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Worlds Apart: Chapter 35

Justin groaned as he emerged from under a fallen table and flipped himself over on his back, panting as he lay there.

"Damn, I feel like I just got hit by a bus...are you alright?" he managed. His head was throbbing and he brought his hand up to clutch it.

Beside him, Jen attempted to prop herself up and was shocked when she felt a sharp pain shooting up her arm.

"I hurt my arm," she said, looking down at the stone floor on which they sat; if this was what they'd landed on, it was no wonder her arm had been crushed in the process. She was about to ask what had happened and then it all came back to her.

"Oh my god, it worked!" she cried, forgetting all about the pain. Curiously she looked around the dark room, realizing that this was definitely a far cry from the luxuries of New York City; the chamber was gloomy with only a torch to light the windowless space and the furniture was all carved of wood. The bed in the far corner and the dressers clearly indicated that this was someone's bedroom, but whoever it belonged to hadn't made an appearance yet and Jen was grateful for this.

"We actually made it!" she she said to Justin, who was still lying beside her, half-conscious.

"Mhmm…" he confirmed, his hand still holding his forehead, "My head is killing me." It was too bad they hadn't dropped into a tavern, Justin thought he would very much appreciate a drink right about now.

Jen continued to look around her, confused as ever, and wrinkled her nose as a pungent smell filled her nostrils, "What's that smell?"

"My guess is that's the wash closet," said Justin, finally finding the energy to sit up, "You know, the toilet? And they don't exactly have flushers here."

"Ew! That's disgusting!"

Justin snorted, "We'd better get used to it because this is the only kind of toilet there is around here."

He raised himself from the ground and began to look about the room, "I have no guesses as to where we are..." he said in defeat, "There aren't any windows so I can't even use the geography to figure it out."

"Let's just hope we're with the elves or something," said Jen, "And if we are, maybe this is where Maya and Legolas live."

Justin shook his head, "No this isn't one of the elven cities. Elves like open spaces, this is far too enclosed and the architecture is not of the elven style either. We must be in a human city, but I'm not sure which one."

Justin saw his wife wince as she attempted to get up.

"Let me see your arm," he said, helping her to her feet. Jen extended her arm for him to see and he gently took it in both his hands.

When he saw the look of intense pain flash across her face, he knew this wasn't good. "Can you move it?"

Jen shook her head, "I think it's broken."

Justin tore off one of the sleeves of his shirt, fastening it around her neck as a sling for her arm. "This should help you keep it immobile until we can figure out how to get you to a healer," he said, gently pulling her in for a kiss, "I love you, Jen. As long as we're together we can start over anywhere."

"I love you too." Jen said, kissing him again.

Justin gave her a smile before going back to the task at hand. "Now first thing's first…we should probably figure out where we are and where we go from here."

"Maybe we should get out of this room and find someone to ask."

Before Justin could tell her that this wasn't like asking for directions to the nearest gas station and that they would get more than odd looks when people saw them, the sounds of shouting drew their attention to commotion in the hallway.

Jen squealed and hid behind Justin when the wooden door burst open and in came a dozen guards with their swords drawn. When he'd recovered from his shock, Justin immediately recognized the pointed tip of their iron helms and the metal of the breastplate was worked to look as though the sprawling branches of a tree were growing across the soldier's chest. They carried long spears as well as their blades and their shields bore the insignia of the white tree of Gondor.

"Surrender in the name of the King," demanded the Captain and Justin didn't know what to do but hold up his arms as the tip of a spear pressed up against his chest.

When he was satisfied that this strange couple wasn't going to resist, the Captain turned to a young servant girl standing in the door frame.

"Are these the two intruders?"

She nodded her head, her eyes wide and frightened as she took in Jen and Justin's strange attire; his ripped sleeve and short hair and the woman dressed just as oddly in her blue pants and revealing shirt.

"Yes," she answered timidly, "I was bathing and then I heard an awful commotion, as though the room was being ransacked. I couldn't imagine what anyone would want with my meagre belongings but I went to investigate and I saw them lying unconscious. She had a dagger in her hand and I fled for my life," the servant girl added, pointing accusingly to Jen.

"I can assure you, they will be dealt with," said the Captain, "The King's justice holds no tolerance for thieves and murderers."

"Woah! Wait a second here!" cried Justin, not particularly comfortable with the proximity of one of the guards' spears to his throat, "Murderers? Thieves? We aren't either of those things. I swear if you take us to King Elessar we can clear this up right away."

"You will not be going anywhere except the dungeons until the King decides on your punishment," the Captain replied sternly, "Though most of your kind are put to death."

"But we're not from this world!" cried Jen, her heart beating so fast she could barely breathe, "Look at us! We're dressed differently, we speak differently! That dagger I was holding was a portal from our world to this world, not a murder weapon! We didn't even know where we were going to end up!"

The guards erupted into laughter as she continued to frantically explain their situation and Justin brought his palm to his face while gesturing with his other hand for her to stop.

"Your fantastical tales will not save you," said the Captain after he'd regained his composure. He turned to his men, "Take them to the dungeons."

... ...

"Great," Jen said as she paced her cell. The guards had been sure to separate them, placing Justin in a cell across from hers, "We've been in Middle Earth for five minutes and we're already in jail!"

Justin watched her go back and forth as she babbled in her hysteria. "Jen, calm down. Everything's going to be okay."

She turned on him with a poisonous look in her eyes, "Calm down?! We're trapped and no one knows we're here! Not to mention I'm pretty sure they're going to kill us!" she cried, "Don't you dare tell me to calm down, mister!"

"Sheesh," Justin put his hands up in mock surrender, "What is it with women and those two words?"

"I don't know," Jen replied impatiently, "We just don't like being told to calm down when we have very good reason to freak out!"

"Okay, fair enough," he conceded, "But let's not panic yet. I have a plan."

Jen gave him an odd look and he sighed, "We're in Minas Tirith. That's why I asked to see the King, because Aragorn is one of Legolas' best friends, which means he's probably met Maya quite a few times and heard all about her being from another world. He'd definitely believe us if we told him what happened, all we have to do is find a way to get to him," he said, grasping onto the bars of his cell.

"So that's your great plan? Magically break out jail and convince the King to have an audience with us?" she asked exasperatedly, "How do you suppose we do that? In case you haven't noticed, these cells are locked and there are guards stationed at every door."

Justin leaned his forehead against the iron of the bars, the coolness giving providing slight relief from the pounding in his head, "I'm working on it."

"This is hopeless," Jen said slumping to the floor of her cell, "We had so many plans and now we're going to die here without ever seeing Maya. I wanted to learn to ride a horse, I was going to ask you if you wanted to start a family..."

"Wait, what?" Justin lifted his head.

"I've wanted to for a while now," she said, lowering her eyes to the ground.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know if that was something you wanted right now, you never talk about it and I just thought that this meant you weren't ready," said Jen.

Justin shook his head and sighed, "Look, maybe I don't voice my feelings about having kids as loudly as I do about the latest Skyrim expansion but that doesn't mean that I don't want us to have a family…I promise we'll get out of here, live long happy lives and make many babies. Do you trust me?"

Jen gave him a small, hesitant smile and nodded.

"Everything is going to be fine," Justin said putting on a brave face, all the while he was wondering exactly how he was going to keep this promise to his wife. He groaned inwardly, realizing that he wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't trying to convince himself, as well as Jen, that everything would work out.

As time rolled on and life continued outside the prison, the hours seemed to meld together into an endless blur. Justin had stopped checking his watch a long time ago; instead finding he could pass the time by counting the number of stones on the ceiling. Though this was rather dull business, it helped keep his mind off the headache, especially since Jen had somehow found a way to fall asleep on the hard ground.

It was dark and dank down here with only a few torches to light the corridor between the rows of largely empty cells. Justin had noted on their way down that some of the occupants looked as though they'd been there for months with their severely overgrown hair and the gauntness of their faces.

'Who knows how long we'll be here,' he thought with despair, his earlier courage escaping him. He looked over to where Jen lay, watching the subtle rise and fall of her back as she slept and he suddenly he was filled with a newfound determination, stronger than ever before, that he wasn't going to let her waste away in here.

Just then, he heard voices and the screeching sound of a swinging door echoing off the walls.

"Leave us," said one of the voices, a man's voice, and soon Justin heard two sets of footsteps making their way down into the dungeon. He got up from where he was lying on the ground and stood near the bars of his cell, waiting.

The noise woke Jen from her light sleep and she stirred, looking up at him with questioning eyes.

"What's going on?" she whispered but all Justin could do was shake his head; he was just as clueless as she was.

The footsteps rung louder as their visitors approached and in the dimness of the light, Justin could vaguely make out the silhouettes of a man and a woman with long, flowing skirts.

"Aragorn," he whispered in wonder, recognizing the man's features as those of the King.

"You know my name," the King said, seemingly unsurprised. Beside him, Arwen observed the two prisoners with great interest.

"The Captain of the citadel guard relayed your unusual tale to us," continued Aragorn, coming to stand in between Jen and Justin's cells, "That you claimed to come from another world and I found this intriguing because it is a tale that we've heard before."

"Maya," said Jen, getting to her feet and slowly approaching the bars.

"Yes," said Arwen, "Then you are also from Earth?"

Justin nodded, "We're friends of hers, and more recently Legolas. I'm Justin, and this is my wife, Jen," he said pointing to her.

"Maya has spoken of you both so frequently, I feel as though we are already acquainted," the Queen said softly and Jen thought her smile could light up even the darkness of the dungeon, "But tell us, how did you come to Middle Earth? Mithrandir said the portal was a black stone from Orthanc. He's had possession of it since Maya and Legolas arrived."

"Apparently, it wasn't the only portal," said Justin, "We know a man who studies these things back home and he had a mithril dagger in his collection. Turns out that was also a gateway between our two worlds."

"That explains the dagger business, then. I must say, you gave that servant girl quite a fright" said Aragorn and when she heard him laugh, Jen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, we tried explaining this to your guards but they didn't believe us," she said, "Not that I blame them…it sounds ridiculous."

"We know very well you haven't done what you are accused of. We had our suspicions that you were telling the truth when the Captain told us of the unusual couple he found in one of the chambermaids' quarters and so we came to see for ourselves. It appears that we were right," said Arwen, smiling.

Aragorn took a large set of keys that he'd borrowed from the Captain and unlocked both Jen and Justin's cells.

Jen breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed open the gate and walked out to join her husband, "We can't thank you enough," she said, "We came Middle Earth to find Maya and Legolas but we had no idea where we were and then the guards came in…it all just happened so fast!"

Justin put his arm around her and kissed her forehead, "It's okay, we're fine now," he said before turning to the King and Queen, "Where can we find Maya and Legolas? Are they still in Ithilien?"

"They have not been in Ithilien for many months now but I have heard from my Steward that Maya and Legolas are journeying back from Eryn Lasgalen," replied Aragorn, "She is expecting and they wished to return for the birth of the child."

Jen's eyes widened, "The child? Holy cow...she's pregnant already?" she remembered what Maya had told her about Estë visiting in Central Park and the vision of her and Legolas' son. As happy as she was, Jen hadn't expected it all to happen so soon.

"Man…Legolas doesn't waste any time does he?" Justin remarked, eliciting laughter from Arwen and Aragorn.

"It seems he does not," said the King. His eyes came to rest on Jen's sling, and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern, "You were injured? If the guards have mistreated you-"

"No, it was from when we crossed the portal. I smacked my arm on the stone floor in the maid's chamber."

Aragorn proceeded to examine her arm and nodded, "It is broken," he said, "I will arrange with Faramir to have you settled in Emyn Arnen so that you may wait for Maya and Legolas. Until that time, I will have you escorted to the halls of healing, we will also ensure that you are both clothed and lodged and tonight you will dine with us."

"Thank you, we owe you both a huge debt for this," said Justin, bowing low. Beside him, Jen attempted a curtsy but this was rather difficult when one was wearing pumps.

Arwen shook her head, "Rise, my friends. There is no need for formalities nor do you owe us any debt. Come, let us leave the darkness of these halls, you must both be weary."

Justin laced his fingers with Jen's and they followed the King and Queen out of the dungeons. As they walked through the dungeon gate, Jen stuck her tongue out at one of the guards; a small victory for the way they'd been treated and the endless hours in that cell.

"I am afraid I have exhausted Maya with my endless questioning about your world but I still find myself quite fascinated, so I hope that you do not mind," said Aragorn.

Justin simply smirked, "Not at all, wait till I tell you about this thing called Xbox."

... ...

Maya stared longingly out of the small windows of the coach. They'd left Eryn Lasgalen just over two weeks ago, travelling along the Anduin river and it had been a painfully slow journey because Maya's pregnancy made it dangerous for her to ride her own horse. As as result, she'd had to sit in the coach with Belwen – who drove her absolutely insane – while Legolas rode his mount alongside the escort of elven guards.

The ground along the riverbank was as smooth as one could hope for but the carriage still bounced up and down to the point where Maya's butt almost hurt worse than the first time she'd ridden a horse.

She shifted uncomfortably as she tore her eyes from the green of the forests and went back to reading her copy of the Red Book of Westmarch, which Frodo had given to her as a wedding gift. She couldn't help but admire it; stitched with a beautiful leather binding and the illustrations all drawn by hand, it was something she would treasure for the rest of her days.

By now, Frodo and Bilbo, along with Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood and finally, Lord Elrond had sailed to the Undying Lands and the thought was saddening but Maya knew she would see them all again.

"This will be yours one day," she said, running her hand over the book again and while the other rested on her belly. The baby had been unusually quiet today, whereas normally he was kicking up a storm. One time when she was sitting at her desk the baby had kicked so hard, he'd actually hit the drawer and it had scared the living daylights out of Maya who'd never thought an unborn baby could move so much.

"Things are going to be very different once the child arrives," said Belwen.

"To be honest, as happy as I am, I'm still a bit scared," she said looking up at the elleth, "What if I don't make a good mother? I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby."

The elleth shook her head in dismissal. "Tis an anxiety that most mothers are faced with when they give birth to their first child. You will not be an expert on your first day but you will learn."

'I hope so' Maya thought as she attempted to concentrate on her reading. No matter what position she chose, her body was in extreme discomfort right down to her lower back where the pain had become more pronounced in the last few days.

... ...

After several hours of traveling and trying – but failing – to nap, the back pain was worse than ever and she began to feel a pang in her abdomen that rivalled her worst period cramps.

Maya gasped as she felt the spasm going through her belly all the way to her back and Belwen looked up from her book in concern.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, placing her book beside her.

"I don't know," said Maya, wincing as she rode through the pain, "It's not unbearable but it hurts."

Belwen moved beside her and placed her hand on Maya's belly. Just as she'd suspected, it was hard and hung quite a bit lower than it had throughout the course of her pregnancy.

"The baby is coming," she announced with a calmness that somehow only managed to make Maya nervous, "He is ready."

"What?" Maya's eyes widened at the thought, "But I'm not ready! We're still on the road! Are you sure this isn't a practice run or something? Maybe I'm not actually giving birth yet, these might be fake contractions."

Belwen shook her head as the Princess babbled on. "These are not 'fake' contractions. Your abdomen is hard, Maya, and you are carrying much lower which means that the child is making ready to be born. Whether you feel that you are prepared or not, he is coming," she explained.

The elleth was trying to be as comforting as she could but all Maya could do was freak out.

"How do you expect me to give birth right now? We're in a coach!"

"Relax and take a deep breath, I will stop the coach and we will proceed from there," said Belwen. She poked her head out the window and order the driver to stop.

Maya felt the wheels coming to a halt and Belwen came back to check on her.

"Come, you need to walk. It will help progress your labour."

As counter-intuitive as that sounded, Maya decided that Belwen probably knew what was best and she allowed the elleth to help her out of the coach.

When her feet touched the ground, she saw Legolas riding towards them, a look of concern on his face and Mithrin ran up beside him, his grey fur blowing in the wind.

"What's happened?" he called out, bringing his horse to a stop and dismounting, "Why have we stopped?"

He saw the nervous look on Maya's face and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Meleth, is everything alright?"

"The baby's coming," she said, her heart was beating so fast that she felt like it would burst from her chest.

"Now?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Yes, now!" Maya said impatiently.

Legolas swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, "I will have the guards make camp and then we can see to your comfort."

His stomach was in knots and immediately a hundred thoughts ran through his head. He was going to be a father soon and that realization made his heart swell but then he realized he hadn't a clue how to deal with his wife giving birth. Was he just supposed to sit there or was he supposed to do something?

Belwen eased his mind and nodded her approval. "Yes, making camp is a good start, there will no more traveling today," she said, "Her contractions are still too far apart for her to begin pushing, this may take several hours."

The Prince was about to leave to give the orders to the guards, but Maya's hand held him back.

"Don't go," her eyes pleaded with him not to leave her. She'd never been good with pain and now she was about to go through what many women described as the worst pain of their lives. This was new and scary and all she wanted was for her husband to hold her, for them to go through this together.

Legolas pulled her into his arms and held her tight, feeling her tremble.

"I will see to the making of the camp and then I promise I won't leave your side," he said, kissing her crown.

He pulled away reluctantly and Maya watched him call out orders to the rest of the party. She felt another pain in her abdomen and her instinct was to double over, despite the size of her belly making it near impossible.

Mithrin came up beside her and began to lick her hand. This was going to be a long day...

... ...

"It hurts so bad," she groaned as she felt another contraction. Legolas sat at her bedside, letting her squeeze his hand as hard as she wanted to. Watching her writhe in pain while he was completely powerless to help her was the hardest part of all.

They'd quickly made camp by the riverbank and Belwen had escorted Maya to the tent to make herself comfortable. After a few hours, Maya's water broke and the contractions increased in their intensity and frequency.

Belwen checked on her regularly to see how she was progressing and Legolas was grateful that the elleth had decided to take charge of the situation.

"I've delivered many elflings before, you can place your full confidence in me," she'd said to ease his mind, "Right now, Maya needs to draw upon your strength, this is going to be a trying birth."

And that was exactly what he'd done; he'd let her squeeze his hand, whispered soothing words and told her he loved her but every time she cried out in pain, it all seemed for naught.

Outside, they could hear the distressed howling of a wolf, followed by the angry shouts of annoyed guards. Mithrin had been allowed in the tent until his whining had begun to distract Belwen and so he was sent outside to wait until the baby was born.

"I don't think I can do this," whimpered Maya, her fingernails digging into Legolas' hand.

"You can. I am right here and we will do this together," he soothed, "You are doing wonderfully."

He kissed Maya's dampened forehead, hoping that he sounded more courageous than he felt. Belwen came to check on Maya once more and when he saw the small tears welling in his wife's eyes, he knew that he needed to push all of his worries aside and be strong for her.

Looking into the eyes of his son for the first time would change everything and he knew that despite his nerves, it would be the happiest moment of his life.

The hours seemed to fade and time meant absolutely nothing to Maya as one contraction followed another. The pain was so bad now that she could barely speak or form a coherent thought and at this point, she wished that they would just knock her out.

"Why can't you people have epidurals!?" she cried out, on the verge of tears as she rode through another contraction.

Maya had no idea how long she'd been in labour but it seemed never ending. Every time, Belwen checked her, she wasn't dilated enough to push and there was absolutely nothing anyone could do to ease her pain. Beside her, Legolas continued to whisper words of encouragement, letting her hold his hand and if her nails were hurting him, he never said so.

... ...

"You are ready to start pushing, Maya," Belwen said several hours later.

Maya nodded weakly and pushed with all the strength she had, crying out in pain.

"I can't," she said as she collapsed on the bed, tears running down her cheeks, "It hurts so much. I swear I am never going to bed with you again, Legolas Thranduilion!"

"Do not trouble yourself, she doesn't really mean it," said Belwen, when she registered the look of surprise on the Prince's face, "You are lucky that this is rather tame compared to some births I have assisted with."

The elleth came to sit on the other side of the bed and put a moist cloth to the Princess' forehead.

"Take a deep breath," she coached, taking Maya's other hand, "And then you are going to push. Rest if you need to but we are going to see this through."

Maya shook her head stubbornly as tears continued to fall.

"This baby is coming," Belwen said sternly, "You must push."

Soon Maya's cries of pain echoed throughout the tent as she continued to push but after a few moments, she found she had no strength left in her.

"I'm so tired," she whispered wearily, when Belwen told her to push a few more times. Maya felt Legolas cup her face and she looked up into his blue eyes, filled with love for her and the little life they had created together.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead, "You're almost there."

Maya drew on his strength as well as every last bit of willpower she possessed and taking a deep breath, she pushed until her cries were joined by those of a baby.

She collapsed, exhausted but completely mesmerized as she watched Belwen take her son to be cleaned. As she heard the tiny cries, Maya's eyes welled with tears.

Legolas leaned over and lovingly kissed her lips, caressing her face and making no effort to hide his own tears. He pulled the blankets up around Maya and they held each other for a long moment.

"You were wonderful," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Maya smiled and traced the outline of his face, "I love you."

Soon, Belwen returned holding a small bundle in her arms. She smiled fondly at the new parents, handing the little elfling to his mother. The baby had been whimpering in her arms but as soon as Maya held him, he began to settle.

"Someone wished to see his nana," said the elleth, "Congratulations, he is beautiful."

Maya gazed down at her son and immediately knew what it was like to fall in love at first sight. He was perfect from his little hands and feet to the small pointed ears that he'd inherited from his father.

"He's so tiny," she said, taking the little hand in hers and fighting not to burst into tears anew.

After a few moments, Maya looked up at Legolas who was gazing fondly at them. They shared a smile and she rested her head against his chest, allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

They'd come such a long way from meeting that fateful night in her apartment and though the road hadn't been an easy one, it was this moment with the man she loved and their son that made every struggle and every hardship worth it.

"I think he wants to see his dad," Maya said and she noticed that the Prince almost seemed afraid when he took the little bundle in his arms. It was only when he held him that Legolas realized how fragile and small the baby was and he knew from the moment he saw little Erynion that, save for his wife, he'd never loved anyone so deeply.

"I love you, little one," he said softly as the little elfling looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. He kissed his son's small head of blonde curls and began to whisper tender words to him in elvish.

"What are you going to name him?" asked Belwen, watching as the new family remained absorbed in their own little world.

"Erynion," Maya said, staring up at her husband with a love that knew no bounds. Legolas placed his hand under her chin and kissed her deeply. He felt truly blessed and as he looked down upon the little elfling who'd fallen asleep in his arms, he said a silent prayer of gratitude to Estë.

When Legolas could bear to leave his wife and son for a few moments, he walked out of the tent and looked up at the moon sitting high in the sky, bathing the world in it's soft, iridescent glow. Mithrin was waiting outside the tent, lying on the ground, and he raised his head as the Prince came to kneel before him.

"You have been very patient, my friend," he said, patting the wolf's head, "Maya and the little one are doing well and we thought that you might like to meet the newest member of our family."

Mithrin immediately rose to his feet and his tail began to wag excitedly, eliciting a small chuckle from Legolas.

"But you must be careful, he is small and very fragile," the Prince warned, but he had no doubt that Mithrin would use the utmost caution when meeting little Eryn.

When they entered the tent together, Maya was learning how to breastfeed the baby. She looked up as she heard the flap of the tent and saw Mithrin sitting dutifully at her husband's feet.

"Someone is here to see you," Legolas said, smiling. He looked down at the wolf, who was staring up at him, "Go on."

"Come on, boy," encouraged Maya and Mithrin slowly made his way to the bedside, looking curiously at the small bundle in her arms.

He began to sniff the baby and Eryn simply stared, wide eyed, as the large animal examined him. After a few moments, the elfling raised a tiny hand up to touch Mithrin's whiskers and the wolf gently licked his fingers

Legolas came to sit next to Maya on the bed and she rested her head on his shoulder, watching as the lifelong bond between little Eryn and his guardian was forged.

... ...

meleth – love

nana – mommy

A/N: So I haven't written many childbirth scenes, though I hope I did an alright job with this one.

Let's see how many 'awws' I can get for Eryn. Because god knows we've all been waiting for him long enough :p Also Jen and Justin have already managed to get into trouble after five minutes, luckily Aragorn and Arwen were there to save the day. Won't be long now till our heroine finds out her best friends are also in Middle Earth ;)

Anyway, I'm really looking forward to hearing your thoughts, as usual so please review!

They make my day!

Also, check out these awesome stories: Reflections: Beginnings and Reflections: Family by KD Skywalker and Wanderlust by Raider-K.