Reborn
This is a remake of a fic I wanted to change. Again not Caskett for obvious reasons.
Thanks for reading
Apple
Pain was the only thing she felt as she laid on the cold concrete floor of the alley, blood pooled around her and eyes tried every so hard to close. Though even with pale skin and a frail body this woman would not die and instead she simply lay, hoping something would happen, hoping something would change. Though to most it would not, on a cold winter night like this it was unlikely someone would find her. It was doubtful someone had heard the attack and it was almost impossible for her to live much longer. Johanna Beckett it seemed was destined only to die.
"Up you get kid," a voice thundered in the darkened alley and yet no one would ever hear it for the streets were silent. The bitter cold driving away the few who would even dare cross these crime infested streets. However the voice she heard held no sympathy, empathy or even worry.
"Lawyer girl up," the voice was accompanied by a stick thin but firm hand which curled around a blood soaked shoulder. A slight groan was this woman's response and Johanna Beckett felt herself be slowly pulled from the floor, pangs of pain shooting through her all the way and causing her to silently scream. The effort of this made her feel weak, though weak was all she had now.
"What are you doing? Who are you?" she gasped making the effort to talk and she was hauled to her feet. She turned her head to see this person, this stranger who even after seeing the blood and injury had lifted her up like she had just fallen over. However she was unprepared for what she saw, deep wise eyes that bore into her soul, the same deep wise eyes she looked at others with.
"No!" Johanna stated simply, it was impossible this could not be happening. Though the other woman nodded three times, her face; creased with wrinkles curved into a smile as Johanna realised exactly what was happening.
"Oh yes," the voice replied with a dramatic shake of the head. Johanna Beckett saw with slightly blurred vision her saviour. A woman who could only be classed as paper thin, with wrinkled white skin; which had seen better days and a mop of red hair which; something which had been preserved.
"How did you? It was?" Johanna muttered trying to stay in control, trying not to do the one thing she was destined to do.
"Long story, just after this go to forty ninth and... well you'll see," the other woman explained but at the same time not explaining anything. Johanna's back felt brick wall through the slices in her dress, a comforting feeling. However that was not a good sign in her experience.
"Kate," Johanna hissed remembering just why she wasn't going to let go. Her daughter needed her regardless, sure she was grown up now but a child always needs a mom. She couldn't leave, and Jim how would he cope? He wouldn't, she couldn't go. She didn't want to.
"She turns out just fine, brilliant in fact. I couldn't be prouder, though you can't see her again as a mother, it would destroy her and us," the other woman sighed deeply with tones of regret and longing etched into her voice.
"You've seen it?" Johanna asked looking up with desperation.
"I watched it; always from a distance and knowing I could never cross that line. You are her mother not me, we be the same person but our personalities are way off." Was the reply and Johanna smiled. It couldn't me more true, she was the academic type while this other woman seemed to be more flighty and impatient.
"When do I need to come back?" Johanna asked but she received no answer. Instead her teeth locked together and began to grind as another wave of pain took over. Though as it subsided she felt something else; a faint warmth slowly invading through the stab wounds designed to silence her. It was starting.
"You've done this, any advice?" Johanna asked to the other woman who frowned for a few moments. It took a long while of consideration for her to formulate an answer. She had to be careful after all; her own existence depended on it.
"Well drop the lawyer gig, it's boring. Secondly drop Pulgatt it's not job for us. Thirdly right wire over left, you'll get that in a bit. The rest comes to you through me," was her eventual response to which Johanna nodded. There was little else to say, if indeed anything. Instead Johanna focused on the ebbing which was growing stronger with each passing second. It was almost time for it to take over and she looked at the alley with her own eyes for the last time.
A horrible concrete thing it was, small and narrow; sandwiched between two buildings with its only function being protection from the sudden icy winds which sent chills right to the bone. Even the blood on the floor failed to make this place any more deathly; it looked natural almost.
"God I died here, what a terrible waste." The other woman muttered thinking the exact same thing, though Johanna tuned out after that. The warmth within had transformed into an inferno, spreading to every inch of her body. However it was not restricted to within, her hands were now faintly leaking a golden light which trickled into the air. The pain was gone now and yet she almost wished for it back, for her this was a fate almost worse the death. So as her eyes began to fill with light emitting from her neck she turned to her future with sad eyes.
"Its Martha by the way," the other woman announced simply with a soft nod and in that same moment Johanna's vision was blocked and her head tipped back. She took three deep breaths and felt the inferno within prepare for its eruption.
"Goodbye Kate," with those words she blacked out and the golden blaze exploded. From the outside Martha Rodgers watched as every inch of her former self was covered in light, light which was changing her. Every aspect in fact and after around twenty long drawn out seconds the light cumulated in one blinding flash and Martha held up a mirror as a much younger Martha Rodgers stood before her.
"I get how old?" Martha asked aloud looking at the mirror and to her older self who simply scowled.
Modern Day New York
Martha was tired, very tired in fact. Not just physically, sure she had been up almost all night with drama students who she was trying to teach to do something right for a chance but mentally to. She had lost count of how long she had been Martha Rodgers, she had gone from that alley to have countless adventures. Hundreds she assumed but then on one fateful night she had met that man, she never found him but when she met him it was like being locked in love. Though then she had Richard and adventures had stopped, she moved onto one; motherhood. A time she had enjoyed but it had taken its toll. She looked as old as the woman she had seen the day she regenerated into the Martha persona. That was worrying; soon she would have go back and help her younger self.
"Mother," Richard called from the other room, the door had rang so it looked like she had a visitor. Or it could be the mail as her son was too lazy to get it on the way out. He was going to the station and she was getting worried about that. Not just because of the danger but because of Kate, technically the two were brother and sister, through neither knew that but they were drawn to each other. She couldn't tell them the truth but she couldn't let them have a relationship. They had the same mother, her. Though for now she was safe, Kate was seeing someone anyway and Richard was getting closer to Gina again. Maybe it would work out fine.
"Grams," Alexis greeted from her position on the sofa as she engaged in deep chat with their visitor. Martha wondered who it was and then her face fell.
"I didn't know you had a lawyer friend," Alexis pointed out as she turned to the woman slouched back on the couch, her body healed and her face smiling. Looking almost perfect but Martha had nothing to say to that. Alexis didn't know this woman and thankfully Richard had been in a rush so he didn't recognise her but Martha did.
"Hello Martha," Johanna Beckett smiled.
