What happened to Susan Pevensie (Sherlock x Narnia)

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That day they didn't do anything.
Sherlock was still kind of in shock but this time without a blanket. He layed on his bed focusing on tomorow's lunch. He did that for the whole day and didn't move once.
When John went at 1 am to get a glass of water he peeked into his bedroom.
The detective had his eyes closed but his sleep wasn't peacefull. He tossed and turned and John knew the feeling. He was troubled by nightmares ever since the end of war. It got better when he moved to Bakerstreet but ocasionally...
That was the reason why he knelt next to Sherlock's bed and started talking to him.

"Hey there, Sherlock Holmes. The first time I met you, you were anatomizing a dead body remember that?
And then you deduced nearly everything about me just from a five minute encounter and I couldn't help but be astouned. I mean what kind of a person would find out I have a brother just from my watch? Didn't even think somebody like that existed until I met you."

John glanced at the man before him. He was now laying calmly, his breathing even.

"Then the flat. Good grade, the only catch was, I would have a flatmate. And you wouldn't guess, I actually didn't mind. Not even when you played violin at 4 am or when I found severed fingers in my cup. Sure I found it annoying at first but it is a necessary part of you and who am I to ask you to change? I didn't mind even when you refused to do the groceries.
Which, by the way, I still don't understand why. I got used to it after that and suddenly I found myself unable to live without it."

John wasn't sure where did all the words come from. They just spilled out and he couldn't do anything about it. The truth was that he never had a friend as close as Sherlock so he became quite attached to him.

"We solved cases together and it didn't take long for me to start enjoying it. Well, unless you bossed me around and didn't tell me the reason first. That's really bugging me in fact. I mean you are a bit weird but who isn't? Anyway, I have no idea why am I telling you this. I will go back to sleep. Good night you brilliant bastard."

When he was at the door he hesitated. Little did he know that Sherlock was awake now. After he left Sherlock turned his head and stared at the door for long time.
The words he just heard were embodied in his memory from now till the end of time. He would never say so but he didn't actually enjoy being alone. The only reason he really was, was the fact that it was better than being surrounded by idiots. But every once in a while somebody like them came. The Pevensies have been the first ones. After graduating he lost touch with them and it was something he regreted greatly.
He was on his own again until he met John Watson. He wasn't an idiot either. No he was a smart man and more importantly a kind man. And whatever it was John thought about himself Sherlock knew that he was no ordinary man.