dinner."

Beaver again popped its head out from behind the tree and beckoned earnestly to them.

Buffy beckoned her charges and they walked up to the tree and in behind it, and there they found the Beaver. "Further in, come further in," it said in a whisper. "Right in here. We're not safe in the open!" It led them into a dark spot where four trees grew close together. "Are you the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve?"

Buffy had never had much to do with religion. After all demons and vampires didn't care if you were Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist or anything, you were after all just food to them. But even she knew of the biblical tale of Adam and Eve. "To some you could say we are," she replied.

"S-s-s-sh!" said the Beaver, "not so loud please. We're not safe even here."

"Why, who are you afraid of?" said Buffy. "There's no one here but us."

"There are the trees," said the Beaver. "They're always listening. Most of them are on our side, but there are trees that would betray us to her; you know who I mean."

Buffy thought about what the beaver said. If a beaver could talk then it was likely in this strange place the trees could be alive as well.

"If it comes to talking about sides," said Edmund, "how do we know you're a friend?"

"Not meaning to be rude, Mr. Beaver," added Peter, "but you see, we're strangers."

"Quite right, quite right," said the Beaver. "Here is my token."

Buffy took the token and looked it over, it was a white handkerchief. Other than that, she could tell nothing about it.

"Oh, of course," Lucy said in surprise as she recognized the handkerchief. "It's my handkerchief—the one I gave to poor Mr. Tumnus."

"That's right," said the Beaver. "Poor fellow, he got wind of the arrest before it actually happened and handed this over to me. He said that if anything happened to him I must meet you here and take you on to—"

Here the Beaver's voice sank into silence. He singled to them to stand as close around it as they possibly could, so that their faces were actually tickled by its whiskers, it added in a low whisper— "They say Aslan is on the move—perhaps has already landed."

Buffy looked at the beaver for a long moment at the mention of Aslan. At the mention of the name she felt what she had thought would happen when she jumped off the tower. She felt as if she was finally at peace that her days as a Slayer might truly be over.

"And what about Mr. Tumnus?" said Lucy; "where is he?"

"S-s-s-sh," said the Beaver, "not here. I must bring you where we can have a real talk and also dinner."

They followed the beaver through the forest for over an hour till they were standing on edge of a downhill slope. Looking down Buffy could see a narrow valley and a fairly large frozen river. She also spotted a dam had been built across the river, with a house on top of it.

"Your home," Buffy said as she remembered one of her science classes when she was younger that had taught her that beavers built such dams.

"Merely a trifle! Merely a trifle! And it isn't really finished!" the beaver answered. "It looks as if Mrs. Beaver is expecting us. I'll lead the way. But be careful and don't slip."

The top of the dam was wide enough to walk on. Along this route Mr. Beaver led them in single file right out to the middle where they reached the door of the house.

"Here we are, Mrs. Beaver," said Mr. Beaver as they hurried inside, "I've found them. Here are the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve."

Buffy looked around the house. Mrs. Beaver was sitting in a corner at a sewing machine.

Mrs. Beaver stopped her work and got up as soon as they came in. "So, you've come at last!" she said. "At last! To think that ever I should live to see this day! The potatoes are on boiling and the kettle's singing and I daresay, Mr. Beaver, you'll get us some fish."

"That I will," said Mr. Beaver, and he went outside with Peter.

Buffy who had always been a bad cook let Susan and Lucy help Mrs. Beaver with cutting the bread and putting plates in the oven. She decided the best thing she could do was set the table, that she at least knew how to do.

"Do you not know how to cook, Buffy?" asked Susan.

"No," answered Buffy. "I can fix things in a microwave. But cooking on a stove or in an oven, I would just burn it. Of course, I don't really trust my sister to cook. You should see some of the things she likes to make. So sadly, most of what we eat is microwaved."

"What is a microwave?" asked Lucy.

Buffy realized at that moment that she and the Pevensies were from different time periods. "What's the year where you live?"

"1940," answered Susan. "Why?"

"The year for me is 2001," answered Buffy. "I'm from your future apparently."

"How is that possible?" Susan wondered.

"Magic, more than likely," answered Buffy as Peter and Mr. Beaver came in with the fish.