But First We Write

     Quietly you enter Hannah’s room and set the tray on her desk. You make a silent dash to the kitchen where you left the bag of extra tools. You glance in before entering fully. Hannah is still sound asleep. You exhale a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding and scatter the rose petals all on the floor and on her bed from the bag. Then you pull out those fake candles and lace them messily around the room to be honest. You check the food to make sure its now an edible temperature and turn to your victim.

      You gently lay next to Hannah and give her a small shake, “Hannah, pumpkin, wake up.”

      Hannah groans, her nose scrunching up and her lips all pouty. “Need mer sleep.”

      It’s your turn to groan. “Fine then I guess I’ll just eat all this food ALL BY MYSELF.” You exaggerated the last part.

    Smirking when Hannah said a soft, “Food?” You turned and looked at her as she slowly sat up rubbing her eyes. “What the? Aweeee __________! Did you do all this? For me?”

      Hannah’s expression was all you wanted it to be and more. Her checks lightly flushed from waking up, her eyes so bright and full of hope, and her hair looking like a birds nest. It had to be the most adorable moment. She was so stunning. “Of course I did. I did it all for you and I would do so much more. Let me grab your breakfast.” You stood and walked the few steps for the tray and set it over her lap. Helping her to fluff her pillows a tad bit more so she would be comfortable sitting like that. Then you pulled the last thing from the bad. A laptop. You unlocked it to reveal a view of the Eiffel Tower.

      “You’re so cheesy!” Hannah giggled sounding bolts of electricity to course through your veins.

     The afternoon past by lazily while you cuddled and relaxed. You brushed your fingers through her hair delicately to not pull on the knotted parts. You exited the Paris theme and went to the tab that you had set up with some rain noise to play.

      “Breakfast was so good! You did wonderfully!” Hannah praised. “But now its time for lunch.” She declared kicking the blankets off her legs.

      “First of all, if you want to be technical it was lunch. Second, I already have dinner on the way. So you’ll just have to wait until it gets here.” You smirked booping her on the nose. “And lastly, today is all about my girl. I am going to spoil you rotten.” You gave her a quick peck on the lips before jumping out of bed and out the door. On the couch was your stage 2 gift.

      Running back into the room, you jumped onto the bed beside Hannah. After a few breathes you held out the small gift to her. But when she tried to grab it you teasingly pulled it away. Her pretend grumpy face making you almost instantaneously.

     Hannah’s eyes went wide at the gift. “Open it.” You whispered.

    The box opened to reveal a small silver locket with intricate engravings of sunflowers. She gave a curious look before turning it to the side and giving it a small pull. Inside on the left was a picture of you two on your first date at the diner sharing a milkshake. On the right was the date you two meet. Hannah’s eyes were teary and she took a deep breathe, “That was the day you told me, we were going to fall in love. I laughed and said sure. But after that picture it felt possible.”

     “I saw that in your eyes. That’s why I’ve always put everything into this relationship. I wanted you know how serious I was. And I’ll never stop spoiling you.” You promised leaning up and catching her lips in a loving kiss filled with love and adoration.

     “This is why I feel in love with you!” Hannah laughed. “You’re always so good to me even when I don’t think I deserve it.” She snuggled into your side. “I’m surprised you remembered me looking at this locket at the mall. It feels like forever ago.”

A sudden applause stopped you in your tracks as you turned to see Valentine standing above. He leaned on the rail smiling down at you. “_______! Your fighting skills have improved so much sense being with us. You were slow and careless before and now look at you!” He smirked as he walked down the stairs to come to your level. He gripped your shoulders slightly smiling. Then he twisted you and his arm was roughly pressed to your neck. As hard as you pulled and struggled nothing came of it. “Fight! Fight ______! I could have been anyone. You can not show anyone mercy even if they wear my face! Stop being a victim and fight!

Your brain was screaming and black spots dance across your eyes. With the last bit of your strength you risked to slam your heel down and luckily it connected and with the new space around your neck you pushed your elbow back into his ribs. He made a sound of agitation but you continued on and with put all your weight into flipping him. He crashed to the ground in front of you and you quickly placed your foot over his throat. Resisting the need to cough and cover your mouth so you wouldn't gasp in air little a fish.

Valintine’s smile returned as he began to laugh. He easily threw off your balance pushing you onto the ground as he laughed. Climbing unsteadily to his feet, “Now that is my daughter!” He reached down and pulled you back to your feet drawing an iratze on the inside of your wrist. You hadn’t noticed the cut on your palm from scraping against the floor. “ I think it’s time for you to meet your brother.”

~~~~~~~~~~Small ordinary apartment~~~~~~~~~

You began to pick at the red blanket over the back of the brown leather couch as you waited for your father to return with your brother. Groaning you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You just opened the fridge when you heard the lock on the front door unlock. You froze in place wondering if this was another test.

“_______! I found Jonathan. Come over and introduce yourself. I’ll make dinner for all of us.” He shouted before coming into view. Smiling wolfishly, “Ah, you’re in here. I’m sorry for making you wait so long. You must be starved.” He pet your check lovingly. “Go say thank you at least. This is his home.” You nodded in agreement walking around to look at him.

He stood on guard watching you. Calculating your strength and possible weaknesses. “You need to work on your balance.” He stated simply.

“You need to work on your bedside manner.” You scuffed lightly crossing your arms. A smile graced his face then. Amusement. “Thank you for having us over. I always wanted a brother...”

“Let’s get to know each other then? I always wanted a little sister. I dreamed of teaching her how to fight and defend herself. Seeing her kick some poor lads arse.” Jonathan laughed. You giggled too and walked towards the couch again.

Just as you were passing Jonathan, he grabbed your wrist and spun you so you back was against his chest and you were in a choke hold. You hands reached to pull his arm away from your windpipe. After a few feeble attempts you kicked your legs out and pushed against the couch to push Jonathan back. He landed on the ground with a rough bang as he knocked down a chair as he fell with you on top. His arm loosened slightly enough that you were able to elbow him in the side hearing him wheeze. He let go and you both tried to breathe steadily. “I.. knew.. there was... a.. test.”

“No bet.. no better bonding... than fighting” Jonathan chocked out. Both of you slowly clambered to your feet and over to the couch.

You did your best to bite back a laugh. Groaning, “Stop! No laughing. Too..soon..” Jonathan smiled nodding in agreement.

“Aww my children fighting and me cooking dinner. All we need is Clarissa painting and Jocelyn yelling about being careful with the furniture. Until then I’m grateful for our little family...” Valentine sighed gleefully almost. “Dinner is ready.”

~~~~~~~~After dinner~~~~~~

“What was Jocelyn like?” Jonathan whispered as you tucked into the blanket on the couch.

When you looked at him, he was looking at a book. You sighed dejectedly, “I’m not the best person to answer that. Unless you don’t want an honest answer.”

His eyebrow went up in silent question. “You’re my sister. Your opinion is the most important. Tell me. Please.”

Groaning you rolled over onto your back to stare at the ceiling. “She hates me and she’s always been scared of me. I could never do anything right. If she could I’m sure she would have erased me from existence. I tried for a long time to get her to like me but when I turned twelve I stopped trying. I asked Luke to teach me self defense and weapons training. I wanted to be strong. Dulcina was the one who recommended it.”

“Who’s Dulkenna? Why did she recommend it?” Jonathan asked as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

You took an uneasy look around. Sitting up and throwing your legs over the side of the couch. “It’s something that Dad doesn’t know..” You whispered cautiously.

Jonathan got up and moved to sit next to you. “We are brother and sister. We’re supposed to have secrets. Siblings against the world right?” He smiled comfortingly.

Smiling back, you nodded. “Dulcina is my seelie friend. I know we’re supposed to have a thing against fae but she saved me. I was trying to get away for awhile because of Jocelyn hating me. I took the fire escape but I was attacked. I couldn’t defend myself.. Dulcina jumped in front of me and fought it off and killed it. She saved me. I didn’t remember for awhile because Jocelyn took me to a warlock to hide my memories. After I remembered she told me to to ask Luke to give me the training and she trained me too. She looked after me.. cared for me. I didn’t have very much of that so it meant a lot to me.”

“I understand your mixed feelings...”  He took a deep breathe staring at his hands. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded eagerly which made him smile slightly. “Father tested us. Changed us. Altered our genetics..” Jonathan looked so rattled up all the sudden like he wanted to say something important but didn’t know how. “He put angel blood in Clarissa, you and Jace. But me... he put. Demon blood. I’m evil.”

He looked up at you then to gage your reaction. You stared at him. Seeing the honesty and vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t think you are evil. I don’t think you are defined but what you have done. I see you care about me right?” He gave me a look that screamed ‘what’s your point!?’ “So if you are capable of caring then you can not be evil. Evil people don’t care about anything or anybody else. If what you’ve done makes you guilty then do something to fix it. Do the hard thing which is usually the right thing. And if you don’t know then I’ll help you. Because that’s what siblings do.”

“You still want me to be your brother?” He asked curiously. “I’ve-“

“You’ve killed people and hurt people... but you.. you were ripped apart physically and spiritually.. You wanted to be saved. I’m here. I’m reaching out because I need to be saved too. We’ll save each other.” You smiled hopefully. He laughed putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“How do you read me so well?” He looked so sad as he asked you this.

“I see things.. when I look at people sometimes.. I see memories maybe? I saw threw your eyes when you remember when you said you did bad things. But I saw deeper into that into your feelings. You may have thought you enjoyed doing those things but more so you enjoy the thought of the praise you’d get after..”

“That’s probably from the extra angelic blood in you. A new gift. What’s Clary like?”

We both took a collective step back after our little heart to heart moment. “Clary is great. She’s smart, caring, and talented. She’s always looked out for me. Whenever mom failed at the basics of comforting me or showing support or interest; I had Clary to hold on to. She helped me with homework, encouraged me to keep trying with whatever I was interested in.” You pulled your legs up so they were criss crossed.

When you were turning seven, Clary suggested you have a combined birthday party. You were struggling with money so only a few friends would be let over. Clary wanted to be sure you both got to celebrate your birthdays. You made a party itinerary together and presented it to your mom together. Jocelyn promised she’d try to do everything on the list… And she did.. kind of.. she knew whose hand writing was which because when it came time for your birthday party.. It was ALL Clary’s favorite things. Her favorite dinner, games, candy, movie, color theme, and her favorite dessert… You had left early claiming to be sick when ONLY Clary’s friends showed up..

When you were about eight, you were watching the fireworks with Clary and the loud noise scared you, you reached for Jocelyn’s hand for comfort but she instantly pulled away as if burned by your touch. She moved to Clary’s other side and pointed at a particular firework that made a heart. Clary took your hand instead being the kind big sister she was. Smiling sweetly to try to lift your mood.

When you were around nine, you had been nominated to paint the class mural. You had spent a whole week on drawing up the perfect idea. You stayed after school to paint it. Clary had hugged you so tight when she saw it finished. Your teacher had given you a reward for making it. She even took two pictures for you to take home. You put one in your scrapbook and put the other on the refrigerator for your mom to see…  The next day. THE NEXT DAY. It was gone. Jocelyn claimed to have never seen it…

The turning point for you was when you were ten and began to find notes in a mysterious writing by your window. They seemed to be written by someone who knew you but you couldn’t remember.. They told you it was because of Jocelyn. As the two years came to an end you were finally able to see your friend who had been warning you.

From then on you didn’t tell Clary or Jocelyn about the beautiful things you saw in the shadows. Your seelie friend was all you needed. At least she was honest and kind to you. Plus she seemed to like you because you weren’t your sister. Dulcina was your one safe haven and confidant.

Dulcina saved you when you were attacked after climbing out the fire escape. After that she did her best to train you to protect yourself. She also told you to ask Luke for help as well. You liked the training and it made you feel a little more connected too because Luke would talk to you more at the dinner table. It didn’t last long though because soon Jocelyn all but banned talking about fighting at the table.

Jocelyn was always so proud of Clary. Everything she did was so amazing and praise worthy.. Good grades, respectable friends, and such an artist! Even if you managed to scrap up the good grades it wouldn’t matter because Clary’s already done that…

You shook your head at the thoughts that would consume you and continued on your way. Cautiously climbing the stairs to your door, turning the door knob slowly to try to keep it from squeaking and after  finally entering, you kept your breathing soft and listened for any disturbances. Finding none, you skillfully jogged up the staircase to your room.

You let out a breath of relief as you jumped on your bed. Staring up at the paintings that covered your ceiling. At night constellations glowed vividly. Clary had helped you paint it for your fifteenth birthday. Getting up to brush your teeth you went to the bathroom and turned on the light. Stuck to the mirror were two lime green notes with hastily written reminders.

“Don’t forget Simon’s band is playing tomorrow!! Xoxo- Clare Bear”

“Don’t forget Clary’s birthday is tomorrow! Hope you didn’t forget a gift like last year!”

You didn’t forget Clary’s present last year. You made her a charm bracelet with a locket. The pictures inside were of you and Simon and Jocelyn. Clary wore it all the time. You couldn’t wait to give it to her so you ended up giving it to her in the middle of the night. During the gift giving in the morning you joked that you had forgotten to get her something. Jocelyn took it seriously. You were immediately excused for being so thoughtless.

Rolling your eyes you scrunched up the notes and started your nightly routine. Getting changed into some pajamas before getting into bed. Rolling around for a bit before finally relaxing and falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You groaned as your alarm went off and slowly moved to turn the blasted noise off…

Flump!

Groaning again from falling out of bed. You reached over under your bed and turned your alarm off. You contemplated staying on the floor but decided to get up anyway to tell Clary happy birthday before she left for Simon’s rehearsal. A warm shower helped you to perk up a bit and able to face the day ahead. You got dressed in some comfortable jeans and a fitted top. Throwing on a light jacket to complete the look along with your usual accessories.

You pushed some sneakers on and jogged down stairs. Clary was sitting at the kitchen table already when you entered. “Hey Clare Bear! Leave me any charms? I know it’s your birthday, but I love that cereal too.” You teased as you walked to the cabinet to look.

A giggle escaped Clary as she tried not to spit out her cereal in amusement. “Unfortunately not, my little Wonderer. But there are some tastey toasted o’s if you’d like?” Clary proposed.

Shaking your head as you grabbed the milk from off the counter along with a bowl and spoon, you turned back to the table to sit across from Clary. “So where is Simon’s band playing tonight?” You questioned curiously looking up at Clary while eating.

Clearing her throat, Clary whipped her lips with a napkin. “He’s playing at Alto Bar. And the band’s name is Champagne Enema now just so you know. Mom also wants us both home for my celebratory birthday dinner tonight!” Clary informed still giggling at the ridiculous name.

You snorted, “These names just keep getting better and better! They never cease to amaze me.” You shook your head finishing the last of your meal. “You mean she wants you home in time for her special dinner where she’ll cook all of your favorite dishes. I have to go get more acrylic paint. I’m going to that speciality store on Chelsea that mom hates. Thought I’d let you know.” You divulged smirking.

Sighing heavily, Clary turned to you, “Why do you do that?” She turned to turn the water on as she washed her dishes. “Why do you purposefully go out of your way to antagonize her? Maybe if you tried to understand her and do as she says then she wouldn’t always be so mad at you?!” She theorized as she twisted the water off and turned to face you leaning on the counter with her arms crossed.

Looking back at all the times you did exactly that made you cringe. Nothing was ever good enough for Jocelyn. Before you remembered the shadow world if Jocelyn had told you to jump off a bridge you would have. Anything to get her love and approval but nothing pleased her. She never questioned why you came home after curfew or who you hung out with unless you asked if they could spend the night.

“You know why Clary. No matter how I act she doesn’t care. No matter how much I want her to love me… I'l- I’ll never me good enough.” You growled sadly. You stood up and walked over to her throwing the dishes in the sink. “Simply because I’m no- not y-y-you. I’m not you. I’m me. And she hates me.” You barely croaked out. You cleared your throat as you tried to keep the tears from falling. Clary’s eyes were red with tears. “I’m going to go to the store. I’ll see you tonight. Happy birthday big sister.” With that you jogged from the room grabbing your bag and keys on the way out. Once outside you put your headphones on and headed for Chelsea.

You were walking over a bridge when you felt like someone was watching you. Pulling your headphones off and letting them drape around your neck you. You glanced around the empty park, Continuing on the way you finished crossing the bridge. Hearing a stick snap from behind you quickly swung your leg around in a round house kick. The person easily dodged it and tackled you. The power of the hit knocked the air out of you.

You were pinned before you even had the chance to catch your breath. Sighing in relief when you saw it was only Dulcina. Your seelie friend. Her braided silver hair contrasted vividly against her rich umbre skin. “You’re getting faster my little Huntress.” Dulcina teased laughing lightly before rolling over to lay next to you in the autumn leaves.

“Dulcina! Where have you been?! I haven’t heard from you in a week!” You implored exasperated. “You know you’re the only one I can talk to. Clary is clueless and mom- Jocelyn-.. She doesn’t want me to know.” You rolled to lay on your side to see Dulcina’s face. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of the morning sun against her skin. Her clothing perfectly tailored as always. Your favorite part of her outfit always were her shoes which looked to be made of leaves. Today they were an astonishing red and orange just like the leaves you rested on now and laced together with a thin string of leather.

Your cheeks heated as you looked up at her face finding she had noticed your stare. She always caught you but that never stopped you. She was so strong yet so delicate. So powerful yet could be so soft. “Seelie business  as usual. You know this is a busy time of year. You going to get more of that seashell paint?” She inquired as she pulled her legs to her chest and used her shoulder to propel her from the ground as she kicked out. She landed on her feet as if she floated there. As if she were not troubled by such things as gravity.

“Yes, I ran out while painting that church you showed me last month… I wish you’d tell me more about them… The shadowhunters..” You whispered longingly. Standing you brushed the leaves and dust from your clothes. You both started walking towards the paint shop.

“I don’t tell you about them because they all aren’t that great. Their government is horrible to my kind and all downworlders. Why don’t you tell me what you got for Clary this year?” She replied off handedly and skillfully changing the subject. She always dismissed the questions or any talk of the shadowhunters.

“I got that last week. I got her a crystal fox charm for her bracelet.” You answered exasperatedly. Sighing you let the subject go and just walked in silence. Delcina went on and on about all the parties she went to. The warlocks she met and the other seelies she joked with. You tuned in and out of the conversation. You preferred to hear about her fighting matches or missions.

“This is where we part my little Huntress.” Delcina proclaimed disappointedly as you neared the exit of the park. She gripped your hand and slowly pulled you into a tight squeeze.

You held on to her longer than you should but her presents reminded you that what you saw was real. “Please try to visit me soon.” You pleaded slightly. Delcina sighed relenting, “I’ll do my best.” She smiled sweetly and brushed her hand over your hair. “See you tonight at least.”

You nodded joyfully. When you parted she brushed your check lightly before disappearing quickly into the park trees. You looked around vaguely before striding out of the park. You put your headphones back in as you walked not wanting to be bothered.

The small art shop was wedged between two larger buildings. It would easily be missed even with its precarious window displays which were adorned with candles, crystals, paints and small posable models. Everything placed as if a small theatre the paints were watching the mannequins on a small stage. The stage was decorated with crystals of all colors and small candles as spotlights. Curtains lined the inside of the window.

Taking one last look you entered the small shop. A small bell chimed as the door opened. Glancing around at the art supplies was a familiar scene. The store owner behind the front wooden desk that looked like it had just been chopped down was the only one present. Giving a gentle smile of greeting you wandered to the seashell acrylic paint section. Dragging your fingers along the shelves as you admired the different colors of the seashell acrylic paint section.

After getting the colors you were out of, you went to the counter to pay. While the owner rang up the paints and applied the usual frequent customers discounts you looked over the counter where there were little trinkets for sale. This is where you also bought all of Clary’s charms for her bracelet.The owner cleared their throat to gain your attention. You gave them a pleasant smile before handing over the exact amount of money and walking away.

You spent the rest of the day at the park sketching. It was easier to relax at the park than at home. When it was getting close to Simon’s performance time you headed back to the loft to drop your things off and get ready for the night. When I got home I saw Clary had picked out an outfit for me.

When I got to the place I carefully jogged threw the crowd to sit beside Clary. She squeezed my hand and and I waved to Simon on stage. He gave me a slight nod to let me know he saw me and continued with his set.

After I helped Clary with painting the van and we stood back to to look at it. I tapped Clary’s shoulder and let her know I was gonna head home sense I had a job interview tomorrow. She nodded and hugged me.

I got home and just got straight back to work painting not even bothering to change. I was working on some fine details when I heard loud crashing behind my music. I pulled my headphones down and listened to were the noise was coming from. I walked out my door and saw Jocelyn fighting with two guys with swords of some kind?!

I ran over and pushed one of them and the other turned and sound this sword at me! I barley dodged and was able to gain my balance enough to swing my leg out and kick him in the back. Jocelyn moved her sword so that he fell into it. Another guy appeared and mom pushed in off into a coffee table knocking over books and the lamp. I picked up the dead guys sword and fight back to back with her. Only catching a few words she exchanged about a cup, army and protecting humans??! I got hit in the head before I could makes sense of or hear anything else.

My head was throbbing.. What’s.. what happened? I slowly opened my eyes looking around the dark room. There were lockers and pipes and it looked disgusting. I saw people? With weird black veins all over? I felt a heavy weight on my foot and saw I was chained to the floor?!

A few minutes later two men walked in. A man with a shaved head walked over and kneeled in front of me. He had a red circle on one side of his neck and other weird blacks on the front going down his shirt. You crawled up into a ball not sure why they had taken you.

“Who are you? And how do you know Jocelyn and Clarissa?” He demanded. The look in his eyes told you he was not to be toyed with. He commanded respect an seemed the type to usually get it.

“I-I-I’m-m- _______.. Jocelyn is my m-other and C-clary is my sister..” You stumbled to say in your fear.. His eyes widened and he stared at you a little closer. He fell back on his butt as he gasped for breathe.

“_______ _______?” He asked breathily. You could only nod. Tears began to fall from his eyes. “I thought you were dead?! Your mother told me she had miscarried! My beautiful ______! Please believe me when I say I am your father!  I thought I lost you. Then when Clary disappeared I feared the worst! I had lost everything!” He cried. He carefully pulled you into his chest as he cried into your hair.

“I believe you. But who are all those people?” You asked looking around. “The ones with the black veins who look about to die..” You whispered

~~~Past~~~

It was only your second day on the job and you were shadowing your coworker Sky. She seemed nice enough, a little bitter perhaps but still you could see being friends with her. You went to do a bathroom cheek and make sure they had enough toilet paper and paper towels.

When you came back out Sky motioned you over to help her behind the counter. You jogged over and she told you to make the cinnamon hot chocolate. You nodded in acknowledgement before going to get started. When you finished you looked at the name to call the quest to get their drink.

“Hannah?” You shouted curiously before putting the heat protector on so they wouldn’t get burned. Then you continued with the next order that Sky gave you. When the rush was over you took the chance to glance around the room. Blushing when you saw someone particularly beautiful.

Sky told you to go sweep around the front door to make sure there were no leaves getting sucked in by the draft. As you worked you’d occasionally glance at the brunette . Sometimes completely staring at the window in hopes that it would be less noticeable.  She had long wavy hair and bright eyes. Her laugh made your heart flutter. You couldn’t help think how cute she was. From then on you vowed to always keep an eye out for her.

~~~Present~~~

You felt your heart skip a beat as the familiar laugh filled the room. Hannah has been coming in practically every day for the last two months. By now you had her and her friends orders memorized. Hannah was also the best tipper. She was so sweet.

“______! You’re girlfriend is here!” Sky whispered teasingly in your ear as if you didn’t already know that.

You glared at her but you knew the blush covering your cheeks would betray you. “Shut up! She’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you wish she was!” Sky shouted as she headed to the dry storage to get more cups. You gasped at her and threw an small elf decoration in her direction. She burst out laughing as she dodged inside the other room and the toy simply hit the door.

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath as you prepared yourself to talk to Hannah. “Knock, knock?” A sweet voice said behind you. 

A smile graced your face at the childish greeting. “Who's there?” You asked as your turned to face her.

“Owl.” Hannah replied as she tried to repress her excitement.

“Owl, who?”

“Owl take a hot chocolate with extra whip cream and marshmallows. And don’t forget the-”

“Cinnamon.” You finished for her. Her look of surprise made you blush. “And one mocha with extra white chocolate.” You smiled as you wrote the orders down on two cups.

“Please and thank you.” Hannah said beaming at you. She bit her lip to keep from smiling so big.

“It’ll be right up, Hannah.”

While you worked on their drinks, Sky had come back to help with the next guests. You walked the cups to the pick up side. “Hannah! Jessica!”

“Hey ______! Can I ask you something real quick?” You turned to see Hannah’s friend Jessica looking at you quizzically. 

“Sure, what’s up?” You granted walking over. You leaned slightly on the counter.

“So I see you all the time here, why don’t I see you in school?”

You laughed, “I’m home schooled.”

“But you can’t just spend all your time at home or here right? You must have a boyfriend?” She  wondered shocked. “I’d go stir crazy if this were the only interaction I got. I’m such a social butterfly.”

“No... I don’t go for guys. And I haven’t had the courage to ask the right girl..” You confessed slyly as your cheeks turned a bright pink.

“Oooh! Well if it helps I’m having a party tonight and maybe you could see them there and break the ice?” She offered kindly.

“I don’t know not really my scene. It’s pretty cliche don’tcha think?” You asked with a disinterested look.

“Just give it shot! Here’s my address and I’ll see you tonight! Come early to help  set up! Bring chips and soda! If you don’t we won’t have any.” She commanded smiling before waltzing off to her usual corner.

You sighed and did your best to shrug it off and get back to work. Later on you’d talk to Sky about it.

“What did your girlfriend’s friend want?” Sky asked as she put away cups.

You gave her an exasperated look but didn’t correct her this time. “She wants me to go to her party tonight.” You explained simply.

“And you’re going to go right? So you can see your girl?”

“I don’t know... I’ve never been to a party. How will I know how to act?” You gave her a nervous look that made her laugh.

“You act how you normally do because you don’t need to act any way else to get her attention.” You blushed at the meaning which made Sky laugh more. “I don’t understand how you can’t see that she likes you back!”

“She does not! She is into that boy that you know. With the dark hair and nice eyes. Cody? Blay? Tray? Clay!”

Sky snorted, “Ya, right!” Sky rolled her eyes and walked over to you. Taking you by the shoulders she said,  “You are going to that party tonight and you are going to talk to Hannah. You are going to get tongue tided and mess up your word and Hannah is going to find it adorable. Then you’ll kiss and she’ll be your real girlfriend. I will drag you myself if I have to and that won’t be pretty. And to make sure you go... I’ll make Clay look for you  and if he doesn’t see you then you’re on toilet duty for until... until you do go to a party.” She smirked evilly at you before going to get her things to leave work.

~~~~Later That Night~~~~

Your parents reluctantly agreed to let you go to the party. The deal was you could go but they had to drive you home whether or not you’d been drinking. And there would be no judgement if there were drinking because you had a safe ride home. They also agreed to drop you off and pick you up a block away.

 With a few bags of family size chips and three 24 packs of soda you walked the rest of the way to Jessica’s. You were on the door step debating whether to knock or ring the door bell or just walk in when the door opened and there was Hannah. She gasped as she saw you.

“______! You scared me!” She laughed a bit trying to catch her breathe. “Come on in! I'll show you were to put all that.” She smiled encouragingly. You followed her threw the house and you guys put the drinks in a cooler and the chips on the table.

“I’m glad you could make it.” Hannah whispered as you guys sat by the pool. You didn’t have to talk loud sense no one had really arrived yet.

“I’m glad I could too. So does she throw parties like this a lot? She seems to have it down to a science.” You joked lightheartedly. Hannah laughed nodding.

“Ya at least once a month. Her dad leaves town pretty often.” Hannah explained.

“Hey ladies!” A guy shouted grabbing you guys attention. He walked over and kneeled by Hannah. He was tallish and fairly muscular and would probably be considered attractive if it weren’t for her blood shot eyes and disheveled appearance. “You guys look great but what would make you look better is if you were moaning my name.” His smile widened as he laughed as his pathetic pick up line. Hannah looked uncomfortable.

You stood up and went and sat on the arm of her chair between them. “You know you are so right!” You said I a fake excited voice. “ Why don’t we test the chemistry and make out?” You asked flirty. He stood up and put his hand on your hip. “ Close your eyes.” You commanded sweetly. When his eyes were closed. You put your hands on his chest leading him a few steps back. When he tried to touch you, you tapped his hands playfully. 

Then you pushed him in the pool! you jumped back just in time to avid the splash. Hannah’s jaw dropped as she saw what you did. You both burst out laughing and you took her hand hoping the sleaze wouldn’t follow you inside.

Both of you were breathing hard when you got to the couch. You smiled when you felt Hannah’s lace her fingers with yours. You both sat in comfortable silence as everyone walked around you. Hannah slowly moved to rest her head on your shoulder. “Thanks for doing that. He was making me feel so uncomfortable.”

“I know that’s why I did it. I wanted you to feel safe with me.” You whispered back. Your nose brushing her forehead as you spoke to her.

A loud groan made you both flinch and look around. Seeing EVERYONE staring at you made you both blush red. “C’MON! Just date already!!” Sky, Alex, Jessica, Clay, Jeff, Justin and Zach all shouted in synch.

“If you guys don’t start dating I’ll never hear the end of it from Jessica!” Justin complained.

“I’ll have to kept listening to Hannah go,’Should I ask her?’ ‘Are you sure she likes me?’ or ‘Are you are that she like likes me?’ I’m going crazy!” Jessica continued.

“You have to go threw that too? I’ve never felt so connected you!” Sky gasped shocked.

“I think you’re cute..” Clay said smiling nicely which had everyone glaring at him. Clearing his throat, “You guys are disgusting with all those lovey dove stares! I can’t stand it just go out already!” Clay finished looking to the others who nodded in agreement.

Nervously looking at Hannah for her reaction, you saw she was smiling. “I like.. like you.” She mumbled biting her lip shyly.

After grabbing his water bottle, he motioned to the locker room to let you know he was going to shower and get changed. You nodded and pointed at your seat to let him know you weren’t going anywhere and would wait for him. Like always. Justin smiled before jogging away.

You leaned back against the wall wondering how this could happen to your family. Sure they didn’t always agree on things or ever but you thought your family was stronger than anything. You closed your eyes and tried to relax and think rationally but everything was just so messed up.

You jumped slightly as someone flopped on to your lap. Sighing softly in relief when it was only Justin. Your hand moved to rest between his shoulder blades as you unconsciously started to draw circles there. “Hey ________. How did I do?” He asked still sounding tired from practice.

Looking at how he had his arms around your hips and his eyes were closed, you knew he was ready to take a nap. “You were great as usual. Come on, let’s get going to my place. You still need to study for tomorrow’s test.”

Justin groaned dramatically and pulled you closer to hide his face against your stomach making you laugh. “Will your dad be making dinner tonight?” He inquired curiously only opening one eye to see you.

Your heart pinched at the mention of you dad. Trying to cover the look that must have worried Justin, you laughed nervously and replied, “I don’t know. We’ll just have to find out when we get there.”

Justin sat up fully staring at you now. He put his hands on either side of your face and turned your head side to side. Then he put his cheek to your forehead. “You don’t feel like your getting sick do you? Because you don’t look sick. So if you’re not sick then there’s something going on that you haven’t told me.” Just interrogated concerned.

Your jaw dropped at his explanation before looking at the bleachers. “I will tell you. Just not now. When I’m ready to I’ll tell you. Ok?” You explained vaguely as you looked at him with teary eyes.

Justin’s face softened instantly and he sighed, “Ok but can we stop by my place? I need something from the storage.” He smiles reassuringly as he took your hand.

You nodded standing up and allowed him to walk you down the stairs. At the bottom he put his arm around your shoulders and together you left to go to your car. The ride to Justin’s was a comfortable quiet as music played softly in the background. “Can you pop the trunk when I come out?” Justin requested as he opened the door and got out.

He held the door open as he waited for your answer. You simply nodded and so he closed the door and disappeared into the apartment building.

~~~Ten or fifteen minutes later~~~

Justin was walking back towards the car with a bag. Shrugging it off, you popped the trunk when he was closer. When he was done loading the trunk and probably checking everything was there, he came around to climb in the car. With that done, you drove home.

You parked in your usual spot and Justin and you headed up to where you lived. You opened the door leaving it ajar for Justin to close. Then you walked to your room. Sitting at your desk while Justin flopped on your bed.

You were working on your essay while Justin was studying for his test. You rolled your shoulders from sitting still so long when you noticed Justin staring at your ceiling and not studying. “Justin, done studying already? It’s been…” You grabbed your cellphone to check the time. “It’s been barely an hour.” Sighing, “Ok break time.” You closed your laptop and walked over to your bed laying down next to Justin to stare at the ceiling.

“It’s quiet.” Justin noted. “Usually you can hear your dad in the kitchen. Your mom would usually would be listening to the news network.” He continued softly. Sitting up stiffly you explained, “Things are going to be different from now on.” You rubbed your face irritatedly to keep calm.

~~~Breakfast Earlier~~~

“________! Time for breakfast! We have something important to discuss with you.” You heard your dad shout from the dining room.

You looked around your room once more to make sure you didn’t leave anything you’d need. With a nod you walked out of your room and headed to the dining table to eat. No idea what you were about to be hit with.

When you got to the table you saw all of your favorite breakfast dishes. Smiling eagerly at your parents, they nodded in approval and you dug in taking a little of everything. Moaning happily as you took your first bite.

You were half way through your meal when you mom cleared her throat. “Honey, we need to tell you something.” She said sweetly. You put your eating utensil down and gave her your full attention.

“There’s no easy way to say this..” Your dad began gently as he put his hand over yours. You looked between them confused and anxious.

“I’m going to just pull off the bandaid.” You mom proclaimed. You looked at her shocked and scared about why it would have to be like that.

“(Mom name)! We agreed-” Your dad growled glaring at your mom. She waved her hand at him carelessly disregarding his interruption.

“Here’s the thing we’re getting a divorce.” She announced casually. Your jaw dropped slightly in surprise. Never would you have thought that would actually happen. “Your father and I are no longer happy together. Going to counseling and classes is just making us resent each other.” She continued unsympathetically. Taking a deep breathe and pushing her hair from her face, “This doesn’t change how we feel about you. We love you. Nothing will ever change that.”

They were staring at you expectantly but you were in shock. How could this be happening to you? You stood slowly saying nothing and just grabbed your backpack for school to leave.

~~~Present~~~

“_________?” Justin whispered. He had sat up and put his hand gently on your back. When you took a deep breathe, he began to comfortingly rub your back. “They’re getting a divorce, Justin. They are separating… How c-ca-n-n t-t-th-i-s be hap-pen-ing??” You choked back the sobs fighting to come out. Turning to Justin, he pulled you against his chest as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Justin stayed quiet as you cried. He held you tightly and occasionally rubbed your back. Sometimes he’ll hum lightly. After awhile your breathing evened out and you both relaxed leaning against the wall.

Justin kept an arm around you still. “I’m sorry, ________ . That’s rough. But I know you will get through this. Your parents don’t love you any less than they did yesterday or a year ago. You are their baby and nothing will change that… The way they look at you.. My mom never looks at me like that. It’s going to be hard but I’ll be here EVERY. STEP. OF. THE. WAY. You won’t have to go through this alone.” He reassured passionately. His eyes were genuine.

“Thank you.” You uttered quietly. He shrugged and put both arms around you.

After awhile you guys went and made some pasta. Justin did the dishes while you set up a makeshift bed on the floor of your room.

“I’ll always watch your back, ya know that right, _________?” Justin asked lightly. He looked up at the edge of the bed.

You rolled over to look down at him. “Ya, Justin. I know.” You vowed. He smiled at you and nodded. You rolled back on your bed to get more comfortable and slipped into a peaceful sleep.

~~~Morning~~~

Even though you knew it was probably going to be a difficult morning you were still pretty relaxed because at least you’d have Justin… Or so you thought but when you looked down Justin’s bed was neatly folded up and there was a note on top. You sighed heavily before forcing yourself to read the note.

-Morning Gorgeous!-

You couldn’t help the smile that simple greeting.

-Sorry for dipping out on ya like this.. I’ll see you later! Chin up cutie! I got you! Justin-

You shook your head with a sigh of relief and a new burst of energy. You got dressed and snuck out so you wouldn’t have to face your parents yet. Then you drove to school. You waited out front of school for Justin but the bell rang so you reluctantly went to class.

You didn’t see Justin all day and after school when you went to the gym to see if Justin made it to practice. The coach informed you, he called in sick. You disappointedly returned home A note on the door told you that their would be another family meeting at dinner. You crumpled the note and threw it in the trash on the way to your room.

When you opened the door you saw balloons and confetti all over your room. Little fake candles were on your dresser, desk, and on almost every bookshelf. Rose petals were on your bed and made a trail to the bathroom. Inside there were real candles of sweet relaxing scents. There was a bath bomb on the counter with a rose soap bar and a note.

-Have a shower or bath or both to help you unwind. I'll be here when you get out. Justin-

You bit your lip at how considerate he was being. After bathing and getting dressed in some comfy clothes you walked back into your room to find Justin. His hands were behind his back and when you got closer he held out your favorite flowers.

You talked about all he missed in class and he shrugged it off saying he had more important things to be doing. You blushed lightly and rolled your eyes. Justin excused himself to start dinner while you did homework.

Justin smiled at you when he saw you enter the room. You sat on the counter and he walked over to you with a spoon. He was blowing on it so it would cool enough to tell. Then he held it out to you.

You were pleasantly surprised when the sweet flavor filled your mouth. He chuckled at your astonished look. You set the table for four and when he finished he put the food in the middle of the table. You were finishing adding a pitcher of lemonade when the front door opened and your parents entered.

“Oh, hey Hannah! You should hear the joke Clay just told me! It’s killer!” You giggled trying to catch your breath. Her eyes looked between you and Clay.

“No, thanks and we should be getting to class ________.” She scolded slightly. You looked at her confused but let her drag you away. Waving to Clay in a last second farewell.

But Hannah’s mood didn’t improve in class and she refused to talk to you. She even paired up with Jessica when it came time in class. Taking a deep breathe, you tried to let it roll off your shoulder.

Looking around for a new partner for this assignment, you were surprised when Justin Foley walked over and sat with you. “I need a partner. Mind if I work with you, ______?” He implored smiling sweetly as he motioned to the chair beside you.

You looked past him to Hannah but she wasn’t facing you. Sighing slightly, you gave him a weak smile,”Sure, I need a partner anyway.” You relented and he eagerly sat beside you setting his backpack on the ground.

“Ok class, today’s assignment is going to be different. It’s going to last a week and your partner is going to be your life partner.” Mrs. Bradley announced smiling. The class buzzed with curiosity. “I’m going to give each group a paper describing your lives together. Your jobs, your salary and where you live will be included on that paper along with a description of how you ended up with a baby. That’s right you are parents! Congratulations!” The room erupted in talking as everyone wondered how this was going to work.

“Hey _______, if we get to decide the gender of our baby.. Can we have a girl?” He implored cautiously. “I really want to have a daughter first. Treat her like my little princess. You’ll be my queen of course.” He explained sensitively. The smile on his face was different than you usual… You couldn’t help feeling like you were seeing a different side of Justin.. an unguarded version almost.

You smiled back for real, “Sure.” You relented laughing lightly. “What do you want to name our daughter?” You joked teasingly.

“Umm-” Justin was stammering for a response when Mrs. Bradley walked up and cleared her throat to obviously gain our attention. Smiles drifted off your faces as you faced her stern eyes.

“Usually, I wouldn’t allow a couple to decide what gender their baby is because in the real world you can’t; however, you guys seem to be making progress already so I’ll allow it. Here is your paper.” She smirked at both of you before walking away.

Justin was so excited about having a girl he grabbed your hand squeezing it lightly. The smile on his face was so bright you thought you might go blind. “How about {b/n}?” He proposed eagerly. Looking past him, Hannah was laughing with Jessica and paid you no mind.”______, ______? Mrs. Foley? Anyone home?” Justin teased as he leaned in close to your face to get back your attention.

“Oh.. Ah.. Sounds great! {b/n} Foley.” You stuttered in response. Laughing lightly and shaking your head to clear it. “Wait did you just… Did you call me Mrs. Foley?” You inquired laughing.

He sputtered not able to come up with a response and started laughing with you. You rested your head on his shoulder as tears filled your eyes. “I did call you Mrs. Foley. Does it sound that bad?” He asked as his laugh died down some. His cheeks pink from laughing so long.

“It was shocking and just weird because I’d never thought about it before so hearing it was discombobulating.” You deflected slowly. He was smiling cheekily at you. Leaning in closer and closer teasingly. You laughed embarrassedly and punched his arm making him laugh again. “Shut up! What does our paper say anyway?”

Clearing his throat quietly to calm himself. He picked up the paper for you to both read. “You’re a writer and your salary is bigger than mine because I teach minor league basketball.” You exchanged impressed looks before turning back to your paper. “We met at a singles party and I spilled a drink on you. We went for a walk after and really bonded before having sex. Then boom! You were pregnant.” You leaned your head against his shoulder to keep from laughing at the ridiculous story. “Shhhhhhh!! We live..” You looked at him confused from the sudden stop. Justin cleared his throat looking uncomfortable. “We live in an apartment with my mom.” He finished.

The bell rang then, but Justin seemed glued to his seat. Seeing his far off look, you put your hand over his comfortingly. Little did you know Hannah had stopped at the door to wait for you. She did not take it well. She gritted her teeth before turning so fast her hair whipped around her as she left. Her knuckles white from gripping her book so hard.

After school you went to the library to work on some homework so you wouldn’t have to deal with it at home. You sat at one of the back wood tables so you wouldn’t be surrounded by all the other teens studying. As you were taking out your last book from your backpack, you heard someone knock on the table. Looking up abruptly in surprise to see Justin across from you. You sighed in relief.

“Mind if I join you?” He whispered as he leaned over the table. You smiled and nodded in response. He pulled out the seat across from you and began pulling out his work as well.

Thirty minutes or so passed when you tiredly pushed your chair back to breathe. Stretching your arms out above you as you stretched your legs out as well sighing in content when you finished. Justin watched all this with an amused smile on his face. “Hey, So I was thinking to really channel our relationship for Peer Communications we should go out sometime to eat or see a movie or both?” He inquired nervously.

You sat silently gapping at him for a moment before biting your lip unsure of what to say. Thankfully someone was walking up so you didn’t have to right away. You turned and saw an annoyed Hannah as she walked towards you. “Hi Hannah? What ar-” You’re cut off mid sentence when Hannah put her arms around your shoulders and threw her legs over the side of the chair as she sat in your lap. Then with no time as all. She pressed her lips roughly against yours. You felt yourself melt at all the heat in her daring kiss. Your hands had magically found their way to Hannah’s waist as you kissed her back.

When you pulled away for air for a moment all you could do was stare at her in surprise as she smiled innocently at you. You looked worriedly around her for Justin but he was gone and so were his things. You stared at her for awhile as the pieces of a puzzle slowly started falling into place. “Hannah, did you kiss me because you are jealous of Justin?” You asked bluntly as you could, worried about the answer.

Her eyes flickered for barely a second but you caught it. She sighed in defeat and rolled off you and onto her feet. “It’s just that you own my heart, but sometimes I’m worried you’ll leave me for someone better. Justin is smart and funny and could easily get a basketball scholarship. Clay is super smart and will probably get a high paying job and I’m so behind. Why would you stay with me?” She said sadly as she refused to look you in the eyes.

Standing up and taking her hands in yours, “Hannah, I’m so in love with you!” You proclaimed softly. “You’re behind now. That doesn’t mean you’ll be behind forever. You’ll get catch up. I know you can.” You encouraged as you leaned your forehead against hers. 

Her smile brightened and relief was evident on her face. “Come on. Let’s go study at my house where we can have snacks and take naps in between study sessions.” She offered making you smile.

Nodding in acceptance, you packed up your things and followed Hannah to the front where she grabbed her bag from the table Tony was working. Then the two of you held hands and walked out of the library together.

“I can’t find her. Which means her witch body, her connection to magic, it’s as if it just vanished.” Freya fully explains standing up. “But there was something else..” Freya says as she looked as Elijah confused.

“What else could there be?” Elijah asks worriedly. Coming to stand directly in front of his other sister. 

“I think I might be able to locate her. I think I felt her in her original body.” Freya said before jogging off to get started.

She worked nonstop until Marcel came to check on her. “Anything?” Marcel asked as he walked up to the table Freya was working at.

Freya looked up frustrated, “I can’t find the continent she’s on, let alone the city. Marcel looked around feeling so helpless in helping find Rebekah whom he still cared deeply.

“Maybe you just need something of hers. Maybe a hairbrush.” He tried to reason weakly as he stared at Freya from across the table.

“Her blood is in my veins, that should be enough.” Freya disbanded the idea simply. Growing more frustrated by the moment before going to walk out of the room.

“Whoa… Hey. Freya.” Freya stopped as Marcel called for her. “You can’t just give up.” He said as she turned to face him. “Yes, Rebekah’s blood is in your veins. But maybe the blood needs to be more direct on the map.”

“I’m not giving up. But seeing as you won’t give that ridiculous idea up unless I try it fine.” Freya resigned and held her hand out to Marcel. He pulled her back to the table. He picked up a compass/divider to prick her finger. Freya winched a little but didn’t pull away. 

Her blood slowly dripped from her her finger. She held it over the map and sighed before starting the chat again. Wind engulfed the room and papers flew about. Marcel watched as the blood moved all together to form on singular blood drop. He waited impatiently for it to move. His eyes growing wide in excitement as it finally moved across the map to California. 

“Well?” He said triumphantly as he smiled widely at Freya. She looked between him and the map still looking perplexed. “Well. It worked, why aren’t you happy? Is it because I figured it out?” He teased her lightly.

“No. It just doesn’t feel right.. It doesn’t feel like her… Not completely..” Freya said as she looked confused at the map.

“Fine then. We won’t tell the others and we will just go look and see if it is her.” Marcel suggested simply. She stared at him as if he was crazy. “I know a guy with a jet. We can be there in no time. I just have to do something, please?" He begged showing Freya just how concerned he was.

“Fine. But only because I want to be sure it’s not Rebekah and find out why my magic landed there. I have the address. We leave now.” Freya commanded as she stared determinedly at Marcel. 

“As you wish.” He said holding his hands up in surrender already backing up to the door.

~~~ZOOOOOOOMMMM~~~

“How was your flight?” Marcel asked as they exited the airport. Freya only glared at him. “Excuse me for trying to make conversation.”

Freya rolled her eyes and followed Marcel to a car. He unlocked the doors and they drove away from the airport. “The address is 28416 Memory Ln, Laguna Hills.” She said as she typed the address into her phone.

“Yeah.. Well.. We’re going to take a break.” Marcel said as he pulled up to a hotel. He knew Mikaelson’s didn’t exactly have patience in their dictionary. So before Freya could launch into a complaint, “You didn’t sleep the whole way here. The flight crew told me. And we don’t know what we are walking into. So we both need to be at our most alert and ready to fight if that’s necessary. To do that you need to sleep.” Freya could only glare at Marcel. Deep down she knew he was right but she still wanted to keep going. Sighing in defeat she nodded in agreement. “Good. Let’s get inside and get some food inside of you. Your stomach hasn’t stopped growling since Colorado.” She laughed at his lame joke and followed his example and got out of the car.

~~~~SLEEP SLEEEP SLEEEPPP~~~

~~Awake~~

“I can’t believe you only got one room.” Freya said as she walked around the car to the passenger side. Stopping before opening the door. She looked across to Marcel who was smiling at her.

“Well, It worked didn’t it. You couldn’t get past me to go and find out for yourself and possibly get yourself kidnapped as well.” He said smiling as he opened the door and climbed into the vehicle. Freya again rolled her eyes and a smile fought to her face but she wouldn’t let Marcel have that.

They drove up and down the street twice before parking in front of the large two story blue and white home. They gave each other a look of confusing seeing the balloons and big banner out front saying, “Welcome Potential Parents!”

“This can’t be right. But we should still have a look around.” Marcel said as he began to walk up to the house. As they walked up the steps to the front porch they saw an unattended table with name tags. They exchanged looks seeing all the names were Mrs. and Mr. “Come, on Honey! We have potential children to meet.” Marcel smirked at her. Causing Freya to pout.

“Of course, Sugar Plump. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.” Freya smiled at his face of annoyance and distain. She laughed as she grabbed a Mrs. Wheatherbee and followed the sighs on the porch to go around the house.

“Wheatherbee. Are you kidding me?” Marcel said in contempt as he followed her around the home and to the humongous backyard. The grass was green and there was an apple tree in the far left corner and a pool on the right side with a slide. A little closer to the house was a small modest playground.

And all over the place were running children. “Children. Children everywhere. Children as far as I can see.” Marcel said poetically. Freya looked at him for a long while before Marcel cleared his throat. “I don’t think Rebekah is here. Why do you think the spell led you here?” He asked as he looked around at the adults who were doted around watching the children.

“I don’t know but I intend to find out.” Freya said dryly and she continued onward. They watched the children with a careful eye all day as they laughed and played. They had ice cream and talked with them, but nothing stood out to Freya. “I have no idea why my spell brought us here. And I don’t sense Rebekah so she definitely isn’t here. Which means I failed. I should be able to find my own sister!” Freya groaned in frustration. Dragging her hands threw her hair in defeat.

“Whoa. Now, calm down. You may not have gotten anything, but I think I have.” Freya looked up at him in hope. “I smell Mikaelson blood. It’s different but still Mikaelson.” She instantly looked away in doubt. “No! Listen to me. It’s not you and not Rebekah and it’s too fresh to be anyone else. We have to keep looking. Come on she’s personally inviting all the parents into the house for reading time. We can search in there.” Marcel reasoned with Freya as he pulled her towards the back door people were going inside. She slowly nodded and let him pull her up the stairs.

“Oh! Hello, Mrs. And Mr. Wheatherbee! It’s such a pleasure to finally see you. ”Come on into my home! Reading time will start soon. Tray and _______ have quiet a surprise for us.” The boisterous elderly person smiled. Noticing their looks of confusion, she explained. “You haven’t meet the ‘Golden Twins’ yet. They prefer to stay away from potential adopters in fear of being separated.” 

Marcel exchanged a look with Freya who nodded before they entered the house together. Both exhaling a breathe neither knew they were holding. They walked to the den where the adults were sitting in chairs and the children sat in front of them on the floor. Marcel and Freya took the last seats in the back.

There was a small puppet stage in front of everyone. The curtains were drawn and everything faded to darkness except the little stage. A blonde puppet appeared and started to run back and forth before another puppet came and chastised her. She looked down in shame and the other puppet hugged her. All together the children told the story as the puppets acted out the scenes. “The two sisters were very close before the younger sister feel in love. The strong man of a viking village. She slowing drifted away from her sister. The older sister Dahlia was jealous but that soon turned to anger. The younger sister, Ester, tried to reason with her that they could have a family again. But Dahlia wanted it to just be them two. Ester disagreed because she loved the viking..” Freya turned and looked at Marcel. From the look of discomfort on his face he knew what story was being told. Freya raised her eyebrows in the silent way of asking how could they know this story? Marcel shrugged and shook his head not knowing.

They missed a lot of the story because when they looked back at the stage the children were no longer the ones telling the story. It was two other voices. “Then Dahlia killed the man and dragged Freya back home. She was too distraught to fight back after loosing her first love. In her pain she decided to try to join her greatest love. Mathias.” Freya had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out. “She soon passed out from lack of oxygen from crying so hard. While she slept. Dahlia knew what her niece would do, so she decided to do something without Freya’s knowledge. Dahlia cast a spell on Freya to take away all traces other love including the part that was growing inside her.”

Marcel looked at Freya but Freya was too engulfed in the story. He looked at her awhile longer before turning back to the puppets. “When Freya drank poison to try to get away from Dahlia. Dahlia just shook head and caught Freya as she fell. She would never tell Freya that the love her and Mathias made was still alive. That because of her interruption that the love split because of Dahlia’s dark magic. It also changed one twin to look like Dahlia. One day though, Freya will find them and take them home. Because darkness can’t snuff out all the light that true love makes. Then the twins will save a whole city from ruins." The story finished and lights came back on in the dark room. Freya and Marcel blinked to just their eyes to the light. And clapped with everyone else in the room waiting to be introduced to the ‘Golden Twins.

Marcel and Freya stood and he held her arm to make she she was alright. She could only nod. They both stared eagerly at the front where all their answers were. Then out stepped two young teens. No more than 15. Freya would have crumpled had it not been for Marcel who was holding her tightly. The young boy with gold curls and Mathias’s eyes. The similarities were overbearing. It was what Freya imagined Mathias looked like when he were young. Then the girl.. She had Freya’s eyes and lips.. But that hair... So dark and more curly. She saw the mixture of her and Mathias there. But so was Dahlia..

Marcel pulled her from the room and into a bathroom. She leaned on the counter top and tried to process what she was hearing. Marcel paced back and forth in the small room. His phone went off and he took it out to read the message. He looked up at Freya and sighed. “They found Rebekah. She was in the ocean. But to get her home she’ll be coming to a port near here. So we’ll pick her up." He said as he rubbed his face.

There was a knock at the door and they both jumped at the sudden sound. They exchanged looks but didn’t say anything. ‘’Who is it?” Freya lip talked to Marcel. He sighed and was about to answer when the door opened and in walked the twins. It was quiet crowed in the small bathroom.

“You’re our mother. I’m Tray and this is my little sister _______." The boy stated simply. Freya’s face contorted in shock.

“Please take us with you!” The young girl shouted as she tried to hug Freya. A loud crunching sound causing Freya to scream and look behind her. When she looked at the mirror it was cracked and when she turned to look at the twins the boy seemed to be wordlessly chastising the girl.

He sighed and reached over putting his hand on the mirror. Slowly a frost starting from where his hand touched the mirror covered the whole thing. When it melted the cracks were gone and the mirror was whole again.

Marcel looked at Freya and stared into her pleading eyes. She wanted this to be true so bad. He looked between all of them. Then back at Freya and nodded in confirmation... They were hers.

“Ok, well then… Fries? A cheeseburger?… A stomach pump?” He joked lamely. But it was still enough to make Hannah smile and laugh.

“Damn it Marcus.” She could feel herself relenting.

“Come on, come on. What do I have to do to make you forgive me.” He pleaded smiling.

“Nothing. Just sit down.” Hannah gave in. Marcus slid into the booth across from her.

“I’m sorry Hannah. I really am.” He apologized weakly.

“So why did you bring the entourage? You’re scared you’re not safe out here on your own with me?” She smirked at her jokingly.

“Actually, um those guys are my paid interns and I have them doing all my medial texts.” Marcus replied pretending to be serious.

“Oh really? Do you give them college credit?”

“Well…. That’s what I tell them anyway.” Hannah couldn’t help but smile at the banter they passed.

“Hey can I have a sip of your milkshake?” He asked as they laughed.

“Knock yourself out!”  Hannah offered as she pushed the milkshake toward him. A just of surprise crossed her face as Marcus touched her hand causing her cheeks to tint pink. She shyly pulled her hand away and nervously tucked hair behind her ear.

The night seemed to be going better

“It’s good..” Marcus mumbled looking at Hannah.

“It was good an hour ago.” Hannah chastised playfully.

“It’s still good..” He repeated looking at Hannah lustfully. He slowly got up and moved to sit next to Hannah. His arm around his shoulders.

“You know we don’t have to stay here if you don’t want. Parents are out of town.” He explained his true intentions as he put his hand on her knee.

“What are you doing?” Hannah questioned as she leaned away from him. The smile beginning to leave her face.

“What nothing?” Marcus acted oblivious. Hannah looked nervously back at the boys Marcus came in with. “Just…” Marcus also glanced back at his friends to show he was getting what he wanted…

Catching on quickly Hannah sneered at him, “Seriously Marcus?? You’re such an asshole.” She tried to pull away and push him off.

He tried to pacify her but she just got more restless. But being relentless, Marcus tried to keep ahold of her. “No.” Hannah rejected quickly. Hannah pushed Marcus away fearfully shouting, “Don’t touch me! Get off!!” She was able to throw him from the booth and onto the floor.

Being humiliated Marcus stood up and cornered Hannah in the booth screaming, “What the fuck!”

Hannah simply relied, “Get away from me.” As she tried to catch her breath.

“No sweat. Thought you were easy.” He taunted before he turned to his friends. “Let’s go.” He commanded before turning and walking away. The boys all stood and followed him out.

Hannah was stuck in place. Thinking that somehow this was her fault. Not knowing what to do she looked down and saw a message from _________ .

{You good?}- _________

{no}- Hannah

{Stay there. I’m coming to get you.}- ________

When you walked into the restaurant Hannah was still sitting in the booth looking petrified. You jogged over and sat next to her. She leaned on you slowly as she cried. You cooed her and slowly helped her out of the booth taking her to your car.

You helped Hannah from the car and to your room sitting her on in your book nook so she could feel more in control of her surroundings.

Then you jogged and grabbed a spare fluffy blanket and wrapped her up in it. Sitting faithfully at her feet. “Am I going to be  alone for the rest of my life?” She whispered in despair.

“No Hannah of course not!” You comforted.

“Why does this keep happening? Why do guys treat me like this??”She cried.

“Hannah! They are jerks and they never get any consequences for their actions! They think they are better than everyone. You’re just another mark in their horrible game. Marcus lost a diamond playing with glitter.” You held her hand comfortingly.

“I love you..” She whispered weakly. “I have for so long but you are with Sam all the time!”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready. I don’t have a thing for them. We are just leaders of the radio club. So we have to plan meetings, activities, and outings.” You explained to her as you got up and sat on the edge on the book nook.

“Please don’t leave me.” Hannah pleaded leaning her head on your stomach and putting her arms around you.

“Never. I don’t want to be any further apart than we are right now.” You whispered as you brushed your fingers over her hair. You reached over and turned on some sounds of rain to help Hannah rest.

You stayed like that all night. Well not all night. You were planing revenge..

In the morning, Hannah woke up alone. She looked around your room self consciously and then you and your parent walked in with breakfast. It was a weekend so you and Hannah stayed inside all day. She watched as you went about your usual hobbies. Laughing when you dropped things because you knew she was watching.

“You’re so good at that. And have you read/ watched all these? She asked as she looked around your book nook impressed.

“Yeah. I’m obsessed with reading. It’s like visiting those places without actually spending the money. Plus you can experience different times and look through someone else’s eyes to get new perspective. I think it’s beautiful.” You explained as you stared adoringly at the books/DVDs.

“I’ve seen you look at me like that before…” Hannah observed as she stared at you.

That made you flustered as you realized she’s caught you staring before. “W-eee-ll you are quiet striking. So beautiful, brave and intelligent.”

Now she was the one to blush. “Only you think that. But I’m glad you think so because I’m always so scared but at the same time when you’re around I’m not to scared.”

“You don’t have to be scared when I’m around and deep down you know it. I’ll always look out for you. And I know you will do the same…" You smiled at each other.

~~Monday~~

When you walked up to school with Hannah everyone was talking more excitedly as usual. You did your best to hide the look of triumph as you walked in.

Hannah gasped as she looked around at all the lockers… All the lockers were covered in pictures of Marcus but all drawn on to make him look like villains. Joker, Freddy Krueger, Magneto, amongst others. Hannah couldn’t help but laugh as she walked along the halls. Teachers were trying unsuccessfully to remove the pictures from the walls.

As the entered the hall with Marcus’s locker. Even from where they stood they could see just how bad his locker was. Hannah covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Marcus was fuming. The best part was when Mr. Porter and Principal Bolan walked up and asked Marcus to speak to them privately.

Hannah turned to you with raised eyebrows with a knowing question.

Not being able to keep it from her because of the smile on her face and the lights in her eyes. You playfully shrugged. Her jaw dropped and she hugged you tightly.

“Thank you for being here for me.” Hannah whispered.

You scuffed softly, “It was nothing that I haven’t read a hundred times before. So, ah, what’s up?” You said as you awkwardly tried to lean on your locker. You took the moment to look over what she was wearing. She was so fashionable and funky and so so... beautiful. So herself.

She shrugged and looked over her shoulder to where her friend was standing. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breathe. “Not much just school... I was actually wondering if you’d like to watch a movie with me at my place...” She was biting her bottom lip.

It was the second most distracting thing you could think of. First being Hannah’s face when she was concentrating on something. That face .. You could only guess that’s what it looked like when galaxies formed. Slowly circling, clashing lights as meteorites clashed and planets formed.

“y-yy-y-a-a--a, I-i-i’d li--k-e that.” You stuttered out blushing. The look on her face changed to one of relief. A smile spreading across her lips. You nervously played with your hair. “Umm text me your address and the time and we’ll hang out.” you smiled more confidently.

“Of course. I’ll see you later _______. I’ve gotta get to class. Can’t be late again.” With that you watched as she walked off. Nearing the end of the hall Hannah turnd and your eyes locked. You waved in farewell and Hannah smiled before slowly waving back and heading on her way...

As she disappeared around the corner, you threw your hands in the arm and jumped around as the joy served through you. Stopping quickly to not completely embarrass yourself, you took a deep breathe and walked to your own class.

During the middle of your lesson you felt your cell phone go off in your pocket. Stealthily you retrieved it from your pocket and placed it in the middle of your book so the teacher would think you were studying.

*’Hey _______! It’s Hannah! :) my address in 13 Percoat Dr, and come by at 6.’

-’Sure, Sounds great! See you later alligator  :) -

*’After awhile crocodile. :) ‘

You sighed contently as you put your phone away and leaned dreamily into your chair. A stupid dopy smile on your face for the rest of the period. The rest of the day was a quiet haze as you contemplated what to wear and what to do with your hair. Before you knew it your hair was done in your favorite style and you were just deciding between two t-shirts. Looking at the clock made you make up your mind.

You raced down the stairs jumping the last three and walked out the door. You hopped on your bike and put on a helmet and took off. When you were around the corner you stopped to check your hair. *No one likes helmet hair... Except maybe Clay* You thought before shrugging and walking into the front yard. You leaned your bike against the stairs.

You froze with your hand in the air. Taking a deep breathe. You knocked on th door. Then held your breathe as you waited for Hannah to answer.

A big gulp of air leaving your lungs when the door swung open to reveal Hannah. “Hey you made it just in time to help me carry the snacks to my room! Come on let’s go!” She said smiling brightly as she left the door open for you to follow her inside.

“Oh my gosh! You built a blanket fort!” You slightly shouted as you walked into her room. You glanced around and Hannah smiled shyly as you took everything in.

“You don’t think it’s too much do you, _________?” she asked tentatively. As she put the snacks on her desk. You followed her example and placed the drinks on the table. You took one more glance around before smirking at her.

“No, it’s perfect. And I think you are beautiful.” She giggled more relaxed. She seemed to be fighting to find the right words to start watching the movies. “Wanna start with something easy and work our way up in scariness?” You asked as you tried to make a more easy going atmosphere.

“Ya that’s a great idea, ________.” She said as she walked over to the tv and put on ‘Click’.

~~~3 movies later~~~

“Potty break!” You shouted as the credits started to roll. Jumping from your place on the bed to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business and washing your hands you went back into Hannah’s room. She was changing the movie so, you laid down to stretch your back in preparation for the next movie.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your forehead creased in confusion as you looked over at Hannah. “Say what now?” You asked as you sat up so you could fully look at her. “Is this a joke?”

“NO! No! Not at all.. It’s just I thought that because you were staring at me all the time when I’m not looking and I stare at you all the time when you’re not looking that... maybe we should? We’re both interested in each other? Unless I took advice from the most clueless guys on the planet..Just forget it Clay, Jeff, and Tony just got it in my head that you like me? Crazy right” She asked as she looked away.

Stunned for a moment you didn’t say anything as you processed this information. “Hannah. I do like you. And instead of rambling next time just kiss me ok?” You queried as you stood up and walked over to her. Before she could reply your lips pressed to hers in a sweet kiss that took her breathe away and her thoughts escaped her. You put your hand in her hair and held her closer as you kissed more passionately, her arms wrapping around your waist.

She pulled back for some air. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Then she kissed you heavily for another moment.