Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the plot is the only thing that's mine, as well as any Oc's.

I could feel myself choking, a pressure lodged in my throat as I struggled to breathe around it. A cool, soothing hand pressed against my throat as the thing was pulled out, I lay gasping for breath as that soothing hand ran down my throat to my chest. I could hear voices but they were too far away to make out, and when I opened my eyes I quickly closed it as my head spun. The cool, soothing hand moved to my head and I was quickly lulled into sleep.

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I awoke to a private hospital room with a beeping heart monitor attached to me, a headache forming at the back of my skull as an onslaught of memories, emotions and thoughts pressed themselves into my mind. I closed my eyes to sort through it all, my name is—was, Marina, a 43 year old divorced house wife with a douche bag for an ex-husband and gossipy friends. But I was also Uchiha Mikoto, a 27 year old young woman married to a domineering man with a title not rightfully his and a mother to a five year old child. I don't know how it happened but I now had the memory of a life that was not so great, stuffed into a new body of a recently deceased woman who died while bringing her second child into the world, and from the memories fliting in my head, in a completely different world to the one I'd left behind.

"Uchiha-sama! I'll get the medic!"

I watched a young nurse run out the door to most likely do as she'd said, and turned my thoughts back inward to contemplate my situatuon.

I gazed down at my hands and my heart rate accelerated as I gazed at the unfamiliar hands in front of me, these were not my hands, they were too pale, too delicate, with elegant fingers and very soft palms—a kunoichi must not appear as such, we must be easily moldable, undetectable—compared to my previously bronze, calloused palms.

"I'm glad to see you've awoken Uchiha-sama"

I looked up at the unfamiliar voice and blinked at the woman professionally dressed in what my new memories told me were equivalent to a doctor's lab coat in this world, she had orange hair, actual orange not the reddish kind redheads usually had, and it looked natural, this really wasn't my world.

"Are you feeling dizzy, nauseous or in pain? You were comatose for two weeks and you couldn't breathe on your own, you had to be put on nutrients and vitamins through liquids."

I cleared my throat and the doc-medic—Mina-sensei—passed me a glass of water and I greedily drank every drop, sighing in relief as the cool, soothing liquid slid down my throat. I set down the glass before relaxing into the bed as the medic pulled out a pen and flipped to a blank page on her clipboard in preparation.

"My head hurts, and my eyes are throbbing, but I feel fine, just a dull ache in my pelvis"

Mina-sensei nodded in understanding as she took notes before asking me some other questions and checking my pupils. "Everything seems fine, I'll just heal you up and inform your family that your awake, though if you start feeling tired you must rest immediately. Your baby is also fine, we only had some manageable difficulties, but he's in the children's ward and will soon be brought in here."

I'd forgotten about the baby though, so I could only nod as the medic's hands glowed green with a soothing energy—chakra—that she ran down my entire body, and as her hands moved my aches healed. I gazed down at her hands in awe at the magic of what she had accomplished, I wish I could do that —you can—

I blinked at the thought and brought up my palm as the medic left and focused on the sluggish feeling centered in my stomach, it took no thought at all for my hand to glow green with the same chakra as the medic had and I let it dissipate as quickly as it came. I leaned back and became lost in thought once more.

A knock sounded before a nurse walked in, a small blue wrapped bundle held carefully in her arms as another nurse followed behind her with a bassinet that she set up next to my bed. The first nurse was about to lay the baby in the bassinet but anxiety filled me, "I want to hold him"

The nurse paused and smiled gently before moving to me and holding him out to me, I carefully accepted the child, gently rocking him instinctually as this body had done to the first child, I peered into the bundled blanket and felt a great relief and love overcome me as my son's face was revealed to me.

He had a tuft of thick blue tinted black hair, soft chubby cheeks and small hands, he suckled on a finger as he slept and shifted closer to my body heat. I stayed like that for what felt like hours while the nurses left and I only reluctantly dropped him in his bassinet when a nurse brought in my lunch. It was after breastfeeding him for the first time that another knock rang and in walked my husband with my older son.

Uchiha Fugaku was a hard, arrogant man who was as selfish as he was pompous. His face was set in a cold expression as he looked me over without a word and then did the same to the baby, he grunted before settling into a seat as Itachi walked to the side of the bed.

Itachi was a lovely looking child with compassionate obsidian eyes, and an inquisitive mind. He peered now into his brother's face with awe in his eyes and the baby watched him curiously as well.

"Do you have a name for him yet?" He had asked to be the one to name the child, after all.

Itachi nodded as I arranged the baby into his arms for him to hold, unconditional love reflected in his eyes as he gently held the gurgling baby. "Hai Kaa-sama, Uchiha Sasuke, after the third Hokage's father, so he grows up strong and brave"

I gazed at this child that both was and wasn't my son and felt a love for him grow fierce in my heart. I may not be the mother he knew, but I'd do my very best to be the best I possibly could for him.

My gazed moved to the reserved man who sat watching us with calculating eyes.

"Do you want to hold your son Fugaku?"

He turned dispassionate eyes to me with a casual glance, "hmn"

I scoffed at his dismissal and he immediately narrowed dark brown eyes onto me. I ignored him and gazed down at my children with newfound determination as I sorted through my options with assistance from this–my body's memories. Yes, I would do right by my sons.

A/N: Hey! What did you think? I've been swimming in ideas and this is just one of many to (hopefully) come.

~ Violent Scribbler