Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except

Authors Note: I want this chapter to be the big "WOW I get it!" chapter. If you haven't yet figured out what the plot is by this chapter, then I can't help you.-X-

Peter took the ship as an omen. He wasn't sure what the omen was warning exactly, but a sinking ship that had been in the sky for two days, and had followed them to another continent…well that was weird. Despite that Peter didn't want to think about bad omens, he found himself tossing and turning all night until Susan awoke as well and sat next to him on the bed.

"Peter," She said and placed a hand on his cheek, just like Helen always did when he was upset. "Peter, everything will be all right. They have to."

Peter turned his head and let her hand fall.

"How can you be so sure? How can you sit here and comfort me when you are just as scared as I am?"

Susan let her eyes fall on the sheets. She found a spot and picked at it.

"I don't know. But I do know that it will be ok."

"You don't sound like yourself Su. You sound like Mum. Not at all like your know it all self." He let a smile settle on his face.

"Oh shut it." Came a different voice. It was Edmund.

Edmund was in the room with a toothbrush in his mouth. He was scrubbing ferociously as if to get it spot clean.

The smile on Peter's face disappeared.

"Ed. Don't…" he warned.

For once, Edmund shut his mouth. He walked out the room, the sound of brushing following him down the hall.

Susan stood up.

"Well. It's near time for breakfast. Best was Lucy."

Peter nodded.

"Peter…I know you feel responsible for us. But we're a family…a team. We work together." Susan said. "Your not the boss."

-X-

Lucy sat at the breakfast table, silently eating her butter and jam toast. Crunch! Crunch!

She was tired as she had stayed up all night thinking about Mum and whether or not she was ok in their house, all alone.

She must have fallen asleep though, because the next thing she knew, Susan was pushing her awake saying it was time for breakfast.

Mrs. McCready had made them each a piece of toast. It was dry, but Peter had sown her how you could lather it with jam and make it seem like the toast back home. Now, they all sat around the table making no sound but the crunching of toast in their mouths.

Peter was the first to finish, though he had taken the smallest bites. Peter had been doing that lately. Every since the beginning of the war, when Mum had told them they had to cut back on food, he had taken the smallest help-ling and taken tiny bites to make it last. Today, though he had been given two pieces of toast, he had given the other to Lucy, saying that a growing girl needed food. She was grateful, of course. She was always grateful for what he did for them. Always and forever…

"Right then." Peter said and stood up.

Susan brushed off crumbs from her hands and stood as well.

"Let's go explore." She said.

Edmund looked excited then, and he pushed his seat away form the table and leaped up.

"Yeah, I bet there's lots of stuff outside to explore."

Lucy stood to, though she hadn't finished her toast. She could never finish her food.

Susan gathered the dished and placed them in the sink, while Peter helped her wash her hands. Edmund had refused to have Peter help and had to sit on the sink to reach the knob.

Lucy thought that was pretty funny.

-X-

Edmund lay on the carpet in the reading room, gazing at the ceiling. It was raining in thick heavy drops, so they couldn't go outside. Until they got new boots and slickers, they had to stay inside when it rained.

And slickers were expensive now that it was war. They couldn't afford it, and neither could the Professor.

Edmund punched the bottom of the chair her was under. He hated the rain. Hated it, hated it, hated it!

-X-

Peter sat in a stiff armchair, that felt as though it hadn't been sat in since the 1800's, while Susan tried to entertain him.

"Come on Peter. Gastro vascular."

Peter sighed. Susan had been reading him words from a dictionary, making him guess the meaning for what seemed like hours.

"Is it Latin?" he asked, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

Susan looked down for a while then responded.

"Yes."

"Is it Latin for, worst game ever invented?" piped up Edmund.

He rolled out from under the chair and gazed at them all with his greedy black eyes. They used to be blue like his, and they still were blue per say, but now they were tinged with hatred that the war filled him with.

Susan slammed the dictionary shut, as he and Edmund shared a silent laugh.

Suddenly, Lucy appeared.

"We could play hide and seek?" she suggested.

Edmund rolled his eyes Peter was disappointed to note.

"But we're already having so much fun." Peter said, sarcasm dripping from his voice like venom.

"Oh please Peter." She tugged on his shirt, eyes begging. "Pretty please?"

Peter pretended to think deeply about it, then started to count.

"One. Two. Three…" he said then leaned up against the wall.

Everyone scattered out the room.

It was a symbol of his life.

-X-

Lucy ran as fast as she could from the room. Susan disappeared from sight almost instantly, but Edmund appeared as soon as she was going to hide behind the curtains.

"I was hear first!" he said and shoved her beside.

Lucy stuck out her tongue then continued to run. Peter was now at twenty-seven.

At first she ran to a door near the window, closest to Peter, but it was locked. So she rushed over to the next door. It was open.

When she first opened the door, she spotted nothing. But there was the faint tint of salty sea air in the room, which made her continue to go in, shutting the door behind her.

Then she saw it. There was a huge mass hidden under a white sheet smack dab in the center of the room. Cautiously, Lucy made her way to it.

Curiosity drove Lucy to snatch the sheet off the object. It descended down to the floor in a swirling motion.

"Eighty-seven, Eighty-eight, eighty-nine."

Peter was almost coming! She quickly climbed into the wardrobe and closed the door, only a little, because it is very foolish to shut one's self in a wardrobe. There were fur coats hanging, which she rubbed her face against.

"Ninety. Ninety-one, ninety-two."

Lucy peered out the crack and smiled. He would never find her!

Peter had reached Ninety-five when Lucy started to back up. She kept expecting to feel the hard of the wardrobe, but instead the crunching of mothballs beneath her feet gave way to clicking and clacking of a hard wood floor. She slowly turned around and gasped.

It was not a wardrobe; at least, Lucy didn't think it was.

No. It was a boat of some sort. People were bustling about; chatting parents watched kids that were playing with toys that Lucy had seen in history books Peter and Susan brought home.

Lucy edged forward, until bang!

There was a man standing there, and he was looking at her with utmost surprise on his face. Lucy screamed, shocked at it all. Why was there a man in the Professor's wardrobe? Why was there a ship in the wardrobe?

The man screamed to, and boxes dropped from his hands.

Lucy felt bad then. She hadn't meant to cause him distress; she was only shocked that he was there. So she walked closer and started picking some boxes up. The man had curly hair and to stick out ears. He was very funny looking.

The man pointed a pencil at her and mumbled something that sounded like "Um...I…just…um…"

"Were you scared of me?" Lucy whispered, handing him the boxes she gathered. HE circled her, picking up the rest.

"Well…yes. You frightened me a little." He smiled. "Rather silly, I know."

"No. It's all right." Lucy looked at him then. All around him people were dressed in stiff starch clean clothes. But he looked different. He was dressed in clothes similar to Edmund and Peter's. Not clean wise…the style. "If you don't find me asking, who are you?"

"Well, I'm like you." He simply said.

"Isn't everybody?" she asked. "I mean, like me? We're all humans right?"

Dcvgtf t"Yes, but your from the future. Like I am. I arrived on this here ship age ago. You?"

"I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room and then…I ended up here." Lucy frowned. "I'm rather confused. Where am I now?"

"Why, my dear, you are on the grandest ship in the world. The Titanic!

Lucy gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Even she knew about the Titanic, which had sank years ago. She was on it? She had to go!

"Yes, I see you understand the situation." He said gravely. "My name is Tom Tumnus. Come with me to my cabin and I'll explain more."
"That won't be needed thanks." Lucy said and started to turn for the wardrobe. "I have to go." She turned. "My name's Lucy Pevensie by the way."

"Well Lucy Pevensie from the shining city of wardrobe in the wondrous land of spare room, how would it be if you reconsidered and came with me?"

"Oh but I can't. It's almost tea." Lucy lied. She had to leave!

"But they'll be a fire. And-and tea. Cakes as well. Anything you'd like."

That did sound good, even to Lucy. Anything she'd like…even…?

"Could I have scones?"

"Of course."

"With butter?"

"Yes."

"And…and in my tea, could I have sugar and cream?"

"Why not?" he laughed.

"The war never let me have any of that…" Lucy thought. "OK!" she finally responded and grabbed his hand.

He led her up a deck until they reached a room with the number B52 on it. Tom opened the door and pushed her in.

"Welcome to my suit!" he cried. "I'll have Trudy light a fire for us."

-X-

"Well it all started when…go ahead have a scone." Tom said when Lucy reached for a scone, but didn't grab one, her hand hovering over the plate. "It all started when I was experimenting with time back in Scotland. I wanted to go back in time, but never could make it. Then I came back in this time for some reason and ran into this lady…Jadis. Jadis said she was here from the future as well and she wanted to put a stop to the sinking. So we got these first class tickets. But see, then this other person by the name of Cooney came and he didn't to warn the people the ship would sink. Obviously, this was a good thing. We could change history by telling-but I can't tell Jadis that. She would be so angry. Anyway, she destroyed him. But I can't say more."

"You're a nice man, Mr. Tumnus." Lucy said.

"Oh but I'm not." He said. Lucy looked at him.

"Why ever not?" Lucy confusingly asked him.

"Because. Jadis said that only we from the future could be on this ship. So she told me anyone I met who looked odd or told me they were form the future, I was to bring to her."

"Oh, but you wouldn't…" Lucy said but noticed the grim expression on his face.

"But I have." He said. "I have."

"No-Mr. Tumnus you musn't."

"I know. I know!" he said and began to sob. "But I don't want her to kill me to."

"I thought we were friends!" Lucy said and she to began to cry.

Mr. Tumnus looked up.

"Never, in all my years, did I think I would make a child cry." He wiped his eyes with a hanky that Lucy handed him. "I will help you escape Lucy Pevensie. Damned be the consequences."

Lucy smiled.

-X-

Lucy stumbled out the wardrobe and ran running for the door.

"It's all right! I'm back! It's all right!" she cried.

Edmund peered out from the curtains.

"Shut up, he'll hear you!"

Peter walked through the door and spotted them.

"NO, I don't think you two get the idea of this game." He said.

"Weren't you wondering where I was?" Lucy asked, a bit confused. She had been gone for hours!

"That's the point. He's seeking you!"

Then Susan appeared. She saw them all together and smiled.

"Does this mean I've won?" she asked.

"I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore." Peter said.

"But…I've been gone for hours." She said and proceeded to tell them what happened.

-X-

Susan rapped the back of the wardrobe that supposedly contained the Titanic.

Edmund rapped the sides, really hard to mock Lucy.

"Lucy, the only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe." She said and sighed.

"One game at a time Lu." Peter said and tried to smile. "We don't all have your imagination." And they started to walk away. Lucy however, remained in her spot next to the door.

"But I wasn't imagining!" Lucy cried.

"That's enough Lucy." Susan firmly said.

"I wouldn't lie about this!" Lucy was angry now. Why wouldn't any of them believe her?

"Well I believe you." Edmund said and faced her.

"You do?" asked Lucy and furrowed her brows.

"Of course. Didn't I tell you about the football fields in the bathroom cupboards?" he smiled and expected them all to laugh with him but they didn't.

Susan watched all this, a frown on her face.

"Will you just stop?" Peter hissed. "You just have to make everything worse, don't you?"

"Its just a joke." Edmund whimpered.

"When are you going to learn to grow up?" Peter sneered.

"Shut up! You think you're Dad but your not!" Edmund screamed in Peter's face and ran out the room, feet slamming the steps.

"Well that was nicely handled." Susan said and followed him.

As she walked out she could hear them still talking.

"It really was there." Lucy tried a final time.

"Susan's right Lucy." Peter said, his voice hard. "That's enough."

A/N: see that little button over there next to the words "Submit review"? Something magical will happen if five people press it and type in what they thought about my chapter. Another chapter will magically appear! –gasps- D