Yay! The return of Flynn/Eugene! And I was surprised by the lack of surprised readers in the last chapter. Hopefully this one will shock you some more...I hope. At least, that was my intention: to shock you! But please don't be angry with me! This was so easy to write! And, uh...kind of fun too!

Disclaimer: As Queen of Narnia, I demand the rights to-what do you mean I can't? Fine, I don't own Tangled or Narnia or anything else I may reference (the end of this might be a little Pirates of the Caribbean-esque). Poop.

Chapter VI – The Tales of Flynn Rider

Flynn Rider, Maximus, and Pascal raced through the woods as the sun set. They had gone into a large city called Anvard and heard that they were in a land called Archenland. None of them knew where to start looking for Rapunzel. Flynn didn't let on to the others, but he knew exactly where they were. He even had a map of Archenland, Narnia, and Calormen.

Maximus also knew where they were. While he had never been outside of Corona, he had heard of Archenland and Anvard before.

The three left Anvard a few hours before to head north to Narnia. Flynn knew that there were probably Wanted posters everywhere with his face on them. Probably with the wrong nose, too. He was wanted everywhere it seemed! Even though he stole the crown and escaped from prison in Corona, he was probably wanted more in Narnia for what he did to that Queen…what was her name? Oh yeah. Susan. Queen Susan the Gentle. She had been so nice, too…

Flynn really didn't want to go back to Narnia. He really, really didn't want to go to Narnia. He was sure to get caught and then he would probably be beheaded and then he would never find Rapunzel. There was no way that he could not find Rapunzel. He cared so much for her.

Flynn knew he was screwed. Maximus would naturally go straight to the nearest guard or soldier and get them all captured. It was in Max's nature. Why do I have to be stuck with such a law-abiding citizen? Flynn asked himself. I just want to find Rapunzel and go home!

Eugene Fitzherbert just wanted an easy life. There was no way that Flynn Rider was going to allow that. He had worked too hard to—Eugene realized how idiotic he was being by arguing with himself while he should be thinking of where to start looking for Rapunzel!

The truth was that Eugene Fitzherbert had absolutely no idea where Rapunzel would be. It was not as if there were a lot of open spaces in Narnia! They may not even be in Narnia! Gothel may have taken Rapunzel south to Archenland or Calormen, or north to Ettinsmoor or Harfang, or east to the Lone Islands or beyond. There were just too many places to look, and Max had lost the trail a week ago.

Eugene took a deep breath. It might take weeks, months, years, or decades, but he would find Rapunzel if it was the last thing he did.

Rapunzel messed with her skirts as she walked back to her room after dinner. She hated these dresses that Susan had given her. Rapunzel thought they were the most beautiful dresses in the world, and they were easy to move in, but they were so long! She hated feeling her skirts dragging the floor. She liked dresses that were above her ankles, but not too high. Rapunzel missed the purple and pink dress she had come to Narnia in.

But most of all, Rapunzel hated the shoes. She had never had to wear them in her tower, and even when she went to the castle and village of Corona, she didn't wear shoes. But apparently, royalty wears shoes. So Rapunzel was stuck in a pair of lavender flats that matched the purple bodice and skirt, and blue under dress she was wearing.

Rapunzel briskly walked back to her room, remember the way that Susan had told her. Left, right, right, left, one, two, three. She walked into her room and saw that the lanterns were lit and the bed already turned down, with a nightgown lying on the bed. She changed into the simple chemise and sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. Susan had said that she would come by later, but Rapunzel didn't know when that would be.

The lost princess of Corona slid her bare feet under the cool covers and pulled the thick blankets up to her waist. She leaned back against the pillows so she was sitting against the headboard. Rapunzel didn't know what to do, so she merely stared at the wall until she heard the door open.

"Rapunzel?" Susan's accented voice called.

"Come in!" Rapunzel answered.

Susan bounded in and climbed up on the bed. "I suppose I should tell you about Flynn Rider now, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, finish telling me the story!" Rapunzel said, as eager as she was as a young girl when Gothel would tell her fairytales (which usually ended up with the girl living with her mother for her entire life and shunning all men).

"Well, as I was saying," Susan said, "Edmund came home to me sitting in the gardens with Flynn Rider. As you can imagine, he was intrigued…"

Queen Susan and Flynn Rider sat on a bench in the gardens. The moonlight flooded down upon them as they sat a little closer together than friends should. However, no one was watching, and Susan was Queen, so who would care, really? "I really love this fountain," Flynn said.

"That's so completely off topic!" Susan laughed.

"Was it? I wasn't paying attention in the first place," he said. "I was paying attention to your eyes."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or slightly disturbed," Susan laughed again.

"Definitely flattered."

"I was thinking disturbed."

"Well, you thought wrong," Flynn said. He looked down, and when he raised his head, the most ridiculous look Susan had ever seen was on his face.

"What in Aslan's name is that?" she asked.

"The smolder," he said, not dropping the expression.

"It's frightening."

"And you're a liar," he continued. After Susan burst out laughing and almost fell off the bench, Flynn dropped the smolder. "It always works on women."

"So you've used it before?" Susan asked between spasms of laughter.

"Yes," he said, "but on none that really mattered." Susan blushed and he continued, "You know that I really care for you, Queen Susan."

"Oh, none of that Queen nonsense," Susan said. She realized that his face was becoming closer to hers and realized what he was about to do. Susan felt him place his hand around the back of her neck, snaking his fingers into her hair. As soon as she placed her hand her hand on his cheek, she closed her eyes and felt his lips press against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, and then broke apart. Susan blushed, but Flynn leaned in again to a willing Susan. This time, Susan got over the shock of his lips against hers more quickly and responded. Flynn deepened the kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Susan placed her other hand on his other cheek so she was holding his face in her hands. Soon, they were kissing passionately, more passionately than was appropriate for the Queen of Narnia.

They were interrupted by an awkward cough. Susan and Flynn pulled apart, jumping about three feet away from each other. Susan thought she was going to pass out when she saw who had come across them. It was Edmund.

Flynn looked as if he was thrilled that Edmund had found them.

"Well, that wasn't the homecoming I'd expected," Edmund said, smirking.

"Welcome home, Edmund," Susan said, her voice shaking. "How was your trip?"

"It was good, but not as entertaining as this."

"How long were you watching?" Susan asked, blushing with her face angled down to the ground.

"A while," Edmund answered ambiguously. Susan knew that he had been there longer than she would have liked. "Well, I don't know who you are. I'm King Edmund the Just." Susan knew that Ed was adding his full title to intimidate Flynn.

It didn't work. "I'm Lord Flynn Rider of the Trollicking Islands."

"The Trollicking Islands?" Edmund asked. "I've never heard of them."

"They're down to the east of Calormen, about three months away from here by sea."

"I'll have to visit them some day. I love going out to sea," Edmund said.

"You should come. They're lovely in winter. Dreadfully hot in the summer, but it comes with the territory, as they are close to Calormen and its arid climate."

Edmund knew that he was not going to win this battle of banter. Try as he might, this Lord Flynn Rider was too good. The best Edmund could hope for was a draw or a surrender from Rider. However, he knew that a surrender wasn't going to happen. Edmund immediately turned the conversation around. "So how long have you two been involved?"

"Uh," was all Susan could say.

Flynn, however, was used to this sort of thing. "A while," he said.

Edmund knew that he was either going to really like this guy or really hate this guy. There was clearly no middle ground where Flynn Rider was concerned.

One night, Susan woke up and felt the desire to go practice with her bow and arrow. She didn't know why, but had these feelings a few times a week. Susan immediately got out of bed and dressed. The moonlight shone the way through the castle and out into the orchard. Susan went down into the treasure chamber and grabbed her bow, quiver of arrows, and horn. She didn't ever feel complete without her three gifts from Father Christmas.

Susan lifted her bow and put an arrow to the string. She aimed at an apple, pulled back, and released the arrow. Her shot was perfect. Susan went to find the apple and arrow, but it was nowhere in sight. She searched for the longest time, combing over every area in the orchard. Eventually, Susan looked up into the tree and saw Flynn sitting on a branch, eating an apple with her arrow in his hand.

The Gentle Queen frowned and said, "Will you give me my arrow please?"

"I don't think I will," Flynn answered playfully.

"Why are you out here?" Susan asked.

"I could ask you the same thing. Couldn't sleep?" Susan shook her head. "Me neither." Flynn jumped down to the ground and handed Susan the arrow. She placed it in her quiver with her other arrows and smiled.

"Thank you," she said to him.

"You're welcome." Flynn dropped the apple core to the ground and walked to Susan. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling him up against him, and gripped the back of her neck with his other hand. She wrapped her arm around his waist and cupped his cheek with her hand. Flynn leaned down and eagerly pressed his lips to hers. She responded immediately. After all, they had kissed many times since Edmund walked in on them two weeks ago. However, this kiss was immediately deepened and became more passionate than before, awakening emotions within Susan that she didn't know she had. Susan allowed her bow and arrows to fall to the ground from where Flynn had pulled them off.

She didn't even notice when Flynn took her hands in his and sat her down on a bench next to an iron gate. She didn't even notice until she heard the click of the shackles and felt the cool metal on her wrist and heard it cling against the gate. Susan immediately pulled away from him and looked down. She was chained to an iron gate!

Susan was struck dumb as she saw Flynn pick up her bow and quiver of arrows. As she watched him walk toward the exit of the orchard, she managed to say, "But, Flynn…"

"Sorry, Susan," Flynn said, turning back to her. "I'm not really a lord of the Trollicking Islands. They don't even exist. I'm sorry that I had to use you in order to get these things. I'm no better than a common thief because that's what I am. Goodbye, Susan."

She wasn't able to say anything as she saw him leave the garden.

When Edmund found her the next morning, Susan still wasn't able to say anything. It had taken hours for her to tell Edmund what happened. Susan felt betrayed and knew that if she ever saw Flynn Rider again, she would kill him.

Not because he had betrayed her, which she was absolutely livid about, but because he had stolen her gifts from Father Christmas, which were ultimately from Aslan. He had stolen pieces of her.

Susan and Edmund had posted Wanted posters all over Narnia, spreading the word that Flynn Rider was wanted dead or alive. Peter and Lucy had returned a few weeks later, and helped the search for Flynn Rider, but to no avail. Flynn Rider went missing, probably out of Narnia and to Calormen. The Archenlanders were also helping look, but they did not find Rider. The thief went missing, but he must have had a change of heart because a year after Flynn Rider left Queen Susan the Gentle chained to a gate, the bow and quiver of arrows were left at the lamp post and found by Mr. Tumnus.

The faun returned the gifts to Queen Susan, who was angry that Flynn Rider remained at large, but thankful that the pieces of her had returned. However, Susan vowed never to allow herself to fall that much for someone because it would only lead to bad things and dangerous consequences.

Susan and Rapunzel were silent for a long time after Susan finished her tale. Susan was reflecting on her choices and was trying to keep her emotions in check, as a Queen should. Rapunzel was in shock at how Eugene had acted. He wasn't Eugene, she reminded herself. He was Flynn Rider. Flynn Rider and Eugene Fitzherbert were two completely different people—But were they? A nasty voice in her head corrected her. What if Eugene Fitzherbert doesn't exist anymore? What if he was just using you like he used Susan? He may have really just wanted your hair!—But he told me that he didn't want my hair! He saved me! He was in prison and he broke out and—He didn't save you, silly girl! He tried to save you, but really, you saved him. Gothel stabbed him, remember? And then you healed him and were dragged off to Narnia by your hair. Literally.

Rapunzel was tired of arguing with herself. She knew that Eugene just had to love her. He just had to. He had to come and find her. Surely…surely he was on his way now, thinking that she was still in Gothel's clutches! But if Susan wanted him dead, then he wouldn't come to Narnia! He would be killed by coming here! And to Archenland, too!

Tears filled Rapunzel's eyes as she felt her heart break. He wouldn't come back to Narnia. It was too dangerous for him here. Rapunzel wouldn't ever see Eugene Fitzherbert again.