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The soft tinkling of music jarred Skyla from her blissfully unaware state. She had been spending some free time tending to her soon to be prize winning garden. She sighed gently letting go of a blooming rose, her garden would have to wait.

She stood up, her back ramrod straight, she couldn't shake the sensation of ice trickling down her spine something was wrong with the music. It was desperate and crying yet all at the same time it was rejoicing. The music reached a swell inside her head, she collapsed to the ground covering her ears trying to stop the shrieking, screaming notes. After a few minutes the screaming weakened, she shakily got to her feet and begin moving slowly towards the music room. The music roared again it was little more than random untuned notes. It was complete and utter cacophony the volume reached that of a full orchestra. She tumbled to the ground again, tears running down her face. It shouldn't have been possible but the orchestra once again picked up speed and volume above it all a voice called out to her.

"Skyla... Skyla my love."

The world faded to black.

She felt a mask being placed over her face a strange gas flowing in.

Blackness.

"Skyla, please... please be all right," She recognized the voice but couldn't place it.

She slipped back to what ever darkness held her.

"So what's the diagnosis?" A young man asked. Which dancer was that? Slam it sounded like Slam.

There was a small chuckle. Fumbling with papers.

"Nothing serious. I'm guessing that she had some sort of shock. We did a MRI and couldn't find any serious injuries. Just a small bump probably from her fall. She should wake up soon,"

"So bright," Skyla murmured drawing her bare left arm across her face.

"Any idea how the trauma occurred?" The strange voice continued.

"It's almost the anniversary of her husbands death," Breeze said.

There were soft whispers exchanged followed by the soft closing of a door.

"Skyler turn out the light, and give me back my glove," She demanded.

Jade chuckled Skyla's priorities never changed. She placed the glove in her mentors hand she watched amazed that Skyla had no trouble sliding the glove over her hand, even in her unconscious state.

A few moments later "Stop it. I told you I need sleep. As Queen of the Wingdom..."

The occupants of the room drew a breath.

"I order you to stop,"

More black, restful this time.

The light didn't hurt so much this time. She might even try to open her eyes, when she felt ready of course.

A door opened slowly as if not to disturb the occupants.

"She say anything else?" Slam asked.

"Thanks for nothing you ass," Camille repeated. She was gently rubbing her thumb across Skyla's right hand.

Skyla winced she hadn't remembered saying that but she was sure that it was intended towards Skyler. It probably had something to do with her pregnancy, the one she had lost after the death spin. She knew that it wasn't anyone's fault but she often felt angry at Skyler having left her before such a traumatic time in her life.

"Camille," Skyla said propping herself up in the bed. "Your making my hand moist," She didn't have time to react before she became a human couch for the young woman, who squeezed her tightly.

Skyla squirmed uncomfortably on the bed trying to rearrange the pillows behind her back while she waited for the doctor. She had to laugh her beloved students could practice dance for hours and defend the Wingdom had horrible bedside manner. They had placed an ice bag on her forehead which constantly dipped to cover her eye, she had the corner of a very stiff pillow poking her in the back. She had tossed the ice bag onto the bed the moment they left and was currently working on the pillow.

She watched slowly as the door opened. A thirtyish female doctor stuck her head in the room.

"How are we doing today?" She asked slowly entering the room.

Right she'd been their overnight and it was now past noon, the bill would not be pretty. She couldn't think of anything to say so she simply settled for the obvious. "In pain,"

"But you feel better than yesterday right?" The doctor stared at her with wide eyes.

"I suppose so," Skyla couldn't shake the feeling that the doctor was looking for specific answers.

"Head less busy?"

Skyla nodded in response.

"Good. Because you know if you still feel that way I can have more tests done. Otherwise I can send you home today with some thing for the pain, and something in case you ever feel that way again. You know calm you down,"

"Yes," Skyla said hesitantly. "That sounds good I'm sure I just need some rest, with the anniversary of my husbands death approaching," She said recalling what Breeze had said earlier.

"All right then I'll get the discharge papers and write you up some prescriptions,"

Skyla sank deeper into her bed allowing the softness to engulf her. She tried to sleep but her mind was unravelling the events of the past two days. Her eyes wandered around the room glancing at the awards she had won over the years, a few music boxes that she couldn't bear to part with and simply a few that wouldn't fit into the music room. She continued to glance around the room her life easily explained though a collection of objects. A picture of her and Skyler eating ice cream in the park, lay face down on her dresser. Her eyes swept the rest of the room until she turned to her side and faced the empty half of the bed, where Skyler had once slept. She blushed slightly remembering their first time outside of the sky realm. There was a soft tap at the door.

"Knock, Knock, Knock," Slam called louder than he needed to.

Skyla smiled to herself. Slam was so predictable.

"Can we come in?" Jade asked politely though the door.

"Ya, Dame Skyla we wanna talk about what happened," Camille said in her usual cheery tone.

Skyla made an attempt to straighten up her sleepwear, and prop herself up in the bed against a wall of pillows.

"Come in, the door's unlocked," She said knowing they'd have to talk eventually.

"So..." Slam started once they were all settled around her bed. Camille and Angelica sat on the edge, Breeze, Slam, sat in chairs they had found by her desk, while Jade chose to stand pacing ever so slightly. Breeze being the closest started first. "What happened?"

Skyla shifted in her bed suddenly self-conscience of all the eyes staring at her.

"Why don't you start by telling me what you know," Skyla said.

Soft barking could be heard from the hallway.

"I think Whirl and Twirl, missed you," Angelica said watching the twin pups walk into the room.

"I guess we forgot to tell them you're back," Camille said.

The dogs hung hesitantly in the door way until Skyla gently patted the empty side of her bed. The dogs rushed forward and in a tangled mess leaped onto the bed. Whirl lay with his head on his mistress lap while Twirl settled for laying as close to Skyla as possible.

"So what were you saying?" Skyla asked unconsciously stroking Twirl.

"We found you unconscious in your garden. Your turn," Jade said now pacing through the room straightening up her possessions. Skyla wished she wouldn't but didn't have the heart to stop her. She winced when the young girl got to to picture on her dresser. She stared at it for a moment before posing her question.

"Skyler came to this realm?"

There were mixed reactions as her dancers glanced at the picture and then back at her. The dancers all turned to give her long hard looks, she clearly owed them an explanation.

"I took him here for our first anniversary. He had always been told stories of this realm as a child. He considered it his birth right to come here and I knew that if he was ever going to visit, we had to before we were too politically involved. I- everything fascinated him. His favourite thing here besides the relief in duty were the movies. He loved the idea of watching something he considered magical over and over again. His favourite movie was Peter Pan. I guess you can figure why. He even liked our way of life, there was so much he loved here. Of course if you asked him his favourite thing here was me," The last word came out as a squeak.

Skyla leaned forwards her blonde hair covered her face her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears. A hand touched her shoulder, she jerked it away.

"We intended to spend the rest of our lives here, we had plans," The Queen's shaking became more violent. "That was before we knew that Skyler was destined to become King." Her tears that didn't hit the blanket fell on to a confused Whirl who licked her face wondering what he did wrong.

"Get out," Dame Skyla whispered into the blanket, the words stung like ice.

Nobody moved. "Get out," She repeated.

Breeze reached out to the bedside table and popped the top of a medicine bottle. He took two pills and handed them to Skyla. He returned a moment later with a glass of water. He noticed her resistance.

Skyla pushed her hair back, and looked at her dancers, "I think I'm losing my mind," She whispered as very faint music once again stung her ears.

She missed the worried look her students passed around.

Breeze offered the pills again, he watched satisfied that Skyla had taken them.

"You'll feel better as soon as the medicine kicks in," Breeze said heading towards the door.

"You guys go ahead I'm going to stay here with her," Camille smiled at the group as they left the room.

She sighed and helped settle Skyla back into her bed and sat in the chair Breeze had vacated. She placed a comforting hand on Skyla's shoulder noticing the women didn't push it way this time. She watched as Skyla shook with sobs and cried silent tears. She removed her glove and placed it on the left side of the bed, she stared at it until she fell into a drug induced asleep.

Camille walked slowly to the door and looked back at the woman she admired so much. She wished there was something that could be done for her, to either find her lost husband or to help her move on with her life. Camille took the long way back to her room not wishing to sleep. On a hunch she headed to the kitchen, sure enough the sounds of clanging cups gave them away her fellow Sky Dancers hadn't gone to bed yet. Camille joined the rest of her friends at the table. There sat a cup of chocolate with marshmallows in it just the way she liked it. She sat down and began to sip at the quickly cooling liquid when she noticed that Dame Skyla's pills were on the table. She shot a curious look at Breeze.

"I'll explain in a minute," He said.

Camille waited for the rest of her friends to sit down.

"Someone want to tell me what happened?" Camille asked.

"Breeze made a smooth move and gave the Dame her sleeping pills." Slam said.

"She'll be out till morning," Jade said, taking a seat next to Camille.

"She was depressed enough last night she doesn't need suicide in a bottle," Breeze said taping the medication.

"You really think she'd do that! Guys she's so much stronger than that," Camille shouted outraged.

"I dunno especially after last night," Slam said.

"It's bittersweet. One decision and she and Skyler- I mean they could have been happy," Angelica said.

"We don't know that, what if he was killed in a car accident, or I dunno maybe he would've cheated on her. There are so many what if's it's best to leave things as is," Jade said.

"It's hard too because if Skyler hadn't died we wouldn't have become Sky Dancers. We wouldn't be friends. The whole world could be different because of one action," Breeze raised a hand to his temple. "Time messes me up," He continued.

Camille unsure what to say simply nodded.

"We know we can't change the past, so what do we do now?" Angelica asked.

"What ever it is we need to keep an eye on her," Slam said.

"We need to do more than that! She's really hurt. She needs to get over him," Jade warned.

"Physiologist?" Angelica suggested.

"It needs to be more than that, I just don't know what," Camille mused.

"On-line dating," Angelica chuckled. She received a few dirty looks.

Breeze who had been deep in thought "What if we look for him? Skyla won't rest until we either find him or prove that she needs to move on with her life. Dammit! It's been five years,"

The friends stared at Breeze in shock, he wasn't one to lose his temper easily.

"Lets do it," Slam said stretching his hand out to the centre of the table. The friends placed their hands on top. They all smiled at each other, as they threw their hands up in the air, "For Skyla!"

AN: Hey everyone I'm back! (With a job! At a hardware store) I realize my first couple fan fic's were really weird but since then I've taken a writing course, passed with a 70 something and wrote a 9 chapter She-Ra fan fic. (The first couple chapters need to be re-written, too fluffy)

Umm not much to say, just to let you know that the story or parts of it are strictly what Skyla heard, I tried to include some context as well (like the door shutting,) I also have limited medical knowledge so please ignore any inaccuracies, or provide suggestions if you like. Warning this has only been beta'd by me.

Also if anyone knows a way to watch all the episodes let me know I've only seen about 6 and Wikipedia tells me theirs about 25-26.

I also apologize to AlyssC01 whom I have borrowed minor minor story ideas with out asking. I am not stealing plot lines just a few background ideas to help my story. They include the five years after Skyler's "death" and I don't know if this counts but Skyler calling Skyla wife visa versa. (I think that's it. Feel free to contact me if you wish.)