A/N: alright, so I'm really sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, but ive been having computer troubles, and a bit of writers block. well, i hope you enjoy! and no, this is not the end of the story, theres still two more chapters to go! please review!

I try and try to understand

The distance in-between

The love I feel and the things I fear

And every single dream

Susan was so wrapped up in her thought, she didn't realize at first that someone was knocking on her door. She sighed and untangled her legs from under her. Standing up, Susan slowly made her way over to the front door. She could hear rough breathing from the other side. That confused her, though at the same time it stirred something vague in her memory. Susan shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts and opened the door.

As the door moved to reveal the figure standing there, Susan froze. On the doorstep stood a tall man, with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. He was quite young, only a year or so older than Peter. He had lean, wiry muscles, revealed by the sleeves he had pushed up to his shoulders. That brought Susan's eyes to his clothes. They were so strange; he was wearing a tunic and doublet, with long legging-like pants tucked into his boots. These clothes were definitely not from current England, but they still looked familiar to Susan, as if she'd seen them before, somewhere. No, surely not in…

And with that, Susan's thoughts turned inward, where she was overcome by memories. Caspian noticed the suddenly glassy look in her eyes, and concern overpowered his joy and shock at seeing her. As Susan swayed unsteadily on her feet, he lurched forward, ready to catch her if she fell.

The door swung closed behind them as Caspian moved out of the doorway, creating a loud bang. He automatically swiveled his head to the door, therefore not catching Susan as she fell to her knees, still battling with herself. Caspian knelt next to her, taking her tentatively in his arms. He felt the shock of her touch, warmth spreading through his arms. He was still overjoyed that he had found Susan, but he had noticed right away that something was different. Even while she had been staring at him, something in her eyes had told him that she didn't recognize him, and he could see the truth in the Pevensies' words. She no longer believed.

As Caspian entertained these thoughts, Susan was in a fierce fight with her own mind. Narnia wasn't real, it couldn't be. But here in front of her was proof. Here was obvious proof that Narnia existed. But, no, it just couldn't be! It was impossible, nothing but a silly game! Pure and utter nonsense!

But even as Susan thought this, she was thrust into a barrage of memories. They flooded her mind, as if a dam had broken, letting out a stream of moments she remembered as scenes from the stories of Narnia. But these weren't just playing a game; these were memories of her actually in a magical land, surrounded by True Narnians.

There was Lucy hitting Peter in the face with a snowball, as they stood next to a lamppost. The Pevensies sitting at a table listening to two Beavers talking. Bowing to Aslan as they stood in the middle of a camp, an army all around them. Lucy and Susan embracing Edmund. The White Witch pointing at Edmund, demanding his blood. Aslan lying on a stone table, his lifeless eyes staring into space. A fierce battle raging on the field below them, as Aslan pounced at the White Witch. Standing in the throne room of Cair Paravel, Aslan's voice ringing out, "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia." Riding through the woods, and stumbling through an old wardrobe back into England. Waiting for the train on a station, then suddenly on a beach outside Cair Paravel.

Wait, thought Susan fiercely. How do I know this is true? How do I know this is actually him? This could be just another fantasy, a figment of my imagination. But just as she thought this, Susan felt strong arms wrap themselves around her, and a spark ran along every section of skin brushing against his. Warmth followed the spark, as if she was burning, though in a pleasant way. This was definitely not her imagination. "Caspian…" she murmured, and felt him stiffen slightly in surprise.

Susan was launched back into the memories. Peter standing with a rock in his hand, Caspian holding Peter's sword, Lucy yelling at them as Susan and Edmund ran toward them. Standing in front of a carving of Aslan, fire burning underneath, Lucy resting her hand on the cracked stone table. Flying on a griffin over the Telmarine castle, preparing for their attack. Peter and Caspian staring at the carving of Aslan, having almost brought the White Witch back to life. Helping soldiers practice their archery skills. Sending Lucy off into the forest, preparing to fight the horsed Telmarines rushing towards her. Running into battle, shooting at soldiers, slashing them with her bow as she ran past. Parading through the streets of the Telmarine village victoriously. Kissing Caspian in front of all of Narnia. Walking proudly through the portal back into England, knowing she could never go back.

A sob escaped Susan, and she realized there were tears streaming down her face. Her mind produced one more small doubt, but then gave in, her belief triumphing over her reason. Pulling out of Caspian's arms, she looked into his face, so full of hope and love. "I… I'm so sorry!" she wailed, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

Caspian embraced her tightly, holding her close. Hope swelled in his heart. She had obviously changed her mind, and he knew in his heart that she did truly believe. He pulled back slightly, reluctantly, to look Susan in the eyes. He saw pain in her eyes, and he wished he could make it go away. "You have done nothing wrong."

Susan laughed humorlessly. "Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong? I have abandoned Narnia, turned my back on Aslan. I have hurt people, including myself. I estranged myself from my siblings – my siblings! The three people who always understood me and helped me through all the tough times I've been through. I argued with them for months, I yelled at them, calling them stupid and childish. They won't talk to me – I don't even know where they are!" A hint of hysteria crept into her voice, and her tears continued to fall.

"Shh… It's okay," Caspian whispered, holding her tight again. "They are in Narnia."

"They are?" Susan looked at Caspian again.

"Yes, that's how I knew you didn't believe anymore. They told me, but I thought you might believe me. I had to try. That's why I'm here."

Susan stared at him, wishing she could believe the small thought now entering her mind. She had to confirm it. "But, why? Why would you come for me?"
Caspian looked steadily into her eyes, knowing the truth of his words, but needing her to believe him as well. "I love you."

Susan felt as if her heart would burst from joy. "I," she hesitated, but knew she had to continue, it was the truth. "I love you too."

He swept her up in his arms, bringing his mouth to hers, tasting the sweet flavor of her lips. Susan moaned, wrapping her arms around Caspian's neck, losing herself in the kiss. She tangled one hand in his hair, breathing in his scent, which was beyond words. This was nothing like their first kiss, years ago, when they had shared a small kiss before all of Narnia. Both of them poured their love and passion into this kiss, showing rather than telling each other of their continued affection.

As the kiss deepened, Susan was no longer afraid of Narnia and all it included; she lost all her fear in the strength of her rekindled belief.