"Hello, I'm sorry…you don't know who I am and this is going to sound really odd…but I need to see the professor." Jack sighed as he looked up at Mrs. McCready.

"I'm sorry, no one sees the professor unless he knows that they're coming." She moved to shut the door, but Jack put his foot in it to stop her.

"I can't even begin to explain to you how important it is that I see the professor…" Jack sighed. "I will wait however long it takes him to be ready to receive me, but I'm not leaving until I get to talk to him, everything that I care about depends on it."

"Fine." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Come in and sit, I'll see what I can do." Jack sat down and she left him alone, sitting in an old armchair in the front room. There were books around, things that he could have read, ways that he could have occupied his wait, but he didn't want to, he just waited nervously, hoping that the professor would see him.

"Young man?" An elderly looking man walked into the room and sat down opposite Jack. "How may I help you."

"This is going to sound really, really strange…" Jack sighed. "But you have a wardrobe that I need to see…I'm a friend…or was a friend of Edmund Pevensie, and I need to make things right with him and I don't think that I can do it without your help."

"Oh, so you're Jack?" The professor smiled slightly. "Lucy told me about you when she came with Caspian. "Are you and Edmund in trouble?"

"Um…yes." Jack sighed. "He told me a lot of things and I didn't believe him and he…god, he was willing to stay in a relationship where I didn't believe him, but I wasn't, I couldn't handle it, I couldn't handle not giving him everything that he deserved."

"Has he ever lied to you?" The professor asked, one eyebrow raised.

"No." Jack shook his head.

"I've said this once before," the professor's smile did not fade. "And I will say it again to you, if he gave you no reason not to believe him than you have to assume that he is telling the truth."

"I just…I tried, I really did and I want to believe him, more than anything I want to believe him but my reasoning…it just doesn't let me and I can't lie to him and say that I believe him when I don't…so please, could you just show me the wardrobe? Please?" Jack looked at the professor pleadingly, ready to beg if he had to.

"Alright." The professor nodded and stood up. "Follow me, but I have to warn you, the wardrobe only lets through those who are being called…and that is very few people, it is unlikely that Narnia will be choosing you."

"I know." Jack sighed. "But it's worth a try, right? I mean…seeing for myself is the only way that I'm going to be able to prove to him how much I love him."

"Well, you cannot say that I didn't warn you." The professor opened the door to the spare room, revealing the large wardrobe. Jack took a deep breath and gulped before approaching it.

"Do I just…I mean…how?"

"Go in and walk through to the back…if you're being called it will turn in to a wood, if not it will just be the wooden backing of the wardrobe, good luck, Jack…from what Lucy said, you and Edmund are supposed to be together."

"I hope so." Jack nodded quickly and opened the door of the wardrobe. With another deep breath, he stepped in and slowly walked back, pushing through fur coats, hoping that he wouldn't see a back of the wardrobe. "Damn it…" Jack sighed as he reached the back of the wardrobe. He slumped down, his back pressed to the solid wood. He pulled his knees to his chest and lowered his head, letting a few tears fall. He didn't want the professor to see him cry; he didn't want this man that Edmund admired so much to think that he was week. Suddenly, Jack felt himself falling backwards and his head thudded against soft ground. "What the…"

"Rise, son of Adam." Jack stood up, gulping, trying to take in the forest as he turned around. He yelled and jumped as he saw the lion standing in front of him.

"Wh-what's going on?" Jack asked, breathing heavily as he looked at the lion. "Are you…are you Aslan?" The large lion just nodded once. "Why am I here?"

"Why do you think that you are here?"

"Because I was stupid." Jack sighed. He didn't question his answer, he just stated it as though he was sure of it. "Because I didn't believe Edmund and he deserved my trust." Again, the great lion just nodded. "What do I do now?"

"Come with me." It was Jack's turn to nod and he started walking shakily, following Aslan.

"Where are we going?"

"There are some things that you need to see before I let you go home." Jack didn't say anything in response, he just followed the lion through the wood until they reached a castle. "Enter, Dr. Cornelius will show you from here, he has been expecting you."

"Thank you…" Jack nodded politely and entered the castle. "Hello?" He called into the hallway, unsure of what to do next. "D-Dr. Cornelius?"

"Ah, you must be Jack." An old man approached Jack, smiling. "Come with me, I have many things to show you, and while no time is passing with your friends, I assume that you are anxious to get back to them?"

"Yes sir." Jack nodded as he followed the old man through a well lit corridor. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, you got here on your own…but if you thank anyone, it's Aslan."

"I'll remember that." Jack nodded. "So…what exactly are you going to teach me."

"Just a little history, that's all." Dr. Cornelius smiled and winked at Jack, who returned the wink with a confused smile.

"Alright…history it is."