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[healerofharms]

Of all the absurd things to think, Jill woke up feeling cold. Not cool, for all that it probably wasn't winter outside, but cold. It probably had something to do with what she slept in (or the lack thereof), and if you add into the face that she seemed to be lying on the carpet

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[onceaqueen]

Susan heard someone swear and sat up, shivering a little--she was cold, which was strange as she and Jon and Rickon had been sleeping all together (thanks to Rickon's apparent bad dream that required climbing in bed with his parents at the wee hours of the morning). They were decidedly not in her bed now, nor anywhere she could see, though there was Jill Pole right there on the floor.

The carpeted floor, in what was definitely not her own house.

"Where are we?" she asked, the shortness in her voice mostly due to having no idea where her son was and trying not to panic about it.

[healerofharms]

"England," Jill said, swallowing. "Professor Kirke's house, if I remember right." She tried to act like she was't half starkers, and got up on her knees leaning forward- Yes, right there, neat as you please was her suitcase. "This isn't- this was before I went to Narnia," she said, scooting to the case to open it, and thank god that she'd always stuffed entirely too much into her luggage.

Clothes. Clothes that weren't a tank top with a rainbow on it, no bra, and a pair of orange knickers. "Susan-" She looked back, and realised, all at once, that being here was far less of a concerned then not being on the island. "We'll go back."

She'd edited out her own 'Likely', purely because it was the last thing that Susan needed to hear.

[onceaqueen]

Susan got out of bed and pulled a blanket round her shoulders. "Of course we will," she said briskly. "It's just like Narnia and Westeros, it doesn't last. A few days, at the most. We'll just have to muddle through."

The room was unfamiliar, and Susan frowned. "It doesn't seem like the Professor's house," she began, and then realised what Jill meant by before I went to Narnia, and a look of comprehension came across her face. Of course it didn't look like the Professor's house to her, because she hadn't seen this one. She had been out and about the city with her friends instead of visiting with the friends of Narnia. And Susan knew what happened after that.

"We need to see if the boys are here," she said, and then remembered that she was only in her nightgown. She didn't think Jill's suitcase had anything that would fit her, though, not with the curves that childbearing had given her.

[healerofharms]

"It's newer, I think, then the one that you'd seen." She didn't comment that there was a reason that Susan had seen this one, and really she didn't even think it - she had far more important things to think about, like clothing.

Jill'd been heavier - not much, mind, but heavier then she was now, brought on by mornings of true English breakfasts and no wars to fight or training to do. She tugged out clothes - peering at them, really, tugging them out all over the place. "I've clothes you can wear, I think, although-" She swallowed. "I've only one bra." She paused, looking at it, and then at Susan. "And I don't think it'll actually fit either of us." Three years made a world of difference.

She tugged out a sweater, an extra skirt - they had a bit of elastic in the back, so they at least might work, and socks that she put on the bed. "... I suppose I was wearing my shoes," she said largely to herself, already tugging up another pair of socks

[onceaqueen]

"We can make do," Susan said, taking the clothes that Jill offered. "Thanks." She turned away to get dressed. The clothes felt strange on her--schoolgirl clothes, something she hadn't worn in years, and she felt like she was pretending to be someone she wasn't.

[healerofharms]

Jill tugged on her clothes, none of them fitting anywhere close to properly. She braided her hair out of reflex - something about the clothes, perhaps, or just because they were back in England.

England.

Her toes curled in the carpet, and she stuffed her old island things back into her suitcase. It looked like morning, if she wasn't mistaken - she remembered Lucy had always been up and out of bed before she'd been.

"Are you ready? We could go find them." She swallowed hard, looking back over at Susan.