A/N: Why hello again! J Marie here. Thanks to our first reviewer: Princess Nexda the Wise! Congrats on being first and I'm so glad you liked the story so far! Here's Chapter 2!

Part 1: Discover

Chapter 2

Peter was a little off about the weather: it was pouring rain.

"Gastro...vascular," Susan read out of the tree-trunk-disguised-as-a-book, "C'mon, Peter, gastro vascular." If this was Susan's idea of fun, I don't even want to know about her idea of thrilling. I was rather fine, reading Les Misérables and sitting in my favorite chair. Peter sighed.

"Is it Latin?" Susan checked the definition.

"Yes."

"Is it Latin for, 'worst game ever invented'?" Edmund asked. I actually chuckled softly at his remark. Susan got mad, slamming the book shut. Then I realized where the voice had come from...

"Ed!" I shouted, "What are you doing under my chair?" He fumbled for words.

"I-I-was just-"

"You little Peeping-" I started.

"I wasn't peeping!" he protested.

"Don't worry, Belle. He's much too young for that sort of thing," Lucy winked at me. Edmund's face turned red.

"Am not!"

"So you admit it?" all three of us girls had him cornered.

"N-no!" his face got redder.

"Put the shovel down, Ed, you're just digging yourself deeper," Peter finally felt a little compassion for him. Lucy smiled, and then got an idea.

"We could play Hide-and-Seek," she walked over to Peter, smiling.

"Aren't we a little old for that?" Edmund asked, still a little red-faced. Lucy ignored him.

"Please, Peter? Pretty please?" She gave him the most pitiful look I'd ever seen. Peter sighed.

How could you resist that face?

"One, two, three..." Lucy beamed.

You can't. I smiled as we all scrambled for hiding spots, Peter put his head against a bookshelf, still counting.

"...five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten..." I heard Lucy open a door, shutting it quickly behind her. "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Ready or not, here I come!"

"It's all right! I'm back! I'm alright!" Lucy burst from her hiding place, running down the stairs. Edmund followed.

"Weren't you wondering where I was?" Lucy asked.

"That's the point. That's why he was seeking you," Edmund tried to explain.

"Does this mean I win?" Susan asked.

"Nope! I do," I announced. They all jumped. "Could you lift the visor for me?" my voice revealed my hiding place: the suit of armor.

"Belle?" Edmund asked as he lifted the visor. I smiled, triumphant.

"How'd you get in there?" Susan asked.

"I actually have no idea. But I do know one thing."

"What's that?" Peter asked.

"I have no idea how to get out!" Peter smiled as I explained, "Usually when I get in here to hide from the Macready-"

"You call her the Macready too?" Susan asked. I looked around to make sure she wasn't around.

"Yes," I whispered. She smiled, "Anyway, Uncle Kirke is usually here to help me out. But, maybe. . .Peter, could you come here for a second? I need you to pull the back of this suit," he walked around to the back of the armor. "Ok, maybe this'll work. . ." He pulled, and I emerged, the armor and myself unscathed.

"Well, that was fun," Peter put the back of the armor back in place, "but I don't think Lu wants to play anymore." We all turned to Lucy. She was obviously perplexed.

"I've been...gone for hours." We all got confused.

As Susan inspected the inside of the wardrobe, Edmund inspected the outside and Peter and I asked Lucy to confirm what happened. Susan emerged from the wardrobe, and sighed.

"Lucy, the only wood I see is the back of the wardrobe," Lucy was getting frustrated."But it was there! You've got to believe me! It was really there!"

"Well, I believe you;" Edmund spoke up.

"You do?" Lucy brightened.

You do?

"Of course," he turned to Peter, "didn't I tell you about the football team in the bathroom cupboards?" Peter started to say something, I could tell he was balling up a fist.

"Ok, both of you need to stop!" I stepped in between them, looking at Peter, "you: stop acting like a grown-up. Enjoy childhood while you can, and you:" I turned to Edmund, "stop patronizing your sister! She's the sweetest thing in the world." With that, I took Lucy's hand.

"C'mon, Lu. Let's get out of here." I gave the three of them a reproachful stare, and then we left. "Don't worry about them. I believe you." She stopped sniffing for a moment.

"Y-you do?"

"Of course! Uncle Kirke's told me a thing or two about that old wardrobe." She smiled through red eyes, and I rummaged around for her hanky. A few moments later, I heard a knock at the door.

"Susan?" I was sort of shocked. She gave a small smile.

"I was coming to apologize...to the both of you."

"To me?" This shocked me a little more. She nodded, coming into the room and sitting next to her sister.

"I should've done what you are doing, and I didn't." She placed an arm around little Lucy.

"Its fine, well, I'm fine." Susan smiled.

"Lucy, I'm sorry, but-"

"Its okay, Susan," Lucy cut her off, knowing she'd say something about the world in the wardrobe not existing. Susan gave her a gentle smile.

"I think we should be getting ready for bed," she coaxed, helping Lucy find her nightgown.

A/N: So there's Chapter 2! Don't worry; more adventures shall be coming soon! R&R!