Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or anything that is from C.S. Lewis's work. This is just an idea I had, and thought to get it out. Movie based, thank you very much.

A/N: as mentioned in my disclaimer, this is movie based, and I suppose it could also be AU.

It was a quiet day, and Lucy walked enjoyed hearing the breeze in the leaves above her. She'd promised to meet Edmund down in the park, and in keeping her promise she'd dressed, left her room, and gone out. It was much easier to go back to bed, but… a promise was a promise.

The sun felt new on her face. She smiled as she walked the path towards the bench where Edmund would be waiting for her. It was such a beautiful day, she thought to herself idly. If only…

She stopped her walking and put her hand to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. She'd gone and thought about him, Tumnus, again. Maybe she wasn't ready to go out…

Her mind swirled out of control. The surroundings of the park only spurred on her sadness. The trees reminded her of Narnia, and of her lost love. The green shrubs were much like the ones near his old home, where he had brought her when they first met, so long ago.

Before she knew it, her knees buckled and she had fallen into the grass. She couldn't hold back her tears now. All she could do was try to cry softly, so no one would hear her. The park wasn't very crowded today… Perhaps this would pass in a minute and her siblings would never know…

But, little did she know, someone was nearby who could hear her. She'd fallen not too far from a small park bench. She hadn't even noticed it before, or, if she had, perhaps it had provoked her sadness.

"Miss?" asked a voice, nearly startling her. She tried to look around, but her eyes were so watery it was hard to see.

"Miss? Are you alright?" It was a young man's voice. Lucy hastily wiped a sleeve across her eyes and looked around. There sitting on the bench was a young man, about her own age, with curly hair. "Did you fall?" he asked, turning her way.

Still sobbing, she tried to shake her head, but for some reason, she found she couldn't do it. She couldn't lie. She nodded her head… it was as close to the truth as she could muster at the moment.

"Oh dear," the young man said, "Just… just a moment, Miss… I'll give you a hand up…"

But he didn't rush to her side. Lucy looked up at the bench. It seemed as if the young man couldn't get up… and then she saw why.

The man, who really couldn't not have been much older than herself (well, perhaps he was a bit older… but definitely not older than Edmund), had a cane. He struggled up to his feet and then, slowly, walked her way with a slight swagger. This swagger, she noticed, was not intentional. He wore long trousers, so it wasn't like she could see what was wrong with his legs, but she could tell he just couldn't walk well on them. When he reached her, he stuck his cane out, planting it at her feet and leaned on it.

"I'm afraid," he said quietly, "I can't quite lift you, but I can hold this steady. Go ahead and use it to pull yourself up, Miss. I promise you, it won't budge."

Feeling rather small and childish, she took hold of the knob on the top of the cane and pulled herself up, her tears nearly forgotten. "Thank you…" she said, slowly, "I'm sorry to have troubled you…" Being close to him now, she could tell that he was very simple. His clothes were plain and poor (though she didn't mean this negatively towards him) and his cane looked hand made. It was crafted very well, but it was handmade all the same.

"Wasn't a trouble at all, miss," he said kindly, "But, do let me escort you to this here lovely bench. It's much nicer to sit on than on your knees. Oh! I didn't mean it like that…"

Lucy laughed, the first laugh she'd heard from her own throat in so very long. "That's alright. Really, I ought to be going…" he had taken her arm and was leading her back to the bench. Not that she minded, but she felt strange troubling him. "And I'm sure you don't want me bothering you."

"But you aren't, Miss," he said with a small smile, "It's not everyday I get to walk with a beautiful lady such as yourself. And, walkingtakes alot, occupyingthoughts. I'd much rather sit and get a better look at you."

Lucy blushed (how was that possible?) and let him take her to the bench. Once there, she made sure he was sitting before seating herself. She started to say something to him, but realized he was staring at her, his mouth slightly open. This, while it was flattering, made her feel very much like running back home and hiding under the bed sheets.

"Um, do I have dirt on my face?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, his curly hair, which came to just below his ears, bounced around his face. "Forgive me," he breathed, "I… you just look… have we met before?"

This was a question she wasn't expecting. She looked at him closely… he did look familiar, but Lucy knew she'd never seen that cane before, or with a man so young.

"I don't think so," she replied, "But… ah, forgive my manners – I haven't been near very many people of late – um… my name is Lucy, Lucy Pevensie." She held out her hand to him.

He didn't take it. Instead he was staring at her again, his mouth open wider than it had been the first time.

"It can't be," he breathed.

Lucy frowned at him, "What are you talking about?"

She could visibly see his breathing speed up. "I-" he started uncertainly, "I… am sorry. I just… I've heard that name before, that's all. I'm… my name is Thomas. Thomas Holt."

"Oh," she said, staring at him. He was very odd, and the more she looked at him, the more familiar he became, which bothered her, since she knew she'd never seen him before. "Perhaps you went to school with one of my brothers, Peter and Edmund? You seem closer to Ed's age. Well, you might have also met my sister…"

"Susan…" he finished for her. Turning towards her, he met her gaze and locked his eyes with hers. "I believe you may be right, I think I have met them before."

Without warning, something shot through her, recognition of a kind. His eyes… she knew those eyes. Her breath hitched. Looking at his face, she almost burst into tears again.

Thomas had a fair face and a round nose that was smattered with freckles from the sun. Bright blue, almost grey eyes shone brightly from behind the curly locks of a lighter brown, almost sandy colored hair that the wind brushed into his face. He had thin lips, but his smile was endearing. Most curious of all was his ears – they seemed to stick out, just a little, mostly towards the tips.

Lucy stared at him… her mind was racing. She knew him, but… that just wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible…

Wait a minute, she thought with a lurch. Edmund had insisted she come to the park. Yes, this fellow was most likely a friend of Edmund or Peter or Susan. They'd tried that before – setting her up with someone they all hoped she would fancy. Edmund had to be behind it, though, because he was the only one of the three who knew whom her heart truly belonged. This man, Thomas, had an uncanny resemblance. No doubt, Ed had met him a school and had arranged for him to come to the park and intercept her.

And, oh, the more she thought of it the angrier she became. Thomas? That sounded close to Tumnus. And a cane? What a trick. It was to gain her attention – for truly, had she not broken into tears, she may have noticed a young man with a cane on her own, and stopped to say hello to be kind. Edmund would know that. What a ruse! And she'd fallen for it.

"Who are you?" Lucy asked, drawing back from him. "So, you're a friend of Susan's, then. A lovely joke. Very funny."

He looked confused, "Pardon?"

"Don't play stupid, I figured it out," she spat, disgusted. She leapt to her feet and faced him. "Tell me, right now, who are you really. You do look familiar, and I know someone put you up to this. I demand to know who you are, really."

Still sitting on the bench, the man sighed. "I don't think you'd believe me, now, even if I told you," he said quietly.

"Try me."

Without looking at her, Thomas reached out and took her hand. Lucy gasped, for he didn't take it in a way that we commonly know. Instead, he reached out with his thumb and middle finger, took hold of her hand and shook it. Not as if to greet her, but to literally shake her hand.

People didn't do that. In fact, the only person to ever have done that to her, was Tumnus, so long ago. He... it couldn't be... could it?

No, of course not. Anger and betrayal flooded her brain. How dare Edmund tell someone about that? She had trusted him! Lucy took her hand back and, crying once more, ran onward towards where her brother, if she could still call him that, said he'd be waiting for her.

(A/N: Okay, so I lied, this is more than a mini-fic. I've realized I can open it up more and have some fun... well, please tell me what you all think of it (that would be in a review, for those who don't know. Please don't tell me, because you'll just look silly talking to your screen) alright? I do love reviews...)