So this will be in Sweet Pea's POV, I don't own anything and please enjoy! Note: Lucy is 7, Edmund is 10, Susan is 14 and Peter is 15 in this fanfic. Sweet Pea is 17 and there may be some romance between her and Peter. R&R, please!

I'm so confused.

"You have all the weapons you need to change the world, now fight."

What did the Wise Man mean by that?

The bus had come to a stop in front of a tiny station in the English countryside and I had to step off. This place was so open and calm, I almost felt euphoric standing in the breeze. This was real- I had escaped from the Nut House. The Wise Man had disappeared when I got to the front of the bus, in an effort to ask more questions (I was so surprised at first at what he had to say to me that I just numbly sat back down).

"You can live for them, Sweet Pea. Always remember them in your darkest hours."

He was right, though. I can live for them-Rocket and Babydoll, especially. Their deaths won't be wasted on me.

But how can I go on if all I see is their dead eyes surrounding me?

"Oh, and Sweet Pea? If you see four people in the station, approach them."

"You're the Wise Man, aren't you? And how do you know all this?"

He had just winked his right eye at me and that was that. As soon as I made my way to the station, I knew I had to go to the nearest telegraph machine- I had to give mum Rocket's last message - and the news of my arrival. RocketRocketImissyousomuchbigsis- I shook my head and noticed the posters of soldiers and battlefields that were pasted on every corner of the station. I was the only one in the station. There probably wasn't even a telegraph here-much less four random people. Figures, it's so small, it's almost invisible. When I read the posters, I took a deep breath. So, another world war had happened while I was at the asylum/brothel? Interesting.

Suddenly, I noticed four pairs of curious eyes looking at me from the station's corner. They all stepped out and I noticed they were all wearing formal clothes and had a posh look about them. The youngest one approached me.

"…If you see four people in the station, approach them."

I stepped back and bumped into one of the station's benches. "Why are you wearing that weird outfit? Are you going to a home too?" The little girl (maybe around 7?) said with a British accent and introduced herself as Lucy Pevensie. She later pointed out her siblings, who were shaking their heads tentatively at her. Susan and Peter were around my age, 16, while a glowering Edmund was 10. "But he acts like he's older than Peter," Lucy added sourly. I can't stand being here anymore-where was that stupid telegraph?! I cleared my throat and flipped my blonde tresses. "Er…you're awfully chatty, do you know…where the telegraph is?" I tried to ask as politely as possible. Susan stepped forward with her brown locks behind her…brown locks…Blondie, oh Blondie-"You could come back to our home! Professor Digory has a telegraph in his office!" Lucy grabbed my cold hand and I followed her unwillingly to where her siblings were. "Lucy…you don't know her- remember what mum said? 'Don't talk to strangers!' " The brat named Edmund whined. Susan apologized for his behavior in a soft voice while the handsome one, Peter, sat with me. I observed them- it's a habit I picked up at the asylum/brothel.

You could never be too observant.

"We'd be happy to let you use the Porfessor's telegraph, Miss…?" Susan inquired, looking shy. What should I call myself here? It's a new start and I was probably never going to see them again…"My name's Lovely and I'd…" I stopped talking when I looked at the bewildered expressions on all the Pevensies' faces. After an awkward silence, Lucy managed a smile, "Hey, Lovely, you can help me convince my siblings that Narnia's real! Maybe the Professor unlocked the door today-" She was interrupted by the groans of her siblings. Susan stroked her hair gently (like mum used to with mine) and told her that she couldn't mention her imaginary place in public. Narnia? The name sounds familiar. Maybe Dr. Vera Gorski mentioned it in one of our "sessions." Okay, I have to stop thinking about the past- I have to move on right? But I can't leave my girls behind- especially Rocket. I think I've warmed up to the Pevensies because they reminded me of the family Rocket and I used to be…

But…I let her die. No, shut up, Sweet Pea- I mean Lovely.

"I'd be glad to be welcomed into your home." I finally managed to choke out. I wasn't the "star of the show" for nothing-I knew my way with people. Suddenly, we heard a different train come, the awful noise wasn't anything l was used to, so I covered both of my ears instinctively. The Pevensies laughed automatically and Peter commented, "It's as if you've lived in a cave the whole time!"

Not a cave.

Just an asylum.