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A/N: Thank-you so much to everyone who reviewed. Sorry it's been a while since my last chapter, but here's chapter 3.

Susan's POV:

"Peter, Susan," I heard the cheerful cry of my younger sister, ring from the front door, "Come and see father."

I looked up from Peter's chest and felt his arms tighten around me, "Go on," I told him. He looked down at me and I saw the guilt in his eyes, "Go."

I gave him a reassuring smile; he looked at me for a moment longer before kissing the side of my head and walking to the door. I don't blame you Peter, I thought, as tears plunge my eyes. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away.

The only person I blamed was myself. I blamed myself for being born, I blamed myself for having to return home, I blamed myself for him living…

The list goes on and on, I won't repeat it right now because Edmund has just skidded into the room, his face lit with joy and excitement like a small child on Christmas morning. Despite my misery and sadness I can't help but smile. I haven't seen him wear that expression since before we left Narnia.

"Come on Su," he runs to me and laughs, "Come and see father!"

I shake my head, "No Ed, it's okay, you go-"

But he grabs my hand and pulls me to the door, "Don't be silly," he laughs.

Edmund and Lucy didn't really understand why father was so cold to me. I didn't understand it myself. I had caught a few of the confused looks my little brother wore whenever my father blamed me for something that wasn't my fault, even when he had been present to witness what had really happened.

I felt dread and fear when I saw the brunette man, who I was supposed to call father. He was hugging mother, Lucy and Peter. He looked up and saw Edmund and me. I watched his eyes turn completely cold when he saw me, but they instantly warmed when they fell on Edmund.

"Edmund," he said, "What are you doing in the house? Come here."

He held out his arms to my little brother. However Edmund didn't move. I was slightly surprised when I felt his hand squeeze mine.

"But what about Susan?" Edmund dared to ask. Oh God I pleaded silently please Ed, don't say anymore, please!

I looked at Peter. He gave Edmund a quick look that would have silenced the younger boy but Edmund ignored it.

"Aren't you going to give your old man a welcome home hug?" Father asked Edmund, grinning

But for the first time in months, did I see not Edmund Pevensie but King Edmund the Just.

"I already have given you a welcome but what about Susan?" said Edmund. He tried to keep his voice innocent as much as possible, "Susan hasn't even seen you yet."

"Maybe we should go inside," said Father, ignoring Edmund, "It's starting to get a little chilly out here."

"But-" said Edmund; however he was stopped from saying any more because father had started to move into the house, grabbed his arm that held mine and pulled him towards the house. I let go of Edmund's hand and I watched him look at me in confusion and surprise.

I felt a hand on my arm and I looked up to find my elder brother standing next to me, "Don't worry," he whispered in my hair, "Whatever happens I won't let him touch you."

I was slightly stunned at his words but he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I watched him walk back into the house, followed by Lucy. I stood there for a moment then followed my youngest and eldest siblings inside.

However it was a week later when I actually realized truth about my existence and my father's cruelty…

It had been a few weeks since he had come home. Mother and Father were out for the day, leaving the four of us at home. I was in the kitchen with Lucy, while Edmund and Peter were in the living room. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," I heard Edmund's boyish voice call. He opened the door and I heard a sound of a man's voice. I thought it my have been father. However I was mighty surprised when Edmund called my name.

I hurried from the kitchen and found an absolute stunned Edmund turn to look at me.

"Yes?" I asked my younger brother. He seemed speechless and pointed to the man at the door. I walked forward and found the reason behind my brother's shock.

And I didn't blame him. At the door stood a man around 35 years old and he was very handsome. He had exactly the same colour hair as Peter, same brilliant blue eyes, same pale face, same lips, same everything. But I realized the real answer to Edmund's shock and I become just as shocked as he was.

This man looked identical to Peter as we knew him just before we had fallen back through the wardrobe (AN: you know how they grew up in Narnia and all?).

Just like my little brother I was flabbergasted. I had heard of people looking alike to celebrities but this was just impossible. Utterly impossible.

I suddenly realized the man was saying something so I shook myself out of my daydream and said, "I'm sorry, may I help you?"

"Oh, yes," said the man smiling at me. He even smiled and sounded like the grown up High King of Narnia. This was starting to freak me out.

"I'm looking for the Pevensie household," he said, "Is this it?"

I nodded and said, "Are you looking for anyone in particular?"

"Ah, yes," he said, "Helen Pevensie?"

"Oh," I said, "Well, mum's not here right now. But I can tell her-"

"Mum?" he interrupted me sharply, "Helen has children." It wasn't a question, but not a statement either. I decided that I would answer it anyway.

"Yes," I said, "There are four of us."

I watched the man's eyes widen and he ran a hand through his golden hair, "Four?"

I nodded. I watched a small smile cross his features, "Actually, overlook that I came. Thank-you for you time anyhow young lady."

He nodded to me and Edmund and began to walk away. I shut the door and the two of us didn't really now what to say. Edmund finally found his voice.

"How," he said, his voice weak, "how the bloody hell is that possible?"

"How is what possible?" asked a voice behind us

We both turned and sure Peter looking at us. Edmund and I looked at each other before looking back at our older brother. I didn't really know how to explain it.

"Are you both okay?" asked Peter his voice filled with concern, "Who was at the door?"

"We don't know," said Edmund, "He never said his name, but that's not the point."

Peter looked at me, his face asking for an explanation. But I had none, only that fact that that man looked exactly like what Peter would look in another 20 years.

I remained silent so Edmund explained, "The man, he looked exactly like you."

I watched Peter face hold a little bit of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"He looked precisely like you. The grown up you," said Edmund

Peter raised his eye brows and said, "The grown up me?"

"I think Ed means how you looked before we fell back through the wardrobe," said a small voice.

The three of us turned to see Lucy standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She seemed to be listening to the whole convocation.

Peter looked back at me and Ed and I nodded. Then Peter face change, "Who was he looking for?"

"Mum," I said, "He was rather surprised that she has children."

"I bet," Peter suddenly said. I gave him a confused look, while Edmund and Lucy glanced at each other.

"Peter," said Edmund slowly, "Do you know that man?"

As young as he may be, Edmund still had the knowledge of the grown up Just King and sometimes I suspected that he could read minds or something. In Narnia we could always count on Ed to know what was happening in the Kingdom.

Peter didn't say anything for a moment. "I think we better all sit down," said Peter

He beckoned us to the living room and when we were all seated he said, "I haven't been completely honest with any of you."

He looked at me and looked me straight in the eyes, "I should have told you this years ago."

I kept his gaze for a moment, before looking away at my younger two siblings. They too didn't have an inking about what was going on.

Peter took a deep breath and said, "I don't really know how to explain this."

I watched him hesitate and bit his lip lightly and he turned to Edmund and Lucy, "We're not actually brother and sister."

I watched Edmund's eye brows raise and Lucy's face turned to even more confusion. I didn't really know what my reaction was, I was trying to understand the little sense that Peter was making.

"You see, you two are brother and sister," he gestured to Edmund and Lucy, "and me and Susan are brother and sister, but were not all brothers and sisters. But we are brothers and sisters in a way because of our parents, there not really our parents"

I watched Edmund's expression change from surprise to a look that told me that he thought Peter was awfully insane.

Peter sighed when he saw our expressions, "I'm not making much sense, am I?'

Edmund shook his head and gave a nervous laugh, 'Not much."

"Okay," he stood and began to pace. He paused for a second before trying to start again, "Many years ago mum had an affair. Susan and I were the result of that affair. However mum was married to father at the time, so he didn't ask questions when I was born but it got a little complicated when Susan was born."

"How?" asked Lucy. I saw Peter hesitate, "He just found out."

I sat there stunned. I stared at Peter for a few moments. Questions that I had asked myself all my life were starting to find answers. Everything was fitting into place now.

"You tell me this now?" I whispered, "After all these years…"

"Su," said Peter. The younger two looked at me but I had forgotten that they were in the room. I didn't say anything, I just stood and hurried out the room and it was only now I realized that all my life I had lived a lie….