A/N Yah fluff! Just a little bit but what the hell. It's about as much as I can do without it feeling forced. Anyway, I don't own anything but Zoe and the Tunnel of Spirit in this chapter!


"What did Sophie say?" Zoe asked, twisting her neck to face the red head. Scatty felt her cheeks heat up as she shook her head. Kiss her…well okay maybe...but not right now! "Nh come on tell me please?"

I'd rather just show you. It was hard to ignore that pout. Scatty gave an internal groan and absently nuzzled the blackette's ear. Maybe if she didn't look directly at her girlfriend…

"The eye turned green again." Scatty cursed softly in Gaelic. How long had that been? Three minutes at the most? "Do you want to go first or should I?"

"Which would you prefer?" the Shadow asked. She blinked, wondering her voice sounded a little hoarse and a little tense. Zoe gave her a small sympathetic smile.

"Honestly I'm terrified of the very idea of going through the tunnel. But whatever's on the other side is going to help us get Aoife so we got no choice." Scatty nodded, unconsciously pulling the other girl closer. Zoe gave her a bemused smile. "As much as I want to we can't go through this together Scathach. I'll go first. I doubt my choice can rewrite history like yours might."

"Are you calling me old?" Zoe snickered and pulled away.

"Maybe. I'll see you on the other side." Suddenly the blackette leaned in and brushed her lips against Scatty's cheek. Blushing madly she ducked into the tunnel.

Zoe took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She had been meaning to do that for a while but hadn't found the courage. Now that she had done so her heart was about to leap out of her chest. The brief contact had sent an electric spark to her brain and demanded more.

The blackette shook her head and took a cautious step forward. The walls flickered to life, jolting her out of her daze a little. She expected them to show her past but instead…were they showing the future? Seemed likely.

Zoe turned to the right wall. There was only motion, no sound. It showed little things, like the up coming holiday break where she would go back to her adoptive family and suffer through yet another Christmas party were pretty everyone but her fell over drunk by the end of the night. There were bigger things, like her getting married (so this defiantly was the future) to a blonde woman with chocolate brown eyes. Later on it showed two kids running around in circles while she leaned back on her elbows. Zoe shook her head. So this future was what, one without Scathach? Was that even possible?

The picture on the left was the same as before, motion but no sound. Everything was different, right down to Christmas break.

It was Zosime's place, it had to be. Both Scatty and Sophie lived in the city so only Zosime could have this cabin in the woods. Snow drifts about three feet deep surrounded the place and the stars were clearly visible. Wait was that a new constellation in the sky? Where the hell had that come from?

Zoe shook her head and turned to the next scene. A summer camp…or rather a summer camp that went year round. There were kids running around in orange sweaters, tromping through a light covering of snow. The cabins were odd though. The all bore some resemblance to Ancient Greek architect. And wait were those flying horses? The blackette stared at the scene mouth agape. Just where was this place and why was it her future?

The next scene was disturbing. It was clearly a battle, but against what she couldn't say. Something nudged the idea that this…snake woman was Coatlicue, the Archon currently holding Scatty's twin hostage in a sense. And wait where there vampires, like the blood sucking ones, there too? And where the hell had Zosime got that huge battle ax from?

The blackette flinched and rubbed her neck. It felt like she had been bitten by something. Scatty was there, a worried and slightly fearful expression on her face. Then she seemed relieved, listening to something Zosime was saying. Zoe shook her head and watched her own hand come into view. It seemed normal, just a little bit paler than usual. Then four things popped into existence above each of her fingers. The two other girls recoiled in shock.

Fire, water, earth, and air. The four original elements. Zoe frowned and held up her hand in the tunnel. She could do that already but didn't know how. Silently she willed the elements to appear. It took a lot out of her and she could barely hold it for more than a few seconds. The blackette clenched her fingers together and turned back to the scene.

Suddenly they were back in the tunnel, apparently long before the other scenes had played out. Zosime was wide eyed and had tear tracks going down her cheeks. All the attention was focused on Zoe's outstretched hand that contained the four elements.

"She knows damnit," Zoe growled, looking at the scene. She could do magic without being Awakened and Zosime knew how this was possible. The blackette sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She hadn't told her friend about this yet. It just seemed a little too weird, even for the magical world. But it was obvious that Zosime knew from the way her lips were moving.

Zoe turned and stormed down the tunnel, determined to get some answers from her friend. She stopped short upon seeing two things.

The first was her adoptive family, good, bad, indifferent, all of them. They had come from Mexico but had ties in Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, and Spain itself. Then there was her, a European looking girl who was adopted because her father was her adoptive father's best friend before the man was killed in action. They never knew who her mom ever truly was. But whoever her mother was she didn't fit into the Spanish family.

The other thing was a big black ball of…something. It crackled with electricity and made that noise that movies had of the ground shaking. Ancient Greek words floated out in random spurts, somehow translating themselves in her brain. Zoe shook her head. She didn't know Ancient Greek right? Well there was the whole thing about the letters on the door shifting themselves in her brain to read 'spirit'.

"What the hell is this? A choice between the normal and the unknown?" Nothing answered her, not that Zoe expected anything too. She glanced back at the walls which had gone blank. "Great. Thanks for the help." Slowly she turned back to the two options. Her choice wouldn't rewrite history. It would directly write the future. "Why me?" She took a step forward and hoped like hell it wouldn't come back to haunt her.