Note: The verses are quoted from the New King James Version of the Bible, and can be found in John 4:13&14a and 14:6. I don't know if that's a historically accurate translation to use in a post WWII story or not, but it's what I had.
Also, I don't own Jill, Scrubb or the Pevensies, and Aslan is not a tame lion...
Come And Drink
Jill sat there, looking around at the stained glass windows and high vaulted roof. It was only her second time at church, other than Christmas and Easter. An old family friend had invited her. She was only half listening to the sermon, as she sat in the hard wooden pew, and her posterior was starting to ache.
Suddenly, words, as in a faint, distantly whispered memory, came to her, "If you are thirsty, come and drink." At the same time, a picture of the Lion flashed through her mind.
Eyes wide, Jill looked around again as if to see whether someone near her had said or, perhaps, heard these words. Satisfied no one had, she brought her full attention to what the minister was saying. He read a verse, as he stood behind the pulpit, "'Jesus answered and said to her, "Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst."'"
These words struck a chord. Why did they have an air of familiarity about them? As if she had lived them, in a way. Then she remembered the water she had drunk from the Lion's stream that distant, yet not so distant, day. The water He invited her to drink. It had been so pure, only one sip had entirely quenched her thirst.
Yet she also remembered her fear to drink from that stream. She had not felt safe with the Lion watching her, but, oh, how she longed for a drink. Asking Him to leave had only produced a low growl, and He would make no promise not to do anything to her. She had to have water. She had thought she would find another stream, but the Lion had told her there was no other.
As those thoughts passed, another memory appeared in her mind. A verse the pastor had quoted last week, "Jesus said to him, 'I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.'" At that, the words, "There is no other stream," echoed in her mind.
All these words. All these thoughts. All these remembrances. They all seemed so similar, so attached to one another. It was uncanny.
But, wait, could it be? She remembered Scrubb telling her that Aslan had a name in this world too... Could it be? Had she found it?
Suddenly, a connection came. All she had heard from Scrubb and the Pevensies. All she had heard in her few times at church. It was as if dawn had risen! And all else around her seemed to fade away.
Had she found His name? "Yes…" Yes, she believed she had.
Her friend then heard Jill breathe, in barely a whisper, two equally beautiful names, "Aslan… Jesus," and saw a peaceful smile slide onto her face. Jill had come, and she drank.
Note: I'd like to say thanks for the critiques from all my friends at TheLionsCall (you know who you are!). You guys are awesome!
This is my first story form fic, so reviews are very much appreciated! Thank you! :) ---------