AN: I'm so sorry about it taking so long. School is being horrible and I have NO time to do anything other than work. Well, enjoy this chapter... I own nothing other than Elizabeth and the smarmy, gross Dan. Everything else belongs to the wonderful C.S. Lewis.

Ch. 2. "I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight"- U2

That night after taking Lucy to her room, Elizabeth lay restlessly in bed. She was unquestionably and utterly bored out of her mind. Elizabeth sulkily thought that had she still been at home, she would be out with friends at clubs, dancing and having fun. But, since she was stuck here, all she could do was relax and imagine. Though that option of relaxing may have sounded good to most people, Elizabeth was someone who needed to live every moment of her life doing something wild and dangerous.

Deciding that going to take a nighttime saunter seemed better than doing nothing, she jumped up from her bed and quietly headed outside and into the front yard.

There, she walked for a good half an hour, until she was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of a car driving nearby. It was the same eerie 20-year-old as earlier.

He slowed when he saw her and motioned from Elizabeth to come over. She did. Which she knew was an incredibly unintelligent idea.

"Hey, babe," the man said once she approached. "You look like someone who's willing to have a good time. I'm going to the club. Care to join?"

Elizabeth thought it over for a moment. On one hand, she knew it was dangerous and stupid and that she could end up getting hurt or worse. On the other hand, she was dieing to get out and do something fun.

She decided to follow her rash side and retorted, "Only if you promise to never call me 'babe' again."

He chuckled as he opened the car door for her and then closed it when she got in.

Elizabeth spent three hours drinking (even though she is underage) and dancing at the club with the creepy guy whose name she learned was Dan. He didn't hurt her or anything, which she was undeniably relieved over.

She decided that taking the risk of getting in a car with a stranger was totally worth it. She had fun and now, being driven home, she agreed to go again the next night.

Elizabeth, once home, snuck as quietly as a drunken person could into her bedroom and fell asleep fully dressed.

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The morning after was awful for Elizabeth. She was tired and had a major hangover, which was the main downside to everything she had done the previous night. After showering, which made her headache feel slightly better, she put on a casual blouse and skirt and headed downstairs, where the children she had met last night were eating breakfast.

"Morning," she said as she approached the table. She took an available seat next to Peter whom, for she had not realized last night, was rather gorgeous.

Peter and Susan grumbled a "Morning" in reply, out of politeness more than anything else, but did not acknowledge her otherwise. Elizabeth immediately became aware of the unquestionable tension in the room. She figured it was better to refrain from asking about it, plus she really didn't care to know.

Elizabeth helped herself to some coffee and eggs and ate silently, mulling over what she could remember from the previous night. She realized, shaken, that the last thing she could recall was entering the club. She was a little wary of what she may have done last night that she could not recollect.

A few minutes later and the youngest Pevensie excused herself after finishing her breakfast. Then, Edmund and Susan left, leaving her alone with Peter.

"So, what time did you get in last night, exactly?" Peter asked her suspiciously. Elizabeth was shocked for a moment and unable to reply. She wondered how he knew she was out late.

Composing herself, she said, "Late. How did—"

"—Lucy told me. She had gone to wake you up last night to tell you that she met with the faun—" he spat that word angrily. "—Again, and you were not in your bed."

Elizabeth replied with a small "Oh" and then stuck some more eggs into her mouth to show she had no more to say.

"I know it's non of my business where you go but—"

"—But what?!" Elizabeth retorted angrily, not wanting to get lectured by someone her own age.

"But, just… be careful," Peter said and Elizabeth was once again left to be shocked as he got up and left the table. She wondered why he cared, why it even mattered to him what she did. Though she recognized that the smart thing to do would be to take his advice, she knew she would ignore it when the night rolled around.

Dismissing her thoughts of Peter, Elizabeth finished off her breakfast and left to find something to do.

Seeing that the sun was out and the day looked nice, Elizabeth grabbed an interesting looking novel from the library and headed outside. She took a seat under a shaded tree and started reading, enjoying the peace for one of the first times in her life.

Her peace was short lived though, when the Pevensie children came outside to play a game of cricket. Elizabeth never much liked that game, or any other sports. Lucy took a seat by her, while the other three went to start playing.

"And Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket," Peter narrates, as he throws the ball at Edmund. Elizabeth looked up from her book and watched as the ball hit the younger boy in the leg.

"Ow!" Edmund complained, sending an icy glare at Peter. Elizabeth figured that the tension she noticed at breakfast had yet to dissolve.

"Whoops!" Peter laughed, not noticed the angry look he was receiving. "Wake up, Dolly Daydream!"

"Why can't we play hide-and-seek again?" Elizabeth heard Edmund mutter irritably.

"I thought you said that it was a kid's game," Peter shot back, smiling.

"Besides," Susan added, in a smart tone of voice. "We could all use the fresh air."

"Not like there isn't air inside," was Edmund's smart-ass reply. Elizabeth laughed inwardly at that comment, thinking about how the younger boy reminded her of herself.

Getting back to the game, Peter got ready to pitch, questioning Edmund, "Are you ready?"

"Are you?" Edmund retorted, preparing for Peter's pitch. He smacked his bat—which caused Elizabeth, who was not paying much attention to the game, to jump slightly—and got ready to hit the ball.

Peter pitched the ball. The next thing Elizabeth heard was the sound of breaking glass and clanging metal. Great.

Lucy hopped up and grabbed Elizabeth's hand, dragging her, with the others, through the house and up several flights of stairs until they reached the spot of the chaos. There was broken glass all over the floor, a ball shaped hole in the window, and a suit of armor fallen on the floor.

"Shit," Elizabeth said, frustrated, in a not-very-lady-like manner. "Mrs. Macready will find a way to blame this on me. I just know she will."

Lucy sent her a sympathetic look as Peter said, "Don't worry, we'll make sure she knows the truth." He then turned to his brother and said, "Well done, Ed!"

Edmund turned to Peter and angrily replied, "You bowled it!" Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair as she observed the mess, horrified. Then, they all began to panic when they heard footsteps approaching. That meant that someone—more than likely Mrs. Macready—had heard the crash.

"The Macready!" Susan shrieked, as if it wasn't obviously what everyone else was thinking.

"Run!" Peter yelled, and Elizabeth felt Lucy take her hand as they ran through the many hallways of the house, looking for some kind of shelter.

They finally came across a door that was unlocked. It was a room with a large, brown wardrobe in it and nothing much else. Edmund ran up to the wardrobe and opened the door, as if expecting them to hide in there. Elizabeth was not impressed with this hiding spot at all.

"Come on!" Edmund said hastily, opening the door wider to emphasize his point.

"You've have got to be joking," said Susan, looking as unsure about the wardrobe as Elizabeth felt.

"Go!" Peter ushered, sprinting towards the wardrobe. Lucy and Edmund entered first, followed by Susan, Elizabeth, and lastly Peter.

Elizabeth felt her feet being stepped on and her face growing colder. She grew confused, but continued stepping backwards, farther into the seemingly never-ending wardrobe.

"Move back! Stop shoving!" Peter yelled and Elizabeth tried to move back, realizing how close she had been to Peter. She ended up stepping on Susan's toe though, and Susan cried out in pain.

"Sorry," Elizabeth said hurriedly.

"Oww! You're on my foot!" Lucy complained, as Edmund said, "Don't push!"

"Watch out! Stop it!" was the last thing Elizabeth heard as she tripped back into something soft and white and wet. Elizabeth frowned, trying to take in the forest that now surrounded her. Peter fell beside her, gasping and looking just as confused as she was.

Susan was the first to speak. "Impossible!"

"Don't worry, it's probably just your imagination," Lucy said smartly and Susan gave her a wry smile.

"I don't suppose saying 'we're sorry' would quite cover it?" asked Peter rhetorically. Elizabeth picked herself off the ground, realizing that her whole backside was wet. Lovely.

"No, it wouldn't," she heard Lucy say. "But this might!"

Elizabeth looked up to see Peter get nailed in the face with a snowball. She sniggered until she felt something cold smack the side of her own face. Peter smiled innocently at her. Elizabeth smirked and chucked a snowball back at Peter, but he ducked and it hit Susan, instead. Susan proceeded to throw one at Edmund, who looked irritated when he was hit on the arm with one.

"Ow!" he grumbled moodily, rubbing his arm. "Stop it!"

It suddenly became quiet and Elizabeth felt the tension rising. She turned her eyes to the floor, refusing to look up as she knew that this argument did not apply to her.

"You little liar!" Peter spat heatedly.

"You didn't believe her either!" Edmund yelled back, glaring fiercely at his older brother.

"Apologize to Lucy," Peter demanded. Edmund stared at Lucy blankly but did nothing else. "Say you're sorry!"

"Alright! I'm sorry," Edmund gave in when he saw the threatening look on Peter's face. Edmund's face did not match his words, however, Elizabeth noticed. Edmund still looked angry and not at all ashamed.

"That's alright. Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending," Lucy said smugly. Elizabeth smiled at Lucy's quick wittedness.

"Very funny," Edmund muttered, though there seemed to be a hint of a smile on his pale face.

Elizabeth, now over the initial shock of finding a forest in the back of a wardrobe, realized just how cold she was. Her hands were shaking and her teeth chattering. Her skin was ghostly white and her hair was wet from snow. Maybe wearing a skirt and blouse was not the smartest idea, she realized.

"Maybe we should go back," Susan suggested, probably realizing the freezing weather and lack of clothes they were wearing, too. Elizabeth figured that Susan was the most level-headed out of all the Pevensies.

"Shouldn't we at least take a look around?" Edmund asked. Elizabeth quietly hoped someone would turn that idea down. Though she would love to explore this land, she would rather be warm.

"I think Lucy should decide," Peter proposed, turning to Lucy. Lucy smiled happily and Elizabeth groaned inwardly. She now gave up any hope for warmth.