A/N: Thank you so much for joining me in this new story, same universe as the 30 day challenge. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think, feel free to make suggestions, comment, review, throw some ideas at me and I might be able to stick them in.

This new story will definitely have a lot more of the other charachters in it, but it's still Bering and Wells all the way. I will forever be obsessed and in love with this pairing. :) Enjoy!

Myka stirred in bed when she heard some noises coming from the kitchen, the sun barely rising into the sky; it was unbearably early for anyone to be up. The noises started up again, the clanging of pots and pans causing her to slowly open her eyes and brush her mess of curls out of her face.

"Helena, do you hear that?" She asked, slowly turning her head to see her wife fighting to stay asleep, mumbling into the pillow. "What?"

"It's probably nothing." Helena said a little louder, moving closer to Myka, wrapping her arm around the taller woman's naked torso, and curling around her body. "Back to sleep."

A loud crash followed by a sharp cry, startled the two women a part. Before Myka could react, Helena was up and out the door, wearing only the sheet she managed to rip out from under Myka's still seated body.

"Helena your robe!" Myka tried, but her wife was gone. She quickly got out of bed, throwing on her own robe and pulling her hair into a pony tail as she ran out of the room.

Myka panicked when she saw some blood on the floor and Helena crouched over their daughter. "Sarah! Are you okay?" She took in the scene and figured out what happened before Sarah even said anything.

"She's fine darling, just a little cut." Helena held up the young girls foot, moving the towel she was using to stop the bleeding; revealing the shallow gash left by the broken glass scattered across the kitchen floor. She looked relatively calm, but Myka could still see the flush in her cheeks, the worry in her wife's eyes.

"I wanted to make a family breakfast because today is my first day of high school and I wanted to do something special." Sarah said, looking at her mother's faces, both of them extremely protective and scared. "I'm fine, really."

"Helena?" Myka leaned down next to her wife, taking Sarah's foot from her.

"Yes my love?" Myka rolled her eyes, looking Helena up and down.

"You're wearing a sheet. Go change." An awkward silence fell over the three of them before Helena said anything.

"Right." Helena stood slowly, gripping the sheet to her chest and ran to the bedroom, tip toeing around the broken shards of glass.

"Guess we know what you guys did last night." Sarah cringed at the thought of her mother's having a sex life, but couldn't help but be happy that they were still so in love. She knew that many of her friends didn't have what she had, and she was grateful; disturbed, but grateful.

"Just because your mum had that talk with you when you were younger, does not mean you get to whip it out and use it against us whenever you want." Myka said, the corners of her mouth pulling up involuntarily, forming a slight grin as she shook her head. "Now, let's get this cleaned and wrapped up."

"Great... Now I have to catch the bus and get to school with a bandaged foot. I'm gonna make so many friends." Sarah said, slumping back against the corner as Myka started cleaning out the cut.

"I'm sorry, but we are driving you." Helena said matter of factly, walking into the kitchen with a t shirt and pants on, and her hair tied up in a pony tail. "You will not be catching the bus with an injury like that."

"Helena, it's really fine. I'll put a wrap on it and she'll be okay." Myka stopped talking when she saw the look in her wife's eyes. "Or not."

"Really mom? One look and you're running the opposite direction?" Sarah whispered into Myka's ear before turning to look at Helena who was standing there with the car keys in her hands. "Mum, I am fine... and this is not okay."

"What's not okay?" Helena asked confused.

"You guys are like, super suffocating mom and dad... mom and mom... parents. I mean, I'm 14 and starting high school. You can't keep me locked up forever, or under your watch for the rest of my life. What's the deal!? How am I supposed to be a normal teenager when this is how you react to a little cut!?" Sarah stood up, wincing at the pain that shot through the bottom of her foot.

"Sarah..." Myka warned, but her daughter ignored her.

"I mean, I'm not Christina! Just because you couldn't stop something bad from happening to her, doesn't mean something bad is gonna happen to me!" She stopped rambling when Helena dropped the keys, stumbling backwards. "Mum... I didn't mean..." But Helena was already out the door. "I can't believe I just did that. Mom?" She turned to Myka who stood there frozen; like a statue, trying to figure out how hard this was going to be to fix. "Mom!?"

"Sarah, go get ready for school, be in the car in 10." Myka said, not meaning to sound as cold as she did. Sarah dropped her head, limping to her room to change.

...

Later that afternoon, Sarah came home to find her mum sitting on the couch with a book propped open on her lap. She slowly made her way over to the woman she had hurt earlier that morning and stood in front of her.

"Mum?" She waited till her mother finished the paragraph she was on to look up at her. "Can I please sit?"

Helena nodded, pulling her legs under her to make room for her daughter.

"I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it like that."

"I know darling. I'm sorry I stormed out. I just... am I too protective?" Helena asked, truly not understanding why her daughter freaked out about being driven to school.

"No... well I mean more than most parents, but never too protective. I'm lucky mum, really I am. I just... I want to start fresh, a new school where most of the kids don't know who I am. I won't be the weird girl who knows way too much about 19th century literature, and science and history. I just wanted to be normal."

"And I'm not normal? Your mom isn't normal?" The Victorian woman truly did want to understand.

"Remember when I was 6, when I first got to see the warehouse? You guys told me that we weren't normal, that I was special." She paused, scooting closer to her mum and snuggling up with her. "Mum, I love my life, and I love you and mom; but I see other kids and they don't have to think about the same things I do. I know how lucky I am to know that magic really exists and miracles happen all the time, but normal... it just seems easier."

Helena sat there, taking in all that her child was saying. She couldn't deny that she too wished for normality sometimes, to not have to worry about danger lurking around every corner. She understood that Sarah didn't like being treated different just because their lifestyle was different than most. Her daughter wanted to be normal and she would make sure that Sarah got a taste of what normal is like in comparison to the life she had been living.

"Very well love. I will try to be a little more normal, as long as you promise to be a little less like the stereotypical 14 year old brat... I read about them." Helena said in a soft tone, not so serious; but her voice was still laced with a small amount of pain and worry.

"Deal. And mum?"

"Yes darling?" Helena pulled Sarah in closer and tucked her daughters head under her chin.

"I'm sorry about saying what I did about Christie." Tears started dripping from Sarah's dark brown eyes. "I know that you just want to keep me safe and I'm grateful for that. I didn't mean to use her name to hurt you." Her shoulders began to shake with remorse and guilt.

"Shhh, I know my love." Helena rocked slowly with her daughter in her arms.

Helena realized then, that their little girl was growing up; and she wanted to help her spread her wings, become her own person, even if that meant her baby would fall a few times and get hurt. She sat there until the young girl fell asleep, calling Myka to help get her to her bed.

"She'll always be our baby Helena." Myka said, turning out the light to Sarah's room and kissing Helena's cheek, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Yes she will." Helena smiled, but her face was quickly turned sour as she looked at Myka. "Normal?"

"We'll talk about it later." Myka laughed, pulling the smaller woman down the hall and to their bedroom for some much needed rest and lots of cuddle time.

Thought I'd end with cuddles because that's always fun. :)

Thank you so much for reading. If you got to this point... yay! I think it'll pick up as I keep writing, as I do need to develop the new relationships and story lines. I think I'm going to add a lot more artifact interference and stuff. Put this family in situations that most families deal with, but have them deal differently.

In my head, Helena's still learning. She has never raised a teenager before, and unlike Myka, she never met a teenager in this century, so this is still a little new. Don't worry, she won't be clueless for long.

Hope you guys come back for more. Love you all. XO