Hey guys! I'm baaack! (Well... havent really been gone but hey! Back with this story anyhoo!)
I did say I would get this out by the end of the week- and since there is only ten minutes left of this week- it really is the end of the week!
This is set as a sequel to my fic Tales of Lives past- and is not likely to make as much sense if you haven't read it!
A quick low down!
The character Elizabeth, she knew Helena from warehouse 12 they were close (Mother daughter relationship)
Elizabeth was an agent at warehouse 8- she is the host of the fountain of youth and is immortal.
Elizabeth has just woken from a five year coma, which was enduced by destroying a man by the name of Gunter, who was trying to use her powers for his own gain, and by bringing Myka back from the dead- she kinda burnt out a little!
On with it then! As always your input is vital, if there is anything wrong tell me! If its going good... tell me! I love your reviews! Happy reading my dears!
Elizabeth opened her eyes, the sun leaked like pin points of brilliance through the branches above her. Lying on soft grass, with one of the tree's roots as a pillow, Elizabeth dozed contentedly. Small fists bunched in her shirt, as the young Elizabeth slept soundly on her namesake's stomach. Tucking one arm behind her back, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the girl's soft ebony hair.
She sighed, it had been two days since she had woken from her five year coma. Despite that time, she had spent the majority of her first day sleeping- for a woman who had spent nearly five hundred years awake- it had been somewhat of an unusual experience. She had booked a flight to England, in five years away from her home was sure to have left it in a sorry state. She looked down as Elizabeth stirred, the little girl gave a wide yawn, before smiling at her cushion.
"You're mummys will be looking for you."
With another yawn, the girl curled tighter against her, "They can look a little while longer."
Chuckling, she threaded her fingers in the girl's curls, "They'll be worried."
Propping herself up on her elbows, the youngster asked, "Do you really have to go tomorrow?"
Elizabeth nodded, "I'm afraid so. But it won't be for long. I just need to sort a few things at home before I come back to the Warehouse."
"I don't want you to go."
She smiled warmly, "I don't want to go either if I'm honest. But I have to."
Reaching up, the girl began to play with one of Elizabeth's soft curls, "Can I come?"
"Next time perhaps. I have a feeling there is going to be an almighty mess for me to clear up in England."
Myka's voice called from the porch, "Elizabeth, you need to wash up for dinner."
Smirking, the older woman called back in an American accent, "Coming mom!"
The Curly haired agent looked over and laughed, "Honestly, you'd think she was glued to you!"
The little girl wrapped her arms tightly around Elizabeth and grinned, "I am!" Her expression saddened, "So that means Elizabeth can't go tomorrow."
Myka's smile fell, "Aw, baby, Elizabeth has to go home for a little while."
Sitting up, she wrapped an arm around the girl, "I'll be back before you know it. Then you'll be sick of the sight of me!" Flipping the child onto her back, she began tickling her stomach.
Squealing, the little Elizabeth cried, "No! NO! No tickle monster!"
Myka opened her arms, "Here baby, I'll save you!"
Letting the girl wriggle free, she was off like a bullet, and leapt into her mother's arms.
Stretching as she stood, Elizabeth smiled after them, chuckling quietly.
"You know you're really a soft touch at heart."
Elizabeth's eyebrow curved, "I managed to put up with you didn't I?"
Helena laughed, as she and Trailer came out from the woods, "Mr here decided it would be fun to roll in something dead."
Elizabeth blanched at the dog- who looked very proud at the fact he was covered in a whole lot of God knows what!
"Oh dear Trailer. Hose methinks!"
The dog seemed to twig onto what the two women were planning and darted as they both lunged for him. Colliding mid air and landing in a crumpled heap, Elizabeth and Helena gave twin growls of irritation. The inventor hissed, "Bloody animal!"
Bursting into laughter, Elizabeth began to detangle herself from Helena, "Ah, let him have his fun!" Her tone darkened, "Because when I get hold of him- he's going to wish he hadn't went for a walk!"
Momentarily concerned for the canine's safety, Helena checked Elizabeth's expression; and released a sigh of relief when she saw the smirk there.
Half and hour, two drenched agents, and a now grumpy Trailer; trudged into the hallway of the B&B.
Little Elizabeth stomped into the hallway and scolded them, "You're late for dinner."
Wiping a stray droplet of water running down her forehead, Helena spoke softly, "Sorry, darling, Trailer gave us a bit of a run for our money."
Leena poked her head around the door, "Where on earth have you two..." Her expression tightened and she clamped a hand over her mouth, before chuckling, "Never mind! That's worth you guys being late! Let me get my camera!" Helena only got the beginning of a whine out before the inn keeper raised an eyebrow, "I'm sure Trailer would enjoy your dinner."
"Fine."
Yawning, Elizabeth stretched, "It is a curious sensation to feel fatigue, I am afraid I am going to have to forgo dinner Leena, dear, I'm terribly sorry."
Lifting the camera, the innkeeper smiled gently, "That's fine Elizabeth, you've just woken from a five year coma; your allowed a little rest! Now smile, you two!"
Feeling more like herself, Elizabeth padded into the kitchen of the B&B, and smiled at Leena, "Hey, good lookin' whatcha got cookin?"
Laughing, the inn keeper turned from the stove, "Breakfast, plus, I'm making a stew for tonight."
Leaning back, Elizabeth spread her palms out on the surface behind her, "It smells fantastic, I shall be sorry to miss it. What are you putting in it?"
Pausing, Leena leant against the bench, "Its beef, plus carrots and peas and other... ELIZABETH!"
The inn keeper launched forward and pulled the older woman towards her. "What?!"
"The hot plate!"
Elizabeth frowned, "The what?"
Pulling the agent's hands into hers she examined the char-grilled flesh of her palms, "You leant on the grill plate!"
Leena saw a flash of concern move across Elizabeth's aura, before she swiftly hid it. "Oh." Looking down at the grievous burns, she frowned.
"I'll get some ice."
Elizabeth flexed her hand, and the wound was healed, "It's fine Leena, really."
Still panicked, the younger woman scanned Elizabeth's hands, "Shouldn't you have felt that?"
Leena noticed Elizabeth seriously depressing her aura, as she said numbly, "I'm fine. Actually, its early- I still have a few hours; I may try to sleep a little longer."
Still unsure, Leena poured her a cup of tea, "If you're sure..."
The older woman's disarming smile worked its charm as she said smoothly, "Trust me darling, I've had much worse than a little burn; I am hunky dory!"
Handing the cup to her, the inn keeper nodded, "Okay then."
Taking a sip, Elizabeth nodded in appreciation, "Fantastic. Well, I'm going to go back to bed. See you later, darling."
Once in her room, Elizabeth dropped the act. Shoving her tea cup hap hazardly on the bedside table she pulled her hunting knife from her drawer. Running her finger over the intimately familiar blade, she flipped it to the saw side; before dragging it across her arm.
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