After finishing my Suspian story More Than a Beautiful Possession, someone suggested I try writing Suspian one-shots. I don't usually write one-shots, but decided I would try it because I like Suspian stories and had no other ideas for a full Suspian story. So here it goes! Please leave prompts. Prompts can be for this world, Narnian world, or even crossover (I'm familiar with all the large fandoms).

Note: Chapters are NOT related unless otherwise indicated (I received a message where someone seemed confused by this). Therefore, the one-shots will indeed conflict with each other. If people request certain one-shots to have a follow up story, I will mark it as such, however it will also be a one-shot that could stand alone. If I receive a prompt that ends up leading to a particularly long story, I will include an excerpt here and begin a separate story.

"You should speak with Susan," Lucy advised as the three of them looked at the door Susan had slammed shut on her way out.

"Why me?" Peter protested. "Ed's the one who brought him up."

"You're the eldest," Edmund said, trying to deflect attention away from him accidentally mentioning Caspian in front of Susan

"So? I still don't know what to say!" he protested.

"We know even less. I mean, we're still probably going to go back to Narnia, so it's completely different for us," Edmund said.

"Just try to comfort her," Lucy implored.

"I suppose I'll try," Peter said uncertainly. He walked over to her room and knocked on the door.

"Lu, I told you already: I'm fine!" Susan called.

"No, it's me," Peter said.

After hesitating a moment, Susan asked, "Are you alone?"

"Um, yeah," he said.

She walked to the door, unlocked it and let him in. She was a mess. Her makeup was smudged, and she had clearly been crying. Peter sighed and grabbed a tissue to try to help her with it.

"Why don't we get some fresh air in here?" he suggested, opening the window.

"That's nice," she said softly.

"Su, you're still upset about Narnia, aren't you?" he asked.

"Aren't you?" Susan retorted.

"Yes, but something more is bothering you," Peter said. "Does… does this have anything to do with that kiss with Caspian?"

Susan flinched as she always did when his name was mentioned. She herself had not once said his name. If she had to refer to him, she only ever said, "that Telmarine prince." His name alone was enough to hurt her. Susan glared at Peter, saying, "I told you, that meant nothing. It was just a fling."

"If you say so," he said with a shrug. Susan kept glaring, but her mask was slowly falling apart. "Su, are you sure?"

Her glare turned into a grimace as tears began falling from her eyes. "No…. no," she whispered. She placed her head on his shoulder.

"Su, you should've said something! It sounded like you were fine with saying goodbye."

"Would it have made any difference? Aslan was the one who sent us back," she said.

"I… I suppose not," he said, wrapping his arms around his sister.

"I… I don't want to think of him," Susan said. "Let's do something, anything else. Here, let's listen to my new radio." She walked over to the new radio their parents had splurged on for her birthday.

A song came on, one neither of them had ever heard before. "It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word. And then that word grew louder and louder 'til it was a battle cry. I'll come back when you call me. No need to say goodbye."

Somehow, Susan found that she knew the words. The words somehow, magically came instinctively to her. "Just because everything's changing doesn't mean it's never been this way before. All you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war. Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light. You'll come back when it's over; no need to say goodbye. You'll come back when it's over. No need to say goodbye."

"Can I pick that star?" she teased, pointing out the window at the brightest star she could find.

"Sure, let's go follow it," Peter joked.

"I… I actually wouldn't mind a walk outside. It'll probably help me sort out my thoughts," she said. When Peter began to stand up, she added, "Alone. Thank you for coming in here for me though."

She went outside and found herself following the star. She began humming to herself which slowly turned into softly singing the song she had heard. "I'll come back when you call me. No need to say goodbye."

She sighed and said to herself, "Would that I could bring him back just by calling him."

For the first time since returning to England, she felt urged to speak his name. His name tasted sweet in her mouth. "Caspian… Caspian… Caspian…"

She suddenly realized she was not alone in her nighttime walk. Someone had begun walking silently beside her. Her heart pounding, she slowly turned to see the dark haired man next to her. She recognized every inch of him. The charming smile she had dreamt of seeing again appeared on his handsome face as he whispered in his thick accent, "You called?"

Susan said the only word that came to her mind. "Impossible."