Disclaimer: I may have been born in England, but I regrettably own no part of this wonderful world. So I'll settle for playing in it. :)

Author's Note: Because I couldn't bear ending this story with Caspian and Susan so far apart this epilogue came to be. Thank you all for the support with this story, it's unbetad, but when I get back at the end of the summer, I'll post the beta'd version. Well here it is, the end of a five day era, sadly this will be the final installment in this series. I'm leaving for work at a children's camp on Monday and won't have internet except on Saturday afternoons. But I might do a few missing moments, from this fiction and its companion I never wanted too . . ., so keep a lookout, but they will only be updated on the Saturdays that I can get to a WiFi hotspot. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it, it has been a joy to write, and thank you again to all of my reviewers. You definitely were the driving force for my ability to actually writing/update this companion piece.

Despite her firm beliefs in Narnia, Susan decided to fool herself into believing that it was nothing more than a children's game. That all ended the moment she lost her whole family in the train crash. For years she relapsed into the despair that haunted the month after her second return from Narnia. The only thing that could bring a smile to her face was a wrinkled piece of parchment. She brought it with her everywhere, as a constant reminder of why she couldn't stop believing again and of what she lost when she decided to forsake Caspian's plea for her to not dwell on the might have been's, Lucy, Edmund, and Peter still need you to be whole. Consumed with grief she lived out her life, with a mask of happiness until one day it became too much.

"Aslan? Please, let me go to be with them, I know that they are with you, please, I've learned my lesson, I have. You gave me the proof, left me with something to remember Narnia by, and instead of appreciating it and taking care of my family, I forgot. Haven't I paid the price, I'm truly alone now, can't I just go back to my family?"

With those simple words, twenty-six year old Susan Pevensie waited for a sign in her parents' backyard. After five minutes, she felt a breeze that hadn't touched her cheek for many years and heard a small voice, her voice, "Don't you say that. Family isn't just the blood that runs through you - it's more than that. Don't you see that? Just because Peter, Ed, Lucy and I are leaving doesn't mean that you're going to be alone."

Looking into her mother's rose bush, Susan picked up a white rose. This rose seemed to glow from within. Knowing what it must mean she held it between her hands and whispered, "Thank you, Aslan."

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Sitting on a stone bench very similar to his mother's, Caspian looked to the sky, silently waiting for a sign. It seemed as if he'd been in Aslan's Country for an eternity, but something was wrong. Where was Susan? So he asked Lucy what happened to her, all she could say was that Susan didn't believe. When he confronted Aslan the only answer he received was that Susan had to remember first, and then, she would come back.

So instead of spending his time in Aslan's Country in quiet peace and happiness, he waited on a stone bench, with a white rose.

"Is it time?" Caspian whispered to the sky. Soon the white rose began to glow, and with a smile he placed it in front of him, and waited.

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Looking around Susan was confused, "Where am I?"

"You're home, Su, you're home."

Turning around she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Caspian, but no, that's impossible. Wait, where am I?

"Susan, this is no dream, I'm really here, and so are you. You've made it to Aslan's Country."

Without a seconds hesitation she ran into his outstretched arms. Laughing Caspian began to spin her around in circles. When he placed her on the ground again he held her hands and looked into her eyes.

"Where were you Susan? I've been waiting for you for so long."

"I got lost Caspian, but I'm back now, and I'm never leaving again."

With that she stood on the tips of her toes, snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him. For the first time since she left Narnia, she was whole again.

A/N: Well here it is, the end of an era, the story is over, but I'll try to do a few one-shot missing moments when I get back at the end of the summer. Leave some love, in the form of reviews :)