Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Authors Note: I bet you thought I wasn't going to finish this story, well I am. Although this is not the ending, there will be one. Sorry its taking forever but I'm sure you all understand, there 'life' to deal with. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, Reviews are appreciated
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"Well, come on lets make our presence known to them" Abigail said softly to her sister. The two of them stood there, in the same room as the explorers, only in a different realm. The sisters had watched as they had seen the images and now continued to watch as they made dinner, noticing that each of them seemed lost in their own thoughts.
"I.I think we should wait a bit." Vivian responded in a hesitant voice as her eyes followed Marguerite around the kitchen.
"Wait, Vivvy, we've been waiting for over 20 years. I think we've waited long enough. Its time to for them to know and to understand who they are. It's time to hold our daughters in our arms."
Vivian sighed" I just.I'm a bit frightened"
"Of what?"
"of her." she said signaling towards Marguerite "she's been through so much, seen so much. done so much. Things she shouldn't have to do. She'll blame me, for not being there, for not protecting her - "
Abigail cut in, in a firm tone "You did protect her Vivian, she's alive is she not?"
"Yes but."
"no buts, she's alive and that's all that matters. As long as there is life there is hope. Now, come on, we're done waiting."
Taking each others hand the sisters glowed from top to bottom and seemed to shimmy away.
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George had made his decision, he was going to break this silence, it was starting to seriously weigh him down. The entire meal had been prepared and eaten in complete and utter silence. Marguerite and Veronica had yet to even look and each other let alone anyone else, Roxton wouldn't or rather couldn't remove his eyes off Marguerite. He followed her every move, so much anger, confusion, denial and even a bit of hope in his eyes that George didn't want to focus on him. Even Finn seemed unusually silent, as her large eyes frantically searched the faces of her new family hoping to find some sign that it was going to be alright, but she found none.
George opened his mouth to speak but no words came, instead it just remained open, as a glowing spark appeared in the room. A spark that grew in size and brightness and soon revealed two women. One dark-haired, the other blonde.
Veronica stood quickly "mother" she said in a breathy voice, and threw herself into Abigail's arms, where she was warmly received.
"oh darling" she said "Its so good to hold you again." Pulling away slightly Abigail said "I trust you are well"
Veronica nodded, stepping out of her mothers arms "I am well, I am also confused. What's going on?"
Abigail smiled "Perhaps we can ease your confusion, darling. Allow me to introduce to you your Aunt."
She stepped to the side, bringing everyone's attention to the other woman in the room. If there had been any doubts as to Marguerite's, parentage; which there hadn't been; the sight of this woman would have erased them. The resemblance was uncanny.
Abigail continued softly "This is Vivian. I'm sure that after having seen the images you understand that you and..oh dear.I'm so sorry but I'm not sure..what is it you call yourself?" she asked as she looked Marguerite. Whose eyes were focused on Vivian, she was pale and seemed to not hear the question.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. A few seconds passed then Vivian said softly "She calls herself Marguerite"
Still no one spoke. The two dark-haired women stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking just looking. Then Marguerite said softly, "You are my mother."
It was a statement more than a question but Vivian answered anyway "Yes I am."
Marguerite nodded "I always figured my mother hated me"
"I don't hate you, quite the contrary actually. I love you more than you'll ever know." Vivian's voice was calm belying the way her heart was pounding on the inside. She had no idea what to do with this child that was so clearly no longer a child but a grown woman. A woman who knew how to hold her own and survive no matter what, one who would meet people on her terms and never in the middle.or so it seemed.
"Did you love my Father"
"I always will."
Once again silence fell upon the tree house. Abigail sighed, this was not going as expected.
Marguerite walked forward and stood before her mother. "Tell me... who am I" Then she added softly "Who are we" as she motioned toward Veronica.
Vivian smiled slightly, "I am the Chosen One. Abigail is the Protector. They are positions that are passed down through the blood lines."
"Lets sit down" this came from George "You don't mind if the rest of sit in on this do you? Personally, I am quite fascinated"
Abigail smiled as they took seats "No, you may stay if you wish."
He nodded and Vivian began again " There are always two, it is too much power for just one. One of the girls holds the power while the other wields it. In our case Abigail holds it while I wield it. In your case, it is Veronica who wields while you" she said focusing her gaze on her daughter "hold it."
"That is not to say that the one who holds the magic cannot use it, only that they do not have the gifts the other has." Abigail added.
"That clearing thing, that you do, when you make people forget, that's a gift." Marguerite asked
Vivian nodded "Yes, there are others though. Some that you as a child tapped into, Ron..Veronica did as well."
"You took these gifts from us?" Veronica asked
"Yes, it was the only way to make sure you wouldn't be located. The magic in your gifts would have made you easy targets." Abigail responded.
The environment was tense, no one was willing voicing the thoughts running through their heads, and they were all avoiding the topics that they wanted to discuss. John wanted to ask his own series of questions but felt that he should allow the mother's and daughter's time to get reacquainted, yet that didn't seem to be happening in fact things seemed to get more stressed with each passing minute. In a moment of twisted humor, that at times hits a person during stressful situations, Marguerite's motto ran through his head and brought a small smile to his lips "Could this day get any better?"
"Do you find something amusing Lord Roxton?" the cold voice brought him to reality and he started, then found Marguerite's icy gray eyes focused on him.
'Oh why the hell not' he thought. He allowed his smile to grow into a truly genuine grin saying in an amused tone "as a matter of fact, my Lady, I do"
Authors Note: I bet you thought I wasn't going to finish this story, well I am. Although this is not the ending, there will be one. Sorry its taking forever but I'm sure you all understand, there 'life' to deal with. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, Reviews are appreciated
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"Well, come on lets make our presence known to them" Abigail said softly to her sister. The two of them stood there, in the same room as the explorers, only in a different realm. The sisters had watched as they had seen the images and now continued to watch as they made dinner, noticing that each of them seemed lost in their own thoughts.
"I.I think we should wait a bit." Vivian responded in a hesitant voice as her eyes followed Marguerite around the kitchen.
"Wait, Vivvy, we've been waiting for over 20 years. I think we've waited long enough. Its time to for them to know and to understand who they are. It's time to hold our daughters in our arms."
Vivian sighed" I just.I'm a bit frightened"
"Of what?"
"of her." she said signaling towards Marguerite "she's been through so much, seen so much. done so much. Things she shouldn't have to do. She'll blame me, for not being there, for not protecting her - "
Abigail cut in, in a firm tone "You did protect her Vivian, she's alive is she not?"
"Yes but."
"no buts, she's alive and that's all that matters. As long as there is life there is hope. Now, come on, we're done waiting."
Taking each others hand the sisters glowed from top to bottom and seemed to shimmy away.
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George had made his decision, he was going to break this silence, it was starting to seriously weigh him down. The entire meal had been prepared and eaten in complete and utter silence. Marguerite and Veronica had yet to even look and each other let alone anyone else, Roxton wouldn't or rather couldn't remove his eyes off Marguerite. He followed her every move, so much anger, confusion, denial and even a bit of hope in his eyes that George didn't want to focus on him. Even Finn seemed unusually silent, as her large eyes frantically searched the faces of her new family hoping to find some sign that it was going to be alright, but she found none.
George opened his mouth to speak but no words came, instead it just remained open, as a glowing spark appeared in the room. A spark that grew in size and brightness and soon revealed two women. One dark-haired, the other blonde.
Veronica stood quickly "mother" she said in a breathy voice, and threw herself into Abigail's arms, where she was warmly received.
"oh darling" she said "Its so good to hold you again." Pulling away slightly Abigail said "I trust you are well"
Veronica nodded, stepping out of her mothers arms "I am well, I am also confused. What's going on?"
Abigail smiled "Perhaps we can ease your confusion, darling. Allow me to introduce to you your Aunt."
She stepped to the side, bringing everyone's attention to the other woman in the room. If there had been any doubts as to Marguerite's, parentage; which there hadn't been; the sight of this woman would have erased them. The resemblance was uncanny.
Abigail continued softly "This is Vivian. I'm sure that after having seen the images you understand that you and..oh dear.I'm so sorry but I'm not sure..what is it you call yourself?" she asked as she looked Marguerite. Whose eyes were focused on Vivian, she was pale and seemed to not hear the question.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. A few seconds passed then Vivian said softly "She calls herself Marguerite"
Still no one spoke. The two dark-haired women stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking just looking. Then Marguerite said softly, "You are my mother."
It was a statement more than a question but Vivian answered anyway "Yes I am."
Marguerite nodded "I always figured my mother hated me"
"I don't hate you, quite the contrary actually. I love you more than you'll ever know." Vivian's voice was calm belying the way her heart was pounding on the inside. She had no idea what to do with this child that was so clearly no longer a child but a grown woman. A woman who knew how to hold her own and survive no matter what, one who would meet people on her terms and never in the middle.or so it seemed.
"Did you love my Father"
"I always will."
Once again silence fell upon the tree house. Abigail sighed, this was not going as expected.
Marguerite walked forward and stood before her mother. "Tell me... who am I" Then she added softly "Who are we" as she motioned toward Veronica.
Vivian smiled slightly, "I am the Chosen One. Abigail is the Protector. They are positions that are passed down through the blood lines."
"Lets sit down" this came from George "You don't mind if the rest of sit in on this do you? Personally, I am quite fascinated"
Abigail smiled as they took seats "No, you may stay if you wish."
He nodded and Vivian began again " There are always two, it is too much power for just one. One of the girls holds the power while the other wields it. In our case Abigail holds it while I wield it. In your case, it is Veronica who wields while you" she said focusing her gaze on her daughter "hold it."
"That is not to say that the one who holds the magic cannot use it, only that they do not have the gifts the other has." Abigail added.
"That clearing thing, that you do, when you make people forget, that's a gift." Marguerite asked
Vivian nodded "Yes, there are others though. Some that you as a child tapped into, Ron..Veronica did as well."
"You took these gifts from us?" Veronica asked
"Yes, it was the only way to make sure you wouldn't be located. The magic in your gifts would have made you easy targets." Abigail responded.
The environment was tense, no one was willing voicing the thoughts running through their heads, and they were all avoiding the topics that they wanted to discuss. John wanted to ask his own series of questions but felt that he should allow the mother's and daughter's time to get reacquainted, yet that didn't seem to be happening in fact things seemed to get more stressed with each passing minute. In a moment of twisted humor, that at times hits a person during stressful situations, Marguerite's motto ran through his head and brought a small smile to his lips "Could this day get any better?"
"Do you find something amusing Lord Roxton?" the cold voice brought him to reality and he started, then found Marguerite's icy gray eyes focused on him.
'Oh why the hell not' he thought. He allowed his smile to grow into a truly genuine grin saying in an amused tone "as a matter of fact, my Lady, I do"