Word Count: 401
Original/Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia/Robin Hood BBC
Pairings (if any)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): AU, crossover
Summary: Instead of a different world, Susan finds herself in a different time.
Susan’s life had become the oddity. Not because of the death of her family; after that, she’d become something of a ghost, barely venturing out of her London flat. No, the oddness began when she decided to go to the country, daring the train she boarded to derail, halfway hoping. Even that wasn’t truly curious until after she’d visited the old manor she’d lived in one summer with her siblings.
It belonged to someone else now, and she’d walked the perimeter of the property, ending at a pond.
She’d stayed there for quite a while. So long that she must have fallen asleep.
And now she can’t help but wonder at it all. For when she left that place, seeking to find her way back, nothing was familiar to her. For one, there was no village full of oppressed peasants and sword wielding tyrants and a forest filled with outlaws.
She can’t help but be curious about this place she’s found herself in. The village of Locksley was a place similar and unlike a place that she knew long ago, with her brothers and sisters. Of course that was all pretend, that talk of fauns and talking animals and a magical lion. It was all a game of make believe one lovely summer. Of course.
But if the magical lion and the world through the wardrobe was just a game, then how – and why – was she here?
Had she perhaps gone mad? She didn’t feel as if she were insane. If she were, wouldn’t her family be here then? No, she didn’t think she was crazy.
She couldn’t have imagined men like Robin of Locksley, or Sheriff Vaizey, and especially not Sir Guy of Gisborne.
In him was another curiosity. He is a man of contradictions. Gentle and cruel in almost the same breath, his ambition will drive him to do horrible things. Susan doesn’t know how she knows that, only that she does. Perhaps that is her new ability in this new world.
She shouldn’t involve herself, but this place was captivating and dangerous and forced her to focus on things far removed from London and train accidents. There was no time to mourn and cry for herself here. Instead, she occupied her time as Marian’s maid and confidante and a conspirator against a tyrannical government, all in the space of a nap.
Yes, her life was rather a curiosity.