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A pulse and it seared into her.

There were two other people here beside her.

A beat and her chest thrummed.

Two other people and she had the sneaking suspicion that one of them wasn't exactly that.

A rumbling and she was made aware that she was not alone in her body.

Black eyes. Yellow now. Who were they?

And it was a tremor now. Insistent and sharp and suddenly she was m-o-v-i-n-g -

"And Kur shall come forth, split in two and They will bring forth a reckoning."


She woke up like this - trapped in an infant body.

One moment she had been falling asleep in her bed - it had been a long day, with all the studying - and the next found her staring up at a blur looming lazily above her like a demented mobile.

Needless to say, she had lost her shit.

It hadn't been pretty.

Not for the suddenly bewildered woman crying out in a foreign language nor the harried man who rushed into the room upon hearing the shrill screams of their newborn daughter or for the displaced soul who had finally self-aware.

It only got worse once she was actually in the stranger's arms. Their touch sent fearful chills spiralling across her skin and she rioted.

Unsurprisingly - no one slept that night.

Or the next one.

Or the many, many ones after that.

And all the while Sabbath - because that's who she had been before and that's who she would continue to be - sat terrified and confused. Her tormented mind whirring, trying to figure out how she ended up here.

Trying to figure out if she was losing her goddamn mind.

Because she had to be! Nothing else made sense!

People didn't just lay down in Colorado and wake up as some baby living out in the old country!

And it wasn't the fact that she had somehow ended up as an infant - and she knew that was exactly what she was - because her parents had been flower children and the lessons stuck, but because she couldn't remember what killed her.

Or dying in the first goddamn place.

And so she had thought "could this be a dream?" because Sabbath was definitely creative enough to think this up but - it was too real. It was too much and far too detailed.

And so she had thought "maybe I'm in a coma" but surely she'd remember the accident that caused it?

But no. No! She had been studying. For finals! There hadn't been an accident or murder or anything of the like! Sabbath had gone to bed and woken up...here.

A sob caught in her throat as they were often to do during the past month or so and the arms holding her close twitched and brought her nearer.

Watery eyes lifted up towards the now identifiably female figure - who must surely be this body's mom - and felt a guilt so strong it choked her.

She couldn't see much by paleness and blue looking down at her with what she could only guess was harried and terrified concern and she knew it couldn't have been easy to watch one's child suffer without having a way to fix it. That it must be hard to always keep a watch because they couldn't be sure if she was sick enough to stop breathing when they looked away - sometimes, they spoke about their worries in English - but there was nothing she could do.

She slept nearly all the time and couldn't bring herself to eat which ended up with needles and intravenous feedings and incubators and so many people in white coats that she could breathe-

She whimpered and a honeyed voice shushed her as gentle as can be and she was in agony.

She couldn't do this to them. Not to two parents who were actually devoted to their children - to her and the boy whose parents she kept stealing away with her fragile body and mental health.

Sabbath let out a sigh and let her lashes fall shut with a languid glide.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow and she would be better for them.


She didn't like the medicine they gave her but if it kept her from dying from nutrient deficiency - god, she just wished she could stomach the milk this body's mother gave her but she couldn't and fuck - then it was fine by her.

She hated how weak she was.


There was a man's voice, so very close to her ear. Heartbroken, burdened - in English and it made it so much worse than with the Mother.

The Father was suffering and even though he didn't mean to, he was letting her know it was her fault. He sobbed and mourned, blurry brown face likely clad in misery and frustration but all that she could take if it wasn't for the ranting.

Dear God the ranting.

About treatments and how she failed them, about diagnoses after diagnoses and the many dead ends that curtailed them, about her twin named Zak who couldn't wait to meet her - and Christ!

She can't handle it.

Honestly, truly. She couldn't.

All of this endless love and devotion and caring when she wasn't even actually theirs? When she had ruined the life of some newborn who never got a chance to live?

She wouldn't.

After all, their child would have probably been healthy if it wasn't for her.


Sabbath tried her hardest to come to terms with her death and what she had been snatched from so abruptly but it was hard.

Harder than anything and there were days where she couldn't stomach the touch of anyone, let alone the parents she wanted so badly to embrace if only to make up for the pain she caused with her interference and it stung.

She tried to assimilate, to relax but there were times where she couldn't help but feel too big for her body. Like she was trapped and suffocating and the ensuing relapse in health caused by her mental breakdowns ensured that she noted only ruined her day, but the days of everyone who wanted her to live.

Especially the parents.


She put on a few pounds and ended up losing more the upcoming winter.

No one was pleased.


The man and woman - the Father and the Mother - were always near these days. Her last relapse left her with a tube in her mouth of weeks and she knew it put them on edge.

But she had gained weight at least and everyone now knew she could do it.

That was good right?


New doctors and visitors fly in, some remark on how idle her - no not hers - the parents have been but to the majority, there was a twinge of sympathy to their words. An understanding, since anyone would take time off to see to their children well and if there was someone who might not, then who?

The white and green blurs that came and went were the answer to that.

And of course, they never said anything too untoward to or in front of the parents but all tact was thrown out of the window when they managed to be left alone with her.

"It's a shame." One would say in their dull, monotone voices. "Such a shame that a research like theirs has to be put on hold."

And another would chime in with a matter of fact, "There is always an attachment to something whelped and these attachments must be respected despite their... inconvenience."

And then there would be a silence in which Sabbath could feel nothing but disregarded and it pissed her off because she knew okay?

She knew she was a burden. That they would be better off without her, that she was taking up all their time and resources - she got that.

It just - it pissed her off.

She needed people to stop telling her shit she already knew.


There were times when she wouldn't see the woman for periods of time and the man would double up his babysitting duties.

She had always wondered where she went but Sabbath couldn't ask and no one was offering answers.


She didn't know their names and it was almost frustrating.

The Mother was simply Love or Sweetie and the Father went by the nickname 'Doc'.

She didn't even know her own new name having only been addressed as Honey or Baby and the time period where she would have felt comfortable giving up the name Sabbath had long since passed.

Just who were they?


She made sure to take time to process everything that happened once she was alone. She took all the bits of information she managed to snag apart and methodically forced herself to compartmentalize until she could stomach both her past life and her new life in the same thought.

Sabbath had to, else she would have gone crazy along time ago.


A month went by and Sabbath's eyes can now manage to stay open for a few minutes before the weakness left her drained and she suffered for the ability to turn her head and kick her limbs with little to no strength.

She still can't see much and it wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but the progress made the two adults responsible for her new body happy and that was all that mattered.


Her road to recovery started with a dream.

A dream with eyes turning blue and yellow and back again. Of streams of water melding back into an ocean, of images and signs and she knew something had changed.

- she also dreamt of worlds ending and fire razing earth and an ancient power so perfect and terrible that everyone kneeled at their feet -

But she won't remember that when she awoke.


Her progress had flatlined and the stagnancy had the parents at odds for weeks until, suddenly everything just started - getting better.

Weight clamored onto her body with leaps and bounds and pretty soon they were testing her with liquids and bam! She was eating with her mouth instead of a G-Tube.

Everyone was pleased and everything was going fine - which was why it made sense that shit promptly fell to pieces a few weeks after.


She was awake.

A moment.

A silence - she gave a blink.

And then everything was moving and the world burst into action.

Mind struggling to attention after such a jarring shift in atmosphere, the light streaming through her eyelids burned her.

Oddly enough it felt good to bear witness to a different kind of pain.

There was shouting now and noises that banged and roared and then the door was slamming open.

Mouth opening wide enough to let out a discontented mewl as who or whatever was carrying her jerked and swayed harshly, Sabbath knew something big had happened.

"Take her!" Someone shouted and she was pushed into a shivering pair of arms. "Take her and run to the safe point. Laja will meet you there with Zak while Doc and I defend until the reinforcements arrive. Hurry!"

And then she was moving. The person who had her swaddled was rushing through scene after scene until she wasn't. Letting out a wail as they both tumbled to the ground, she heard the girl give a grunt of pain when she heard it.

The deep growling tone of a hungry beast that left a trail of ice dripping down her spine and Sabbath whimpered.

"Crocotta." The girl breathed a second before she took off, arms a brand around her delicate body and she wheezed but the hold didn't let up.

The growling was closer now, and numerous and with a sick stomach dropping feeling, Sabbath realized she had survived sickness only to be savaged.

What a cruel world.

They jerked to a stop and as Sabbath peered up into dark and terrified eyes, she saw plainly just how young this girl actually seemed to be. Far too young to deal with this. She shifted and out of the corner of one weak eye she saw six huge fuzzy shapes crawl out from under the blurs she recognized as bushes.

And it was then three realizations happened.

The wolves knew they had them cornered, the girl knew they were gonna die, and Sabbath that the figure holding her was about to do something drastic.

Nevertheless, it still surprised her when the girl - whose name she didn't even know but was going to die with - stepped off the edge and plummeted into cold water, rushing water down below.

A hand was pressed over her mouth and nose once they were underwater and despite how she tried not to panic - not to freak out - her instincts couldn't be denied.

She struggled fiercely as the current dragged them along, as they were tossed side to side and Sabbath couldn't -

- handle

- it -

The world faded to black and someone screamed.


I love The Secret Saturdays so much esp since Zak is a biracial main character. I love it. All the characters rock.

So this is a lil smth that I wanted to do. Also about my other stories, since someone will ask, I have a bad perception of time so it doesn't feel that long since my last update. Sorry about that lol. But I'm working on it.

So this story is about Sabbath who was reborn as Zak's twin but was separated at birth because of an attack. Remember that Sabbath's PoV is severely limited in this chapter bc she's a sick child with adult-sized mental health issues.

But yes. I hope I'm stirring up some childhood memories with this fic and that people like it lol.

Enjoy and review!