AN: Hey! This is my version of 'what would have happened if Jenny gave in to Julian in the cave' Jenny is a single mom of one child, a girl…Julian's daughter. She doesn't know about Julian, or her powers, but on her sixteenth birthday, she becomes more powerful than anyone imagined she would be, blah, blah, blah…PLEASE ENJOY!

RememberPOV

Beep Beep Beeeeeeeeeeep!

I groaned at my stupid alarm clock, swinging my arm over to shut it off like I did every day, only to hear a gigantic crash. I shot up, and looked over, gasping as I caught sight of my alarm clock…well, what used to be my alarm clock.

It exploded.

"What the—"I yell, only to be cut off by my mom.

"Remy?" she asked, opening my door, "Are you okay? I heard a crash…" She gasps, seeing the mess of wires, and plastic, scattered around my room.

"I'm ok, my clock? Not so good."

She stared at me, "Just do me a favor, ok?"

I nod.

"Please, just be careful." And with that, she shut the door and left. I gaped at my closed door. No, 'what happened?' no, 'oh my god!'…nothing. I took a deep breath, and shrugged. She was probably just giving me an easy time because it's my birthday. I got up and pushed the bigger part of the mess into a pile and walked to my bathroom. A stunning girl with very light, honey blonde hair and indescribable blue eyes stared back at me in the mirror. I never understood my eyes. They seem to know everything, seem to be all-seeing, but they're wrong. I have so many questions, so many things that have not been answered, that no one seems to want to answer. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts to the back of my head and picking up a brush to untangle my silky hair.

I put on a pair of light wash jeans and a blue blouse that seemed to make my eyes look like liquid sapphire. Blue was my favorite color, this was my most favorite top.

I walked downstairs, questions about my father swimming in my head.

"Happy birthday, Remember!" My mom greeted me giving me a small, delicate smile as she handed me a small box and a card. I opened the card first.

Remember Julia Thorton,

You are the best daughter I could ever ask for. You remind me of your father, in more ways than one. I know that you have so many questions about him, questions that I'm not quite ready to answer for you. Let's start with this. I met him under…undesirable circumstances, and he wasn't the kind of guy I wanted to be with…but he gave me this and I realized (a little while later) that I loved him…but it was too late. I know, that if he knew you, he would want you to have this.

Nothing dies as long as it's not forgotten.

Mom3

I looked up at her, and she nodded, so I opened the small, silver box. Inside, was a slender golden ring, threaded onto a gold chain. I examined the ring closer and found an inscription on the inside. I am my only master. My mom had often told me this when I was younger, but I never knew it came from my dad…that was information that I longed to have, things my dad said, what he was like, stuff like that.

"Thank you," I murmured, fastening the ring onto my neck, and clutching it to my heart. I looked up and realized that my mom wasn't wearing her wedding band.

"What happened to…?" I trailed off as she pointed to the ring hanging off the chain on my neck. "You were never married were you?"

She shook her head, "You just always assumed, because of what hand I wore it on…I never lied to you…you never asked."

I nodded. "This means a lot to me, thanks." I smiled. She returned it. "I just have one question though…where did you get that last line of the letter?"

She smiled sadly. "That was another thing your father said to me…it was what drove me to name you Remember. It was originally going to be your middle name, but I figured it would be more fitting to have it be your first."

"What was my father's name?" I asked.

"Julian," she murmured, as if it hurt to say it louder than a whisper.

This was more than I knew earlier…I now know that I was pretty much named after my dad, which was kind of sweet, and I now know what his name was, but a lot more questions were trying to force their way out of my mouth, even though I knew my mom probably wouldn't be able to take any more. I was just about to thank her again when I heard the loud beep of a car horn. Jake!

"Bye, mom!" I said, grabbing my bag and running you the door, "See you later!"

I slid into the car next to Jake and greeted him.

"Hey, babe. Happy birthday," he said, giving me a peck on the lips, and starting the car, backing out of my driveway.

We passed right by the school, I looked over in question. He smirked, "It's your birthday, Ember. I'm taking you somewhere special." I smiled at the nickname, and was just about to ask where we were going, when he practically read my mind. "And no, I am not telling you where we're going." He said teasingly, "It's not a surprise if you know, now is it?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Besides," he continued, "We're here anyway."

I looked over and saw the most amazing meadow. It was filled with beautiful flowers and long flowing grass. I could almost see my eyes light up as I took in the sight. He smiled when he saw my reaction. I immediately got out of the car and ran into the field, taking in the smells and the relaxing feel of nature.

For some reason, I've always loved nature. It sort-of thrummed power, and I've always gotten this high from being near it. Especially thunderstorms…those were my favorite. I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to watch a thunderstorm, and I watched in awe as the sky turned grey, opening to let rain fall out, starting as a trickle, and quickly becoming a pour. I reveled in it. Jake came over and took my arm, mumbling about being sorry, and taking me back to the car.

I pulled away, and looked at him.

"No," I said softly, "It's ok. I love the rain."

He must have seen the gleam in my eye, signaling that I was truly okay with it, so he sat down with me, in the middle of a field, during a rainstorm.

Then the thunder started up. I watched it, mesmerized. I felt myself subconsciously wanting to channel that energy, to pull it into myself. I didn't know where it was coming from, but I wanted to touch it.

Almost as if possessed, I stood up, holding my hand out. It was extremely fast, yet, it felt like an eternity, as the bolt of lightning touched my hand, pushing its energy inside me, making me feel like I was the most powerful person in the world. Right before I blacked out.