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Authoress's Note: This begins at present time LWW, so we're back. But still a few things should be pointed out. Lucy has brown eyes and blonde hair. For some reason I want her to have Peter's hair color and Edmund's eye color. So please enjoy... and review!

Peter- 15
Susan- 14
Edmund- 12
Lucy- 10
I'm going with the age differences that were in the book. But with also with the ages they seemed in the movie. So basically, Lucy's two years older than she was in the movie.

Christopher The Lost

Chapter 2. Bombings

"Lucy! Run!" Edmund exclaimed as they fled from the park and air raid sirens went off. The two raced down the side walk that was now empty. Lucy looked up as the planes began going overhead. Luckily she saw her house in the distance. She knew Edmund's house was a bit farther, so her's was the best bet. He took her hand trying to get her to run faster. "Come on Lu!" he exclaimed. He pulled her towards the shelter where her family was already running, but as she met up with them, a thought came to her.

"Wait!" she exclaimed running back towards house.

"LUCY!" Peter and Edmund screamed as Susan's eyes went wide.

Gathering his wit's, Edmund ran after her. He ran into her as she came back down the stairs something in her hand. She grabbed his hand with her free one and ran back outside. When they dove into the shelter Peter slammed the door shut, and starred down at her wide-eyed.

"What was that for?!" he exclaimed, still scared out of his mind.

Lucy looked down at the stuffed dog that was in her grip. "Christopher." she whispered.

He then noticed that it was the dog that had been Christopher's. And now that Lucy was old enough to understand who it had belonged to, she never parted with it. He looked down and tears came to Susan's eyes.

Lucy clutched the toy dog close against her. "I had to get him." she whispered.

Edmund pulled his arms around her and held her close as she began to cry.

Peter walked over to them and looked Lucy in the eyes. "I'm sorry for snapping like that." he said.

"It's ok, Peter." she sniffled "But I had to get Chris."

"Lucy, that stuffed dog is not Chris." Susan said gently.

Lucy didn't reply, only held the stuffed dog closer.

"I hope my mum's ok." Edmund said.

"I'm sure she will be. You should stay here for the night though." Helen said.

He nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. Pevensie." he said.

"It's no problem, dear." she said kissing the top of his head.

He had been Lucy's best friend for 2 years now, and he had become like a brother and son to the family. And even though they were still young, Peter couldn't help but hope beyond a hope that Lucy would wind up with him, or at least someone as respectful, kind, and loving as Edmund was.

After a while Lucy had cried herself to sleep, and was sleeping soundly in Edmund's lap. Susan had also fallen asleep, once she was sure Lucy was safetly in her dreams. Peter was nearly there but eventually could no longer hold back staying awake, and drifted to sleep. Mrs. Pevensie was the last to get to sleep. But Edmund couldn't sleep. He was too worried about his mum. It was times like these he was thankful for being an only child, for if he wasn't, he would be worrying about yet another person he cared about. But eventually he too fell asleep.

"I better be getting home." Edmund said as they stepped out of the shelter the next morning.

"I'll walk you, the street's are probably pretty busy today." Peter said. Edmund nodded his agreement.

"I want to come!" Lucy piped up.

"Alright Lu, you can come, but stay close. Don't need you getting kidnapped." Peter said "Lord knows we've already lost enough." he whispered to himself.

Susan and Mrs. Pevensie went back inside as the other three set off. The street's were crowded, as expected, and the closer they came to Edmund's house, the more nervous he became. One block of houses had been blocked off thanks to a bomb hitting there directly.

A policemen stopped them as they were but two houses away from his home. "I'm sorry children, you can't go past here." he said.

"Why...why not?" Edmund stammered.

"A bomb hit right 'ere. And it's no sight for children to see." the man replied. Lucy looked up at Peter.

"But... but that's my..." but Edmund stopped when he saw his house was no longer there. "No!" he screamed, trying to rush past, but Peter caught him.

"Ed, stop it. It's too dangerous." he said.

"I don't care! My mum!" Edmund said, struggling against him.

"Listen lad, it would be best if you went back with your two friends here." the man said.

"He's right Ed, come on." Peter said pulling a very reluctant Edmund behind him.

Lucy glanced back and grimaced when she did. She didn't want to worry Edmund, but she could faintly make out men pulling a very disfigured body from what had been his family's bomb shelter.

"You need to keep this on, darling. Are you warm enough?" Helen asked. Lucy nodded. "Good girl." she said gently. She then hugged her and when they pulled apart, Lucy clutched her dog closer.

Mrs. Pevensie looked at Susan. "Oh Susan." she said, hugging her, and rubbed her back "Be a big girl." she encouraged. Susan nodded and pulled back, a forced smile on her face. She then looked over at Edmund who was starring sadly at a poster and she was thankful she even had a mother. They had been informed that his mum's body had been found.

Helen moved on to Peter. "Promise me you'll look after the other's." she said hugging him tight.

"I will mum." he said.

She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "Good man." she said.

She then looked over at Edmund. When she finally made herself move, she kissed him on the top of the head. "Will you listen to Peter?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am." he replied.

She smiled. "Alright then." she looked at all of them "Off you go."

They picked up their suitcases and started towards the train. Edmund starred at the ground as they came closer and closer to the train. But as they nearly made it to the train, Lucy turned around and started trying to pull away from Peter, looking in the direction of their mother.

"It's alright Lucy, we've got to stick together now, everything will be alright." Peter said gently. Peter then looked up at Edmund and gave him an encouraging smile. Edmund just looked back down and started following once more. When they got to their compartment on the train, he allowed Peter to put his suitcase on the over head compartment. Edmund then sat down and starred out the window in silence.

After a while Lucy couldn't take it anymore and held her toy dog out to him. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. She motioned for him to take it. He smiled sadly and took it, playing with the paws. He found a strange comfort in the toy dog.

He looked back up at Lucy. "Thanks." he said quietly.

She nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder. And soon enough both of them had fallen asleep, each of their hands wrapped around the stuffed dog.

"Wake up you guys, our stops coming up." Peter said shaking them. Lucy looked up at him and yawned. Edmund rubbed his neck, feeling like he had been sleeping on a rock. When he realized what was in his hands, he handed Lucy her dog back.

A moment later the train started slowing. Their suitcases in hand, the four made their way to the exit door. But when they stepped out on the platform, they found it anything but welcoming.

"You've got to be joking." Edmund mumbled.

"Coombe Halt in all it's glory." Peter joked rolling his eyes.

Edmund snorted and picked up his suitcase.

"What glory?" Susan asked. This made both Lucy and Edmund laugh.

They ran off the platform as the sound of a car came to their ears. Lucy raised her hand in a greeting, but the car went passed. Edmund gently pushed her arm down, seeing it had been useless.

"The Professor knew we were coming." Susan said.

Edmund looked at his name tag. "Perhaps we've been incorrectly labled." he said, just as confused as the other's. Peter snorted and Lucy giggled.

"Yeah, that's it." Susan smiled.

Their smiles faded as they heard the sound of a horse, cart, and woman. When the owner's of the sound came into view, they looked at each other.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked.

"I'm afraid so." the woman replied.

Lucy and Edmund exchanged a glance.

"Is this it then?" Mrs. Macready asked "Haven't you brought anything else?"

"No ma'am. It's just us." Peter replied. Lucy nodded.

"Small favor's." the woman said, motioning for them to get into the cart.

Lucy gulped and walked beside Edmund to the back where they could climb on. Once they had the luggage on, Peter lifted Lucy up onto the cart. Once she was safetly on the cart, he helped Susan. After she was situated beside Lucy, he helped Edmund. And then the real challenge came... getting on the cart himself. He started trying but found it almost useless. Edmund grabbed his hands and pulled, both of them falling backwards when Peter successfully got on.

"Ow." Edmund mumbled rubbing the back of his head and sitting on the seat.

Peter nodded his head, rubbing the back of his head as well. Lucy and Susan were stiffling giggle's.

"Not... a... single... word." Peter warned.

Edmund smirked as Susan and Lucy looked down, turning a bright shade of red. The woman started steering the horse in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, they came into view of a big house. Lucy and Edmund's mouth's fell open in shock. The woman stopped the horse and buggy not to far from the door. They grabbed their things and carefully jumped off the cart, one by one.

Mrs. Macready led them inside. "Now there are a few rules you must follow." she said "There will be no shoutin', and no runnin', no improper use of the dumb waiter, and NO TOUCHING OF THE HISTORICAL ARTIFACTS!" she said, exclaiming the end as Susan reached out to touch a bust of a woman.

Lucy looked down, trying not to laugh, Edmund bit his lip, and Peter had to look down as he began smirking.

"And above all, there will be no disturbing of the professor." Mrs. Macready whispered, passing by a room.

Peter and Susan walked on, but when Lucy stopped, Edmund did too. But when a shaddow moved under the door, they gasped and quickly followed.

"Here is the room for you two girl's. And the one right down there will be for you two boy's." Mrs. Macready said. They nodded. "I must go to prepare supper. And I hope you four will behave." she said.

"We will ma'am." Peter said.

The other's nodded their heads and the four walked into Susan and Lucy's room.

"Like we feel like doing anything anyway." Susan mumbled.

"I do wish there was something we could do though." Lucy said.

Susan pulled out her book. "Try reading." she sugjested.

"Susan, your the one who likes to read for hours on end, not me." Lucy said.

Susan huffed and pulled her coat off, putting it in the closet. Lucy did the same.

"Come on Ed, let's go get settled in." Peter said walking from the room. Edmund nodded and followed without a word.

"He's become quieter." Susan said once they were out of ear-shot.

"I know. But he's an orphan now. How would you feel if you never knew dad, and then mum died thanks to one of the bombs? I know I would hate it." Lucy said.

"I suppose your right. But still, I wish there was a way we could cheer him up." Susan said.

"Maybe we'll find some way." Lucy said.

"I sure hope so." Susan sighed "I don't know how long I can take watching him like that."

"Your not his best friend." Lucy said.

"No, but I do feel like his older sister." Susan replied.

"Ok, you got me there." Lucy said.

Susan smiled and started unpacking. Lucy, once again, followed her example. After a while the boy's came back in the room. And not to long after that, Mrs. Macready came in.

"It's suppertime, come on." she said.

They nodded and followed. And the thought that was on each of their mind's "This should be interesting."