Okay, so just to clear a few things up; this story is MAJORLY AU. It goes on the assumption that Peter and Susan were together in Narnia during their previous reign. As of the fireside scene in the 2nd movie- there this fic starts- it is completely off canon. That means, NO Suspian!!!...I personally cannot stand the pairing, but that's just me. But yeah... So this fic contains incest, very creative liscense on my part and a lil bit of a twisted mind lol.
SO! I hope you all enjoy. Please feel very very free to review, any feedback at all is most welcome. Especially on my writing style, punctuation ect...
As usual, dont own it yada yada yada :)
xoxox
Becca
Interlude one: Out Of The Wardrobe.
Susan tumbled heavily from the giant wardrobe, her desperate calls for her siblings to turn back, to please, please not go any further dying on her lips as she caught sight of her husband. He was young. His hair was short, not the shoulder length glistening waves that she loved to run her fingers through slowly at night, his clothes were patched and worn looking beneath the ridiculously large fur coat adorning his small frame. His broad, steady shoulders were shrunken and weak looking as they hunched beneath the weight of the coat. His face was smooth and unlined, no stubble graced his cheeks and the beard he had been so religiously growing was nowhere to be seen. Her husband was a boy again and she, what was she?...
She walked slowly around the somehow familiar room, taking in the dust covered tables and the cloth covered chairs until finally she found what she was looking for. Pulling the billowing sheet smoothly from the tall looking glass, High Queen Susan of Narnia looked for the first time in seventeen years upon the face of her fifteen year old self.
Her breath caught in her throat as her mind swam with images of their home, what would the court say when they discovered their Queen had reverted into a child. How was Peter to fight with the body of a boy, their enemies expected a battle hardened warrior on the battlefield, not a small child playing dress up. How was their kingdom to survive when it was heard that the Narnian throne once again had four children sitting upon it.
Children....
Susan frantically lowered her hands to her stomach, her figure hidden beneath the layers of hard wearing clothing and her own perfectly ridiculous fur coat. She breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar feeling of a small rise at the base of her stomach. Her body was changed, but her child was safe, that was all that mattered.
Looking around the room again, Susan was once more hit by a feeling of familiarity. But surely she had never been here before, she would remember a house like this one, hidden in such a strange place: next to a hanging lantern in the depths of the Narnian forest. A house with the power to make one look like their childhood selves no less. Perhaps a witch's house? Perhaps a dryad's.
She glanced over at her child-husband and smiled at him questioningly, surely he had some idea, perhaps it was a joke- played on them by Edmund and Lucy. Their two siblings were nowhere to be found in the forgotten looking room- confirming Susan's suspicions of a prank. Peter's face was blank though, he didn't look as though he was finding it funny. He looked worried. And scared. Susan began to tremble slightly as she moved swiftly to his side and grasped his hand in her own. Her voice shook as she quietly asked
"Peter my love, what is going on? Do you know?"
Before he could answer, the slightly ajar door to the room- a different one than they had come through Susan noted- burst open and her children siblings raced through it. Lucy's screams of "we're back Su, we're back Peter. We're back!" bounced harshly off the walls and resonated in Susan's head over and over. With every hateful repetition of the words through her mind, her panic only increased as her nails dug compulsively into Peter's hand. Finally, just as she felt her mind was about to tear itself to pieces, she sank to the floor in a dead faint- her hand still clutching Peter's and his frantic shouts of her name being the last thing she heard as the darkness swallowed her whole.
