AN: I'm sorry if this chapter is not my best. I wanted to get it up yesterday but didn't because I didn't have time to spell check it until today. Also I wanted to make it longer but I didn't want to keep the readers waiting after that cliff hanger in the last chapter.

Susan and Peter walked into the kitchen.

Mr. Pevensie pointed to two chairs. "Sit!" he growled.

They sat. They knew that voice meant they were in big trouble.

"I don't know where to begin." Mr. Pevensie shook his head as he spoke. "As a father there are some things I don't ever want to walk in on, and this is most certainly, one of them."

"Dad-" Peter tried but he was instantly silenced by a glare from their mother.

Mr. Pevensie went on. "I mean, you try to raise your children right and this is the thanks that you get."

"Peter, I'm very surprised at you." Mrs. Pevensie told him.

"Surprised isn't the word I had in mind." Mr. Pevensie barked. "I was surprised when Edmund got that jumbo-sized crayon stuck up his nose, I was surprised when Lucy tried to flush her homework down the toilet that one time. I think the appropriate word for how I feel now would be, horrified. She's your sister for god's sake. Don't you have the slightest idea how wrong that was?"

"She's knows, dad." Peter said as soon as he could get a word in edge wise. "She knows I didn't come from Mum like she and Edmund and Lucy did."

"You told her?" Mrs. Pevensie looked shocked. "I thought it was decided that no one other than me, your father, and your grandmother knew about that. That's what you said you wanted."

"I found the box in the attic." Susan explained. "I've known for a while."

"That is besides the point." Mr. Pevensie said. "Do you really think that changes anything? Does that change how you were raised? We raised you like our own son, no different from the others."

"But I'm still different." Peter said, weakly.

Mrs. Pevensie shook her head. "You're our son. Do you think I love you any less because I didn't give birth to you? Do you honestly think you're any less one of us because of something as small as that?"

"I don't see it as small." Peter told her.

"We're getting off the point here!" Mr. Pevensie said loudly. "I don't care if the boy's birth parents were lab rats! We are his mother and father and this is his family, and we now have a family crisis because he hasn't learned that as part of this family that is not how a brother acts around his sister."

"How long has this been going on?" Mrs. Pevensie asked them.

"How long has what been going on?" Peter asked not sure of what to say.

"How long have you two had this kind of relationship?" Mr. Pevensie was still glaring at them.

Peter wasn't sure. Where had it really began? Narnia? England? When she'd found out about his birth parents? When she'd kissed him after being moonstruck? When she told him how she felt? When he confessed to lying to her? Two minutes ago? He wasn't even sure what sort of relationship they had. It was too confusing. "I don't know?"

"Um...what he said?" Susan added, not having the faintest idea what to say.

"Unbelievable." Mr. Pevensie muttered under his breath.

"I can't believe you did this, Peter." Mrs. Pevensie said.

"Why are you blaming him?" Susan demanded.

"Susan..." Peter said softly. "Don't..."

"In case you didn't notice, I wasn't exactly pushing him away." Susan told them.

Mr. Pevensie looked even more upset now. "He's the eldest, he should know better."

"By the lion!" Susan snapped, suddenly forgetting that she was not a Narnian queen in this situation just a teenager in trouble with her parents.

Peter slapped his forehead.

"By the what?" Mr. Pevensie raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Susan blushed feeling very stupid.

After about an hour of ticked-off-father and very-disappointed-in-you-mother lectures, things calmed down a bit,

"I think the problem is that you two spend way to much time together." Mr. Pevensie said at last. "I think, for the good of this family that a little time apart with do you both wonders of good."

Susan and Peter exchanged confused glances. What did he mean? They weren't together that often. After all they went to different schools most of the year. And what sort of 'time apart'?

"As you know, we were planning on sending, Susan, Lucy, and Edmund to Uncle Harold's for the holidays. But I think it would be best if Susan came to America with us." Mr. Pevensie explained.

"What?" Susan gasped.

"Why?" Peter frowned. "I'm not even going to see Uncle Harold, I thought I was being sent to study at the professor's new house." (Professor Krike had already lost the old one by this point)

"You are." Mrs. Pevensie assured him. "But It's more likely than not that you'll go visit Harold at some point, I mean, you can't study for ever."

"It's only two train rides away." Mr. Pevensie reminded him.

"And Susan would gain a lot from a trip to America." Mrs. Pevensie said, almost happily.

"But Mum..." Susan tried.

"Sweetheart, It's for you're own good, it's not a punishment." Mrs. Pevensie assured her. "And it's not forever."

"Can you take Edmund with you too?" Peter asked them.

Mr. Pevensie's eyebrows shot so high up that they almost flew off his head. "We can't afford that!"

Peter gulped. This was bad. Susan wouldn't be around anyone who knew her secret. It might have been alright if Edmund was there to help her. But since he wasn't, who was going to protect her? What if she saw a full moon by mistake? What if she got splashed with water? She'd be so far away from home...

"How long will we be in America?" Susan asked her parents.

"About three months or so." Mr. Pevensie said. "I have a job there for a while."

"We leave in a week." Mrs. Pevensie told her. "Just as planned."

"Mum, don't you think that's a little extreme?" Peter said.

"She's going to America, not outer space." Mr. Pevensie snapped. "And compared to what I want to do at this moment, no it's not the least bit extreme."

"I'm doomed." Susan mumbled.

Then Mr. Pevensie turned to Peter. "And in the meantime, I will not put up with the kind of behavior I saw tonight, do you understand?"

"Yes, dad." Peter nodded. He understood, he understood all too well.

Later, Edmund and Lucy found out that Susan wouldn't be coming to Uncle Harold's with them.

"She's going to America, with mum and dad?" Edmund asked in disbelief. "They can't do that!" What if she turned into a Mermaid in America and was tossed into a tank in a lab somewhere?

"They can and they did." Peter told him.

"Why?" Edmund's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"

"Me?" Peter said grumpily. "Why do you think it was me?"

"Well something got dad upset." Edmund shrugged.

"There has to be something we can do." Lucy said. She was worried about Susan too.

"Did you plot to steal the car again?" Edmund said trying to guess what had happened.

"No." Peter rolled his eyes. How could he plot to steal the car in under three minutes? And why would Susan get in trouble for that?

"Go through mum's stuff?" Edmund guessed again.

"No."

"Set the kitchen on fire?"

"No."

"Dress up in girl's clothes and dance around the living room?"

"Dear Aslan, no!" Was Edmund out of his mind?

"Did you play, let's throw that expensive vase on the table around like a foot ball?" Edmund asked, remembering a time he'd gotten in trouble for that.

"No! Drop it, Ed." Peter glared at him.

"Drop what?" Edmund asked. "I just want to know what happened."

"It's a long story." Peter told him.

"I've got time." Edmund persisted.

"I'm not telling you anything." Peter said point blank. "What's between me and Susan, is between me and Susan."

"Well what's going to between you and Susan is a continent." Edmund snapped. "And I just want to know why. I mean what happened?"

"Go to sleep!" Their father roared from the other room, still very upset. "I want silence!"

Over the next few days, Susan and Peter didn't get to see each other much even though the were living in the same house. Their parents sent them on various errands that just so happened to be in opposite directions all day.

The only times they got to see one another during that week were at meal times and with everyone staring at them, they could hardly say more than, "Please pass the salt." And of course the fact that they got furious looks from their parents if they even made eye contact for too long, didn't help either.

And with Lucy and Edmund trying to guess what had happened (their guesses, never even came close.), meal times were very awkward.

On the night before the last day before Susan set off for America, Peter couldn't sleep, he laid awake in bed with his eyes closed for hours. He opened them when he had the feeling that there was someone in the room with him.

"Susan?" He asked, sitting up in his bed. "What are you doing in here?"

"Sorry." She whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You shouldn't be in here." Peter said. The walls weren't thick nor were they sound proof, their parents could hear them talking at any moment.

"I know..." Susan sighed. "I just..."

"Me too." Peter gave her an understanding smile. He already missed her and they weren't even on different land masses yet!

"I wish we could spend tomorrow together I mean, we wont see each other again for a while." Susan said mournfully.

Peter shook his head. "Mum and dad will keep us busy all day, after what they saw..."

"Too bad we can just ditch everything tomorrow and hang out some place and talk." Susan said. It would be wonderful if they could just talk for a while and not worry about what the future would bring.

Peter got an idea. He knew at once it was a bad idea but looking into Susan's sad eyes, he decided to suggest it anyway. He made his voice as low as possible. "Why don't we?"

AN: Please review!