Summary: Nearly two years after Buffy returned from Narnia. Buffy returns with Dawn to not only reunite with her husband and in-laws, but to help Caspian and to find Dawn's true love.

Pairing: Buffy/Peter . . . Dawn/Susan

A/U: Sequel to Narnia 1: The Buffy Chronicles. Set nearly two years after Buffy's return from Narnia and starting with the battle with the First in Chosen the BTVS series finale. It takes place during Prince Caspian.

Disclaimer: Disney owns Buffy. The C.S. Lewis Estate owns the Chronicles of Narnia.

Author's Note: The Pevensies in this story are slightly older than they are in Narnia canon. Peter is nineteen, Susan is eighteen, Edmund is sixteen and Lucy is fifteen. This adjustment was because of the Buffy/Peter pairing (and now the Dawn/Susan pairing).

Chapter 1: Slayers in Narnia

Dawn stood with the rest of the Potentials. At first, they had all thought Willow's Potential locator spell had misidentified her. Then Buffy had asked Willow to cast the spell again. And again, it identified her as a Potential. Now she stood there ready as her eyes sparkled with power.

She was being called, she could feel it like a rushing wind, a hammer blow, a slap and an embrace and true love and sure death.

"Sweet fancy Moses," Amanda gasped.

Dawn couldn't agree with Amanda more. She looked at her sister and Faith and smiled at them as she heard Faith ask, "You feel that?"

"I really do," Buffy told her sister Slayer. She looked at Dawn. She had told her sister this was not something she had ever wanted for her sister. But she had quickly realized that Dawn was too much like her.

Dawn looked ahead and steeled herself uncertain, pumped and hanging on, hanging in, hanging tough.

"Everybody, hold the line," Faith said.

"These guys are dead," Dawn said coolly as her sister chuckled along with her.

The first wave of vampires hit, frenzied evil spilling over the girls in a blur of teeth and axes and spears, talons and muscles and no fear of pain or dying.

They swarmed, enormous killing things . . .

. . . and the Slayers went into action.

Roundhouse kicks, uppercuts, sidekicks, leaps—punching and twirling in a jaw-dropping battle dance such as the world had never seen before. They were to the Power born. Each Slayer, cloaked and anointed in the Power, burning bright as they fought back the horde, slaying as if they had been doing it all their lives.

Spike held off others, but there were so many—the army of darkness was endless. But he fought, waiting for the amulet to bestow power, not waiting to wade into the war and hold the line.

It was brutal and dark and bloody; it was why there were Slayers.

Why they were here, glimmering, shimmering with Power.

Dawn stood next to her sister as they hovered near the edge, fighting every vampire side by side they could touch: Buffy tossed a Turok-han over the side as Dawn staked another, then they both took a couple of brutal hits.

A fearless warrior jumped through the Seal opening: Kennedy, shouting, "Buffy! Catch!"

She hurled the scythe at her; Buffy caught it in mid-fight, not even looking back, and dispatched two vamps immediately.

Kennedy was attacked and jumped high, kicking hard—pummeling the enemy with her newfound Power. "Oh, I could get used to this!" she exulted.

Spike fought as he had never before; Amanda, Vi . . . everyone was pumped and armed and filled with it. War cries echoed over the frenzy: Dawn, Faith and Buffy, vamps and Slayers, leaping at each other above the heads of the warring crowd. A sprawling, brawling mob: Armageddon. Having breached the line, some of the vampires saw the Seal opening and scurried up it. More followed.

Spike fought off in a corner, he was startled by a surge of power from the amulet on his chest. "Uh, Buffy?" he called, but she was in the heat of battle. "Whatever this thing does, I think it's . . . Ahh!" He dropped to his knees, stunned by pain.

Buffy watched a Turok-han leap on a young Slayer, tear into her; the girl went down.

Dawn and Faith battled their way over to Buffy's side. Faith was exhausted but game, as she said, "Think it's too late to talk this thing out?"

Buffy called out to the girls, "Keep the line together! Drive them to the edge! We can't let them—"

Dawn was the first to notice as she saw the point of a sword extend from her sister's belly, then retract. Buffy had been run through. She rushed to her sister as Faith tackled the vampire who had stabbed Buffy. She caught Buffy and helped her sister to slide easily to the ground. "Buffy?" she cried.

"Buffy?" Faith echoed, running to her sister Slayer.

Buffy gazed up at Faith and rasped out, "Hold the line." She held out the scythe—symbol of their Power—to Faith. There was a moment, then Faith took it. She stabbed the vampire behind her without looking at him. Instead she looked at Dawn who nodded at the unspoken thought.

Dawn stood straight and tall ready to take on any vamps that came near her or her sister.

Faith started taking vamps out, one by one by one. A vampire got her around the neck from behind; then more, dogpiling her. Her skin tore; the stench of the monsters assailed her. She tasted blood. She knew who she would toss it to next and shouted, "Dawn!"

As she was buried beneath the vampires, she tossed the scythe to Dawn. Who took it, and started hacking.

Searing pain wracked Spike's body; he tossed away a vampire as confusion and pain contorted his body; he clutched his stomach. He was burning from the inside out.

Amanda dropped right in front of Buffy; eyes wide. The eldest Slayer could see that Amanda was dead.

Two more Slayers fell; Kennedy was backed against the wall, her weapon knocked from her hand. She was steadying herself, preparing.

On the ground, her vision hazy with pain, Buffy looked up to see her own boots, her own legs . . . her own self . . .

But of course, it was The First.

"Ooh, ow, Mommy!" The First mocked her. "This mortal wound is all itchy!" She leaned in and said to Buffy, "You pulled a nice trick." She smiled pleasantly and added, "Hey, you came pretty close to smacking me down. What more do you want?"

Buffy pulled herself up on her hands, shaking with fury. She was not done, not yet. "I want you . . . to get out of my face," she told her. Then she rose: Resurrection.

The First backed away, vanished.

Sweaty, bloodied, hair in her face, Buffy took a step forward; two, stumbling, hunched steps . . .

Dawn saw her, and threw her the scythe. Buffy caught it, and stood a little straighter.

She screamed, swinging the back of the weapon like a bat, knocking five vamps back and over the edge in one blow.

And as if her power communicated itself to Faith, the Dark Slayer kicked her way out of the dogpile and rose as if from the dead—also bloodied, also unbroken.

The tide turned then: The Power surged in all the Slayers, and it used them to force the vamps back, many of them falling over the edge, and at least one Slayer going with them.

But they were on the offensive now; they were pushing and screaming as if reborn in the mighty throes of the Power, as they battled to save the world.

Spike staggered under the Seal opening, paused, and said, "Oh, bollocks."

Then energy shot up from within him, straight through, like a geyser, piercing the seal, and bursting through Robin Wood's office floor, narrowly missing where Willow lay; she watched in astonishment as the brilliant plume crashed through the ceiling, bathing her in sunlight as she murmured, "I didn't do that."

The sun hit him hard; and he was pinned, pain and something else building inside him . . . he called out to—

"—Buffy . . ."

Buffy saw him, raced to him followed not far behind by Dawn.

"Spike!" Buffy shouted—and she and Dawn both had to dive out of the way as a prismed ray of pure, soulful sunlight blasted out of the amulet and into the cavern.

In an instant, hundreds—thousands of vampires were incinerated.

Then the teeming cavern began to tear apart, walls crumbling, rocks tumbling like bombs; the ground shook and the foundations roared.

"Everybody out! Now!" Faith yelled.

The girls fought their way to the exit; everything was shaking.

Dawn and Buffy came to Spike. He remained pinned in place, energy still blasting from him.

"I can feel it," he murmured.

"What?" Buffy asked.

"My soul." He gazed at the sisters with wonder. "It's really there." Grinned faintly. "Kinda stings." He looked at them and smiled. "Go on then!"

Buffy shook her head. "You've done enough, you can still—"

"No," he managed, burning, "you beat 'em back. It's for me to do the cleanup."

Faith called from the entrance of the cavern, "Buffy! Dawn! Come on!"

Then Faith ducked some falling debris and disappeared from the entrance . . . leaving the sisters alone with Spike, as debris plummeted around them as well.

"Gotta move," Spike said. "I think it's fair to say school's out for bloody summer."

The cavern was collapsing at the top and bottom, the actual school falling in on the vampires.

"Spike," Buffy begged.

"I mean it," Spike told her. "I gotta do this." He looked at Dawn. "Take care of your big sis and Lil Bit, nibblet."

"Promise," Dawn said. She pulled at Buffy who reluctantly left Spike. They were approaching the basement stairs when suddenly the sisters found themselves sliding backwards falling into the Hellmouth.

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The next moment Buffy and Dawn found themselves lying in grass.

"Buffy?" Dawn said as she and Buffy sat up and looked around. "Where are we?"

"Narnia, I think," Buffy said. She and Dawn had been expecting this day since Lucy had come to them the day her daughter, Susan Lucy Pevensie…who had been nicknamed Little Su, had been born, telling them that before Little Su's second birthday that they would return to Narnia. She checked her pockets for the picture of Little Su that she always kept on her to give to Peter. She smiled when she found it.

"Are we near your castle?" Dawn wondered.

"I don't know," Buffy admitted. "The general area doesn't look familiar."

"Oh, Peter!" exclaimed a voice that Buffy instantly recognized as Lucy Pevensie, her youngest sister-in-law. "Do you think we can possibly have got back to Narnia?"

"It might be anywhere," said Peter. "I can't see a yard in all these trees. Let's try to get into the open—if there is any open."

"Peter!" Buffy screamed as she hopped up. She ran through the trees in the direction of his voice followed by Dawn. She ran into her husband's arm as Dawn came to a stop beside her.

"Buffy!" Peter said lifting Buffy up and twirling her around before planting a passionate kiss on her lips, which she returned.

"Who are you?" Susan asked looking at Dawn.

"Oh," Buffy said as she turned and looked at her sister. "You guys heard me talk about her for years after we and Aslan defeated the White Witch. This is my sister, Dawn Marie Summers."

Susan and Lucy were the first to greet Dawn followed by Peter and Edmund. "Buffy told each of us about you," Peter informed his sister-in-law. "It's nice to finally meet you." He looked at Buffy or more particularly her stomach. "Our baby?" he asked.

"Will be almost two years old in a couple months," Buffy replied as she pulled Little Su's picture out of her pocket and handed it to Peter. "That's for you." She looked at each of the Pevensies her eyes finally resting on Lucy. "You come to me and Dawn on the day our daughter is born. You show me that picture that you kept." She looked back at Peter. "I named her after her paternal aunts, named Dawn as her godmother and gave her your last name. Her name is Susan Lucy Pevensie."

Susan and Lucy smiled with pride at having their niece named after them.

"It's a wonderful name, Buffy," Peter told his wife as he smiled.

"I couldn't agree more," Susan, Lucy and Edmund all agreed.

"So, I take it when you arrived back in your time that she came with you?" Peter asked as Buffy nodded.

"Our friend Willow cast a spell to bring Buffy back," Dawn interjected. "From what Buffy told me, Aslan made sure that when Buffy crossed over, she would remain pregnant so she wouldn't lose the baby."

"I'm glad," Peter said looking at his wife. "At least you have a part of me with you."

"You said I come to you in the future," Lucy said, she was kind of curious about their future. "That means…"

"We can't reveal too much, Lucy," Buffy interrupted. "If your destiny is to remain your own, we can't give you any future knowledge on your lives."

"Buffy is right," Susan agreed. "For example. What if I were originally supposed to die say tomorrow. Knowing that I can change that by doing something different. Which could influence your life Lucy. Who knows maybe by being alive I could invariably cause your death and then suddenly you don't meet Buffy and Dawn in the future."

"Susan's right," Dawn agreed. "It's the main problem when it comes to time travel stories. You can't change the past or you risk the future. It's called the grandfather paradox. If you go back and kill your grandfather, then your father is never born and if your father is never born then neither are you. So, you never go back. It's an unending time loop that can theoretically unravel our very reality."

Lucy groaned. "Sorry I asked."

"I think Peter suggested getting out in the open so we can see where we are," Buffy said as she took Peter's hand in her own. She and Peter led the way through the thicket. "I missed you."

"And I missed you," Peter said. "How long as it been for you?"

"About two years," Buffy answered. "And you?"

"A year," Peter answered. "When we found ourselves back in 1940, I…"

"I know about the promise you made," Buffy told her husband as she smiled at him. "Lucy told me. You plan to visit me on the day of my birth. I think it's a beautiful gesture. How many people get to see their wives on the day of their birth?"

With some difficulty, and with some stings from nettles and pricks from thorns, they struggled out of the thicket. Then they had another surprise. Everything became much brighter, and after a few steps they found themselves at the edge of the wood, looking down on a sandy beach. A few yards away a very calm sea was falling on the sand with such tiny ripples that it made hardly any sound. There was no land in sight and no clouds in the sky. The sun was about where it ought to be at ten o'clock in the morning, and the sea was a dazzling blue. They stood sniffing in the sea-smell.

"By Jove!" said Peter. "This is good enough."

Five minutes later everyone was barefooted and wading in the cool clear water. "Oh, this is as fun as I remember it," Buffy chuckled remembering the last time she had run barefoot in the sand.

"When was the last time?" Dawn asked.

"Toward the end of when we were Kings and Queens," Buffy answered. "That said I remember my first time with greater detail. It was the day before Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy were crowned. And two days before I was married to Peter and crowned."

"This is better than being in a stuffy train on the way back to Latin and French and Algebra!" said Edmund. And then for quite a long time there was no more talking, only splashing and looking for shrimps and crabs.

"All the same," said Susan presently, "I suppose we'll have to make some plans. We shall want something to eat before long."

"We've got the sandwiches Mother gave us for the journey," said Edmund. "At least I've got mine."

"Not me," said Lucy. "Mine were in my little bag."

"So were mine," said Susan.

"That makes enough food for you four for one meal," Buffy said. "Dawn and I had been fighting a supernatural evil bent on taking over our world. So, we have no food on us. All we have from our world is…" She held up her scythe.

"I thought that was your gift," Lucy admitted.

"No," Buffy answered. "Remember when we were given our gifts, he said that two had been made. One for Narnia and one for our world. This one is the one from our world."

"Anyways," Dawn interjected bringing the topic back to their provisions. "While you four have something to eat, that doesn't include something to drink. And unless sea water here is magically the same as fresh water, we're going to have to find something to drink."

"Which should be the first priority," Buffy said. "Finding food and water."

"It's like being shipwrecked," remarked Edmund. "In the books they always find springs of clear, fresh water on the island. We'd better go and look for them."

"Does that mean we have to go back into all that thick wood?" said Susan.

"Not a bit of it," said Peter. "If there are streams, they're bound to come down to the sea, and if we walk along the beach, we're bound to come to them."

They all waded back and went across the smooth, wet sand and then up to the dry, crumbly sand and began putting on their shoes and socks. Then they set out along the shore with the sea on their left hand and the wood on their right. The wood was so thick and tangled that they could hardly see into it at all; and nothing in it moved - not a bird, not even an insect.

"If we're back in Narnia, I don't remember it being this quiet except before winter thawed, when the White Witch was still in power," remarked Buffy.

"Buffy," Dawn said as she walked beside her sister. "Being back here, and assuming you had Little Su with you. Do you think you would want to leave again?"

"That's a difficult answer, Dawn," Buffy said as she wrapped an arm around her sister. "Just like last time I would miss you and Giles and Willow and everyone. And in the beginning, I had hoped I would go home. But when I married Peter, I found I was finally at peace. If everything were to fall into place. In other words, if you were here, Little Su was here and Peter was here. Yes, I might want to stay." She looked at her sister. "I do know this, Dawn. I would want you here for sure. After all I made a promise that I intend to keep. I am going to show you the world, and I want to watch you grow up into the beautiful woman you are becoming."

Behind the Slayers, Susan had been listening to their conversation and smiled.

After a while the shore began to curve round to the right. About quarter of an hour later, after they had crossed a rocky ridge which ran out into a point, it made quite a sharp turn. Their backs were now to the part of the sea which had met them when they first came out of the wood, and now, looking ahead, they could see across the water another shore, thickly wooded like the one they were exploring.

"I wonder, is that an island or do we join on to it presently?" said Lucy.

"Don't know," said Peter and they all plodded on in silence.

The shore that they were walking on drew nearer and nearer to the opposite shore, and as they came round each promontory they expected to find the place where the two joined. But in this they were disappointed. They came to some rocks which they had to climb and from the top they could see a fairway ahead and… "Oh bother!" said Edmund, "it's no good. We shan't be able to get to those other woods at all. We're on an island!"

"I think he's right, Buffy," Dawn said with a sigh.

They saw that the channel between them and the opposite coast was only about thirty or forty yards wide; but they could now see that this was its narrowest place. After that, their own coast bent round to the right again and they could see open sea between it and the mainland. It was obvious that they had already come much more than halfway round the island.

"Look!" said Lucy suddenly. "What's that?" She pointed to a long, silvery, snake-like thing that lay across the beach.

"A stream!" Buffy shouted. They lost no time in clattering down the rocks and racing to the fresh water. They knew that the stream would be better to drink farther up, away from the beach, so they went at once to the spot where it came out of the wood. They dropped on their knees by the first brown, dimply pool and drank and drank, and dipped their faces in the water, and then dipped their arms in up to the elbow.

"Now," said Edmund, "what about those sandwiches?"

"Again, I remind you, Edmund, that Dawn and I have no food," Buffy told her brother-in-law.

"Oh, hadn't we better save them?" said Susan. "We may need them far worse later on."

"I do wish," said Lucy, "now that we're not thirsty, we could go on feeling as not-hungry as we did when we were thirsty."

"But what about those sandwiches?" repeated Edmund. "There's no good saving them till they go bad. You've got to remember it's a good deal hotter here than in England and we've been carrying them about in pockets for hours."

"He's right, Buffy," Peter reluctantly agreed. "Let's divide them up so Buffy and Dawn can have something to eat. We will then need to start searching for food."

So, they got out the two packets and divided them as best they could into six portions, and nobody had quite enough, but it was a great deal better than nothing. Then they talked about their plans for the next meal. Lucy wanted to go back to the sea and catch shrimps, until someone pointed out that they had no nets. Edmund said they must gather gulls' eggs from the rocks, but when they came to think of it, they couldn't remember having seen any gulls' eggs and wouldn't be able to cook them if they found any. Buffy and Peter discussed things with each other quietly away from the others.

"Buffy," Dawn said with a sigh. "You know how I hate being left out. Besides I too am a Slayer."

"Sorry, Dawnie," Buffy said looking at her sister. She waved Dawn over and the three of them continued their conversation quietly. They came up with nothing in the short term.

Finally, Edmund said, "Look here. There's only one thing to be done. We must explore the wood. Hermits and knights-errant and people like that always manage to live somehow if they're in a forest. They find roots and berries and things."

"What sort of roots?" asked Susan.

"I always thought it meant roots of trees," said Lucy.

"Come on," said Dawn, "Edmund is right. And we must try to do something. And it'll be better than going out into the heat again."

So, they all got up and began to follow the stream. It was very hard work. They had to stoop under branches and climb over branches, and they blundered through great masses of stuff like rhododendrons and tore their clothes and got their feet wet in the stream; and still there was no noise at all except the noise of the stream and the noises they were making themselves. They were beginning to get very tired of it when they noticed a delicious smell, and then a flash of bright color high above them at the top of the right bank.

"I say!" exclaimed Lucy. "I do believe that's an apple tree."

It was. They made their way up the steep bank, forced their way through some brambles, and found themselves standing round an old tree that was heavy with large yellowish golden apples.

"And this is not the only tree," said Edmund with his mouth full of apple. "Look there-and there."

"Why, there are dozens of them," said Susan, throwing away the core of her first apple and picking her second. "This must have been an orchard long, long ago, before the place went wild and the wood grew up."

"Someone must have called this home at one time," Dawn admitted.

"I would say your likely right, Dawn," Buffy agreed.

"And what's that?" said Lucy, pointing ahead.

"By Jove, it's a wall," said Peter. "An old stone wall."

Pressing their way between the laden branches they reached the wall. It was very old, and broken down in places, with moss and wallflowers growing on it, but it was higher than all but the tallest trees. And when they came quite close to it they found a great arch which must once have had a gate in it but was now almost filled up with the largest of all the apple trees. They had to break some of the branches to get past, and when they had done so they all blinked because the daylight became suddenly much brighter. They found themselves in a wide-open place with walls all round it. In here there were no trees, only level grass and daisies, and ivy, and grey walls. It was a bright, secret, quiet place, and rather sad; and all four stepped out into the middle of it, glad to be able to straighten their backs and move their limbs freely.

Dawn looked around; something was nagging at the back of her mind.