Please note I do not in any way own any of the characters. They belong to Lauren Kate.

I am a fan of the Fallen series and this is my take on what would happen after Torment; picking up from where Luce stepped through the Announcer.

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As she stepped out from the murky cloud that was the Announcer Luce's heart dropped. She couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling in her gut that she had made a mistake in the way she left. She should have said something to Daniel; a parting I love you or even simply don't worry I will be fine. She knew Daniel would be shattered and feel like he had to find her. The expression he wore when he realized she was actually stepping through was burned to her mind. It was an expression of helplessness, of agony, with an underlying fear.

She tried her best to shake herself from her thoughts. She finally pulled her emotions together to take in the change of scenery. She was definitely not in Georgia any longer. She stood in a brightly lit field. All around her grass and daisies grew wildly and unkempt. She could hear the light buzzing of the bees all around her, as they moved from one flower to the next. In the distance she made out the shape of what looked like a small barn hidden between two larger oak trees. The weather has hot and humid she could feel her shirt already clingy to her back from sweat.

She began to make her way towards the barn. Other than the old structure, she was alone in this field as far as she could tell. As she made her way to the first oak tree, a few yards in front of the barn, she heard a high pitched giggle. She hid behind the trunk of the tree and waited as she saw a figure approaching. She was staring at herself, a past Luce, dressed in a long white peasant dress that buttoned up to her chin. Her hair was tied back in a mess of curls and she was running towards the barn. Every few steps she would turn and look behind her and start giggling again.

Luce knew who was about to enter into the clearing before he was in her line of sight. Daniel looked too good to be true; it only made Luce's heart beat faster with a mixture of desire and guilt; Desire to run into his arms and just forget all their arguing. Guilt for the way she left him and for the doubt she held about their future together. His hair was longer in this lifetime, it fell down to his chin and he wore it messy like he hadn't washed it in days. He was wearing a white button up shirt, with the top three buttons left undone; along with black woolen trousers. The two of them looked like they had just stepped out of an Elizabethan movie. Luce guessed she must be in the early 1900's.

Luce watched as the past Luce finally stopped a few feet in front of the barn entrance. She directed her attention to Daniel, "Daniel! Quicken your pace I could return home and back before you make it to me!" Past Luce went into a fit of giggles. Daniel was looking at this Luce with such passion in his eyes as if he was memorizing every movement she made. "Lucinda, my dear you have won once again. My Lucinda, the master at foot races!" He motioned to an imaginary crowd as if he were presenting her to an audience. This only set past Luce into an even bigger fit.

Luce couldn't keep the tears from her eyes while watching the past Daniel and her past self. They were playing with each other in a way that Luce and Daniel presently did only in her dreams; the reason for most her comparing of Daniel to Miles was this lack of lightheartedness. They seemed so innocent, so young, and Luce so clueless. She envied this version of herself, who got to have a carefree relationship with her Daniel.

Past Luce was now on her knees and trying to catch her breath from all the laughing. Daniel beamed at her with admiration. Then he sat beside her on the ground and pulled something from behind where he was seated and held it towards past Luce.

Luce had to strain to make out what it was—a handful of white peonies, Luce's favorite flower.

Past Luce finally caught her breath and looked up to see the flowers, her face lit up with such happiness and love. Luce knew what was coming next and she wanted to scream and save past Luce from her destined fate; but she knew better. In that moment Daniel's face went from heavenly to agony as he realized what past Luce was about to do. But it was too late, past Luce looked at the extended flowers with such joy and she leaned in quickly to give Daniel a kiss—a small, shy peck on the lips.

Luce connected with this past life of hers in that moment; she didn't have a distinct memory of the events but she knew this was their first kiss. That she had been wanting Daniel to kiss for days now but he hadn't; that it took all her courage to show him this sign of affection. She had felt so insecure, so sure of rejection. But all too soon it was over. Just as her lips left his a bright red flame over took her body and as soon as it had started it was gone.

Past Luce was gone. All that remained were the white peonies, now singed and covered in ash, and Daniel who sat with his head in his hands and began sobbing "Lucinda, my love…why? Why?" He was furious, directing his angry glare to the sky. "We barely touched this time!"

Luce had never seen him in so much pain and it broke her very soul. She hated herself for being the cause of this eternal grief her love has gone through. She couldn't even bring herself to be mad at Daniel for being the cause of this past Luce's death; for the loss this Luce's family will go through. She sat hidden by the oak and cried with him for what seemed like hours.

She couldn't take this anymore she needed to be back with Daniel, to tell him she was sorry, that she understands what he has gone through; that she will never leave him again; never put him through this pain. She closed her eyes and willed herself to stop crying and focus her attention on summoning an Announcer. She needed to return to the present. Back to Georgia. Back to her love.

She felt the familiar cold presence of the Announcer as it emerged. It was hidden in the shadow of the oak tree. She willed it to come closer and it obeyed. It was small and black as night; darker than any she had seen before. She reached out to grab the Announcer by the corners when she heard a familiar voice in the distance.

"Grigori…When will you learn. You mustn't interfere with those that aren't of your concern" He gave a vicious chuckle that Luce knew all too well. She broke her attention from the Announcer and peered around the oak to see Cam—arms crossed, and standing above the hunched, broken figure that was Daniel—with the most sinister smile on his face.