Set in the old BBC version 1988.
Susan always felt in a different, indefinable way about Peter. When he tells her that he is adopted, that feelings clear up.
Disowner; Narnia and all her delightful creatures aren't mine. Exept for a few characters, later in the story.
Another one of those bad intimate scenes of mine. I would like it very much if someone could please help me with them!
Coveredclouds14: Yea, well, to be honest with you, I already had the first 3 chapters before I dicided to put them in here. After chapter three there will be more time between the chapters. Sorry, (:. But I'm so glad you like it!
Dittany: Thank you! Yes, I really do think Peter and Susan should be together, and although I don't completely detest incest (stories! In real life it's disgusting), I didn't think it would be fitting here.
Misfit Writer: Ah, I hate rushed stories. I'm always as slooow as possible :P And after all; if you put everything interesting in one chapter, then what are the others supposed to be about?
HanyAny: I will, thanks.
KibumiWong: Thankyou, thankyou! (:
In case you guys hadn't noticed, the most things that are in Italics are thoughts or emphases. If not, I'll let you know.
III. Where Susan follows Lucy into Narnia, while Peter tries to understand himself
Susan knocked on the back of the wardrobe. Peter copied the action and then shrugged. They went outside again without looking at eachother.
"Lucy! It's just an ordinary wardrobe!" Susan said.
"Perfectly ordinary. I could see the back of it," Peter said. He couldn't believe that that nine years old girl had drove him so far, that he had walked into a wardrobe. Though it granted him a good chance to make up with Susan. He wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she didn't think... too much. He wasn't at all planning to.. get some kind of relationship with her. Yet. No, if Susan would co-operate, this wasn't going to be a nasty war at all, but to have a relationship with her...
"But..." Lucy walked into the wardrobe and indeed saw the back of it. She touched the solid wood. The solid wood that hadn't been there two minutes ago. She kicked the back out of mere frustration. It only hurt her toes.
"Good joke, Lucy! You really almost got us ther-"
"It wasn't a joke!" Lucy yelled, and Peter flinched. He and Susan exchanged some nervous looks. What the hell was going on with Lucy? Lucy turned to Susan.
"It looked different when I went to go," she said, and then looked at Peter, "Honestly."
"Come on, Lu," Peter's voice was soft and kind, though very severe, "You've had your joke. And you better drop it now." Lucy was so frustrated that she started crying on Susan's shoulder. Edmund made a gesture that suggested Lucy was crazy, and as an answer, Susan threw him a look that suggested he would die. Edmund's bodylanguage suggested he was going to flip her the finger. Then Peter punched Edmund in the face.
Without any suggestion.
Three days later still nothing had happened between Lucy and the wardrobe, nor between Peter and Susan. It was a sunny day and the kids were outside by the pond next to the house. Edmund (with a nasty black eye) was getting himself soaking wet with his attempts to catch a frog that seemed to be one to many for him. Peter, only in shorts, was lying in the grass with his sunglasses, while talking to Susan in bikini, who was bathing her feet in the cool water and tried to get a bit more tanned. That was another difference between Peter and the rest. Peter was already tanned from himself, and as if that wasn't enough to be jealous at for Susan, he also had pigment that reacted quicker and better on the sunlight than hers; she mostly just got burned. She looked at Edmund.
"Oh, why doesn't he just listen, and go change into his swimmingtrunks?"
Peter snickered.
"He's probably still pissed off, because of that punch I gave him," he said. Susan surpressed the urge to laugh, but couldn't stop a big smile from creeping onto her face.
"You shouldn't have done that!" she said, trying not to sound amused (she failed).
"That's not what your face said back there. It still doesn't, by the way. And he just asked for it. He was almost saying 'Oh, dear brother, I beg you. Please place your handsome fist that is ten times bigger then my own, just like other parts of my body," Susan bursted out in laughter, "on my terribly deformed face," Peter said with a high voice.
"He might not be your little brother, he still is mine, and people say I look just like him. Does that mean I'm deformed to?" Susan asked him. Let's see what he has to say, she thought. Peter sat up.
"No, that means that God thought Edmund didn't deserve beauty, so he gave all of his beauty to you."
Susan giggled. She wondered if he meant that. Peter sighed and closed his eyes.
"Hmm, this is going to be a real summer after all," he said optimistically.
"Aah, you better touch wood on that!" Susan replied. Peter smiled and watched her make arduous attempts to rub her own back with sunblock. He sat up and sat behind her, with her body inbetween his legs.
"Here, let me do that for you," he said. Susan showed a bit of resistance, since she still found it a weird idea of her big brother – err – not being her big brother. Not that big brothers can't rub their little sisters' backs with sunblock, but this just wasn't – appropriate. Or maybe it was. God, Susan didn't even understand herself anymore. So she decided to, hard as it was, just drop the thought. Made harder when she felt Peter's hands on her back and she couldn't decide whether she thought of it wrong or right. The only thing she knew was that GOD that felt good! She closed her eyes and repressed a moan. Peter leaned into her, letting the tanned skin of his bare chest touch her white back. He let his lips caress her neck as if it was an accident, just to give the moment that slight erotic glow. Susan wanted to be there inbetween his legs forever, but at the same time she knew she really needed to get out of there, looking at the fact that she was almost freaking out. At that moment, Lucy came out. Susan stood up.
"Hey!" Peter said, but she pretended not to hear him, and walked up to Lucy. Peter looked at his hands, white from the sunblock. Did he do something wrong? He couldn't understand Susan. Not that he was making any sense. Actually nothing was making sense at the moment.
Susan smiled at her little sister. Lucy didn't smile back. She was still sad from the sudden disappearance of Narnia, combined with the fact that nobody believed her.
"Lucy," Susan placed a hand on Lucy's shoulder, "You must talk to us."
Lucy didn't say anything. Susan pulled back her hand and sighed.
"Why don't you admit it was all a story?"
Lucy looked up at her sister. How could she be so unkind?
"You know I don't lie," said Lucy, "I never lie!"
Susan sighed again, and was about to say something, but Lucy didn't let her.
"It would be the easiest thing in the world to say I made it all up, but I didn't," she looked at the mountains in the far distance, "So I shan't."
"Found some new countries in the cupboard, lately?" the wet Edmund had showed up behind Lucy, and smeared mud in her hair. Susan again threw him one of her nasty looks that suggested his death and then ignored him, but Lucy started crying again and ran inside.
The next day it was raining again. Edmund was being I-read-a-comicbook-bored, Lucy and Susan were being we're-doing-a-puzzle-bored, and Peter was just plain bored in front of the window.
"Come on, Lucy," Susan said, "Try that piece."
Peter walked away from the window.
"Another wet day," he said. When he passed Susan, he brushed a fingertop over the bare skin of her neck. Then he walked at a map of the world, on which the professor with little flags had marked exactly where he had been, and then started to change the flags' places. Edmund stood up and walked up to Lucy, who was trying to find the right place for the piece she was holding. Then, before Susan could stop him, he grabbed the piece out of her hand, and put it in the right place.
"Oh," Susan rested her head on her hands and tried not to curse.
"Edmund!" Lucy whined. Peter turned around and looked at the scene. He just couldn't blame Edmund. Everybody always blamed Edmund, but if Peter was looking at this picture, he got pretty damn sick of Lucy too, whining and pouting only because Edmund was being... – Edmund. He looked at the rather irritated Susan. She needed to chill a little. Just a little distraction from these two souldemanding creatures. He walked back to the table.
"Let's play hide and seek," he then said, "Edmund, you're it."
Edmunds' face clouded, and he looked like he was going to scream.
"Why me?" he exclaimed.
"Because I'm the eldest, and I say so," Peter said and he winked almost invisibly at Susan. Susan blushed. So Edmund started counting. When he heard that everybody had left the room, he counted quicker. He thought he missed some numbers, but she was counting too quickly to be sure. When he was at 50, he opened his eyes and ran outside.
Peter, Lucy and Susan ran out of the room. Peter was running down the hall, until he saw a broom closet.
"Aah, Susan, here we can be alo-" he turned around. Nobody was there, and it kindadisoriented Peter. But then he heard Edmunds quick footsteps and went into the broomcloset.
Lucy was running upstairs, all the way to the attic.
"Mr Tumnus, here I come!" she mumbled. Susan followed her. She was wondering what kind of game Lucy was playing when she had told them of 'Narnia' and this was the perfect time to discover that. Lucy ran into the room with the wardrobe, opened the door, and got in. Susan followed into the room. Then she walked over to the wardrobe.
"Lucy?" Susan looked into the wardrobe. It was dark, "It's not Edmund came to find you. It's me, Susan."
Lucy didn't answer.
"Lucy?"
Susan stepped into the wardrobe. Where was Lucy? She started to panic, "Lucy? Lucy where are you? I know you're in here somewhere!"
She took two steps backwards and – crunch. Susan froze for a few seconds. No, she thought, nonono. Slowly, very slowly, she turned around. Snow. And trees. And more snow. A cold winterbreeze caressed Susan's bare arms.
"Lucy?" It was a whisper, as if she wasn't aloud to speak out loud, "Lucy?"
Susan decided to walk further. If she would just remember this lamppost – a lamppost, in the middle of the wood? - she would find her way back to the wardrobe. She walked passed the lamppost, and further into the wood.
"Lucy!" this one was harder, "It's Susan! I've got here too!"
It was really cold out here. "LUCY, WHERE ARE YOU?"
Susan walked for half an hour. Still no Lucy. She sighed.
"Lucy! Do come out! I'm sorry I didn't believe you!" No answer. Susan groaned. "Just like that little brat. Sulking; won't accept your apologies."
Bells. Bells in the distance. Susan looked around her. What on earth is that, she thought. It came closer, and closer, and Susan started wondering if it would be wise to stay there. But before she could get away, there was this beautiful white sleigh, coming from around the corner. Two beautiful white horses walked in front of it. Susan's mouth dropped in awe. She absolutely adored those gorgeous horses! The sleigh stopped next to her. In the front sat some disgustingly ugly dwarf. In the back sat this beautiful woman, with pale skin, and a wand and a crown and god Susan wished she had a dress like that! The woman looked down on her with a arrogant look.
"And whatprey are you?" she asked. Her voice was hard, cold. Frightening.
"M – my name is Susan,"Susan stuttered.
"Is THAT how you talk to a queen?" Susan felt like running away very quick, but her legs wouldn't let her.
"I beg you pardon, I didn't know – Your Majesty," she added quickly.
"You don't know the queen of Narnia? You shall know us better after this," she laughed an icy laugh.
"WELL," Susan flinched, "Answer my question. What are you?"
"Please Your Majesty! I – I don't know what you mean," the queen looked rather pissed off, so Susan just started talking about everything that she could think of. Which wasn't much, "I'm at school. Or at least I was. It's the holidays now –"
"But what are you? What are you?" the queen was irritated, "Are you a great overgrown dwarf that has cut of his beard?"
"Oh no, Your Majesty," Susan said, "I never had a beard. And I will never have one. I'm a girl."
The queen's jaw dropped.
"A girl," she whispered. She looked at the ground for a moment, and then back up to Susan, "Do you mean you're a Daughter of Eve?"
Susan looked at her with a confused expression on her face. HOW did she got into this situation? WHY was it that everywhere she came, nobody seemed to make sense? Peter; acting so strange as he does, Edmund; well, he had never really made sense, and Lucy; no, wait, she made perfect sense now.
"Well, I can see you're an idiot, whatever else you may be! Answer my question once and for all, or I shall lose my patience!" the queen was almost yelling now, and Susan flinched, "ARE YOU - human?"
"Oh yes Your Majesty!" Susan said, happy with a question she actually could answer, however weird it was.
"And how – GIRL – have you come to enter MY domain?"
"Please Your Majesty, I came in through the wardrobe!"
It was silent for a minute. The queen had a pretty dumb expression on her face.
"What do you mean?" she asked, not very charming.
"Well, I err – I just opened a door, and found myself here, Your Majesty!" Susan said. That sounds so stupid, she thought. The queen looked at the snow, with eyes widened with – err – some kind of emotion.
"A door. A door from the world of men! I've heard of such things before," she looked at the dwarf, "This may recall!"
"She's only one of them," the dwarf said, "Easily dealed with."
The witch stood up, obviously wanting to kill Susan. She flinched. Why was GOD doing this to her?
"Yet, she might know something," the dwarf added. The queen sat back down. Her look softened, and so did thankgod her voice.
"My poor child," she said, "How cold do you look! Come, sit by me on my sleigh. Than I will wrap a mantle around you, and we can talk."
Susan wasn't sure what to do, but she actually was cold and tired, and it wouldn't hurt for just a few minutes, right? So she sat down, and the queen wrapped a heavenly warm mantle around her.
"Do you feel a little better?" the queen asked. Susan nodded, scared by the queen's fingers that ran over her cheek, "Perhaps something hot, to drink! Would you like that?"
"Hm, yes please!" the queen's eyes widened, "Your Majesty!" Susan quickly added. This woman was sweet and soft and at the same time cold and icy and extremely terrifying. But that didn't surprise Susan. After all this woman was a queen. The queen took a little silver bottle out of her pocket, and let one drop of the blue fluid that was inside it fall to the ground. Susan watched how it swiftly turned into a silver mug.
"There you go," the dwarf reached her the mug. Susan took it. She took a hesitating sip from the bubbling liquid, which turned out to be hot chocolat. Okay, Susan thought, I'll stick around for a while.
"Aah!" the queen said, "You like that?"
Susan nodded. She started to feel a little bit more comfortable now the queen had stopped yelling at her.
"Oh yes, Your Majesty. It makes me feel warm, right down to my toes!" Susan said. The queen took the empty mug and threw it away, where it disappeared in thin air.
"But it is wrong, Daughter of Eve, to drink without eating!" the queen said, "So what would you like to eat best in all the world?"
Susan thought. What did she like best? She liked a lot of things. Then, was there something she had never tasted before? Oh, right, Edmund had told her about something... what was it again... err...
"-turkish delight!" Susan said.
"Turkish delight, there shall be!" and again a little drop of the blue liquid turned into a silver box with Edmund's favourite candy. Susan snickered. If he knew she had this much Turkish Delight, he would definately be jealous. She opened the box and took a bite.
"Oh, this is good!" she said. Edmund had a good taste of candy. The queen smiled at her.
"Now, Daughter of Eve," she said, "I'm eager to know all about you!" she hesitated, "You are here alone? There are no – others with you?"
Susan chewed on the last piece of Turkish Delight, and then put the empty box beside her.
"I'm not sure, Your Majesty. I have this sister... - Actually I have a sister, a brother, and a foster brother,"
"Two, three, four – FOUR!"
Susan looked up at the queen with a startled look in her eyes. The queen's eyes had widened and she looked slightly paniced. Then she looked at Susan. Susan nodded. The queen's face softened again.
"And where are they? These other three – humans?" It sounded nicely, and at the same time terrifying.
"Can't say for sure," said Susan, "One of them, Lucy – you see, nobody would believe her when she said that she's been here and had tea with a faun called Tumnus."
A gasp of breath from the queen. I'm going to kill her if I keep on scaring her like that, Susan thought.
"Anyway, we are the only ones in the human world who know about – what do you call it here? – Narnia!" Susan said, hoping that wouldn't scare the queen, for whatever reason she was scared of all the time. But when she looked besides at the queen, she didn't seem to have heard that last announcement.
"Four of them," she muttered to herself, "The prophecy of Cair Paravel!"
Susan couldn't make any sense out of it and to prevent herself from going mad, she pretended she hadn't heard it. The queen blinked a couple of times and then turned back to reality. For so far this can logically be reality. She smiled and looked at the seventeen-year-old sitting next to her in her sleigh.
"Daughter of Eve, I would very much like to meet your brothers and sister. You must bring them to me!" sha said, and although it sounded kind and definately appealing (Peter has always loved snow, and Lucy would die for such a dress. And if she can make tons of Turkish Delight by only one drop of that blue fluid, I'm sure Edmund would like it here too), it slightly alarmed Susan.
"Alright, I'll try," Susan said, to not turn the queen down.
"Because when you'll bring them to me, I shall give you more Turkish Delight!" the queen said, trying to seduce Susan. Susan shivered. Now the box was empty, she started to feel sick.
"Oh, I really can't eat more," she muttered.
"I thought you would!" the queen said self-satisfied. Susan raised an eyebrow. Oh, she must've thought I said that I could eat more. The queen smiled at her and nicely pushed Susan out of the sleigh, which kinda surprised her.
"You should come to my house. My magic house," Susan shivered again. This didn't feel good at all. Screw Edmund and his candy! "It is a lovely place, my house. Exept for one thing," the queen made a sad face, "I have no children of my own."
I think I'm going to be sick, Susan thought, while the queen went on and on, "I would so much like a nice girl. She could be a princess!" Oh please, I'm seventeen, and I really wanna leave now! Her feet were cold and her head ached with the overload of sugar, while the queen kept talking, "She would be Queen of Narnia when I'm gone! She would wear a golden crown and eat Turkish Delight all day!" Susan retched and tried to shut that image out. Now that woman is going to be MY death, instead of the other way around! Thankgod she was no longer in that sleigh, with the queen sticking to her body. The queen smiled a sneaky smile, "And since you are the smartest and most beautiful girl I have ever met, I wish to make you Princess!" Susan managed a smile, "If you bring the others!"
Susan knew she had to answer, but she was so scared she would throw up if she opened her mouth, that she wisely kept it shut.
"Now you must go back to your own country and return to me another time," the queen said, "with them."
"I don't even know the way back," Susan said grumpy.
"Well THAT is easy," the queen held up a hand and above it appeared a miniature lamppost, "You know how to get to that lamp?" Susan nodded, "Good. I think somewhere beyond that lies the world of men."
Susan moved. She felt like her bare feet (Mrs MacReady had forbidden them to wear shoes anywhere else than outside or in their own room) were dying off. The queen pointed in the far distance at two mountains.
"You see those hills?"
"Yeah," Susan said, immediatly slapping a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from puking.
"My house is right between those hills. So, next time remember; lamp, wood, hills, my house! But you must bring the others with you, or I might have to be very angry with you," she said with an icy look, "But don't tell them about me. Make it a lovely surprise. If your sister has met one of those fauns, she may have heard nasty stories about me, that might make them afraid to come," Wouldn't surprise me at all, "Fauns will say anything, you know. So let's keep it a secret."
Susan nodded.
"Bye my Princess. I will see you soon I hope."
The dwarf gassed the horses, and gone was the sleigh.
"Bye my Queen. I will see you never again I hope," Susan muttered. God, what a nasty person. This country wasn't very lucky with such a queen! Retching she kneeled down in the snow, and then puked all her insides out. Okay, that's relieving.
When she came back to the lamppost half an hour later, she bumped into Lucy.
"Susan!" she yelled happy, and she hugged her big sister tightly, almost causing her to puke again, "You've got in too! Oh, isn't it wonderful?"
"Alright, I think I believe you now," Susan said, pushing her little sister off, "It is a magic wardrobe, and I'll say I'm sorry if you like. But where on earth have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"With mr Tumnus, the faun! The White Witch has done nothing to him for letting me gp. So perhaps..." Lucy's expression was one of delightful elation, "Perhaps, everything is going to be alright after all!"
"The White Witch?" Susan had a hunch, "Who is she?" she asked, just to be sure. Lucy's face darkened under an angry frown.
"She calls herself the Queen of Narnia, but she really isn't. She does all kinds of terrible things to anyone who even dares to think anything against her," Ahorrible feeling krept into Susan's chest. Had she just screwed it up for Lucy's friend? She could hear it clearly in her mind "-you see, nobody would believe her when she said she had tea with a faun called Tumnus."Lucy looked at Susan, "Are you alright? You look aweful!"
"What would you expect, it's freezing," Susan said. She was very shocked about that piece of information about the woman she had just met, and yet not surprised at all.
"Let's go," Lucy grabbed her big sister's hand and took her back through the wardrobe. When they were back in the spare room, Lucy turned to face Susan.
"Susan, I'm glad you've got in too. The others will have to believe in Narnia now both of us have been there!"
Susan managed a smile.
"Let's go look for the others," she said. Lucy nodded. They bumped into Peter and Edmund in one of the corridors, arguing (ofcourse).
"Edmund! Peter!" Lucy yelled. Susan didn't know what to do. Lucy was sure going to tell them about Narnia. They would be eager to go there, and then they might walk into the queen. No, the White Witch.
"What is it, Lucy?" Peter asked. Lucy smiled widely.
"It's all true! Narnia is in the wardrobe! I've been there again, and so did Susan this time!" she exclaimed happily. Peter and Edmund glanced at eachother, and then looked back at Lucy. Edmund raised an eyebrow and Peter shook his head, smiling somewhat helpless as if to say that this was out of his hands. Lucy's smile faded and with a light panicing undertone, she turned to Susan.
"Go on, and tell them what you saw! Tell them, Susan!" she yelled. All eyes were on Susan now. Unpleasantly surprised by the sudden turn of attention, Susan started to panic even more than Lucy.
"Well, Sue? What is this all about?" Peter asked, encouraging her answer. Susan took a deep breath. Okay, there I go.
"Well –"
As from the next chapter, this story is going to be less BBC-based and more 'my-imagination'-based. And ofcourse my extra credit goes to Aminuleen. Thanks.