Hello, everyone! This is my second WIP for this fandom and for this ship! This idea was in my head for a while and I thought that I should share it with all of you! This is loosely based on the movie "What If". I know that the movie was an adaptation from a very popular but I have not read it or even watched the movie. I'm using the general idea that was presented, but I'll be taking some creative liberties. I hope that you all like it! If you do then go ahead and leave a comment! Hope you enjoy!

They were driving back from Ithaca for a photo shoot. The stunning natural beauty broke away from the overused autumn scheme of fallen leaves, warm reds, and oranges. Ithaca was lush and dark green. The air there had been cool and crisp as it went down your throat to expand in your lungs. It had been like chewing on a mint. Miranda was pleasantly surprised that the location had worked so well. Everything had gone without a single misstep. It was strange for Miranda to just be there to observe.

Now she was sitting in her town car as the sun began to go down. Roy was silently driving through the beautiful countryside. Miranda let her head fall back as her eyes skimmed through the passing greenery. She was tempted to close her eyes for a moment. Then she had realized that she had the chance to call her daughters. She fished her phone out her purse just as Roy was taking a blind turn. Her fingers use speed dial to reach her girls. She couldn't help but think that her daughters would like to come up there for holiday. Cheerful angelic voices sounded through her phone and Miranda smiled.

"Hello, my angels. I had –" Those were the last five words Miranda was able to say before she was in a head-on collision.

For the first five seconds, Miranda didn't know what was happening. All she felt was gravity give way. Her seat belt slammed her back into the seat and she felt something crack in her body, a white feeling made her gasp. Her mouth flooded with blood. Then everything was upside down then right side up then upside down again. Were they rolling? Why were they rolling? Miranda felt her fingers lose their drip on her cell phone. She hadn't ended the call with her daughters.

After what felt like an eternity, everything stopped. There was the sound of running water and something hot making her skin burn. Her lungs refused to work as she painfully tried to breathe. Every time she did she tasted to metallic tang if blood. Her head was a murky mess. She couldn't tell what had happened or if she was okay. All she knew was fire. A fire that burned from her chest and consumed her entire body. It was pain, white-hot pain that had her crying out only once. Miranda felt something warm and wet run up her body. The harder she tried to regain some level of consciousness the darker her world was becoming.

She could feel her body shut down. Everything around her was slow and shrouded in a white light. That very same white light began to consume everything around her. As it reached her body the pain went away. The light soothed her broken bones and marred flesh. Until finally white was all that she could see.

Everything was white, and then there was sound.

"We have to get her out of there! The gas is ready to ignite!"

Miranda's eyes flew open at the sound of a strange voice. What in the world was going on? What gas? Who were they trying to save? She felt her body spin in place as she finally began to join reality. All around her was shrapnel. Shattered glass was like freshly fallen snow. Glittering off the asphalt. Broken pieces of cars were everywhere. Then she finally saw it. There was a growing pool of crimson growing underneath one of the wrecked cars. A body hung limply from the back seat as blood-stained silver hair and ashy skin. The window was shattered and Miranda could see a large shard protruding from the person's neck. Her own hand came up to feel her neck. The skin there was untouched. Just like the rest of her body Miranda realized.

Something desperate took a hold of her heart. "What is going on? Who is that?" Miranda cried out. She rushed forward only to stop short as a crowd of firefighters got in her way. They didn't even pay her a second glance. It was like she wasn't even there. "I demand to know what the hell is going on!" She screamed. There was something deadly in her eyes. Like a truth that she wasn't strong enough to face. All she could do was stand by as the firefighters broke away the car door. Within moments they were dragging a lifeless body to the nearest gurney.

Miranda stood frozen as she watched her own body be carefully secured. She felt her hands come up to cover her mouth. Her eyes began to blur as confused tears accompanied the dark, terrifying realization.

She stumbled back as she watched her body be put into the back of the ambulance.

Slowly her peripheral vision began to go black. Panic coursed through her veins. "No," she cried out. Everything turned to black around her and fear clutched her heart so painfully that she thought it would shatter from the force. Then the noise came back to her. Beeping machines rang through the air and loud voices called out to each other.

She could smell disinfectant used to try and mask the stench of death. All around her she heard people crying, coughing, or screaming. She wondered if any of those voices were hers. How could they? She was dead, wasn't she? It took another long moment before she was able to see again. When she did she was blinded by a light. She stood in the middle of a hospital doorway. Nurses and doctors walked passed her like she wasn't even there. Her skirt and silk blouse made her feel naked.

Her arms came up to cross over her chest in hopes of feeling protected. Miranda turned around again to figure out what was happening. How was it that she had made it all the way to a hospital? There must be someone there that could help her. Anyone who could tell her what the fuck was going on.

In a matter of seconds, Miranda was able to channel all the courage she had. Her stare hardened and she let her arms fall away from her chest. She let her eyes scan the hallway and stopped when they landed on the nearest doctor. Rage fueled her as she marched right up to the man clearly in deep conversation with a nurse. Her heart began to pound when he didn't even turn to look at her.

She was feet away and scathing words were about to drip from her lips when the doctor turned. The man's tired eyes landed on her. They looked right through her as he walked toward her. Miranda stumbled back as the man walked confidently in her direction. How was he going to keep walking? He was bound to walk right into her. Could he not see her? Then that was when it happened. The man walked right through Miranda as if she was just air. The sensation at that moment was indescribable. She could feel the initial press of his body against her and then it was like something gave way. Like the surface of the water when you dive head first. Then it was like everything in her body was being pulled at once. She didn't know how to breathe for a few long seconds.

"No… what is happening," She gasped. The world began to spin around her and everything blurred. A sudden weight pressed down on her shoulder and her knees gave out to the pressure. She looked out and watched as the entire world around her went by. At the very end of the hallway, the doors were thrown open. A gurney was being pushed towards her and with it came a flurry of first responders.

Their words did not reach her as they rushed passed her. All she could do was watch as her broken and bloodied body flashed before her.

"You're dying, my darling." A soft voice called out.

A feeling of cold dread crawled up her spine. She knew that voice. She had heard that voice for her entire life until she turned thirty. Miranda had thought she was free. Free of that voice's poisonous effects and it's selfish intentions.

Miranda could feel her entire body growing colder the longer that she sat there on the hospital floor. The feeling of her heart began to fade like an echo in her body. If she concentrated hard enough she could feel her blood slow its flow through her veins. Rage burned in her soul and her voice was a low dangerous growl. "If I'm dying Mother, then what is this?"

"Your judgment, Miranda."

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