Tegan stands in Sara's bathroom, trying to figure out exactly what it is that she finds wrong with her reflection. Something is wrong with her jaw, it's not as square as it should be. She runs her fingers from her each ear until they meet in the middle at her chin. Everything feels normal, it just must be a trick of the light or something, she thinks. She doesn't notice Sara wander in, stopping at the counter next to her.

"Good morning! What're you doing?" Sara leans over, grabbing her tooth brush, while watching Tegan stand stock still through the mirror.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Sorry." Tegan snaps out of it, flicking her eyes over to Sara, realizing what it was about her face that was off. She wasn't looking back at her own face at all, it was Sara's. And now there are two Sara's looking at her. How could Sara not see it?

Freaked out, Tegan turns the faucet on and gathers a small pool of water in her hands. She splashes it onto her face, hoping that'll correct her hallucinations. She lifts her head back up, cautiously looking into the mirror. She sighs in relief when her own face is staring back at her again, and reaches for her own toothbrush. Out of the corner of her eye she notices a bunch of small black lines on her wrist. She flips her wrist over and sees the black circle; Sara's tattoos. Her breath picks up and she starts freaking out again. She scratches at the black ink and it starts to flake off, along with tiny pieces of her skin. She looks back up into the mirror and once again sees Sara's face staring back at her and her scratching becomes frantic, tearing away at both of her arms, hoping to peel away the skin that isn't hers until she's back to seeing herself.

Sara's been watching the whole exchange Tegan's been having with herself in silence, wondering what's going on with her. It isn't until she notices the blood on Tegan's arm that she intervenes, grabbing for Tegan's hands and yelling, "Tegan, what the hell are you doing! What's wrong with you?"

"Tegan! Tegan! Wake up!" Sara shouts at Tegan. She's straddling her and is desperately trying to get a good grip on her wrists to stop her from scratching up her arms more than she already has. When she gets a hold of them, she holds them out as far from Tegan's body as she can and yells one last time. Tegan's eyes fly open and her hands grab onto Sara's forearms, her fingers digging in impossibly hard. Sara winces and watches as Tegan's dilated pupils quickly shrink back to their normal size and connect with hers, both reflecting fear. Her chest is heaving and sweat is dripping down her face and neck.

Once Tegan realizes that it was just a dream and she's safe now, the tears begin to flow. She moves to press the heels of her palms into her eyes but Sara stops her.

"Tegan, no! You're bleeding. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Tegan looks at Sara, confused, then looks at her arms. There are scratches up both of them, and while they aren't very deep, a lot of them are bleeding. She sits up and lets Sara guide her to the bathroom.

Tegan sits on the toilet, trying to get the images of the dream out of her head, hoping Sara won't ask her about it. She'd thought she would be able to handle living with not telling Sara her secret, but apparently not. This dream isn't the first, and probably won't be the last but Tegan just doesn't know how to tell Sara. She knows Sara won't be able to push it to the back of her mind like she can and will probably mean they'll break up and never speak to each other again. There's no way Tegan could handle that.

Sara wets a washcloth and wipes all the blood from her arms. She finds some cream for the deeper scratches so they won't get infected and rubs it into red, raw skin. Tegan winces at a particularly deep scratch.

"Do they hurt?" Sara asks.

"No, just burns a little. I'll be fine." Tegan smiles assuringly towards Sara.

"Lay with me?" Sara questions once she's done cleaning everything up, the pair walking into her main room.

"No, I don't wanna hit your stomach if I move or something."

"It's been three weeks, Tegan, it's practically healed. Just come on, I need you close to me." Tegan sighs, giving in and crawling in behind Sara. She lies straight on her back with her arms at her side, afraid of just moving a little. Sara lightly rolls her eyes and snuggles into Tegan, lifting Tegan's arm up so she can slide in underneath. She lets Tegan's arm rest on her side and rests her own arm and Tegan's chest.

"What was your dream about?"

"Oh, uhm, I was in the woods and I was being attacked by a bunch of insects or something. I don't really remember." Tegan mumbles, wishing that was the truth.

They lay in silence and Tegan trails her pointer finger from each little purple and blue bruise to the next on Sara's arm that is resting on her chest. It's like playing connect the dots, and she isn't pleased with the picture it creates.

"I'm sorry I keep hurting you."

"Why would you even say that? You saved my life, Tegan."

"But none of this would have happened in the first place if it weren't for me."

"Hey! Listen to me. Everything that's happened in the last month couldn't even compare to the pain I would endure without you in my life."

Tegan turns her head and gives Sara a soft kiss on the top of her head. Minutes pass and for a while everything feels okay, until Sara breaks the silence.

"Tegan?"

"Yeah?" She mutters into Sara's hair.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"What makes you think there is?"

"I don't know. The nightmares.. You space out a lot.. Sometimes after we're intimate, even if it's just a kiss, you get this really sad and confused look on your face. I want you to tell me if there's something wrong. I thought we agreed there would be no secrets between us?"

"There might not even be an 'us' if I were to tell you."

"What? Why? Did you do something? Did you cheat? Did I do something?"

"No.. It's something neither of us could control or really did."

"Tegan, you're scaring me. What is it? Just tell me, i'm sure it's nothing we can't handle." Sara starts to panic, removing herself from Tegan's body and sitting up.

Tegan answers her by digging the thick envelope that holds their secret out of her backpack and tosses it on the bed next to Sara. After they got back from the hospital, she contacted the adoption agency to see if everything the doctor had said was true. It was, and now Sara was about to find out.

Sara looks quizzically over to Tegan, who's sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She turns the envelope over in her hand, reading the return address for the agency.

"You found out who they were?" Sara asks, happy that Tegan took her advice and found out who they were. But what did this have to do with them?

"Yeah, but I wish I wouldn't have."

Sara ignores the comment, figuring it's just Tegan being her pessimistic self. She carefully slides the files out and examines the paper that sits on top. She scans over the paper, it's basic information on Tegan like her birthday, eye color, hair color, etc. and a list of all the different foster care houses she was in before getting adopted. Behind that is her birth certificate and behind that is another paper that looks just like the first, only this one is for a Sara Quin. It states that at 5 months Sara Quin was adopted by a Clark and Susan Bell. Sara's absolutely confused, those are her parents names, but she wasn't adopted, was she? She cautiously flips to the next page, a birth certificate for a Sara Quin and then another for a Sara Bell which looks identical to the one she has at home.

"Oh my god..."

"I know."

She picks the papers up, straightening them out, wanting them out of her sight when a small newspaper clipping falls and flutters onto her lap. She picks it up and unfolds it, reading what it says.

Parents tragically killed in car accident, twin infants miraculously survive.

She continues reading. The article talking about how a there was a head on collision with a car and pick-up truck. The parents as well as the other driver were announced dead at the scene and the babies were clear of any injury save for a few minor bruises. The fate of the twins had yet to be determined and would be placed in foster care until further decisions could be made.

Sara's jaw drops, she can't believe anything that she's reading. It was all too crazy to be true, yet too crazy to make up. Tegan was her sister. Sara was in love and dating her sister.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.. you.. me.. we're..?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my god. I think i'm going to be sick." She drops the papers to the floor and dashes to the bathroom. She slams the toilet seat up and empties her stomach. Too much new information has entered her brain and she can't form any thoughts. She finishes and flushes the toilet, washing her hands in the sink. Tegan stands awkwardly in the doorway, she expected such a reaction from Sara but that doesn't mean she knows how to handle it. Sara turns and faces Tegan, looking pissed.

"Fucking hell Tegan.. I just.. how long have you known?"

"Almost a month." Tegan says quietly to the ground.

"Oh god. Okay, okay." Sara closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, "We're sisters. We've been dating for almost five months. We had sex." She opens her eyes and her head falls back. "God, we had so much sex," she groans.

Sara pushes her way around Tegan and into the living room. She gathers the papers up and stuffs them back into then envelope and then back into Tegan's backpack. She finds any other items belonging to Tegan, shoving them into the backpack as well. When she's done, she hands Tegan her bag and Tegan reluctantly takes it, trying to hold back her tears because she knows what's coming.

"You need to go. I can't handle this with you around."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Tegan folds her arms over her chest, trying to keep her heart from falling out.

"I know I should say yes, but I don't know. Just please, leave. I'll try to call you in a few days."

Tegan walks into the kitchen and hesitates at the door. She turns around and looks at Sara, who is watching her every move. "I love you," Tegan tells her.

"I know."