A/N: Thanks to justsomerandom, I've edited chapters 2-4 to improve their qualities, adding more conversation snippets and sections on Caspian(/Susan) for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy!

"Susan!" the King of Narnia exclaimed, "It's really you!"

"Yes, it is me," Susan looked skeptical. Seeing Caspian, dressed in his Narnian medieval clothes, out here was surreal, "But why—and how—?"

"I found it," he squeezed her hand gently, planting a light kiss on her lips, "I found the portal connecting Narnia and…your world, through the Warde Obe."

Susan was speechless, emotions tolling in on her at once.

"You're upset about seeing me?" Caspian teased, smiling.

"No, no…it's not like that," Susan smiled back, worry evident in her eyes, "I'm just—my brothers, and Lucy—and the Professor, what will they say?"

More questions flooded her mind, in fact. What about Narnia? What about the time?

"The Professor?" now it was Caspian's turn to look confuse, then he added hesitantly, "I—I suppose being out here for a bit would not hurt…but why don't we talk where it's—brighter?"

"Uh, yes," realizing the fact over her new found discovery, Susan ushered Caspian out of the spare room, when two more figures bumped into them in the dark.

"Ou—Ouch!" the boys cried.

"Edmund! Peter!" gasped Susan, "You followed me?"

Edmund grinned sheepishly, Peter's eyes widening at Caspian, "What are you doing here?"

Though Peter and Edmund were fine with lending Caspian the spare bed for the night, there were much talks over breakfast of what was to become of him.

"He came here though the Wardrobe, you said?" asked Peter.

Susan nodded, before slowly continued, "Told me he found some 'portal,' into our world."

"That's impossible!" exclaimed an irked Edmund, buttering his toast.

Susan shot him a look, but her brother whistled softly, pretending as if he did not hear a thing.

"Still," she sighed, "He's here! And—and…" she struttered a bit, "It's all because of me."

"Because he wanted to see you?" Edmund stressed the word, while the said 'you' instead pretended to be oblivious.

"It's completely unnatural, Su," Peter remarked, "We've got to get him back. What about the Narnians? Their king leaving them like this?"

Susan was about to answer when Caspian strolled into the room, dressed in his same Narnian clothes, "Morning, my Kings and Queen," he greeted, settling down next to Susan's chair, unaware of the glance Edmund shot him.

"What are you guys arguing so loud about?" Yawning, the youngest Pevensie appeared in the room, still in her night gown. "Caspian? Did I hear it right?"

Lucy rubbed her eyes, "Oh, Caspian! It's you!" rushing in to hug him, while Caspian grinned down at her. "How did you get here?"

Whispering to the little girl of his two-worlds journey, Caspian saw Lucy's eyes widened with delight as he did. "Wow, really? That's amazing! Then we could get Reepichee—"

"I'm sure he'd be happy to," Caspian answered.

Peter coughed, "Lucy…Caspian needs his breakfast," and yet, even after the young girl, giddy with excitement to be in touch of Narnia once again, had freed Caspian from her grasp, continued his coughing.

"Um…are you okay, Peter? Do I need to get you anything, some water?" questioned Caspian nervously.

Reddened as a tomato, Peter stopped, hitting his chest mockingly, "No," he mumbled, "I'm fine, Caspian, I'm perfectly fine."

Under the table, however, Edmund felt someone kicked his foot.

Peter!

Susan, trying the best she could to hide her giggle, got Peter's failed message, "Caspian, are you done with your breakfast?"

"If you are, my gentle Susan," he had smile that lovely smile at her again.

Oh Aslan, when she thought she was done with him…

A thump sounded on the table—Edmund this time.

"May you excuse us for a little private talk?" she said.

"Sure," and he left quietly, "I'll be around."

"Try not to wander off—it's a big world out there," shouting after him, Susan's voice was, as it's never been in years, cheerful, as in the words of Lucy, like 'before she got boring.'

Before the Battle against King Miraz, Caspian had never believed in the existance of Narnians, or even the old Kings and Queens, yet here he was, a rightful King restored, peacefully ruling Narnia, and now in the 'real' world of the Majesties themselves!

Another world he had just learned the of and was still in the first step of getting-used to process.

Boy, was that ever a surprise when he found out Minotaurs were, actually, alive!

This time, a whole new surroundings meant much more to him.

'My ancestors were seafaring pirates from here,' he'd thought, excited. After breakfast, Caspian explored the Professor's House, marveling at the curious so-called 'historical artifacts,' the clothes his Kings and Queen wore here (Must have been very cozy to wear!), and the atmosphere, which, in his opinion, was very much like Narnia, except somewhat polluted.

By what? He had yet to learn, Susan having told him to stay put inside.

There was one machine, though, that he was surprised. At the press of a button, sound would simply come out, as if from nowhere!

How was that? Magic?

The other, situated nearby, was shaped similarly to an elephant's trunk (or so he thought), underneath complete with a huge, ring-like disc.

Huh, why was this in the living room?

Do people, well, throw it? Or what do they use it for?

'What a bunch of questions to ask!' Caspian said to himself afterwards, when, bored of exploring, he had (what he had heard Edmund say) 'plastered' his face to the window, observing the view outside.

Maybe Susan could show him all this…and explain what they are…

But he wasn't interested in her being his guide alone.

Caspian had, in fact, came to tell Susan one very important thing.

Only when would he had time to?

The 'private little talk' they had lasted forever, or so Susan felt.

"Susan," Peter had turned to her, "I know you love him, and I'm happy—" Susan and Lucy stared at Peter, unconvinced, "—What?" he'd blurted.

"You are?" Seeing his sisters chorused at him so, Peter sighed, "Well, to one extent, that he's with you, but you are my sister, Su, and—"

"And—what, Peter?" Susan asked, anxious to hear the answer, "What makes you so…" she grasped for the 'right' word to say, "…so edgy at Caspian?"

"…and we're afraid of you getting hurt," Edmund filled in, Susan collapsing, her back hitting the chair. Lucy softly stroked Susan's hair, trying to comfort her.

"Hurt? Caspian would never do such a thing!" Susan shot back.

"That's what we fear," Peter continued, "Bonding over this—Narnia—is impossible, what with the time difference—" right there, her brother just stabbed the sore spot in her heart, "—and him having to leave you someday…hurt doesn't always mean being heartbroken. Love, Su, hurts the most."

"What do you know about love, Peter?" she retorted, tears welling up in her eyes, "You've never even been through a relationship!"

"But at least I do know how to take care of my sister!" Peter's voice seemed as if it came from a stranger—he would never do this. He would never yell at Susan.

But now, when mere words thrown across the table resulted in hurt feelings for them both, he just did.

And the next thing that happened was completely unexpected to Peter, something that Susan would never do…

Running away from him…