Title: The Girl Who Slipped Away
Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffyverse characters, Lewis owns Narnia characters, RTD & BBC own Whoverse characters, Spielberg & Lucas own Jones series.
Spoilers: Um, general for all series.
Summary: Susan Pevensie’s life has taken her to many other worlds, and now she faces them alone. With a little help from the most unlikely of places and people.
A/N: An offshoot of the PnC verse. Fleshed out from part 31 of 31 NoF:CT. The Girl Who Slipped Away
Prologue: Lost to the Wood
~* 1949 *~
The smile that had been plastered on her face felt stiff and painful. She’d wanted to go with her parents and siblings on the little holiday to see their friends and relations. Honestly, she truly did. Granted for the last few years, she’d wanted nothing to do with the memories of Narnia that she had firmly shoved behind her. She was too grown up to travel to Narnia, but so were all of her siblings. Still, Lucy and Edmund and Peter all longed to go back. Susan didn’t quite get why they did. Surely everyone they remembered from their time spent in Narnia were all long gone and dead by now. Tumnus, the Beavers, Reepicheep, Trumpkin, Caspian…
Her smile faltered at the thought of the handsome young king of Narnia, now long grown and gone. Who had he married? Lucy must have told her, but she had banished the name from her mind.
“I’ll be fine, mother, honestly,” Susan sighed, looking between her mother and the fidgeting Lucy. “I know how badly you all want to go on this holiday. I’ll come up later if I’m feeling any better. Don’t wait on my account.”
“Su, are you sure?” Lucy couldn’t keep the happy glint from her eyes.
“Well, if you are sure, I can’t see the harm in leaving you here to recuperate. You are so very grown up now,“ their mother murmured. She pushed away from the bedside and looped her arm with Lucy’s. “We’d best be off then.”
Susan’s smile relaxed as she closed her eyes and returned to sleep. She didn’t leave that day, or the next. In fact, she didn’t leave the house until the insistent pounding on her door by one of the neighbors pulled her from her sick bed. That smile - that forced and frighteningly calm smile - stayed on her lips until the paper was thrust under her face.
It read: RAIL ACCIDENT CLAIMS LIVES OF 60
Susan Pevensie wasn’t sure if she could ever smile again.