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11 March 2010 @ 06:07 pm
Fic: ‘A promise to be remembered.’  
Title: A promise to be remembered.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: At the train station before the Pevensie children leave for the country.
Summary: Susan has a promise to remember.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

I wondered what would Mrs Pevensie have said to the children when they left but I could only imagine Susan, so, this is what Susan promised.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of C. S. Lewis; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Whistles blew and steam settled around the train. People bustled, hurrying to make the steam engine, and tearful farewells and tight hugs were easily witnessed; they weren’t the only children leaving for the country. Her mother leaned down, her chin on her eldest daughter’s shoulder, and enveloped her into one of the tightest hugs Susan could ever imagine.

“Look out for Lucy,” her mother whispered. “Watch out for Edmund and don’t let Peter boss you around.” Words to be hurriedly delivered; she was too aware of the impending departure. “Don’t forget, Susan.”

Susan’s arms were trembling from the strength of the embrace, both from her mother and herself. “I’ll try not to,” she replied. I don’t want to go. She stopped herself from saying those words; she didn’t want to make her mother feel even more horrible than she already must.

Her mother drew slightly back. “Don’t try. Do. Promise.”

“I promise,” Susan fiercely whispered; she was trying to stop her tears before they fell. Mother must see me be strong, she told herself.

“Don’t forget that promise.”

“Susan!” Lucy was leaning from a window, pointing at the train. “Hurry!”

“I won’t forget,” Susan promised her mother before she darted onto the train. She found Lucy in heir carriage, sat next to her sister and both leaned out the window to wave goodbye. Steam whooshed and Susan lost sight of their mother. “Don’t forget,” she turned to Lucy as the train pulled from the station and Lucy had sat on the seat, “we must be good for whoever we live with now.”

Lucy nodded, hugging her bear. “Susan, we won’t forget, will we?” She bit her bottom lip while looking at her sister.

“We won’t forget,” she reached for her sister and drew Lucy into a quick hug. “We’ll behave and remember mother’s waiting for us in London.”

Lucy nodded and Susan leaned back into the seat. She wouldn’t forget; they only had each other for now and would be counting the days until they could be in London once again.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on March 11th, 2010 07:29 am (UTC)
Oh wow. This is impressive - I never really liked Susan, though a lot of that I admit is how she's presented in the books which was to fulfil a certain role. But this is making me actually feel for her!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on March 11th, 2010 08:39 am (UTC)
I’ve always found there’s a lot more to Susan that’s not really expressed – I’m glad I was able to share some of that with you.