In the middle of the night a young woman sat, hands crossed in her lap, on the last train out of Shiganshina. Upon closer inspection, one might get a better look at the young woman, who up close looked a bit older. With tired brown eyes farmed with tired wrinkles, slightly disheveled black hair pulled into a side pony tail, and a suitcase on the floor next to her feet, one might assume that she was on the run from something. But she wasn't. She was going towards something. At least she hoped.

The train lurched to a stop. "Trost District!" came a voice over the speaker.

Carla Yeager grabbed her bag and headed off the train, being careful not to trip over her long yellow skirt, an act she had mastered over the years with a certain amount of éclat. Now on the platform, she looked down at the small piece of paper that she had carried close with her the entire trip. It had an address to an apartment complex.

Carla typed it into her phone, an older model that she had gotten for a good price. Her husband on the other hand spared no expense, needing an all-purpose phone for his work-!

No. she gently chided herself. Don't think about him!

Carla nodded, vigor returned, and headed off in the direction the phone had pointed her, and it wasn't but five minutes until she arrived at a large apartment building with scratches on the windows and graffiti on the walls. She felt a strike of panic in her. What if he said he hated her? What if he didn't let her in?

Carla put a hand over heart and took a breath. No, it was alright. He was her son, after all.

She inspected the names on the panel next to the door, some of them were written on paper that was old and yellowed, the ink gone along with the day light. She found his name, and pressed the button next to it. It buzzed.

"Hello?" came a voice form the other side. Her heart raced. She froze, unable to move. A truck drove by behind Carla, its engine loud enough to be heard throughout the neighborhood.

"Hello?" The voice asked again, cackling with static. This snapped Carla back to life. She pressed the button to talk back to him.

"Wrong person, sorry!" she squeaked. She sighed and put her hand on her chest. Why was she so nervous? This was her own flesh and blood, after all! She birthed him for Pete's sake! She could do this.

She was about to ring again when the door in front of her suddenly opened. Carla jumped, and so did the woman opening the door.

"Aah!" The woman placed a hand to her chest, just as Carla had a few moments ago. The other woman was wearing a type of scrubs and was carrying a white jacket in her arms. Carla guessed she was a doctor of some sort, on her way to the midnight shift.

"S-sorry!" Carla exclaimed.

The woman took a deep breath to calm herself, and then smiled. "Sheesh, no worries! You just scared me!"

The woman adjusted her glasses and her brown pony tail.

"Who're you here for? Can you reach them?" The woman asked.

Carla put a hand on her suitcase handle.

"Um, Eren. Eren Yeager. I'm his mother."

The other woman's eyebrows rose. "Oh. Oh, yeah, okay, sure. I'm Hanji Zoe, but the way. His neighbor." Carla nodded. "Carla. Pleased to meet you."

Hanji tilted her head in curiousity and then held the door open wide enough for Carla to slip in. "Here, you can go on in. He's on the fifth floor. Apartment 5C." Carla took the offered door with a grateful smile.

"Thank you." She said, nodding a little. Hanji waved her fingers. "Good luck!" Just as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone. Carla let the door shut behind her before looking around the little lobby. There was hallway, which she sound discovered, led to washing machines ad mailboxes, along with an elevator with a sign that said "out of order" on it.

The opposite did, while smelling distinctly of cat pee, led to stairs, which Carla took up to fifth floor, lugging her suitcase behind her. With each step her heartbeat increased in intensity, all the way up.

She exited the stairway and went down a brightly lit hallway, counting the doors until reached 5C. She raised her hand to knock, but hesitated.

What if he doesn't love me anymore?

That was a ridiculous thought. Carla shook her head.

What if he thinks I don't love him?

Now that was scary.

Carla brought her hand back up with new vigor and knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" a voice called from the other side of the door, sending shivers of nerves down Carla's spine.

The lock clicked open and the door opened. He was looking down, his emerald eyes distracted with something.

"Hanji, I swear to god I'm not making you any more food unless you buy the-!" he looked up. Carla could barely breathe. He was still the same, if a bit older looking. Tan skin and a mop of brown hair, long and lean, and those emerald green eyes that Carla had seen grow and mature over 19 years.

She mustered a weak smile. "Hello, Eren."

Eren stared at her, mouth slightly open in shock. He blinked. Once, twice.

"Mom?"

Ookay, new story time! School has completely absorbed me for the past two years since I'm in the advanced track so I'm doing twice the amount of classes of a normal student Q_Q But it's Spring Break, and I actually finished this whole story save for the last two chapters so I'll be posting about once or twice a week until it's done!

This is an AU (obviously) so I'm not sure about the rating yet (I'll put T but it'll probably change to M). Just try to imagine everyone is about 19-30 (Hanji is 30, Eren is 19, Carla is in her late 40's)

Everyone will be showing up eventually, so keep an eye out!

Tell me what you guys think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Please let me know!

As always, question everything dear readers

Peace and Mist,

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