A/N- Oh my, it has been a while. Two years! I'm so sorry for taking so long to update! Call it a major writer's block. I have no idea if anyone who used to follow this will actually read it. For some reason I've been inspired to start writing again, and I decided to update this. Sorry for taking so long. I'm not sure if my writing is the same as it used to be; I hope it hasn't gotten too bad. This little story is set a few months after the Pevensie's came into Narnia, so they're still quite young. Anyway, I should probably stop writing and let you read the chapter. Hope you enjoy, and please review if you can, because I love reviews!
Disclaimer- You would think after two years I'd own something… but I still don't.
Chapter 12- Susan and Lucy
Susan walked down one of the many corridors of Cair Paravel, looking for her younger sister. Lucy had promised to meet her after lunch to discuss plans for a Narnian ball, but she had not turned up. Usually Susan wouldn't be worried as she often had to force her siblings to help her, including dragging them to meetings, but on this instance she was. Lucy had been looking forward to helping Susan this time; it was all she had been talking about for the past few days. The fact that she hadn't arrived worried Susan greatly.
So she found herself peering into every room and asking occupants of Cair Paravel if they had seen Lucy. Finally she had some success, as a kind faun directed her towards the library. She opened the door and to her relief found Lucy seated in a nearby chair, an unopened book in her hand. Gathering up her dress, Susan strode over.
"Lucy! You had me worried, where have you-" Susan's reprimand trailed off as she saw the look on her sister's face. The sadness was almost tangible, and on someone who was usually the happiest girl alive, it was extremely disheartening to see. Susan sat down next to Lucy quietly, and took the book from her hands.
"Lucy, what's wrong?" She asked gently. Lucy looked at her, tears brimming in her eyes. Susan exclaimed and pulled Lucy onto her lap, cradling the younger girl as she began to cry. She rocked Lucy back and forth in her arms for several minutes, until Lucy's sobs began to fade. Once she was sure Lucy had stopped crying, she decided to ask again.
"Lucy, what is it? What's made you so sad? If Ed did something…" Lucy shook her head.
"No, it's not Ed." She said quietly. Susan frowned.
"What is it then?"
Lucy was quiet for several moments, gathering her thoughts. She finally opened her mouth to speak.
"Susan, do you remember home at all? Not this home, I mean our other home. In London."
Susan sighed quietly, finally understanding. Only a few weeks ago Peter had comforted Edmund over the same issue.
"Yes, I do." She said softly. Lucy sniffed.
"Do you remember mother? And father?" Susan nodded.
"We- we're never going to see them again, are we?" Lucy asked quietly, the tears filling her eyes again. Susan bowed her head.
"No, I don't think we will." She said gently. Lucy sniffed again.
"Yes, I thought so."
They were both quiet for a few minutes before Susan spoke.
"Do you want to go back Lu?" Lucy looked horrified at the suggestion.
"No! Oh no, I love it here! I never want to leave! It's just… we don't know what happened. We don't even know if mother and father are alive." Susan hugged Lucy tightly.
"Oh Lucy, don't say that. I'm sure they're both fine," Susan said comfortingly.
"But Susan, they don't know where we are. They probably think we abandoned them, or that we died! Mother would be so sad-" Lucy's voice was beginning to tremble again. Susan desperately tried to think of something that would cheer Lucy up.
"Lucy, I'm sure mother knows we would never abandon her. You know, she sent us to the Professor's house so that we would be safe and happy. And we ended up in Narnia, where we are safe and happy. So really, I think she would be quite pleased." Susan said, looking at Lucy to see whether she had convinced her. Lucy was frowning.
"But Susan, how would mother know where we are?"
"Have faith Lu. She knows. Somehow, she knows." Susan said firmly. For the first time, Lucy smiled at her.
"Thank you Susan." The two sisters hugged for a few seconds before being interrupted by their brothers.
"Now what's this? I thought you two had a big ball to plan!" Peter exclaimed, striding into the library, Edmund by his side. They both took in the girl's positions and Lucy's tear streaked face, and their joviality left.
"Is everything okay?" Edmund asked softly. Lucy sniffed, and gave him a small smile.
"Everything's fine Edmund. We were just talking about home." Susan told him, her tone suggesting she could use some help. Peter and Edmund exchanged a glance before seating themselves down on the floor in front of Susan and Lucy.
"Do you remember those sweets we used to buy after school?" Peter began. Edmund caught on quickly.
"Oh yes! Those were delicious! We always used to buy too many, and then we'd be too full to eat dinner." Peter gave Edmund a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"No Ed, you used to beg me to give you my sweets until I finally did. Then you'd be too full for dinner." Edmund frowned.
"Really? I don't remember that… oh no wait, I do. Why did you give them to me Pete?" Edmund asked disapprovingly. Susan started laughing.
"Oh, you should have seen your pout at that age! Peter didn't have a chance to say no with the looks you would give him!" Edmund looked astonished.
"I didn't!"
"Oh yes you did! I suppose that answers the question of where Lucy picked it up from!" Susan concluded, grinning.
"Now wait just a minute there Susan. I think you're forgetting a young girl who used to beg her older brother to tell her a bed time story every night. And if begging didn't work, she's pull off a spectacular pout and he'd cave every time," Peter said seriously. Susan looked shocked, while Lucy giggled.
"I never!" Susan exclaimed.
"Oh, but you did." Peter looked down sadly. "I've always been the victim of all your pouts. Never had a moment's peace with you three around."
The three siblings looked at each other.
"Peace, Peter?" Edmund said slyly. Suspicious of the tone Edmund used, Peter look up, only to find his three siblings standing over him with devious grins.
"Wait, no!" Peter protested, but it was too late. With a loud war cry, all three jumped on him, engaging in a tickle fight. Lucy soon took pity on Peter and joined his side. It was a while later when Susan and Edmund finally emerged victorious, and the four siblings lay stretched out on the library floor, still laughing. Over Lucy's head, Peter, Susan and Edmund grinned at each other at the sight of their youngest sister giggling to herself, her worries forgotten.
And there we have it! Now pleeeeeeaaaaase click review, because I'm not quite sure how I feel about it!