Ahhh...sick ): which sucks cause I have to go back to college tommorow. So I guess I'll just chill in bed and write (: Either this will be a very long chapter or there will be another one! So that would be three chapters in one day! Not promising anything...but its a possibility. I'm so sorry the last chapter sucked so bad as far as Lucy and Caspian moments, but I just thought I needed to put all that in there. Anyway, I was thinking, and who else thinks that Georgie Henley has gotten EXTREMELY beautiful? Seriously, I wanna look like this girl. Okay...I'll stop ranting...heres chapter 7!

Chapter 7

CASPIAN'S POV

Back aboard the Dawn Treader, Caspian stood with Drinian near the helm, talking about their next plan of action. His attention was not fully on the ship's captain, however, because it was rather focused on the beautiful young Queen whom he could see, sitting on the deck floor with her legs tucked behind her, chatting merrily with Reepicheep. As he nodded in agreement with various things Drinian was saying to him, and occasionally giving short answers, he watched as Lucy would smile at the little mouse as she spoke, not a care in the world. He watched as she raised her hand to brush a spare curl from her face, and throw her head back in laughter, a mass of glossy curls cascading down her back, the tips nearly touching the ground. He felt his face heat as she caught him staring, giving him a shy look and smile, looking down at her hands in her lap and letting her hair shield her face. As if in a distance, he heard Drinian's calls of "Caspian" but he was lost in a trance. All of the sudden he felt a shove on his arm.

"Caspian!" He shook his head, coming out of his trance, and turned to see Drinian giving him a knowing look.

"Taken a fancy to the little Queen I see," Drinian commented, a sly smile on his face. Caspian tried his hardest to look astonished at the assumption, shaking his head and turning so his back was facing Lucy.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Drinian roared with laughter.

"Oh come off it. The whole crew knows, except, that is, for the girl herself. Oh and her brother has not caught on yet, you should be happy about that." Caspian was relieved, but attempted not to let it show on his face.

"I don't fancy Lucy. I merely am her best friend." Drinian laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Alright, say what you want." Caspian shot him a glare before quickly looking back to Lucy. "Haven't seen this blue star you spoke of. I think that man was a bit loony." Drinian added.

"No, no. He was perfectly sane. He said there may be another island the Lords may have stopped at for food. I think once we pass that island the star will appear, don't worry." Drinian shrugged, going back to the wheel once more. Caspian sighed, he did not know that his feelings towards Lucy were so obvious to others, he hoped that he would be able to hide it enough to keep it from Edmund, and Lucy herself. He knew that Lucy would eventually be taken from him, and he did not want to start anything that he could not finish. He made his way down the steps, and was caught off guard when Reepicheep ushered him over enthusiastically.

"Yes Reep?" He asked, eyes settling on Lucy instead of the little mouse. He checked himself though, and pulled his eyes away from hers painfully and resting them on his mouse friend.

"The lady and I were just talking about sword fighting. She informed me that you taught her a few things a couple of years ago." Caspian nodded in confirmation. He remembered the afternoons spent with Lucy outside of Aslan's Howe, laughing as he watched her swing a sword about. She had only been 12 at the time, and he himself 17. He was drawn to her sister, Susan, at the time, but Caspian could not help remembering finding the younger of the Pevensie sisters quite charming as well as wise beyond her years. Reepicheep continued.

"Well, she seems to think that she is experienced enough to challenge you." Caspian smiled, turning back to Lucy. She looked shy but had that sly look on her face that she got when she was determined and challenging someone. Caspian chuckled.

"Well, I don't think there is any other way to find out than to try? How about it?" He asked Lucy, mimicking her sly smile.

"Alright, then." She answered, and with that she stood, grabbing a sword from a offering crew member. Caspian already had his, and led Lucy to a clear space. The rest of the crew gathered, looking interested. Edmund stood with his arms crossed, clearly not liking the situation.

"First blood," Lucy told him, bowing to him, as was customary before a challenged fight. Although Caspian did not like the idea of possibly drawing blood from Lucy, he agreed, and bowed back to her. Before he could even register what was happening, Lucy had swung her sword fiercely, catching him off guard. He raised his sword to guard her blow, but was still so suprised by her that he stumbled a few steps backwards and fell. Lucy raised her hand to her mouth, giving a melodic laugh. The crew tried to hide their laughter, but could not. Caspian shook his head with a smile and sprang back up, swinging his sword. He could not deny that he was suprised by the young girl's tough stance, and hard blows. She kept up with him perfectly, guarding each attempt of his to swing at her. All around, Caspian could hear the crews claps and enthusiastic cries of suprise. Catching a glimpse at Edmund, he still had his arms crossed, but smiled proudly at his sister. Caspian shook his head in disbelief, it was clear that Lucy had been practicing. She swung at him hard, time and time again, stepping lightly like a ballerina and never losing her smile.

"Oh come on Caspian! I'm not gonna break, at least try!" Caspian laughed, she thought he was going easy on her.

"Honestly Lucy, I am trying." This made Lucy shake with laughter as she fought, a new wave of confidence coming over her. The fight lasted much longer than Caspian had expected. After a few more blows each, Caspian aimed a little to high for her, his sword flashing across her cheek, drawing blood. She laughed, dropping her sword and bowing back to him in congratulations as the crew clapped enthusiastically. Caspian dropped his sword, and rushed forward, inspecting her cheek. She only laughed again, insisting it was a small cut and barely hurt. Nevertheless, she did not fight when Caspian placed a quick kiss on the scratch in apology. He leaned over and spoke in her ear.

"You've gotten good. Scared the crap out of me." Her laughter rang in his ears.

XoXoXo

That night, the crew was so exhausted that not even Drinian wanted to stay up and keep the ship moving, so the anchor was dropped, and the Dawn Treader simply floated on peaceful waters, with the light from the moon casting a delicate glow over the deck. Caspian had wanted to say goodnight to Lucy, so he had made his way to her room, but when finding she was not there, he ran above deck. His pace slowed as he spotten her, dressed for bed and sitting as she had hours before on the deck floor, her hair blowing gently with the wind. He made his way over to her, warmth invading his body as she noticed him, giving him a smile. He sat down next to her.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He asked softly, leaning over so that he could stare directly into her face. She merely shrugged, biting her bottom lip. The scratch he had left on her cheek was red and now scabbed, and he knew he would feel awful if it left a scar. He raised his hand to her cheek and traced the mark gently. She smiled up at him.

"I just am not tired. I guess I just want to spend as much time as possible memorizing this place. I don't want to forget when I leave." Caspian felt the usual sickness he felt as he though about Lucy leaving him, never to return. Even with this, he still had a look of confusion on his face.

"Why do you think you'll forget?" Lucy sighed.

"I don't particularly think that, I just want to be sure. Peter and Susan, they barely even speak of Narnia. In fact, Susan doesn't speak of it at all, and when Peter does, it is very rarely done." Caspian shook his head and laughed.

"Oh, Lucy-love. I seriously doubt you'll forget. You were the first of your siblings to discover Narnia, and you and Aslan have a very special relationship. I can tell you love it here." She smiled, he knew he had made her feel better. After a few moments though, she was back to wringing her hands in her lap, and biting her lip as if she was nervous.

"Caspian, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"You fancied her didn't you?" Caspian looked at her, confused. "Susan." She finished. Caspian could not believe she was asking him this. He wouldn't say that he ever felt strong feelings for Lucy's sister, their conversations never lasted more than a few minutes. Now that he thought about it, he was probably most drawn to Susan because of her beauty.

"Well, yes. Your sister is very beautiful." He said simply. He watched Lucy's face turn to a look that he could not quite read, and she stood swiftly.

"Of course thats what you would say! That's what everyone says!" She was raising her voice to him, he could tell that she was angry with him but he could not imagine why. He stood, trying to take her little hands in his own but she yanked them away, crossing her arms across her chest.

"When we were all in Narnia for the first time, when I grew up here to be eighteen, all I ever heard from all of the suitors that visited Cair Paravel was how beautiful Susan was! And now I have to hear it from you!" With that, Lucy dashed back down deck, into her room. She left Caspian feeling utterly confused and hurt.

XoXoXo

LUCY'S POV

Of course Caspian fancies Susan. Who doesn't? She's beautiful. Lucy walked up and looked in the full mirror that sat in the corner of the cabin she stayed in, observing herself. And I'm not. I'm just plain. She sighed, and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She was tired of being second rate next to her sister. She loved Susan, and they never had any real quarrels, but she had always been jealous. Susan had always been more beautiful than Lucy. But wait, I could be beautiful as well...Lucy ran over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out the page containing the beauty spell that she had ripped from Coriakins book of incantations. She looked over the page, smiling. After studying it for a moment, she recited it. She could a feel a cool breeze in the room as she spoke, and her stomach was in knots. After she finished, she set the spell down and looked down at herself, seeing that her legs looked longer and her bust had grown. Lucy stood, and walked over to the mirror, gasping at what she saw. She did not look exactly like Susan, but prettier. She was taller and curvier. Her reddish brown hair was now a golden brown, shining even when the light did not hit it. Her eyes had changed from hazel to a striking light blue. Her lips were fuller and red.

"I'm beautiful." She said, mesmerized. She closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them and jump in suprise as she saw Aslan's reflection in the mirror next to her. She smiled in happiness and turned to hug him, but found that he was not physically next to her, only in the mirror. She turned back to look at him, and her eyes saddened as she saw the look of disappointment on his face.

"What have you done, child?" He asked her, sounding as disappointed as he looked. Lucy looked back at her own reflection in the mirror, staring at the beauty she found there, but finding she no longer felt happy about it.

"I-I just wanted to be beautiful. Like Susan." She answered in a whisper, ashamed of herself. The lion sighed, taking a step forward.

"You doubt your value." Lucy shook her head.

"No that isn't true! I just wanted to look different." She tried to explain herself, but even then finding that she felt ashamed for doing something to make the lion so disappointed in her.

"The problem is that you did not know you were already beautiful. You and your sister may look different, but are both unique and beautiful in a different way." Lucy felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, is there any way I can fix it?"

"I will fix it. You will look as before. Remember to have pride in who you are, and never doubt yourself." With that he turned in the mirror, breathing on her, before his reflection turned and he walked out of sight. Lucy turned all around, looking for any sign of him, before looking back in the mirror. She looked just as she had before she recited the spell, and felt relieved. She ran to the bed where she had sat the piece of paper, crumpling it up, and threw it in the fire. She heard a knock on the door. She ran to it, opening it quickly.

"Lucy, what did I do wrong?" Caspian asked. He looked hurt and even though she was sorry for making him feel that way, she was still put out by the fact that Caspian had acted just like all of the other men that were constantly drooling over her elder sister. She let him in, and he walked over, standing in front of the fire waiting for her. She made her way over to him, feeling nervous.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, not looking into his eyes.

"Lucy, no. Tell me why you got to upset when I merely called your sister beautiful." Lucy bit her lip, and felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she finally met her best friend's eyes. He looked hurt and confused and slightly angry all at the same time. She looked away once again at the floor.

"I just got mad that you were just like all of the other men, constantly falling all over Susan. And the reason you gave for fancying her was that she was beautiful. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of listening to men go on and on about Susan and pretending like I don't exist. I'm tired of not being beautiful." She finished the last part, and looked back into his eyes. The confusion and anger were gone. Now all that remained was the hurt and now he also looked suprised.

"But you are beautiful, Lucy." He caught her off guard, but she shook her head, insisting not to agree. She heard his sigh and he caught her face in his hands, staring into her eyes. "Lucy, I'm not lying. I admit to thinking that Susan is beautiful, but I never said that you aren't as well. In fact, in my opinion, you are more beautiful than she will ever be." Lucy stared at him, confused, she had never had someone say something like this to her before.

"But-I'm-" She tried to start to say something but he shook his head to silence her, pulling her over to sit on the bed. He knelt down in front of her. For a few moments, he simply stared at her. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Lucy, how can you not see it? Everytime you look in the mirror?" She shrugged, shaking her head. Caspian sighed once more.

"Well I certainly see it. The moment I look at you I am drawn to your eyes. Big and hazel, so thoughtful and dazzling, with long, dark eyelashes. Then there is your skin, fair and soft, with adorable freckles all over your nose and cheeks." Lucy blushed, she hated her freckles. She didn't know, though, that Caspian liked them. "Your gorgeous big smile, and pretty red lips. And your hair, I love your hair. Long and flowing, perfect curls and waves. Lucy, I really don't understand how you could ever see yourself as anything less than beautiful." Lucy was blushing madly at this point, not used to being talked to like this. Her eyes met Caspian's, and she saw that he was smiling back at her. She didn't say anything, but leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Caspian scooped her up and stood, bringing her with him so she was suspended in the air, and hugging her tightly to him for a long while. Eventually he let her down, swaying her softly, and kissed her hair.

"Beautiful Lucy-Love," He said aloud, putting butterflies in her stomach.

And she believed him.

A very fluffy chapter! Not as long as I intended it to be but I'm still thinking about throwing in another chapter before I go to bed tonight. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!