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

That day in the park, there had been much excitement. Passersby believed it to be a reunion of a kind, perhaps of a young pilot coming home from the war. Truthfully, it was a reunion, but one that not many people would fully understand.

After much tears and hugs and other excitement, things quieted down somewhat. Susan Pevensie Forrester had done perhaps most of the crying, once everyone understood the magnitude of the morning's events. Overly excited to see their sister Lucy Pevensie, who until then had seemed to be fading away and even losing the will to live, suddenly come alight once more, as she used to be, her elder brothers Peter and Edmund Pevensie were choked with gratitude.

And then there was Thomas Holt, the young man no older than twenty years who walked slowly and with a cane. Lucy Pevensie had become an almost permanent attachment to his chest, and he did not seem to mind at all. No one looking at Thomas would believe that he was not a native Londoner, or native to our world at all… no one, that is, except the Pevensies. Especially Lucy Pevensie.

After talking for a very long time, about everything and nothing, Susan decided it was time that she headed back home – and that Peter and Edmund were to escort her back, just to be safe. Peter tried to protest, but Edmund and Susan talked him into it, and that left Thomas and Lucy alone in the park. They had, at least, moved and sat down on the nearby bench, though Lucy still hadn't let go of him.

"You know," Thomas said to her hair, "Eventually you will have relinquish your grip, darling,"

"No," she said, matter-of-factly, "I don't think I will."

Thomas smiled at this, "Why is that, my darling?"

"Because," Lucy started, removing her face from his chest and staring up at him, for he was a bit taller than she was and she happened to be slumped on the bench so that she could effectively keep her arms around him, "Then I'll wake up from this dream and die because you will be gone,"

Thomas lifted a hand up and stroked her cheek, thinking how lovely she was. She was just as he remembered, if not lovelier. His memory had, naturally, been through a lot. Nearly a hundred Narnian years without her, and then more years without her… he knew his memory was fading for she was lovelier now than she'd ever been in Narnia. "I'm not going anywhere, love,"

Lucy smiled and placed her head on his chest again. There they remained for a long while, neither caring much to move. People walked by the path and stared, but they didn't care what others thought, either.

After some time, Lucy brought her head up again. "Tu-ah, Thomas… sorry, I'm not used to your name now…"

He chuckled softly, "That's alright. What troubles you?"

Lucy shifted, sitting upright and, still holding his arm, laid her head on his shoulder. "How is this possible?"

"Do you mean me, being here in your world as a Man, or you, putting your head on my shoulder?" he asked, a touch of humor in his voice.

Lucy giggled, "You, silly. You know what I mean. I'm not doubting, but… I don't see how it's possible. I mean, I know anything is possible, but… how?"

Thomas leaned his head on hers and nuzzled her a bit, "Well, I suppose you have a right to know. I…" he sighed, almost embarrassed.While he hadcarried his burdens lightly, having faith in Aslan's promise to,he knewthatLucywas so tender..."I waited for you, after you and your siblings left."

"Yes, you told me that part," Lucy urged, "Then what?"

Thomas smiled at her. She was, just as he remembered, eager as ever. "I knew that if you had gone anywhere, it would have been back to your old home – for why else would you leave? So, all I knew about Spare Oom-"

Lucy snickered.

"-Was that it was near to my old home. I lived there, hoping you would one day return to me. Time went on, the years went by, and it never came. Soon, all too soon, I was nearing the end of my life. I could feel it… but I welcomed it. As I said to you earlier, I wanted to die, hoping that in death I would… would be at peace at last."

Lucy said nothing.

Thomas continued. "The night Aslan came, he said that it was not my time to die, and he gave me an offer. He knew I loved you and that my life had been for nothing, being as empty as it had been when you left… I was tormented, you see."

"Tormented?" Lucy asked, lifting her head and looking at him a little before putting her head back on his shoulder.

"Yes, tormented," he went on, "by what I felt towards you. Fauns don't love Humans, Lucy, they love other Fauns. I had given up the will to live because even if you did return, and had loved me-"

"Which, I would have," she whispered.

"-Even so, I could not have had you. It was impossible because of our different species."

Lucy buried her nose in his arm, "I often considered that as well. It was tormenting to think of, especially since I couldn't deny I loved you and wanted you so badly."

Thomas paused and lifted his arm from her, to wrap it around her and pull her close to him. Then he kissed the top of her head and went on, "Well, as I was saying, Aslan offered me something special. He offered me… well, you. But," Thomas added this quickly, seeing as how Lucy was about to say something, "He warned me that taking his offer would mean leaving everything behind. I didn't know it at the time, but he really meant everything: Narnia, my home, my things, and even my own body. All I kept, which I didn't know I'd still had until much later, was your handkerchief.

"Anyway, Aslan warned me of this. He also said that it would be a long and often times very difficult journey before I found you, but that I would meet you again. I knew he wasn't guaranteeing that you did love me, or that you'd have me, but… seeing you again, even for a moment, was worth it. I agreed."

Lucy, now being held in his arms, sniffed against him. She didn't say anything at first, and both waited a while, letting the truth settle around them for a moment. A breeze giggled around them, at last, stirring Lucy from her reverie. "And then what happened, Thomas?"

His voice became soft against her hair, "I wish I knew better than I do," he began. "I remember Aslan kissing my forehead, and then feeling his breath, and then… it was black. Not black-black, but just… nothing I guess. I felt nothing, did nothing, saw nothing… I thought quite a bit, mostly about you. Then, there was light, and I found myself in a bed, with a doctor examining me."

"What happened? Where were you?"

"I was in an orphanage," he said.

"Oh! How terrible!" Lucy said, squeezing him tighter.

Thomas laughed a little, "Well, I had agreed to rough times," he said. "A doctor was examining me and making sure I was alright. At first, I didn't understand what was happening, but I later learned that the Nuns who ran the orphanage found me outside on the street, on the ground as if I had fainted. The doctor there asked me who I was… I didn't know what to tell them. I tried to tell them Tumnus, but the doctor didn't understand that exactly and called me Thomas, instead. I didn't mind, though, as Thomas was an acceptable name, close to my real name and yet different and new. I…" he paused.

"What was it?" Lucy questioned him.

He sighed. "I was a young boy, Lucy, and I knew little to nothing. All I could do to keep my sanity was to think of Aslan's promise... that I'd see you again. I suppose that starting over with my age was a blessing in disguise, because it gave me a reason to not know things. But, as I was saying, the doctor examined me, and learned that my legs were very weak. I tried, and the doctor tried to help me, too, but I couldn't walk on my own. After almost a year, the Nuns were able to give me braces for my legs,but no one understood that I wasn't used to having legs like these at all! I couldn't tell them that my legs used to bend in different directions, and toes were completely new to me,"

Lucy laughed, in spite of herself.

Thomas laughed, too, "Ah, yes, it may be funny, but it's true. Braces helped to strengthen my weak legs, but they could only do so much. I've never been able to walk without a cane. Braces came off three years later.I learned and grew, always holding onto your handkerchief and wanting to find you. Unfortunately, I didn't know the first thing in order to go about finding you. I lived in the orphanage until two years ago, when a Nun there,a close friend of mine who always tried to help me, found me a job here in London, for a Baker who didn't mind that I couldn't walk too well."

Lucy pulled back and looked at him, "You're a baker?"

Thomas grinned, "Yes. It's all I could do… not many people want to hire a gimp,"

Lucy grabbed his face and turned his face towards hers, "Don't say that!"

"Say what? Gimp?"

"Yes," Lucy said sternly, a hurt look on her face, "Please… that's a horrible word. And it's not true. Don't ever call yourself that again."

He smiled at her faintly, "I'll do my best, your Majesty."

She stiffly rested against him again, "Good… and don't call me that…"

"Oh, no, I have to…" She looked up at him sharply. He smiled and shrugged, "Okay, only when you're being bossy."

She slapped his arm, but smiled anyway.

Thomas laughed at her, then added softly where only she could hear, "You're always going to be a Queen of Narnia, don't forget."

Lucy smiled at him, a little sadly, "I'll never forget Narnia. My whole family is tied to it… I was so blessed to have gone there. But, here in this world, people will think you're being smart with me… and I'm not saying we won't ever fight, but still…"

Thomas pulled her close again, this time even closer than before, and, whisperingin a voice even softer than before, said, "You'll always be a queen… to me."

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes glistening a little, meeting and holding his gaze. Looking so far into his eyes made her heart race. Oh, she believed… but she could hardly believe how blessed she was. A tingling sensation flooded her body, making her feel light headed but not enough to faint. It was, she knew, her love for him full blown.

Thomas reached a hand up andstroked her face, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. Slowly, after resting his hand on her cheek for a moment and caressingit with his thumb, he tilted her head up and brought his lips down to her own.

Lucy felt a slight shock go through her; not painful, but electrifying. She'd been so lost in her thoughts about him while staring into his eyes that she didn't notice he was going to kiss her until just before his lips touched hers. The sensation, more wonderful than any feeling she'd had before, swept through her. She sighed against him.

Surprised by the noise, for he'd never kissed anyone before (how could he have when he'd only ever wanted Lucy?), he started to pull away.Lucy, though,didn't let him. He caught a brief glance of coppery lights reflecting from the afternoon sun on her hair before she'd reached up and taken his face in her own hands and kissed him back.

He groaned a little, mostly from surprise at her kissing him back. His cane, which had been resting across his lap, fell into the grass at his feet when he shifted to hold her better, wrapping one arm snugly around her waist and the other behind her head. Lucy's hands had already given up their hold on the sides of his face, and had brushed past his ears where her fingers entwined in his curly hair.

A small, happy breeze giggled through the park, swirling around them for a few moments. It ruffled their hair and tugged at Lucy's skirt and Thomas's vest. With an almost human quality, it seemed to notice that neither of them cared much about what the breeze did, even if could blow them over, and it went on its merry way, fluttering leaves as it went.

Some time later, having spent much time being oblivious to gasps and outbursts of their public display of affection, Thomas drew back from Lucy very suddenly.

She gasped and blinked, "Thomas, what's the matter?"

Tucking loose strands of hair behind both her ears, he pulled her close and rested his forehead on hers, staring right into her eyes.

"Lucy Pevensie," he said in a hush, "I love you,"

Lucy blushed, "I love you, too," she whispered.

He paused, rubbing his thumbs over her face, taking a moment to just take in her beauty, feeling how blessed he wasfor every moment with her. Had he only found her this morning? The morning seemed so long ago, now…

"Then… will you marry me?" he asked, hesitantly.

Lucy's breath caught in her chest. He… did he really want her? Was this too soon? Well, obviously they wouldn't get married today if she said yes, as her parents would surely demand propriety and they'd be engaged for a while, but still… It was true that she'd only found him this morning (was it really that soon?) but… she hadloved him for a lifetime, and, even though it was in a different world, she'd already spent a lifetime with him. True, he'd had goat legs at that time, but it didn't change the fact that he was the one who had been her friend and confidant for all those years… he'd stood by her, always. She'd been too busy to know it then, but she knew now that she'd truly loved him all her life. What else did she need to know?

"Yes," she breathed.

He blinked in surprise, "Even though I can't do everything that I should for you… I can't carry you when you're tired, and I can't pick you up andtwirl you around when you're happy. I won't be able to lift much at home, and," he gulped, remembering one of her very favorite things, "I can't dance with you, either. Even with all that, you would still have me?"

Lucy grinned and snaked her arms up around his neck. She brought her mouth just up to his, only a breath a way, and said, "Yes, and with all my heart," before kissing him again.

A/N: Wow, only one more chapter to go... and maybe a few one-shots in the future, just for some fun. I hope everyone likes this chapter... it was wonderful to write. Please review!