Fanfic: I Never Said Thank You For That, 1/5
Title: I Never Said Thank You For That, Chapter 1
Author: stephie_nhbg
Rating: PG
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Type: Fanfiction
Genre and/or Pairing: Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: general CoN spoliers
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,108
Disclaimer: None of this amazing world is mine, I just like to play in it.
Summary: Caspian's heartfelt plea.
Author's Note:Well as promised here’s the Companion piece to I never wanted to . . . It’s in Caspian’s Point of View (for now :)) and should end up being a few chapters in length. It’s also partially inspired by a song, more specifically Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World, (lyrics). Enjoy :), this one however has less blatant references and is more like a great accompaniment to the piece. My timeline is probably a little off, so please tell me if its so off that my story doesn’t work. Reviews are love :), and don’t forget I still need a beta and some constructive criticism.
I never said thank you . . .
'thought I might get one more chance.
-=-
Standing on a balcony overlooking an ocean stood a man. He had long dark hair, and was staring into the heavens. The sun had set half an hour ago, and the stars were beginning to pop out. If one could see those stars it would take your breath away, but he didn't notice. His slumped shoulders and overly bright eyes spoke of defeat, not the King he was. King Caspian X. He'd been ruling for nigh on 3 years. It had been a fairly easy road, minus the one getting him to the throne that is, and he had much to be happy about. Yet, if you looked closely when his guard wasn’t up, on nights like this one, one could see the pain in his eyes. The pain he worked hard to let no one see, no one but the moon and the stars.He looked around as if to see if he was really alone and then softly asked to the stars, “Aslan? Why couldn’t you let her stay?”
As if expecting no answer, he shook the hair out of his eyes, wiped away a stray tear and knelt at the precipice of the balcony, while simultaneously clasping his hands and bowing his head.
I know that I should be grateful to have met her, should have cherished the time I had, should have spoken sooner, should have thanked her, now I can’t, I wasted the time that was given. She deserved more than the short stick that was given to her, and instead of doing something about it, instead of thanking her for all that she did, all that she said, instead of telling her how much that last night in the garden meant, I let her go. I know that I’m asking for the impossible but Aslan, please give her some hope, don’t let her forget about Narnia. She told me how afraid she was that you wouldn’t be there when she got back, please don’t forsake her, I ask for nothing in return, at least I have her horn and bow she has nothing to remember me by and I don’t want her to be afraid of tomorrow because she can’t bear to remember yesterday.
Standing up he took one last longing glance at the moon and then sighed. With a slight wince he took a deep breath and pulled Susan’s horn off of his belt, staring at it as if mesmerized he remembered when standing up didn’t make him short of breath.
-=-
It was soon after Caspian’s first meeting with Aslan when Susan noticed how he was favoring his right side and not standing perfectly straight. When he began walking away from the rest of the group, Susan, naturally worried, told Lucy that she’d be back and followed him. After a short five minutes he stopped at the edge of the river and sat on a rock wincing the whole time.
“Caspian? What happened?”
“Nothing, my Queen I’ll be fine.” He then tried to shrug his shoulders and wave telling her with his eyes that ‘all is well’ when a painful groan passed his lips.
Susan, naturally horrified, began to think the worst, and walked toward him slowly and responded, “I don’t believe you, this isn’t the time to be hard headed, and denying never undid anything.”
This accompanied with a withering glare caused Caspian to chuckle and then respond with, “Fine, Queen Susan, you win, but I really don’t know, it could have happened when I fell, but I haven’t had the time to check.” Dropping his voice so that it was barely discernable from the waves lapping on the shore, he added “With everything that’s happened, all those that were hurt, I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
“Well that’s just rubbish Caspian, and please, haven’t we known each other long enough for you to call me by my first name?” Giving him a winning smile, she continued. “Now, stop being so noble and take off your armor so I can see what happened.”
“Yes I suppose so, Susan.”
Slowly, he removed the outer layers of his armor and then his under-shirt from his left side. Eliciting a gasp from Susan he feared how bad it looked and then decided to chance a glance. Covering his entire left side and part of his back was a bright purple bruise with a deep tear along his bottom rib.
Starting to cry, Susan hurried the rest of the way to him and placed her small palm on his cheek while simultaneously grabbing his hand and whispered, “Oh, Caspian, why didn’t you say something, you probably have a broken rib.”
Wiping a stray tear off of her face with his spare hand he added, “It’s not that bad.”
Breathing deeply as if to remember that she couldn’t let herself get too attached, she let go of his face and hand and backed up to reply, “Caspian, it’s horrible, stay here, I’ll be right back with some bandages and something for the sting.”
While Susan walked away Caspian, felt the spot on his cheek where her hand had been sighed and added in a hushed undertone, “Okay so it is that bad.”
Looking to his belt he noticed her horn and chuckled, and then promptly started to cough and grasp the rock. Susan of course came back exactly as his eyes started to tear up, arms overflowing with an assortment of healing remedies, bandages, and odds and ends in an overflowing wooden bowl. Breathlessly she ran the rest away to him.
“Caspian! Here, take this water, and then try to hold your hands above your head, It’ll pass, I promise.” Placing her things down she handed him the canteen and added, “I’m sorry I couldn’t find Lucy’s cordial, but you should be fine without it, as long as there isn’t any serious problems with that rib. Now I’m going to fill up this bowl with some water from the river, if you need me just call for me. Okay?”
Waiting for him to give a nod she began to walk towards the river. She couldn’t help but begin crying in earnest, but while she fetched the water, he thankfully stopped coughing, and wheezed out a simple and hoarse, “Thank You, Susan.”
-=-
“NO, stop Caspian, she’s gone, she can’t come back.”
With a defeated slump of his shoulders he took one last look at the horn on his belt and then walked back into the restored Cair Paravel, and went to sleep. He may have stopped the rogue memory for the moment but as soon as he fell asleep this particular memory wouldn’t be silenced.
-=-
A/N: Well folks, here it is :) I know you want to slap me for stopping here, but I promise, the next chapter has already been started. Please review, they make me happy :), and if you want to beta? You know what to do :)
Author: stephie_nhbg
Rating: PG
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Type: Fanfiction
Genre and/or Pairing: Susan/Caspian
Spoilers: general CoN spoliers
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,108
Disclaimer: None of this amazing world is mine, I just like to play in it.
Summary: Caspian's heartfelt plea.
Author's Note:Well as promised here’s the Companion piece to I never wanted to . . . It’s in Caspian’s Point of View (for now :)) and should end up being a few chapters in length. It’s also partially inspired by a song, more specifically Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World, (lyrics). Enjoy :), this one however has less blatant references and is more like a great accompaniment to the piece. My timeline is probably a little off, so please tell me if its so off that my story doesn’t work. Reviews are love :), and don’t forget I still need a beta and some constructive criticism.
I never said thank you . . .
'thought I might get one more chance.
-=-
Standing on a balcony overlooking an ocean stood a man. He had long dark hair, and was staring into the heavens. The sun had set half an hour ago, and the stars were beginning to pop out. If one could see those stars it would take your breath away, but he didn't notice. His slumped shoulders and overly bright eyes spoke of defeat, not the King he was. King Caspian X. He'd been ruling for nigh on 3 years. It had been a fairly easy road, minus the one getting him to the throne that is, and he had much to be happy about. Yet, if you looked closely when his guard wasn’t up, on nights like this one, one could see the pain in his eyes. The pain he worked hard to let no one see, no one but the moon and the stars.He looked around as if to see if he was really alone and then softly asked to the stars, “Aslan? Why couldn’t you let her stay?”
As if expecting no answer, he shook the hair out of his eyes, wiped away a stray tear and knelt at the precipice of the balcony, while simultaneously clasping his hands and bowing his head.
I know that I should be grateful to have met her, should have cherished the time I had, should have spoken sooner, should have thanked her, now I can’t, I wasted the time that was given. She deserved more than the short stick that was given to her, and instead of doing something about it, instead of thanking her for all that she did, all that she said, instead of telling her how much that last night in the garden meant, I let her go. I know that I’m asking for the impossible but Aslan, please give her some hope, don’t let her forget about Narnia. She told me how afraid she was that you wouldn’t be there when she got back, please don’t forsake her, I ask for nothing in return, at least I have her horn and bow she has nothing to remember me by and I don’t want her to be afraid of tomorrow because she can’t bear to remember yesterday.
Standing up he took one last longing glance at the moon and then sighed. With a slight wince he took a deep breath and pulled Susan’s horn off of his belt, staring at it as if mesmerized he remembered when standing up didn’t make him short of breath.
-=-
It was soon after Caspian’s first meeting with Aslan when Susan noticed how he was favoring his right side and not standing perfectly straight. When he began walking away from the rest of the group, Susan, naturally worried, told Lucy that she’d be back and followed him. After a short five minutes he stopped at the edge of the river and sat on a rock wincing the whole time.
“Caspian? What happened?”
“Nothing, my Queen I’ll be fine.” He then tried to shrug his shoulders and wave telling her with his eyes that ‘all is well’ when a painful groan passed his lips.
Susan, naturally horrified, began to think the worst, and walked toward him slowly and responded, “I don’t believe you, this isn’t the time to be hard headed, and denying never undid anything.”
This accompanied with a withering glare caused Caspian to chuckle and then respond with, “Fine, Queen Susan, you win, but I really don’t know, it could have happened when I fell, but I haven’t had the time to check.” Dropping his voice so that it was barely discernable from the waves lapping on the shore, he added “With everything that’s happened, all those that were hurt, I didn’t want to bother anyone.”
“Well that’s just rubbish Caspian, and please, haven’t we known each other long enough for you to call me by my first name?” Giving him a winning smile, she continued. “Now, stop being so noble and take off your armor so I can see what happened.”
“Yes I suppose so, Susan.”
Slowly, he removed the outer layers of his armor and then his under-shirt from his left side. Eliciting a gasp from Susan he feared how bad it looked and then decided to chance a glance. Covering his entire left side and part of his back was a bright purple bruise with a deep tear along his bottom rib.
Starting to cry, Susan hurried the rest of the way to him and placed her small palm on his cheek while simultaneously grabbing his hand and whispered, “Oh, Caspian, why didn’t you say something, you probably have a broken rib.”
Wiping a stray tear off of her face with his spare hand he added, “It’s not that bad.”
Breathing deeply as if to remember that she couldn’t let herself get too attached, she let go of his face and hand and backed up to reply, “Caspian, it’s horrible, stay here, I’ll be right back with some bandages and something for the sting.”
While Susan walked away Caspian, felt the spot on his cheek where her hand had been sighed and added in a hushed undertone, “Okay so it is that bad.”
Looking to his belt he noticed her horn and chuckled, and then promptly started to cough and grasp the rock. Susan of course came back exactly as his eyes started to tear up, arms overflowing with an assortment of healing remedies, bandages, and odds and ends in an overflowing wooden bowl. Breathlessly she ran the rest away to him.
“Caspian! Here, take this water, and then try to hold your hands above your head, It’ll pass, I promise.” Placing her things down she handed him the canteen and added, “I’m sorry I couldn’t find Lucy’s cordial, but you should be fine without it, as long as there isn’t any serious problems with that rib. Now I’m going to fill up this bowl with some water from the river, if you need me just call for me. Okay?”
Waiting for him to give a nod she began to walk towards the river. She couldn’t help but begin crying in earnest, but while she fetched the water, he thankfully stopped coughing, and wheezed out a simple and hoarse, “Thank You, Susan.”
-=-
“NO, stop Caspian, she’s gone, she can’t come back.”
With a defeated slump of his shoulders he took one last look at the horn on his belt and then walked back into the restored Cair Paravel, and went to sleep. He may have stopped the rogue memory for the moment but as soon as he fell asleep this particular memory wouldn’t be silenced.
-=-
A/N: Well folks, here it is :) I know you want to slap me for stopping here, but I promise, the next chapter has already been started. Please review, they make me happy :), and if you want to beta? You know what to do :)