Future Wife? Who could it possibly be? The only woman she could remember meeting yesterday was the nurse. Who, while lovely, was clearly in a relationship, if the ring on her finger was any indication. Cosima wracked her brain trying to piece together the fractured pictures that made up the time between leaving her sisters in the waiting room and being reunited with them after the surgery.

"Sarah, what happened yesterday?"

"God, you went back for the procedure. I made it to the B list on that stupid Kardashian game. Alison was Alison. Then you came out and we took you home."

"Did anyone come out with me… Did I say anything about a girl?"

"Nah, the nurse brought you out alone." Sarah shrugged. "Oh, and the dog."

Cosima was taken aback by that. "Dog? What dog?"

"I don't know Cos, a dog. You were hallucinating. I mean, you also told us that you could shoot sparks from your fingers." Cosima could only sigh. It was frustrating her beyond reason that she couldn't remember anything after the first few breaths of laughing gas. "Why don't you just call the number?" The brief glimmer of hope that Sarah's suggestion sparked was quickly extinguished upon further inspection, where she found that the last two digits were smeared away.

"Damn."

Looking down at the smeared ink, Sarah smirked, "Fuck, well I guess you shouldn't have drooled so much." Sarah danced out of the way of the pillow Cosima threw at her. "Now, now, Cos. You're injured, you should be conserving your energy."

"Bitch."

"I heard that!"

"You were meant to." She knew Sarah was just trying to make her smile, but she kind of wished her sister would take this mystery a little more seriously. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that her need to find out who this woman bordered on ridiculous. But she couldn't help but feel a small bit of hope that maybe she really had made a connection with someone. She was forever grateful for the family she found in her sisters and clone club but it still wasn't easy being the only one without someone. Alison had her own family. Sarah and Cal were reconnecting. Rachel and Paul were… doing whatever it is that they do. Even Helena had found someone in the easy-going trucker, Jesse. Somewhere in the back of her mind she still worried about being pushed aside and forgotten. Sarah's claim of "stick to the science" haunted her thoughts even now. Was being the geek monkey all she'd ever be good for? No, she was tired of being alone. If there was any chance that this woman could be "the one", she was going to do everything she could to find her again.

"Sarah, I think I want to find her."

Sarah moved back towards the bed and her sister. "I don't know. Don't you think you should just focus on getting better?

"FUCK, Sarah. I've spent the past year and half waiting to get better… waiting to have a life. I'm done waiting. Now, can I count on my sister to help me or not?" The outburst sent a shockwave of pain through her jaw. In all honesty the sob that escaped was just as much to do with fear of solitude, as it was the pain.

Sarah winced; she hated seeing her sister in pain. "Yeah, Cos. You can. We'll find her. But first you need to eat some of Alison's soup so she won't accuse me of letting you starve to death." Cosima let out a sigh of relief at Sarah's agreement to help. She sat back and gave in to Sarah's demands to eat. Alison was a fantastic cook and eating a little bit was helping clear her head from the dopiness caused by the pain pills. She was used to the high she'd get from pot. It was always a source of calm for her, a way to slow her crazy mind and see the big picture. The high she was on at the moment was anything but calm. A sense of anxiety and desperation was settling into the pit of her stomach.

"So, how are we going to do this? I mean, we're missing the last few digits of her number, and the only thing I can remember from yesterday is laughing a lot."

"Don't worry Sis, I've got this." Sarah's cocky assurances made Cosima suspicious. She had the sneaking suspicion that whatever the British woman's plan was, Alison would definitely not approve.

"What are you going to do?"

"Simple, I'm going to call the place up and pretend to be her." Yes, Alison would most definitely not approve of this plan. She never liked being reminded of Sarah's less than reputable past. "Think Cos, what can you tell me about her?"

"Umm… I don't know. I just remember that she was pretty, and a golden puppy." Sarah blinked at this before rubbing her eyes in slight frustration. With that information Sarah dialed up the surgeon's office, clearing her throat to trying to sound like someone a day out of surgery.

"Yes, hi. I was in there yesterday for a procedure and I'm afraid that I gave you my old address for billing." Cosima could only shake her head. This was Sarah's brilliant plan? "My name? It's…" Sarah paused and moved the phone down to rub it on her shirt creating a pseudo static noise. Not letting the receptionist speak, Sarah pressed on. "I was in around 3pm yesterday. Blonde hair." Cosima strained to hear the other side of the conversation but from the look of frustration on Sarah's face, she guessed it wasn't going to plan. "Where's my accent? Umm…" Sarah looked at Cosima in panic. "What kind of accent did you think I had?…French? That's great because I'm an actress and I was practicing for a play… My file has a different profession? Oh weird, can you perhaps tell me the name on the file you're looking at?…Hello?…"

"Yeah, she hung up." Sarah shrugged as she tossed her phone down beside Cosima, who could only look at the British woman in disbelief.

"How the hell did you ever con anyone?"

"Oi, it's not like you gave me a lot to work with. I'm sorry I couldn't convince them of my identity with the information 'pretty golden dog.' And you didn't tell me she was French!

"I didn't know she was French." French? Cosima had to admit that of all foreign languages French was definitely one of the sexiest. She remembered having a professor her freshman year describe French as being all about where you put the tongue. She had laughed then, but now with the thought of a beautiful French woman's tongue filling her head she definitely wasn't laughing.

Her less than innocent musing were interrupted, "don't get your panties in a twist, I'll call again." Sarah stretched and cracked her neck before muttering, "You're damn right," a few times and slipping into a familiar voice. Hitting redial Sarah waited patiently for the receptionist to answer. "Hello, this is Detective Childs, I need to ask a few questions about a patient of yours…" Fuck, Alison really wasn't going to like this.

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An: I apologize for the shortness of the update. Some chapters will be longer, others will be shorter. Next up is Alison being brought into the quest to find out who Future Wife is and we'll see just how different she and Sarah are in their approaches. As always, thank you for the reviews. They really make my day.