Past Lives, Present Futures
Chapter 1:
"Aine! Aine!" Selene's musical voice yelled as she ran towards their small home.
Aine appeared in the doorway running a hand over her widened belly. Her blonde hair swept behind her as she waddled down the stone steps coming to stand in front of her lover who skidded to a stop before her.
"What is it Selene?" Aine reached out with a tender hand cupping her wife's pale cheek as tears began to flow from her bright blue grey eyes.
"You have to leave. Now," Selene touched her wife's tanned hand leaning into the touch.
"What are you talking about?" Aine's brow wrinkled as she stared at her wife.
"The baby, I've had a vision." Selene frowned as Aine smiled.
"Your visions aren't always accurate my love."
"They are possibilities. Aine we can't take the risk. Not with our son."
"Yes they are possibilities. Just that nothing is going to happen Selene. I promise. We'll be fine." Aine smiled at her as she stepped back. "Now come inside and help me move the table. I don't like where it's sitting."
Selene frowned but nodded, her black hair catching in the wind as it picked up blowing the scents of market around them. Humans are strange to the two of them but this was the world they met in and this was the world they had chosen to raise their family in. The Enchanted Forest was beautiful, the seasons weren't too trying and everything was plentiful. It was different from Underhill but still a beautiful place that they both enjoyed immensely.
"Aine promise me you'll listen to what I have to say."
Aine smiled, her brown eyes crinkling at the corner, "I promise but I'm not leaving you here alone."
Selene's mouth opened, red lips parting to argue but Aine silenced her by laying her finger to her lips. "I'm not leaving you." She repeated.
"Aine, if you don't leave me here you could die. Our son could die." Selene cried out as Aine removed her finger and turned away waddling back to the stairs.
"And if I leave I won't be able to come back. Selene we're both dead if we return to Underhill." Aine turned to face her at the door. "Even if I were to go back there and give birth to our son it wouldn't matter. We will still die."
"You wouldn't be in this position if not for me." Selene said softly as she laid her hand on her wife's tense lower back.
"And we have had this discussion before Selene. I'm not leaving you. Underhill isn't an option."
"Aine you don't have your powers here. Neither of us do. Underhill has the protection you'll need and the magic you'll require to have our son."
"Selene it's not happening." Aine held up a hand, the candlelight caught the simple gold band on her ring finger.
"Aine will you please consider it at least? If I don't go with you Underhill will welcome you back and you can leave as soon as you are strong enough with our son and come back to me." Selene's blue eyes bore into Aine's rich brown.
Aine shook her head, "No Selene. I'm not going to leave you. That's final. Now are you going to help me." Aine motioned to the table.
Selene frowned but nodded, "I wish you would listen to me Aine."
"I am listening Selene but I won't leave you. Our son will be born in the Enchanted forest and we are going to live happily ever after. The three of us," Aine smiled and Selene felt her stomach flutter.
Aine had always had this effect on her ever since they had first met. She figured the beautiful woman always would.
They were so different from one another day and night truly. Where Aine was all warm golden skin and bright blonde hair with honey touched brown eyes Selene was pale with bright blue grey eyes like the sky at nightfall with dark waves of jet black hair that fell to her waist. They so closely resembled the sun and moon it was strange to everyone who had previously known them to know they were together.
"All right Aine, I believe you but the moment I believe things aren't going well I want you to return to Underhill."
"I can agree to that." Aine smiled at her wife. "Now help me move the table."
"You really shouldn't be picking things up in your condition." Selene admonished which made Aine laugh the bell-like sound again making Selene's heart flutter.
"I'll be all right my love I promise."
Emma jerked awake staring up at the ceiling in her room for a moment uncomprehendingly. Where was Selene? This wasn't their home was it? Then she shook her head and lifted her hand to her head. What the hell was she thinking? She was Emma Swan, Sheriff of Storybrooke, arch nemesis of Mayor Regina Mills.
She sat up in bed the thick comforter spilling into her lap. She pushed back blonde curls frowning when the light from through the sheer curtains Mary Margaret had hung that she'd never bothered to get rid of shone through and caught her hair. She frowned it was the same shade as Aine's. How strange to see such a connection to someone she had no idea about. She forced herself to her feet and moved towards her closet digging around for a sweater and a pair of her tight jeans which she knew she'd thrown over into the closet last night when she'd come to bed but now in the light of day she couldn't seem to find the damn things.
She started throwing random things out a boot, followed by one black high heeled pump, then her blue leather jacket, then a random t-shirt and finally successful her jeans.
"Oh my Emma what are you doing?" Mary Margaret gasped as she couldn't see her roommate but she could see her things flying every which way.
"Eh?" Emma popped out and shrugged, "I couldn't find my jeans."
Mary tried not to laugh at the disheveled sight of her roommate. Emma grinned sheepishly as Mary walked past her plucking the random garments off the floor and putting them in the unused laundry hamper. Emma stood up not at all ashamed that her roommate was seeing her in her white tank top and panties combo. She pulled on her jeans though and walked back into her closet pulling out her forest green sweater. It was getting too cold to wear tank tops anymore and even her trusty leather jackets were being retired because of it.
She put her back to Mary walked over to the chest of drawers and digging a bra out before pulling off her tank top and sliding the straps of the on. She pulled her sweater over her head pleased and tugged her hair from the back of the sweater.
"What's on your agenda today?" Emma asked even as she walked past Mary out into the hall to go to the bathroom so she could brush her hair.
"Just school and grading papers you," Mary asked even as she made her way downstairs to fix Emma some hot chocolate along with her own.
"Just trying to act busy and keep my head down so Regina won't snap it off." They both shook their heads so strangely in tune with one another it was hard for anyone that didn't know them to believe they weren't related.
"Oh thanks." Emma picked up the mug as soon as she came down the stairs hopping into her boots along the way. Really it was a miracle she didn't fall.
"You're welcome." Mary smiled at her, green eyes sparkling as she walked over to the beaten up table and lifted her school bag. "I'm going to take off. You'd best do the same or you're going to be late."
"What are you my mother?" Emma groaned but did as she was told grabbing her keys and jacket and heading out the door after Mary.
Regina jerked awake staring around the room in confusion. Where was Aine? She wondered not realizing how her thoughts were so parallel to her arch nemesis. She looked around and blinked taking stock before shaking her head. What on earth was that? She'd never had a dream like that before. She sighed it must've been the gin she'd drank last night. Or maybe she'd eaten something strange but that didn't seem to be the case. She'd made a simple dinner last night nothing strange or out of the ordinary. She got up knowing she was running a bit late for her tastes but for the rest of the world she'd be right on time.
Her feet touched the cool white carpet as she felt the white sheets catch on her grey silk nightgown. She didn't hesitate to slide the rich fabric down and hang it neatly on the back of the doorway before slipping into her closet to get what she needed to get ready for the day.
She set her pumps by the door and made her way into the bathroom hanging her clothes up on the back of the door before moving to start her every day ritual. It took a bit of flat ironing to get her shorn locks to flip out just the way she liked them to but once they did she was able to put on her make-up and get dressed in a deep crimson colored blouse and a tight black pencil skirt. Jacket thrown over her arm she walked downstairs calling to her wayward son to finish getting ready as she stepped into the foyer and through the dining room heading for the kitchen to pack Henry's lunch. She didn't want him eating school food, it wasn't healthy and had way too many calories.
It didn't take much to pack up Henry's Tron lunchbox and get her own cup of coffee in its warming silver to go mug before they were both heading out the door towards Regina's black Mercedes. She waved at her son when she dropped him off but he merely rolled his eyes and shot away from the car. She frowned before putting the car into gear and taking off. She didn't know what to do about Henry, every time she tried to do right by him he always thought she had other motivations and refused to have anything to do with her. She sighed turning down the road away from the school and heading towards City Hall. She had work to do. She'd just ignore the small part of herself that wanted to know about the dream she'd had.
Author's Ending Notes: And I'm back guys. This little sucker popped into my head at work yesterday and wouldn't leave me alone until it got written. For those that are waiting on Child of Destiny I'm sorry it is being worked on. The chapter is started I just gotta find the time to write it out fully. I know where it's going. Anyways as always please please please let me know what you think of it. I know it's a bit confusing paralleling the two as I am but all will be revealed gradually over time. I promise. Until next time! ~ Bella