A/N: so I wanted to write another story about Emily; William just showed up. This takes place in 2010, so Emily I think is 16 and Will is 9. Events of IWTB did occur. R&R, please?
Emily
I stood in the waiting room watching all the people in lab coats and scrubs walk or run to various rooms. But I didn't see the person I was waiting for. My wig itched and I longed to take it off as well as the contacts that changed my eye color. I knew it was dangerous to be outside, but I needed to see her face. Finally I saw a mane of red hair encased in a set of pale blue scrubs. She was a vision. She was petite, only about 5- feet, 3- inches tall. But the way she carried herself made her seem so much taller. Her red hair fell past her shoulders and was braided at the back of her head. Her heels made up for some of her height as she walked alongside a priest. She seemed to be arguing with him about something.
I would use my gifts to get inside her head then and there to hear what their saying but I don't know if anyone else working in this hospital will sense me and take me back to the hybrids. So instead I let some of my barriers down and let my powers seep out into the hospital. I was a water bug in a lake; you know I am there but can't get rid of me. I let my senses sweep the place. There was no one who could sense me in the surrounding three miles. I breathed a sigh of relief and let my conscience seep into the red-haired women. Sometimes I hate this gift I have, and other times I love it. The priest was saying the women had no control over what the hospital does about some of its patients. He seemed like a bureaucratic Asshole to me. And it seems the women agreed with me. I left her mind and left the hospital; I would come back tomorrow, and eventually I would muster up the courage to introduce myself to her.
I feel like I must get to know her. My dreams since I was 14 years old have shown me images of this red-haired women and a tall dark-haired man with a little girl I knew was myself. I felt compelled to find them and I let my heart guide me. And it led me to Our Lady of Sorrow's Hospital, to this waiting room, on this day, to this woman. I wish I could remember her name, but my early years are kind of fuzzy to me. And listening to her thoughts didn't help me; contrary to popular beliefs people do not think their own name.
I made it back to my hotel room and went into the bathroom taking off my wig and letting my red hair free, it fell to my shoulders; just a few inches longer then the woman in the hospital. I set the brown wig aside and reached for my contact case. I took the green contacts out and let my icy-blues shine. I went over to the hotel desk and grabbed the chair and brought it back into the bathroom.
I set it down in front of the mirror, but it was too short. So I snapped my fingers and the chair went back to where it was originally. I called the front desk and asked if they had a stool or something I could sit on and still see the mirror. Five minutes later a bellhop knocked with my stool. I tipped him a five and he left. Sitting on the stool in front of the sink and mirror I plugged up the sink and let it fill with water. When it was full I turned off the water and called his name.
"William."
"Emily." He greeted me, his face appearing in the water. He was a small boy for being nine years old. His hair was so dark it was almost black and his eyes were just as blue as mine.
"I found her William. I found our Mother."