This story focuses on Quinn, Clay and Logan primarily. Quinn's p.o.v and the idea is that she hears voices that tell her things…It's not meant to be spooky. I hope by reading this first chapter you will understand. Enjoy!

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'Marry me Quinn James.' It wasn't a question, more so a statement. And the fair haired beauty felt tears form in her eyes. She had been waiting for this day ever since she and Clay first laid eyes on each other, way before they were dating; she was sure that this was the guy she was going to marry. She knew that she and David weren't compatible together; the voices told her so and said a new man would soon come on the horizon… As their little boy lay beside them, she envisaged their life together, so perfect and so right, so of course her answer was going to be yes. Love was more than a feeling when she was with Clay, it filled her up and made her want to do more, be more. When she loved David, it seemed to be the kind of love someone has for a sibling, or a family friend; it was comfortable. With Clay however, Quinn couldn't even begin to describe how she felt – He was everything she looked for in a guy: someone honest, kind, loving, funny and bought out the best in her. She knew she was lucky, luckier than most and honestly, she would have been fine not marrying him because of what happened between her and David. As soon as Clay asked though, Quinn knew that it was the right thing to do. The voices…Quinn had lived a pretty good life thanks to those voices. Maybe it was her conscious reasoning, or the good in her that made her listen, but she was convinced that she had an angel looking out for her.

Ever since Quinn James was little, she had been hearing voices in her head, messages if you like, about where to go, what to do and more importantly, advice and guidance through her most troubled times. Fate intervened a few times, when there were things she couldn't control like her Mum's cancer. Life had a funny way of working out for her. Quinn knew that when Clay was hooked on drugs, her angel voiced concern immediately so that she could help him; despite him not wanting to be helped. She didn't really know how they managed to pass that and overcome it, she just knew that Clay listened to her and through that; he remembered his son and they both came back to her. Quinn didn't even realise she needed a child, but that maternal instinct kicked in when Clay told her – she wasn't angry with him for keeping it from her, when he didn't even remember himself. Quinn would be there for Clay, no matter what.

Strength. Quinn had so much of it, as did her sister, Haley. Strength is what got Hayley through the dark period when Nathan was kidnapped and the strength of love Quinn had for Clay made her strong for her. Sometimes the voices never came through, but strangely, Quinn had a sense that things would be ok eventually.

'Will things be ok?' Haley asked Quinn, days before Haley would ask Dan for help.

'Yes. I believe they will… Hales, I know this will sound crazy but I have voices in my head sometimes, a sixth sense if you will, and I firmly believe that Nathan is alive still and he will be returning home to you soon.' Quinn replied shakily. Haley laughed, a sort of relieved yet weary laugh and replied,

'Oh, nothing's crazy anymore Quinn. I believe you, thank you. That's what I've wanted to hear all along but no one says it…' Haley closed her eyes and pictured Nathan's face. Quinn covered her sister's hand with her own and just sat with her, waiting in the silence.

Quinn was alone too, with Clay receiving counselling, coming to terms with remembering his son again and she could just picture his little face, cheeky with bright blue eyes and blonde spiky hair, even though they hadn't even met him yet… She knew things would be ok, they'd be a family. Sure, perhaps not the most conventional family but it'd be theirs and it would be full of love.

Quinn was full of expectations now, wide-eyed and awake in the tent as the question still lingered in the air.

'I don't have a ring, and I'm sorry. I just want you to be my wife,' Clay uttered, and suddenly he was interrupted by Logan sticking his fist in the air. The bright green X-Men ring would have to do for now, and Quinn burst out laughing.

'Yes, of course I will.' She kissed him, and Logan giggled. This wasn't the proposal she had envisaged but it was so apt; for all of them. As Logan fell asleep, Clay and Quinn just kissed and basked in the moment. It was one of them moments she'd never ever forget, not only because of the proposal but because Quinn felt someone she had never felt before, like a white heavenly light descend upon her, and as she broke away from their kiss, she saw a white figure in the shape of a slim female body by the lamp light and it startled her.

'You ok?' Clay asked, and embraced her. She clung to his shoulders and noticed the figure had vanished. She just remembered that she saw bright blonde hair on the head of the figure, much like Sara's. Quinn gasped, and Clay gripped her tightly.

'Hey, it's ok babe… I've got you. What's the matter?'

But Quinn couldn't say… She couldn't tell him what she'd seen. She was probably just tired. She whispered to him that she was ok and that they should go to sleep.

'Ok wife-to-be', Clay joked, and kissed her forehead as they settled down, either side of Logan. Quinn smiled, but she felt uneasy at seeing the white shape just moments before.

Could Sara be her angel? She bit her lip and tried to banish the worrying thoughts from her mind; glancing at her son, well, Sara's son, conflicting emotions wrestling within her gut. She wanted to be his mum so much and Clay's wife more than ever. But would Sara let her?