A/N: OK, I only own Grace. Even though I would love to own Danny, or Josh.
Ya know it wouldn't really matter 'cause they're both so hot. But ya know,
technically, they're the same person, right? OK, sorry. Got a little
carried away there. But read and review people, please.
P.S. Ya know what, Nicci? I never thought of that. But knowing FF, they probably WILL shut down Danny stories soon. Then Sara will have to add a movie section to her web site, and everyone would boycott FF. I can see it now, "Hell no, FF!!" Kay, and that just doesn't work. But you get the general idea.
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Grace tried to press herself back farther into her bedding until she realized she could go back no farther.
'What is going on here? Am I in some kind of weird, twisted nightmare?' she asked herself, narrowing her eyes.
"Grace, sweetie, you need to get up," a perky blond told her, passing by her bed.
"Yeah," Grace whispered back. "Um hey, could you tell me what year it is?"
The blond spun around, crinkling her eyes in confusion. "1941. It's June, 1941," she replied. "Grace, do you feel OK? You look kinda pale."
"Um, I think I'm gonna be sick," Grace replied, and bolted for the room she thought was the bathroom.
Raising her head from the toilet, Grace groaned and pushed her hair back.
'OK, I need to think. June 1941. It's a dream, it's just a dream," she kept repeating to herself. She splashed some cold water on her face and whispered, "Yeah Grace, if it's a dream why can you feel everything? Um, it's a very convincing dream?" Grace continued to argue with herself as she hunted for a towel. Finally locating one, she patted her face and sat down on the toilet, remembering to close the seat first.
She was distracted from her thoughts by a light in the corner of the bathroom. It seemed to glow brighter and brighter until a person suddenly materialized. Grace was confused until she recognized the person.
"Mama?" she asked, feeling the tears starting to prick the back of her eyes. "Mama is that you?"
"Yes Gracie it's me," said the apparition.
"But Mama you died when I was 13. I remember. Do you remember? You had cancer, and I was so scared you would die, and you did and…." She trailed off and took a deep breath. "And now I'm going insane."
"Oh baby," her mother laughed. "I was sent here to explain things to you. You're supposed to be here."
"I'm SUPPOSED to BE here?" Grace exclaimed, then winced, realizing the girls could probably hear her in the other room.
"Yes Gracie, you're supposed to be here. You see, remember when I told you about Pearl Harbor?"
Grace smiled fondly, remembering her mother's stories at bedtime. She nodded, sighing slightly.
"Well remember when I told you that a lot of people died unnecessarily? Well you're here to change some of that. There were some people that weren't supposed to die and you need to stop it from happening. That's all I can tell you for now. Be strong for me ok?"
With that, her mother started to disappear.
"Wait Mama! Wait, I have so many questions for you," cried Grace, reaching out for her mother.
"They will be answered in due time. Be strong for me, baby girl. And remember I am always with you."
And the bathroom went dark again.
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Ok, this may seem a little far-fetched to some, but if you don't like it then don't read it. But believe me when I say that Grace's mother visiting her isn't THAT far-fetched. Stranger things HAVE happened. Anyway, review PLEASE!!!!!
P.S. Ya know what, Nicci? I never thought of that. But knowing FF, they probably WILL shut down Danny stories soon. Then Sara will have to add a movie section to her web site, and everyone would boycott FF. I can see it now, "Hell no, FF!!" Kay, and that just doesn't work. But you get the general idea.
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Grace tried to press herself back farther into her bedding until she realized she could go back no farther.
'What is going on here? Am I in some kind of weird, twisted nightmare?' she asked herself, narrowing her eyes.
"Grace, sweetie, you need to get up," a perky blond told her, passing by her bed.
"Yeah," Grace whispered back. "Um hey, could you tell me what year it is?"
The blond spun around, crinkling her eyes in confusion. "1941. It's June, 1941," she replied. "Grace, do you feel OK? You look kinda pale."
"Um, I think I'm gonna be sick," Grace replied, and bolted for the room she thought was the bathroom.
Raising her head from the toilet, Grace groaned and pushed her hair back.
'OK, I need to think. June 1941. It's a dream, it's just a dream," she kept repeating to herself. She splashed some cold water on her face and whispered, "Yeah Grace, if it's a dream why can you feel everything? Um, it's a very convincing dream?" Grace continued to argue with herself as she hunted for a towel. Finally locating one, she patted her face and sat down on the toilet, remembering to close the seat first.
She was distracted from her thoughts by a light in the corner of the bathroom. It seemed to glow brighter and brighter until a person suddenly materialized. Grace was confused until she recognized the person.
"Mama?" she asked, feeling the tears starting to prick the back of her eyes. "Mama is that you?"
"Yes Gracie it's me," said the apparition.
"But Mama you died when I was 13. I remember. Do you remember? You had cancer, and I was so scared you would die, and you did and…." She trailed off and took a deep breath. "And now I'm going insane."
"Oh baby," her mother laughed. "I was sent here to explain things to you. You're supposed to be here."
"I'm SUPPOSED to BE here?" Grace exclaimed, then winced, realizing the girls could probably hear her in the other room.
"Yes Gracie, you're supposed to be here. You see, remember when I told you about Pearl Harbor?"
Grace smiled fondly, remembering her mother's stories at bedtime. She nodded, sighing slightly.
"Well remember when I told you that a lot of people died unnecessarily? Well you're here to change some of that. There were some people that weren't supposed to die and you need to stop it from happening. That's all I can tell you for now. Be strong for me ok?"
With that, her mother started to disappear.
"Wait Mama! Wait, I have so many questions for you," cried Grace, reaching out for her mother.
"They will be answered in due time. Be strong for me, baby girl. And remember I am always with you."
And the bathroom went dark again.
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Ok, this may seem a little far-fetched to some, but if you don't like it then don't read it. But believe me when I say that Grace's mother visiting her isn't THAT far-fetched. Stranger things HAVE happened. Anyway, review PLEASE!!!!!