Ezekiel noticed it first, the eyes on them as he and Eve shopped for the supplies they needed. Word had reached Boston slightly earlier than they'd expected but instead of blind panic they'd calmly rushed back to Stone's house, packed up and hit the road. The people of Boston posed no real threat to them but they'd rather not draw unnecessary attention at themselves and their magic if at all possible. Fleeing Boston hadn't been nearly as hard as they'd expected, hardly anyone had heard about them but it had still been an inconvenience to say the very least.

Two days passed and whatever ailed Cassandra continued which only made Jenkins grow more concerned, she didn't exactly seem ill, just a few hours of vomiting at a time followed by a feeling of having been drained.

"Sweetheart, you need to rest." Said Jenkins as the wagon continued down the forest road.

"I'm okay."

"Nah, he's right." Began Ezekiel who'd sat beside Jacob at the, the two took turns with the reins and the sun had started to set. "You should rest, we all should. I don't know about you lot but my ass went numb an hour ago."

"I'll scout ahead, find somewhere for us to camp."

With that Eve jumped into the air and flew off as the beautiful hawk she was leaving Flynn to gather up her dress.

"I'm going to give Betsy a rest until Eve comes back." Said Jacob as he pulled on the reins slowing the horse to a stop, she didn't like being hooked up to the wagon but Betsy hadn't complained.

Jenkins pulled Cassandra into his arms and held her close, his constant warmth soothing her soul. She snuggled back into his chest and instantly she felt better. Slowly he stroked a large hand through her long red hair while the other stroked down her flank to rest on her stomach; he froze.

"That's not possible." Jenkins fell silent.

"What is it?" Cassandra asked, her head tilted up to look at him.

"Have you figured out what's wrong with Cassandra?" Flynn seemed to perk up at that and Jacob spun around along with Ezekiel to face them.

"Em, Cassandra, Sweetheart you're... you're-"

"What?"

The wolf grabbed hold of her hand and placed it under his on her stomach, her eyes went wide.

"Oh!"

"Just tell us." Ezekiel all but demanded.

Jenkins spoke more to Cassandra than the rest of them, they were just witnesses.

"That shouldn't be possible. I've never heard of it happening between an Original and a Witch."

It all clicked in Flynn's mind and his nodded slowly to himself while the witch and her familiar just stared at one another, he'd bonded to Eve at the age of fourteen and it had certainly never happened to them. Stone and Ezekiel weren't quite on the same page though and continued to question the redhead and the wolf until they finally snapped back to the real world.

Cassandra looked over at Stone and Ezekiel, her face coated in shock.

"I'm pregnant." The witch shook her head slowly. "I'm a midwife, I should have seen this coming."

Flynn shuffled forwards in the back of the wagon. "Jenkins is right, children between our kind and Originals is unheard of and long believed impossible. If it's ever happened it wasn't recorded. When you think it's impossible it's the last thing you think of."

Cassandra supposed he was right, one of the first things Jenkins had told her after they'd started sleeping together was that they couldn't have a child. Until that very second they'd all thought it impossible. Something surged inside the redhead though, all that horror and fear they'd been through in the last few weeks, the pain, had given way to something beautiful. Maybe the child was a gift, whether it was or not that was how Cassandra wanted to think of it that way. A child, their child, Cassandra beamed up at Galahad and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. He didn't often let his emotions show but it was quite clear the revelation had shocked him into silence.

Quiet hung in the air as Flynn and Cassandra tried to figure out how it was possible while Jenkins just held her tight. Ezekiel didn't look too interested in the subject beyond the fact his friend was pregnant but Stone was the one to break the silence with raised eyebrows and a look of perplexity.

"Hang on." All attention turned to the witch hunter. "We all got one of those shards except Jenkins and Eve, but Cassandra got two. What if it's not her but the baby that got the extra one?"

"It did enter via your stomach." Jenkins finally spoke, Cassandra would have preferred him to have something more comforting to say.

"So this thing could be hurting our baby? The baby we didn't thing was possible until three minutes ago."

"Actually," began Flynn with a little gesture to himself. "I have a theory about that ruby. We'll make campfirst and then I'll tell you."

Almost two hours later Jenkins had grown tired of watching Jacob struggle to light a fire and instead simply snapped his fingers to engine the tiny campfire providing heat and light through the darkness. 'Show off' the witch finger had grumbled. Betsy had been tied up by a tree and had her head in a nosebag happily while Ezekiel had set some sausages to cook over the orange heat. The group sat around the campfire waiting for their food and snuggled into pairs to keep the chill away, Jenkins and Eve were clearly on high alert and probably would be until they made it to the Carolinas. After a while of sitting there listening to foxes bark and owls hoot Ezekiel finally reminded Flynn about his promise to tell them about his theory.

"You gonna tell us about the shards or not?"

Flynn held up his hand so they could all see his palm, there wasn't anything particularly interesting about it, just a smooth palm with faint little lines.

"There's nothing there." Said Stone as if it was obvious as he raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly!" Beamed the male witch. "I cut myself pretty badly this morning when I hopped off the wagon but it healed in seconds and now there isn't so much as a mark there. I hardly even felt it." He paused for a second or two. "I've seen Eve heal like that before and I'm guessing you do as well, Jenkins."

"So what, we're witches now, mate?"

"No. No, that's not it." Flynn shook his hands out in front of him as though wiping away what Ezekiel had said. "Okay, so, Morgan crafted that ruby originally as a diamond, practically indestructible, it was built as a container for the power of Originals. Now, a single Original would have been enough to complete her plan but she used six, she didn't do that for any reason other than greed, so as she could have all of that magical energy. I don't think the diamond, or ruby, could take that much magic and blew up."

"So?" Asked Jacob.

"So, Originals can't die. When their witch dies they return to what they call 'The Void' where they remain until they're bonded to a new witch. When the ruby failed to contain the energy that magic had to go somewhere, Eve and Jenkins are Originals, they already have that magic, we don't. We were close and not Familiars."

Flynn shuffled forwards, grabbed a tiny twig from the ground and shoved his hand into the fire, everyone gasped as though he were insane but Flynn remained calm. The little twig started to burn but not the witch's flesh, he was unhurt. Almost instantly Ezekiel copied him and thrust his hand in as well, just like Flynn nothing happened.

"I think we're immortal."