Prologue

Summer, A.C. 205, Glastonbury, England

A young man wanders through the streets of a run down district in the city. Bars and vendors of all types -some of which one wouldn't want to eat at- line the streets. Young people milling about as some venture from one location another. The stench of rain, booze, pot and food mingling in the air. He hears a woman's voice - a fortune teller calling to him from her booth. He's bored and she's a looker so he decides to get his Tarot cards read. She lures him into her tent and reads his cards. She deduces that he has suffered much in his short life, half of which he can't remember, and he yearns for a lost love who chased a spectre of her past, and succumbed to her own demons. She then charges him twenty pounds for the reading and offers him sex if he's willing to pay more. He declines, stating that he's never had to pay for sex.

He ambles into another bar, but not before stopping to purchases and take a mind-altering drug -acid- from someone standing just outside the bar. Stepping inside he surveys the room for possibilities, someone to give him a release he won't have to pay for. His eyes land on a slim, scantily-clad blonde, who on the dance floor. Her body swaying slowly and sensually while she sings along to the song. -A song he knows all too well.- Something in her graceful, fluid movements captures his attention, as their eyes lock for a moment. A memory of the woman he once loved surfaces.

The drug starts working overtime, enough for him to start walking towards her. He joins the mystery woman on the dance floor, the lights are low causing him to have trouble discerning her features, although from what he can see, she's pretty enough, and that's enough for him. She asks him to dance as a new song starts to play. It's not his favorite activity; he much prefers what dancing leads to, but he agrees anyway. They move together and in the low lighting and under the influence, they start getting handsy before leaving the bar together. Walking arm and arm through the streets, he notices she's wearing a crop top and short-shorts and black boots, her medium-length -fake- blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and he decides that in the moonlight, she looks even prettier.

She leads him to a motel, the same one he's staying at. Once inside, they start kissing and things quickly escalate. As they undress he thinks her body seems familiar, although he wonders if the drug is supplanting her true form in his mind - perhaps she's less attractive than he thinks, so his mind is conjuring up a familiar image to placate him into performing for her. But as they continue, he becomes convinced that he does, in fact, know her, and they have done this before.

They had already agreed not to exchange names, but the familiarity of her body is gnawing at his mind. But he looks in her face and decides he's never seen her before, but then he wonders what she must look like, under all her makeup. He suggests they shower together. She agrees and they head to the bathroom to shower. With the light illuminating them, he gets a better look at her, and after she's rinsed all the makeup from her face, he is convinced that she is, in fact, exactly who he suspected she was.

Which is impossible, because she's supposed to be dead.

His mind races, trying to piece together what's in front of him. He wonders just how powerful a drug he was given. Maybe it was laced with other things because clearly, he's hallucinating. In his panic he blurts her name. The woman pauses before responding with a laugh, wondering what he's on, exactly, and if he has any more of it because, "If we're going to do this, I think I need to be on your level."

He tries to explain himself back in the room, but she questions why he keeps bringing up the name of a dead girl, and tells him she is only there to have fun. She tells him she's still down to keep going, even if he's clearly insane. He wonders why, if she thinks he's so crazy, she would want to sleep with him; she responds with a "why wouldn't I?" The spell is momentarily broken and he's back to being a lascivious guy, with a naked woman before him. He picks her up and carries to her to the bed, and proceeds to make love to her, all the while thanking all the deities he can think of for either giving him a second chance with the woman he lost, or finding him a convincing lookalike.

She offers to let him stay the night. That rule broken, he asks for her name, but she refuses. He asks if she'd care to see him again after tonight. She asks why he called her by the name of a dead woman again. -While they were making love.- He returns her question with one of his own. She stares at him, almost glaring at him with her light blue eyes. Eyes that should be a deep shade of blue. She tells him she's not this "Serena" girl and if he wants to fuck again he needs to stop calling her by that. He tries once last time for her name. This time she responds with just a simple answer. "Isabella." The drugs and booze take hold and he falls asleep in the woman's bed. He wakes to find her gone. Not even a single note left behind. The keys to the room laid out on the desk on the opposite side of the room.

Trowa looked around the room, remembering what had transpired the night before. A memory of what possibly could have been her. But Serena was dead. He had watched her die. Replaying the video over and over again in his mind until he had made himself sick. He didn't want to believe it, couldn't believe it, but in the end he had to accept the fact that she was gone. At the time it had felt like the universe was telling him it was never meant to be. That they had been doomed from the start and it was just mocking him for falling for a woman like her. That he could never truly have her. Her life had been stolen, -their life stolen,- by the selfish act of twisted and deranged mind.

Trowa was put on a mandatory leave after. -Mainly due to his erratic behavior.- He was told to spend some time away from the city, to take a vacation. Clear his mind and have the time to grieve. But none of it mattered. It didn't matter how many times he tried to drown his own thoughts and feelings, she still haunted him. Just like the mysterious Isabella would.

A/N

I'm back! :-D

To those of you returning, welcome back! This is the sequel to TC and I hope you're all ready for a wild ride! For those of you who have not read When The Tides Change, I recommend that you do or you may not fully understand what is going on in this story.

First and foremost, I want to thank Relena for President for this lovely prologue that she let me adapt to fit my sequel. I really cannot thank you enough!

As you can see this story is going to be slightly different from TC. While I'm not going to give away too many secrets, I think I can at least say that I definitely dropped a bomb here... This story will include everything that TC had as well as flashbacks. There will be dates in this story and I make sure to clearly state when it's the present and when it is the past. This story will pick up right where TC left off. Chapters will be updated at random. Apologize to those who followed TC, and knew that I was working hard to post weekly updates. Unfortunately due to life lol, I cannot guarantee a weekly update for this story. As some of you may know, I have a daughter and my only free time currently is at night, in which I try to spend writing. If you wish to follow FC, go ahead and click that follow button! You'll get the email each and every time I update. (Unless FF has some weird issue and doesn't send them out!)

Until next time! Which wont be too long. Chapter One will be on its way soon. ;)

-MM