So, this is in two different time periods! Edmund and Lucy's POV will be from after Dawn Treader, and Peter and Susan's from inbetween Silver Chair and Last Battle. It'll be a little confusing.

Disclaimer: I own none of these.

1947- England

Lucy's POV

Edmund looked at me. I looked at Eustace. Eustace looked at Edmund.

"Well, that was something." Edmund used the headboard of my bed to pull himself up.

"Definitely." Eustace was sitting on the floor, looking down. I frowned.

"I wish we could go back already, but I know we can't." I hugged my arms. We heard Aunt Alberta call for us. "We had better go downstairs. Come on." I walked out, Eustace and Edmund behind me. Edmund shut the door quietly. We three looked at each other.

"It'll be okay, Lu." Edmund put a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go get lunch."

1949- America

Susan's POV

Peter was fuming again. He had started it this time, though. If he would just stop mentioning that silly game we played as children.

"Susan! You can't just keep denying that it never happened!" His face was red.

"Peter, you can't keep encouraging Lucy and Edmund! You too! You're twenty-two, for God's sake! You can't keep on with this… game… forever!" I had my hands on my hips. He threw his hands up and groaned.

"Whatever. Just, whatever, Su." He stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I sighed and sat down on my bed.

Wouldn't they ever grow up?

Peter's POV

I went downstairs and found Lucy crying on the couch. I shook my head. Susan always ended up sending Lucy into a fit of tears. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. She sobbed into me.

"Why doesn't she believe anymore? She… she…" Lucy exploded into a fresh fit of tears.

"I wonder the same thing sometimes." Lucy looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "I wish I knew, Luce."

Edmund stared out the window. He was quiet, as he usually was after a fight. He turned and looked at me. "Peter, do you think she'll ever… believe again?" I opened my mouth. But I didn't know what to say.

A voice came from the doorway. "No, I will not." Susan was standing there, hands on hips. She was dressed to go out for a party, as usual. "I'm going out. See you guys." She turned on her heel and left promptly. I got up. Lucy and Edmund looked at me.

"Wait, where are you going? Peter?" Lucy jumped to her feet. "Just let Su be, she'll stop bothering us soon enough!" I shook my head.

"Good luck, Peter." Edmund turned back to the window.

1947- America

Edmund's POV

We all sat outside in the garden. It had been a month since we left Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold's. We were all in America now, it was beautiful.

It was a nice July day. We had all gone outside. Peter and I were playing tennis, and I was losing spectacularly. Lucy was picking flowers, and Susan was reading a book under a tree. Mum and Dad were out today. Susan looked up.

"Anyone up for lunch?" We all yelled enthusiastically in reply. She led us inside and went straight to the kitchen. "How about… Lasagna?"

Peter smiled. "Sounds great!"

1949- America

Susan's POV

Honestly, the only thing dressy about me right now was the coat. A plain pair of black loafers, a simple skirt and a slightly nice shirt. I sighed as I walked. The snow wasn't that thick, but still quite cold out. I heard feet pounding behind me.

"Susan, what's wrong with you?" It was Peter. I turned to look at him.

"Nothing. Why do you three think there's something wrong with me?" I raised my chin a bit. "I'm perfectly fine!" Peter shook his head.

"Sure." He looked down for a second, and I thought I saw a guilty expression cross his face. "Want to go to the park and talk?" I hesitated. I had a party, but I also hadn't talked with my older brother in a while. I bit my lip. He looked sad. "I understand. I'm not cool enough for my sister."

I shook my head and slipped my arm into his. "Let's go?"

Ah, this is the shortest opening chappie I've ever written... D:

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