A/N: See Bottom

"You've been searching, but you won't find him." It was a voice that called her attention, and the red haired teen spun around. "You can't see us, but we see you. This is how the game is played, little witch."

She grit her teeth, blue eyes narrowing as she tried to find the owner of the foreign voice. "Who the hell are you?"

She realized 'what' might have been a more appropriate question. Of course, she was standing purely in bravado and false confidence to have even made it this far. Taylor Marie Moore was a stubborn for her eighteen years. Even more so considering she was basically on a wild goose chase for a man who may or may not be her father, who didn't know she existed, had taken a tip from a someone she wasn't sure what they were, and had ended up in an abandoned cave that now had weird voices talking to her.

"My name is a name that has been mine for some time, although it is often lost in stories told throughout. What I can offer is the key, but a favor will I need."

Taylor rubbed her arms, taking a deep breath. She didn't like these half-truths this thing seemed to be saying. She always believed a lie of omission was still a lie, and it felt like this thing, she was going to guess fae from the sounds of it, was omitting a lot. "I doubt you can offer me anything I can't do on my own. Perhaps this was a waste of my time."

"You seek your father, do you not? A life you might have known with him." Taylor had made steps towards the way she came, but stopped abruptly when she heard the offer. Her mother had died when she was eight, and no one had been able to find her father. Given that her mother had been very human, and Taylor had ended up with some weird witch powers she always assumed her father had been something. It explained why it had been so hard to track him, even after she'd managed to find a name. "I can reverse time, change the story as you know it now. All I ask of you, is when the time come you lend me your power. "

Taylor debated. It wasn't wise to trust a fae, right? That's what the family she'd grown up with had said, but then they'd also never would have accepted her if they'd known she wasn't normal. She wanted to meet her father, but it was offering more than that. This thing was offering her a chance to go back in time and know him then? The part of her that had always wanted that screamed at her to accept. Besides, she'd most likely never run into this thing again. If it was changing time wouldn't it also forget she had agreed? "Done. I accept."

She felt as though a cold hand reached out and grasped her, grabbing from the outside all the way to her core. She shivered, and felt as though her very core was being frozen over. "We will meet again, and when we do it will be you who will do the favor for I"

(18 years earlier)

Jessica shoved a piece of hair behind her ear and went to walk into the clinic. She had an appointment made, this should be easy. In and out. She was busy with school, and so was he. She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. Three months. She'd made it three months without either of them realizing.

It wasn't easy being in this place, especially in Texas. She'd had to make her way past the picketers to make it inside. She was a strong woman, but hearing the names that were cast towards her were hurtful. She and Sam couldn't provide for a baby right now. They were so busy, and a baby cost money. She was doing what was best for the baby, right? She closed her eyes and reassured herself as she walked up to the counter to sign in. The receptionist handed her some forms to hand out and she took a seat.

She scribbled her name at the top as words swirled around her head. This what was best for both of them. 'Then why didn't you ask him?' A voice whispered in her head. She didn't want to see his face. The disgust, the feeling as though he had to take care of them. That he had to keep it, Sam wasn't the kid that would ever push her into the decision to get rid of the baby, but she knew he was too busy. Too poor. She was saving him the trouble. 'Him or you?' Her pen faltered at her own thoughts. She'd been planning on breaking up with him, scared that he would do it soon enough. They were just falling apart, drifting as time went on. A baby would complicate things. 'This is for you, not the baby.' Jessica took a deep breath to bat away her second thoughts and self-judgements. It didn't matter. This was happening. She was here, there was no backing out.

"Jessica Moore?" Jessica jerked at the voice, nearly falling from her chair. She turned her brown eyes to the nurse and took a calming breath. Standing she following the nurse, answering mundane questions and being led to a room. There was an ultrasound machine, causing Jessica to frown a bit.

"Okay let's take a look at it and then we can get on to the next steps." As if reading the uncomfortable look on Jessica's face, the nurse offered Jessica a kind smile. There was no judgement in her eyes, yet the words that came out of her mouth were not comforting. "We require you to see the fetus being we perform the actual abortion. It's a required step."

Jessica took a deep breath and prepared herself. It was a fetus. She'd been through schooling, knew the scientific approaches. She knew it didn't even have a gender yet, wasn't a person yet. It was a bunch of cells pieced together. Yet, when she saw it on the screen she couldn't think of anything she'd learned in school. All she could see was the creation forming in her, a part of her. "I can't… I can't do this."

Jessica Moore didn't have the abortion that day. That was her choice, but she didn't tell Sam. Why break the relief of not having to worry about child to him? She was already planning on leaving, and she did.

"Congratulations Miss Moore. You have a healthy baby girl." Jessica was exhausted as she held the small baby in her arms. She'd had a lot of doubts throughout the pregnancy. Questions of if she was doing the right thing, and far past when it was too late for her to make a choice differently. She constantly second guessed herself, but she'd made it through. The little girl in her arms was proof of that. The little girl stared at her with pale blue eyes that were carbon copy of Sam's. Her heart twinge a bit, but she shook it off. She lost sense of time while she was there, lost track of people. Eventually the one she'd been putting off came by.

"Do you have a name, Miss Moore?" Jessica looked up from the small baby in her arms to the nurse. "Taylor. Taylor Marie Moore."

She watched as the nurse wrote something down. "And the father?"

Jessica went to say she didn't know, just as she'd planned, when she stopped. It was almost as if a force was telling her not to, encouraging her to tell the name of Taylor's father. It sang to her like a melody, and she found the words escaping her mouth as her senses felt dulled. "Samuel Cornick. His name was Samuel Cornick."

The second the words left her mouth it felt as though the spell was broken, and she shook her head trying to clear it. What in the world was that? She tried not to think of it, and shoved it from her brain. The room felt colder, and she asked the nurse if she could turn the AC down on her way out.

The first change is done, little witch.

(Two years after Taylor's Birth)

"Mama, eat!" Taylor giggled from her car seat as she threw a french-fry at the woman. Jessica took a breath.

"Taylor Marie do not throw your fries." Jessica loved her daughter, very much. She loved that her daughter loved to share, loved that she was free spirited even at two, and all the other things she loved about her daughter. What she did not love was her daughter doing things, such as throwing food in the car, that the two year old knew she wasn't allowed to do. The two year old giggled at her mother again.

"I share!" Taylor defended, giggling as though she wasn't doing anything wrong. Jessica knew well enough that if they were not in a car and Taylor was not well protected in her car seat the two year old wouldn't be acting like that. Most likely, probably. She sighed at the thought, and had to remind herself she could do more about it.

"Throwing your foot isn't sharing baby. Now stop." Jessica was met with the sound of Taylor eating away at her food again, causing the woman to let out a sigh. It might not have been the best thing to do, letting Taylor eat fast food in a moving vehicle unsupervised, but Jessica was a single mother. A single mother who was running very late to work and had a fussy two year old that wanted fast food and, while Jessica didn't normally cave for tantrums, had stopped at the promise of getting it on the way.

The rest of the car ride past normally. They were almost to Taylor's daycare, a place that was family run and open late so Jessica could work her late shifts. Things happened quickly, a car ran a red light and although Jessica tried to stop in time she didn't manage. Her side of the car was hit head on by the speeding car. Cars around them stopped, and calling 911. Police and ambulance arrived, and both parties were examined. Taylor was fine, shaken up and crying but physically just had some scratches from the glass shattering on the opposite side of the car. Jessica was loaded into the back of an ambulance, with the attendees hopeful she would make it through. They had seen better, but they had seen worse. On the way to the hospital, a chill spread over those in the vehicle, and within moments Jessica began to bleed through a wound they hadn't realized had been there. She was losing too much blood, too fast. By the time they made it to the hospital they announced her time of death.

Some things have to change little witch, in order to get your wish.

Samuel was not expecting to get a knock at… he looked at the clock and closed his eyes. 'Four AM? Who knocks on doors at four in the morning?' He debated not answering the door, but the knocking returned. He sighed, forcing himself from his warm, welcoming bed and found a pair of sweat pants to put on before making his way to stop the insistent knocking. He opened the door to find a police officer standing there. 'Human' his nose told him, and he tilted his head. "Can I help you officer?"

Samuel had one of those faces, the kind that made others at ease. He was curious as to why a police officer was standing on his door this early in the morning. What had been done, or sad? The wolf was annoyed at being woken up, especially after the shift he had just worked at the hospital, but the man in him was curious.

"Are you Samuel Cornick? Er, uh. Doctor, Samuel Cornick?" The officer was nervous, and for a moment he went to make eye contact with Samuel before quickly averting his eyes. His wolf was amused.

"I am." Samuel crossed his arms and leaned against his doorframe. He wasn't trying to intimidate the poor officer, despite how well he was.

"Did you know and have relations with a Jessica Moore? Probably dating back to almost three years ago?" The office asked, gaining some foot.

"I did." Samuel stated, pushing himself from the frame. Things had just gotten interested, and although he was not with Jessica anymore, he still cared about her. Despite everything… that he tried not to think about.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this sir, and I hate to be bothering you this early in the morning." The officer seemed to drop the official tone in his voice, and his courage came back with it. "Miss Moore passed away in a car accident. I don't know if she told you, but she had a little girl. She put you down as the father… normally we might not try this hard to find the next of kin, and normally we'd phone, but well, forgive me sir, but I don't know what came over me but I felt the need to find you. Hard as it may have been…"

Samuel didn't fully register the words the officer was saying after he'd said Jessica had a little girl. Jessica was gone, and Jessica had a little girl. "Is she here?"

The officer stopped rambling and gave a nod and a wry smile. "Cute little thing. She's out in the car with my wife. I uh, like I said, I felt like I was supposed to find you. I didn't exactly follow normal protocol.…would you like to see her?"

Samuel nodded, unsure how to feel at the moment. Sadness over Jessica, anger at her for keeping this from him, for lying to him, but happiness for this little girl existing. He was sure he would wake up any moment. He followed the officer out to a red car parked. The officer pulled a small child from the backseat. She made a noise of protest, but never fully woke up. Samuel stared at her. He could see it in a moment, the mixture of himself and Jessica. She had Jessica's reddish orange hair that was currently pulled into two pigtails. He could see his nose, her mouth. There was little doubt in his mind that this child was theirs, the one he thought she'd never had. She was perfect.

"I can take care of things on the paperwork end if you'd like to take her ." The officer spoke softly, careful not to wake the little girl in his arms. Samuel nodded, unable to form words. He took the girl, his daughter, from the officer and cradled her to his chest. "There will be others who will have to come by, make things official. There's also the issue of her stuff, I imagine she'll probably have some things like most kids she can't live without. There's a, uh, Rusty she spoke about wanting a lot."

The officer seemed to scratch the back of his head. The way he spoke was as if he had children of his own, and Samuel was sure he did. "What's her name?"

"Taylor. Taylor Marie Moore. Although I imagine when everything gets sorted you can have her last name changed." The officer stated.

'Taylor Marie.' It didn't matter that it wasn't what he probably would have named her. None of that mattered. She was alive, living breathing, and his. He could feel the tears dripping down his face.

I've done my part, little witch. Don't forget you'll have to do yours one day, too.

A:N: Oh, boy. So I was rereading parts of Blood Bound and ended up rereading the scene with Sam talking about the abortion and my heart broke all over again. So thus a "what-if" story became of it. So since some things might be a bit confusing, here is a run-down:

Taylor is the daughter of Jessica(I named the Texas girl Sam was with) and Samuel. In this story, in both regular reality and this altered reality she was born. Originally Sam had no idea of her, and the events of The Mercy Books went on in the way we read them. In my opinion when I read about Sam and the woman in the book it sounded like the relationship stopped after the abortion, so I took some creative liberty and made it where she never came back, so Sam never knew she backed out of the abortion. And yes, some places do make you see the fetus before they do the abortion. I try and make things realistic.

So Bam! Taylor. Taylor is a witch, a young and untrained one. Bran's mother was a witch, and so I imagine it is possibly Sam's daughter could be a witch as well. Yes, this will come into play later. Now, what is important now is to know that she made a deal with an unknown, powerful fae. There is a reason we don't know much about this fae, and there is most definitely a reason we haven't seen a body. It will come in time. Just know it is a bad idea to make deals with unknown Fae, but Taylor didn't know that. She was raised by humans.

Yes, it was the fae that changed things. The fae influenced Jessica to give Samuel's name, the fae influenced Jessica's death, and the fae influenced the police officer at the end doing some shady things to make sure Sam got the baby. It was part of the deal he made with Taylor. Jessica keeping Taylor and the accident were things that would have happened in either world.

Finally, the first few chapters will cover a year in the life of Sam and Taylor until we catch up to Moon Called. Yes the events will still unfold, but there will be minor changes here and there. Obviously there is a Taylor now. Eventually there will probably be some Taylorx someone and there will be some Samx Arianna, as well as our normal pairings.

I think that is it. Any questions/comments/feedback hit me up in the comments section!