Hi! I've semi-returned! Tonks and Lupin are on a mini-haitus now, because I'm having some trouble getting them together (the story). This popped into my head when I re-read the Time Quartet. I love Meg and Calvin, and I want to write a story about their lives bettwen A Wind in the Door and A Swiftly Tilting Planet.

There are 2 lullabies in this chapter. The first is "Lullaby Ragtime" by George Gershwin. The second is "All the Pretty Horses" which is an old folk song. I'll admit, I don't know the Gershwin one, but I liked the lyrics, and there wasn't too much "God" and "Praying" in it. So...without further ado: WHEN YOU CLOSE A DOOR, YOU RIGHT THE PLANET

disclaimer: None of this is mine - it belongs to Madeline L'Engle, Gershwin, and the Folk-people (?). Enjoy!

"Hey Meg," came a voice from the doorway. Meg Murry was sitting at her brother's bedside, watching him sleep – making sure his breathing didn't falter again. She knew it wouldn't, but she needed the proof.

"What is it Cal?" Meg recognized the voice immediately.

"Meg, Charles won't stop breathing again. Can you please get some sleep?"

She got up from her chair, and turned to face the young man. Her breath caught in her throat. In all the chaos, she had forgotten just how handsome Calvin really was.

"But Cal, I'm worried about him. What if the Echthroi come back? I don't know if I can do it again." She walked over to Calvin and stood in front of him

"Meg," he began, reaching out to cup her face. "We got rid of them. They're gone. They're not coming back. Now please, go to bed. You've had a long day, and I'm worried you are going to get sick."

"All right, I suppose. Will you walk me?" Meg said, looking into Calvin's deep blue eyes and leaning into the hands that were holding her face.

"I would, but I don't know what your parents will think." His eyes filled with regret.

"Oh please Calvin. We don't have to tell them! I just don't think I can be alone right now." Meg said desperately.

"Oh, I suppose if it's only for a little bit."

Meg led them up the stairs, warning him to skip the seventh step. "Good, now you stand there while I change quickly," Meg instructed, pointing to the corner of her room. Calvin went obediently, and stood facing the wall. "All right, I'm ready."

Calvin turned around, and saw a beautiful sight. This Meg was not the Meg Murry he got to see every day. This was a Meg that was totally vulnerable. She didn't look like she had just saved her brother's life. She looked like a dream. Her chestnut hair – which was not yet tamed in the least – fell in frizzes around her shoulders, and her brown eyes stood out more than usual. Her nightgown hung loosely on her body, but gave off enough to make Calvin mad. He knew before that moment, but in that instant of seeing this new Meg, he knew for sure. He was in love with this girl.

"Meg," began Calvin.

"Shh, don't say anything. Come here." Meg answered, waving him towards the bed.

"Meg, I really don't think that we should do this."

"Do what? I'm not asking you to sleep with me. I'm asking you to hold me while I fall asleep. Here, you know what? Since you will probably end up sleeping here, let me give you some of Sandy and Dennys's old clothing," she moved toward the dressers that held the clothes that didn't fit the twins, but were too big for Charles Wallace. "Here, this ought to fit." She threw him a large T-shirt and some flannel pajama pants.

Calvin quickly changed, not wanting to miss a moment of looking at Meg.

"Ok, now I'm ready," said Calvin, moving towards the bed.

Meg climbed in, and Calvin on the other side. She curled herself against his side, resting her head on his chest.

"Calvin," she began.

"Yes Meg?" the vibrations of his voice felt good against her cheek.

"I like this."

"Me too. Now go to sleep. You've had a long day. It's time to sleep." And in his rich baritone, Calvin began to sing a lullaby to her.

Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock,
to a lullaby in ragtime.
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock,
play a lullaby in ragtime.
You can tell the sandman is on his way,
by the way that they play,
As still as the trill of a thrush in a twilight high.

So you can hear the rhythm of the ripples on the side of the boat,
as you sail away to dreamland.
High above the moon you hear a silvery note,
as the sandman takes your hand.
So rock-a-by my baby, don't you cry my baby,
sleepy-time is nigh.
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby,

So rock-a-by my baby,
don't you cry my baby,
sleepy-time is nigh.
Won't you rock me to a ragtime lullaby

"I thought your mom didn't sing to you," Meg murmured sleepily.

"She didn't. I found the tape in the attic when I was cleaning, and I listened to it. I know all the songs. I thought it would be important to learn for when I grow up. Now please Meg, go to sleep."

"Sing me another one please," Meg asked.

"One more." And he began again.

Hush-a-bye don't you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapple grays,
Coach and six white horses.
Hush-a-bye don't you cry,
Go to sleep-y, little baby.

He felt her breathing slow, and fall into a steady rhythm. He gently rubbed her back, and whispered into her hair, "I love you," and fell asleep.

The next morning, Mrs. Murry was wondering where her daughter was. Usually, Meg was up at around eight, and having breakfast by eight thirty (this was when there wasn't school). It was not nine o'clock and Mrs. Murry was beginning to worry.

She slowly climbed the stairs to Meg's attic bedroom, and when she pulled aside the strands of rice, she saw Meg and Calvin sleeping soundly – their faces free of the stress and anxiety that was usually there. She was going to say something, but couldn't bring herself to wake them up. I'll let them sleep she thought. They deserve it.

Mrs. Murry slowly made her way to the kitchen where her husband was waiting.

"Good morning dear. Where's Meg? She's usually here to say 'good morning'," Mr. Murry said, giving his wife a hug.

"Well, she and Calvin are upstairs sleeping."

"What?" he cried. "They're sleeping together? In the same bed? Why didn't you wake them up? This is not ok!"

"Shh, calm down, you'll wake them up. I don't want to get them, because they look so peaceful. And don't you remember the number of times you snuck into my dorm room and slept with me in college? I'm sure they didn't do anything. After yesterday, they needed it." Mrs. Murry said, putting a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Yeah, I suppose. All right, but we should have a talk with them."

Mrs. Murry smiled, and turned to finish breakfast.

So, did you like? I hope so. I'm hoping that this will end up spanning up until ASTP, and maybe even further (until little Murry is born?). Please Review! I know I haven't been the best writer, but school will be over in 2 weeks (YAY!) and then I can update all my stories - hopefully. Love, Mangotango101