A/N: Wow, okay, so this is definitely a record. Much apologies about that, if anyone is still reading this crap anyway. But I hope this is good enough...? Don't forget to drop me a review!
~Ele
P.s In case you didn't realise, this is a continuation of my AU A New Beginning. So, it doesn't exactly follow the canon. Just puttin' that out there...
Enjoy your reading!
She didn't seem to notice his concern over the photo and instead she set a tray of soup and bread on the table for him.
"You need to eat dear. We're going somewhere special tomorrow."
Jack nodded once and picked up the spoon idly, toying with it. The redheaded woman was obviously his mother, that much he knew. He remembered the smell of the red curls piled on her head, cinnamon, and a faint trace of flowers. How was he supposed to even get back to her? He didn't know where she was or even how he was to find her.
He sighed glumly.
XxX
The blue eyed lady ushered him into a carriage the next day and he sat quietly as it moved along the bumpy road. The woman watched him with a small smile on her face.
"I think you'll like where we're going. My friend, she's supposed to have a son who's around the same age as you are." She smiled kindly as she watched him.
Jack nodded silently, curious as to where they were going, but he didn't say anything.
XxX
Nellie sat quietly on her bed, her arms wrapped around his torso, and his hands playing with her curls. She sighed softly, glad that they had gotten over their fight from the previous couple of days. She preferred to spend her time with him like this instead of fighting. She was just being lulled to sleep by the feeling of his gentle hands in her hair when Johanna burst into the room.
"Mum! Dad! A carriage just pulled up outside!" she stated breathlessly.
Nellie jumped from the bed and pulled back the curtains as she peered outside, only to see a familiar crest on the carriage door, and then a dark haired woman stepped out. She gasped and flung open the windows, grinning happily.
"Imelda!" she called, and the dark haired woman looked up and smiled, responding with her own,
"Nellie!"
She rushed downstairs to greet them, but pulled up short when she saw a young boy next to Imelda, looking around curiously.
He looked up at her, his green eyes widening perceptibly, his fingers pushing some of his dark fringe out of his eyes.
Wait, green eyes, dark hair-
"Jack?!"
A huge smile grew on his face, and he responded with a very loud,
"MUM!"
"Jack!"
He ran from Imelda's side, his arms spread wide and Nellie could only wrap her arms around him, collapsing to her knees as she cried into his hair, her sobs only interrupted by her murmurs of "Jack, oh, Jackā¦"
Jack was positive now that she was truly his mother. She smelled like she did in his dreams, and her arms were warm and inviting, like a mother's should be. She just had an air of protection around her. He curled himself into her, clutching her tightly.
Nellie looked up at her shell shocked cousin, who was watching the exchange.
"You've got some explaining to do."
