Disclaimer: I own nothing. I really liked Mirabel and Bruno as character, so this is a little what if they weren't related in any way, at all, kind of thing. All the Spanish is translated to the best of my ability at the bottom. Warning, the best of my ability is google, and sixth grade Spanish. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

Was I really going to do this? I swallowed nervously. It had been a long time since I had ventured out of the walls of Casita, hiding inside and unseen… but to leave the house altogether? It seemed foolish. Hernando could go. He was brave like that. I knew staying here wasn't an option, because if I did that… I didn't often have unwanted visions anymore. Ever since I saw the fracturing of mi familia, and had left they had dwindled as I had actively stopped seeking them out. This had hit me with all of the force of one of mi hermana's hurricanes. A girl. A curly haired, bespeckled girl, with embroidery in every colour covering her clothes like some kind of rainbow butterfly. Like mi mariposita, and I froze as the endearment flowed through my mind. Oh Dios. That was… that was a thought, I decided. Resolute in not committing to anything.

"Mierda," I muttered somewhat venomously. Now I had to go. I couldn't leave her to her fate now. A person who wasn't a Madrigal with a gift? My Mami would revolte. As polite as she would be superficially, she would never trust her. Never trust her, and yet seek to tie her to the family at any means possible. I winced as I remembered the way I had seen my mother push her towards my eldest and only Sobrino of marriageable age, and then when it was clear that neither of them are interested, into integrating into the family in any way possible. I winced again when I realised it was because they were about the same age. If she continued on without intervention she would encounter my family. She would give, and give. Be the support that mi familia needs, and save them from themselves and each other. Until she ran out of things to give, and they still took and took. The most likely future to come from that? She dies at her own hand. To get all of this unasked for? It was… not something that I felt comfortable ignoring.

So I guessed that I was really going. It was the dead of night, and that helped. I snuck out of the walls, and out of Casitia as quickly as I could. The house threatened to throw a fit, until I hissed at it that I was coming back. I was just picking up something important. There was a moment, where I was being judged for my truthfulness by a house, and finally they let me go. I sprinted into the dark. Heart hammering in my chest so loud that I was sure that my Sobrina Dolores could hear it. It didn't take me long to find her. She was at the edge of the Encanto. Near the river where my Papi sacrificed himself for us, we got our so-called miracle. It had been a long time since anyone had thought of it as a curse, no matter how hard they wanted to venerate it as a gift.

"Mierda," I swore when I finally caught sight of her. She was unconscious in the glass. Her green glasses were on the floor a short way away from her, and her curls were in a messy tangle across her face. She had blood coming from her stomach, speckled all over her, and coating her hands. She needed Juleita's cooking, but she wasn't awake enough to eat them. I began to panic as I sat down next to her. She was letting out small, shallow breaths, and sounded like she was in pain. Swallowing, I head back to the Casita, with her firmly held in my arms. The house welcomed her like an old friend, and helped us get inside the walls without being detected. I placed her down on the armchair, and pulled out a towel. It was clean, and the rats knew better than to play in things used for food. There was a nasty slice, deep in the side of her abdomen. Blood poured from it when the fabric was lifted from it.

"Ay-ay-ay," I exclaimed, eyes widening. Let out a small wounded noise as I clamped the towel over it. I had something for her to eat to heal, and I saw that she has a future. I merely had to wait for her to wake up… I was not going to handle waiting for her to wake up. It was about now when I noticed that there was blood running down her face. I swallowed nervously, an old habit that came often and I was never really able to kick, and steeled myself. I would have to try to wake her. I feared she would die of blood loss if I didn't. "Hey," I said shaking her gently, "Hey, you need to wake up." I poked at her, and urged her to wake until sleepy snuffles transitioned into groans, and she was actively trying to bat me away. Eyes opened a crack, and glazed.

"No, go way," she mumbled, "Just sleeping now."

"No, no mi carino," I urged her, "You must wake up and eat. It will heal your injuries." She studied my hazily, with eyes that I did not know how they saw. She did not have her glasses on. They rested securely, and heavily in my pocket.

"Then sleep?" she asked, and some part of me melted because it was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. Eyes blinking tiredly, as she fought to focus.

"Yes, mi carino," I promised her.

"Not your sweetheart," she muttered, and some part of me that remembered the fading pieces of the future wanted to downright snarl at that. I wondered if my alarm showed on my face, because I was terrified.

"Then tell me your name?" I asked, waiting with baited breath to find out what this pequeno milagro was called. She hummed, and I almost repeated myself before she could answer. Thinking that she hadn't heard me.

"Mirabel," she said finally, and my heart caught in my chest. Beautiful miracle. Of course. In hindsight, it was a wonder that I thought it could ever be anything else.

"Well, Mira-bel," I said stretching out the name, if only for the privilege of the being able to say it longer, "Eat, and then you may rest again." She ate the aparas straight from my hand. I shivered, because I didn't know what to do with the sweet miracle who trusted me so, and while I was having my own internal deilema, her wounds melted away. Leaving only bloodied stains behind.

"Gracias Senor," she said silkily, sleep clinging to ever syllable. I… oh. I was a selfish old man. A selfish, selfish, old man and I was going to go straight to hell. As guilty as I felt, I knew my family would not destroy her like I had seen them doing. I wanted to stay and watch over her. To be awake when she woke, because I didn't want her to freak out or worse go looking around, but it was like now that she was safe… I could not stay awake if you paid me, and I feel quickly into a sleep of my own. Sitting on the floor near her feet.

Mi familia - my family

Mi Hermana's - My sister's

Mi Mariposita - my little butterfly

Oh Dios - Oh God

Mierda - Shit

Mami - Mum

Sobrino - Nephew

Sobrina - Niece

Ay-ay-ay - oh, oh, oh

Carino - Sweetheart

Pequeno milagro - Little miracle

Gracias Senor - Thank you, sir

Let me know what you think. I have a whole idea of roughly how I want this to go, it's just a matter of getting it to flow.