Not sure if anyone is even still reading this, just posting a bit to see if I should bother dumping any real time into it. Anyway, thanks for taking a look folks.

Luluka's head was swimming, and he really didn't know where she was, the last thing he remembered was a sword through his...no...the last thing she remembered was greeting her sisters next to the inert Lancelot. After killing Tohdoh, after being murdered by Suzaku on his own orders.

Oh lovely. An existential crisis, just what they needed. As the fog of drugs bogged down her mind Luluka couldn't figure out if she was Lelouch or if either had ever really existed, or if one was birthed from the other.

Lelouch snickered at the concept of giving birth, he truly did have a twisted sense of humor, probably why he'd been best friends with Milly in both her lives and... Fuck.

"Milly!" Luluka gasped out as she sat up thrashing wildly as a half dozen alarms blared around her. Scrambling to rip the various IVs out of her arms she began rambling to herself as she broke out into tears, blood plattering starkly against the white sheets due to her clumsy gestures.

As nurses rushed into the room Lukuka fought back tooth and nail but...but she felt so tired so weak, as she felt a sharp pain in her neck the princess caught sight of a syringe in the corner of her eye.

"Milly...I'm...I'm so sorry..." with that she passed back into the realm of Morpheus.

Cornelia ran a shaky hand through her lank greasy hair as she reflected on the fact that sleep deprivation was not something she was fond of, despite how use to it she'd become over the years. Turning to her little sisters injured Knight as he stood vigil over his charge she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man.

Despite likely losing his left eye, and having his right arm covered in third degree burns Sir Jeremiah would not be deterred from his duty. Standing silently as he stared through the infirmary window his good hand never strayed from the holstered pistol at his side as he protected his Princess.

He was a credit to Britannia.

"Has she stirred since she was re-sedated?" Her presence hadn't been announced yet the Knight did not even register her entry into the silent room before she spoke, he sighed while turning his bandaged face towards her.

"No, your Highness," turning back to stare at his Princess Jeremiah said nothing for a time, eventually he sighed again and Cornelia feigned not noticing him wiping a tear from the undamaged side of his face. "She loved her, you know that?"

Cornelia remained silent as she approached the tall man, turning to observe the petite teenager restrained to a military hospital bed she honesty had to mull over her own thoughts for a few moments before responding.

"She...she and Millicent always had a bond, even back in Pendragon, I...while I may not approve of same sex relationships, I can respect love. Having her lover die in her arms..."

Jeremiah sniffed and nodded, "I was unable to protect my Princess and the one she held dear because I was following orders...and I do not know what to do about that! It is a discrepancy in my honor I do not know how to amend..." Taking in a shuddering sigh the blue haired man shook his head, "I failed my charge, I violated my oaths, but I followed them as well...I should have died on that battlefield..."

Sighing she patted the man's unhurt shoulder as she shook her head, "You did what you could, feel no shame for what has passed. You did your duty Sir Jeremiah, and you are a credit to the Order of the Knights of Honor, do not question that ever, for you shall be questioning your Princess's integrity in choosing you for that position!"

Somehow the man managed to stand straighter after she stated this, and even managed a passable salute even though the motion pained him. Turning back to the observation window he eventually let a hesitant smile crawl up his lips, "She is going to be so pissed that she was shipped back home on her father's orders."

Cornelia shuddered at that, leaving Japan after she'd only been there for a few, rather frantic hours hadn't sat well with her at all. Unfortunately the situation had become more complicated when the Black Knights had offered up Genbu Kururugi in exchange for clemency to all previous actions as well as giving the Royals access to a high speed jet to get their direly injured medical aid.

So Cornelia had left Clovis to deal with the aftermath working alongside the former Prime Minister's own son and the terrorist Zero while they took the super sonic jet to Pearl Harbor and the secure medical facilities it hosted. After two days and a tentative stabilization Luluka was whisked off to the Motherland along with her sister's and Knight.

That's...that's when the comatose Royal's nightmares started, and the screaming...and the blood. Gripping the bridge of her nose Cornelia could only nod in turn, "That she will...but on that note, she'll be alive to be angry, and I...am ok with that..."

Jeremiah nodded while he let out a short, darkly amused snort, "I for one agree with you..."

"She looks horrible," at this Marianne huffed and cuffed the Emperor's knee with an annoyed swat of her dainty hand.

"Of course she does! Having a Knightmare explode around you tends to do that! I should know, been through enough test accidents to keep an honest understanding!" Charles grimaced as he did his best not to meet his wife's gaze. To say that the grown woman stuck in the diminutive girl's body had been unhappy at the condition of her newly returned daughter would be an understatement of epic proportions.

Marianne the Flash was Furious.

"Do you think she'll accept the offer? If what we think is true, and she really is Zero, would she really be willing to put herself back under the Royal Families constraints?"

Marianne let out a rather terrifying giggle with young Anya's voice as she tilted her head to the side. "Oh Charles, there's something you'll never understand about women. She won't like being constrained, and yes she probably has several cards up her sleeve that could burn the world in vengeance if forced, but...heh... But what daughter of mine could possibly be challenged with retaking the Mother Isles, with retaking Britain, and not wish to succeed, even if for their own ego?"

Charles pondered that a moment before sighing to himself in resignation. This was going to be expensive and he knew it, why, why did all the women in his life require so much...damage control?

And, more importantly, why did he think his rather unstable daughter could pull something like this off?