Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia or any Characters from C.S Lewis Books. I only made up, Asher, Clare, Aason and Molly and they're mother. And any other characters that you don't recognize from the movie or the books. Those are all C.S Lewis! He's an awesome writer by the way! LoL.

A/N: Okay this is my first Narnia fanfic. I really hope you like it.I just want to say when you're done to please review this story. The point of view will mostly be in Aason's but it will change from time to time but I promise you won't get confused. Haha.

The summary below explains what this story is about. This story is related to the book/movie The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. But there is no witch, so its just gonna be called…The Lion and The Wardrobe. But don't worry about it. Sorry about the long summary!

FULL SUMMARY: This story is about four siblings, Asher and Clare (twins that just turned 16, also the oldest, Asher is older by 15 minutes) Aason (12 almost 13) and Molly (age 7). Because they have financial problems, their mother has a new summer job and it's far from they're home. They're father is also sadly fighting in the war in Iraq. They're mother sends her children to spend the summer with Grandma Lucy in London because she just can't take her children with her and they wouldn't have much luck living on their own. Aason just can't get along with his siblings, especially his older brother, Asher and his younger sister Molly. And what's worse? They leave right on his birthday! But Grandma Lucy's stories of the famous Narnia, keep them all entertained for a while. But what happens when they actually come across the wardrobe and they journey to the actual world of Grandma Lucy's tales? Will Aason ever get close to what he calls "a broken family?"

ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!

Oh yes, there are definitely Pevensie and Carlson relations!

Molly- should remind you of Lucy

Aason- should remind you of Edmund

Clare- should remind you of Susan

Asher- should remind you of Peter.

Ahh I'm so nervous about this one TOO! I really hope you guys like it!

Enjoy!

Chapter One: The Beginning

"Grandma Lucy actually got to pet a real live lion?" Molly Carlson asked her mother eagerly.

"Yes she did." Rose smiled. "His name was Aslan, king of Narnia."

"Is there more to the story?" Molly wanted to know.

"I don't know all of it. Only Grandma Lucy remembers it all." Rose said. "And you were just like her when she was your age."

Molly's face gleamed and snuggled more deeply into her bed. Her eyes getting were getting heavy, but she wanted to hear more about Narnia.

"But you need to get some sleep, you have school tomorrow." Rose kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Mom, have u ever been to Narnia?" She asked through a yawn.

Rose chuckled. "No."

"Has dad?"

"Nope. Not him either."

"That's sad. I wish I could go."

Rose laughed. "The wardrobe is long gone honey."

Molly was so adorable. Her eyes were huge and almond shaped. They were dark brown. Her skin was naturally tan a little and her hair was dark, long, thick and curly. She usually kept it in two braids. She was always happy and smiling. But her feelings got hurt really easily.

"Do you think Asher and Clare had a good birthday today?" Molly asked.

"I'm sure they did. Its hard to believe they're 16 already." Rose sighed.

She had Clare and Asher when she was only 18. Rose was a beautiful woman with large blue eyes and blonde hair. All of the children had their father's dark hair. She was known as the most beautiful woman in the world. But it was a family joke. She was 34 years old and she loved her children dearly. Clare and Asher were born May 4, 1989. It was now year 2005.

"Good night Mom." Molly whispered and it didn't take her long to fall asleep.

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The next morning was bright and sunny.

"Mom! Asher's taking way too long in the shower again." Aason complained. "And the bus gets here in what? 15 minutes?"

"Actually its 20 minutes." Rose corrected her son.

Clare laughed. "Aason, you haven't hit puberty yet, so you don't have to worry about BO yet."

"SHUT UP." Aason growled.

"Clare." Rose warned. "Aason watch your mouth."

"Sorry." Clare said rather defensively.

Clare wasn't usually the one to start an argument. But this was just the perfect comment, she just had to make it! She brushed her long freshly washed hair. It was layered at the bottom. She put it half up. She was beautiful just like her mother, her eyes were blue and big. She was the only one with her mother's large blue eyes. She was possibly, the most gorgeous girl at school. She was smart and logical, another one of those perfect straight-A students. She was gentle and kind.

Now Aason was a small, well-built boy of 12 years of age. He was adorable and all the older girls in high school (most of them were Clare's friends) thought he was incredibly cute. He had a mass of droopy dark ringlets, which made him look even cuter. His eyes were of course dark brown and his skin was soft and not to tan but not even close to white either. He also had braces, but he looked good in them. Most of the girls in his grade would love to have him as her boyfriend, but he couldn't worry about girls when there were so much sports going on. Plus girls were one of his weaknesses that no one knew about. His moods changed everyday, in fact, he could be such a sweet kid, but his moods have been il-tempered ever since his dad got called to war.

Asher was the oldest out of all of them. Including Clare, but she was only 15 minutes younger. He looked similar to Aason, which Aason definitely hated, same dark, long, curly hair and same eyes and same skin. But he didn't look EXACTLY like Aason, just very similar. He was just about the hottest most popular guy at NVHS (North Valley High School) and a great soccer player. He had the body of a runner, hot and muscular.

Yes, they did seem to have the perfect social life at school. But sadly, they have a dad that's off fighting in Iraq. Of course, the bills were getting higher and it was hard when the father wasn't there to help paying for the bills. They all missed their father and they loved him dearly. Danny was his name. He too had a thick curly hair and huge dark eyes. But the thick curls only stayed when he was younger. The ringlets were now of course, all chopped off.

Now that you've gotten to know everybody….on with the story.

Aason banged on the door once again. "Asher!"

"Ace, leave him alone!" Rose grunted struggling through her paper work. "I have many bills to pay and I need it quiet."

"Why do you always take HIS side?" Aason spat out, pouring milk into his resses puffs. He was so annoyed that he spilled milk all over the counter and didn't bother to wipe it up.

"Wipe that up please and when your done put it in the dishwasher." Rose said sternly.

"Wow." Aason rolled his eyes. "Why don't you give any orders to Clare or Asher?"

"Because they do what they're told." Rose said now getting annoyed. "Aason, please…I really need to-"

"Molly doesn't either." Aason folded his arms. "And you still yell at me-"

"Ace! I'm not yelling at you!" Rose shouted.

"Um, I think you are." Aason said rather rudely.

"Ace! I don't need this from you. Why are you being so difficult? We haven't even started the day yet!" Rose exclaimed.

"Yeah we did! We're awake aren't we?" Aason threw his bowl into the sink. He almost broke it. He didn't eat any cereal either. He just wasted the whole bowl and all of the cereal just went down the sink, into the garbage disposal.

He angrily stalked down the hall.

Asher came out of the bathroom laughing. Rose sighed. "May I ask what is so funny?"

"Sorry, but keeping him waiting is such a riot! He gets so mad over the stupidest things!" Asher kept laughing. "He can be such a loser, its not even funny. Oh wait! It is funny!"

Clare heard the whole thing too. She was also laughing hysterically.

"Clare!" Rose said shocked.

"Sorry mom, I can't help it, it's so funny!" Clare said.

Aason heard the whole thing and came storming down the hall and went straight up to Asher's face.

"Well you're an even bigger loser than anyone in this whole entire universe!"

"Wow good one." Asher replied.

Aason's anger just kept boiling up inside of him. He wanted to punch Asher right in the face, to knock out his perfect white teeth and to give him a black eye, but he didn't.

"Aason, you've been so tensed up lately. What is wrong?" Rose asked him.

"I'LL TELL YOU WHATS WRONG! ITS LIVING WITH THE MOST HORRIBLE FAMILY THAT ANYONE COULD EVER HAVE!" Aason burst out. "AND IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, IM TALKING ABOUT YOU!"

At that moment the bus arrived and Aason picked up his things and stomped out the door, he couldn't wait to get out of there. He would just have to shower and changed at the school.

Molly already ran out the door to meet it. She always loved school.

The high school bus was right behind it.

Asher hugged his mother goodbye. "Try not to give him a hard time anymore okay? I don't know what he's going through but I need you to not make things worse for him okay?"

"Sorry mom." Clare kissed her Rose's cheek. "I won't do it again."

"Its all right honey. Now…off you go."

"Mommy!" Molly yelled. "I can't find my flowered skirt!"

Molly's bus would be coming soon after the Jr. High and High school bus.

Asher knew he shouldn't have made his brother so upset like that, but Aason really kind of overreacted.

As he boarded the bus he sat wondered what was really bothering Aason.

He's such a baby when he has his stupid out-bursts like that. Asher thought annoyingly.

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Aason felt relieved as he stepped out of the locker room showers. He combed his curls and got dressed. The bell was about to ring and he hurried out.

The day seemed to drag on. May always seemed like it was the longest month of the school year, maybe because it was the last full month of school.

He went from Math to Science. He ate two slices of pizzas at lunch that day, even though he wasn't that hungry. He was feeling depressed about the fight with his family that morning, he didn't even feel like talking to all of his homies. AHe (he was one of the most popular kids in school! What's wrong with him? Haha.) After he finished eating, he started to draw pictures on a napkin.

He loved to draw. It was one of his talents. . Brian, Aason's best friend, rushed up to him and sat next to him.

"Hey, you should sign up for soccer camp in the summer!" Brian told him eagerly, stuffing chicken nuggets in his mouth.

"Yeah I will, definitely." Aason shook away the negative and put on his positive face. He loved soccer and he was really good at it. He also loved to skateboard and to rollerblade. He knew someday when he was older, he was going to compete in the REAL competitions.

"Plus, I'm SURE Emily is going to be there to watch you everyday." Brian teased with a smile on his face.

Aason glared at him. "Will you keep it down? I don't want everyone to know that I'm going out with her." He hissed.

"Why not?" Brian asked.

"Its kind of embarrassing." Aason felt his cheeks grow hot.

"What is?" A kid from his math class asked.

"Nothing." Aason muttered and he glared at Brian again.

"You're almost 13! That's pratically an adult!" Brian told him in a more hush voice. "Growing up means girlfriends and-"

"That's because you're the sixth youngest in our class." Aason said picking up his tray.

"But…."

"Okay end of conversation." Aason stood and walked out of the cafeteria.

(quick note: more school scenes will be later)

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Aason sat talking online that night to Emily on the computer. Emily was having trouble telling her mom that her and Aason were going to hang out at the skate rink tomorrow after school. They've been talking for hours trying to work things out.

"Ace, I want the computer." Asher said standing over him.

Aason growled annoyed. Very bad timing. "I'm not done." He snapped.

"You've been on it all night." Asher said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I need to do homework."

"I don't care." Aason snapped.

EMILY: What should I do?

"Ace, please." Asher said.

Aason was about to respond when his mother called, "Aason! Give him the computer."

Aason clicked off and stood up.

"I LOVE how you always get what you want." He hissed at his brother.

"Aason, what's wrong?" Asher asked gently. "You haven't been yourself at all lately."

"Just leave me alone." Aason turned his back and walked out the door.

He flopped down on his bed and buried his face into his pillow.

"Aason?" A familiar voice said.

He sat up to see Molly standing at the side of his bed.

He groaned. "What do you want Molly?"

"Well I'm painting for art class and Asher and Clare are busy." Molly said eagerly. "You're a really good drawer so I was wondering if you could help me."

"I could care less about your stupid art project." Aason snapped.

Molly's smile faded. "Please Aason?" She asked quietly and politely.

Aason was getting really annoyed. She was the most annoying person in the world.

"Molly….did you not hear me the first time? Hear let me say it again. I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT YOUR STUPID ART PROJECT." Aason said nastily.

Molly's eyes filled with tears. "But Aason I-"

"Go away Molly! You're just about the most annoying person in the world."

Molly started to cry. "Well you're the meanest brother anyone could ever have!" She choked out and with that she ran out of his room, slamming his door behind her.

Aason flopped back on his bed. He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn't. Not when he felt like he was mad the world. Why did life have to be so hard?

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So what'd you think? Yeah this story is mostly going to be in Aason's point of view. I really hope you guys liked it. Please review! Comments, questions? Nothing mean please. Thank you so much! Ahhh I'm so nervous, I hope I did well on this story!