One-shot summary: Every storm has a calm moment, and Juliet's storm is upon her.

Evelyn had had just about enough.

It's been two months and Sabrina were still refusing to go by her birth name. It's not that she was expecting her to drop her mundane name of Juliet Wry for Sabrina Benson completely – she would be completely fine if Sabrina opted to keep her married name of Wry, but no, Sabrina was insisting that she be called Juliet.

What was wrong with the name Sabrina? It was a perfectly fine name, Evelyn had picked it herself. Juliet was far too romantic for a proper young lady, suggested ideas of whimsical fantasy. How on Earth had the name Juliet ever been thrust on her daughter? Of all names!

That wasn't even mentioning the names of her children. Evelyn hadn't been naive enough not to consider that her Sabrina might return with children, but she hadn't expected exactly what that meant. One named after her oh so beloved sister, twins with common names (their was a different between normal and common names – Evelyn firmly believed this), and then that little Shawn boy with his strange first name, Xavier.

How had Sabrina ever come up with such an out their name? Especially considering that they never called him by that first name. Evelyn recalled that Sabrina once mentioned a fond story about a man named Xavier. Maybe the two had been close.

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, shifting the glass of wine in her hands. The fire of the sitting room was burning brightly, something Evelyn was grateful for as the weather outside began to dip with the moon's appearance. She stared at the empty seat across from her for a moment, wistfully remembering that once upon a time David would have been sitting across from her.

She shook her head to clear her mind and refocused her gaze on the glass in her hand.

Sabrina would have to come around sooner or later. This was her home, why was she so stubborn to have a life here?

It was probably that husband of hers, Varian, she decided with narrowing eyes. He was probably filling her head with ideas about her life back in that sunny country they lived in, Corona was it? That raven-haired man was the snake in the garden of Evelyn's life.

He was the reason Sabrina hadn't come to Iridia sooner. She would have been on her way, looking for them, if he hadn't gone and married her. It was clear that Sabrina loved the man, if the way her eyes lit up with he called her that ever annoying nickname 'Jules' was any indication, but that wasn't anything Evelyn couldn't fix.

Sabrina would stay here with her, along with those kids of hers because they were Bensons and Evelyn always took care of her family. That Varian lad, however? Not a chance.

Perhaps it was time to invite Derek Young back to the Benson home.

"I have a surprise for you!" Samantha announced as she led Juliet down the hall. Juliet raised an eyebrow as her twin almost danced across the floor in excitement.

"This better be a good surprise, Samantha," Juliet said, crossing her arms. "I was in the middle of helping Martin with his mathematics when you called me out."

Miss Harmon had actually sent a bit of work to keep them ahead for a couple of months, since they had no way of knowing when they would be returning when they left. But they were nearing the end of the books of Miss Harmon's material, which inclined Juliet to believe that it was time for them to return to Old Corona. Samantha, it seemed, was catching on to this and was trying to squeeze as much as their home in as she could before they left.

Samantha rolled her eyes as they turned a corner.

"Oh, Juliet, I'm sure Martin was more than excited to go play with his sister," Samantha said with a sparkle in her eye. Juliet shook her head.

"Whatever you say," Juliet said. Samantha gave her one final smile before stopping in front of a large door, turning to Juliet expectantly.

"Well, here we are," Samantha said. Juliet looked at the door.

"What is here?" Juliet asked. "Doesn't look all that exciting."

Samantha bit her lip, anticipation lighting her eyes. "Here? Here is your old room."

Juliet's eyes widened, and she rounded on the door now. Behind this door was what once her room?

Samantha smirked and bumped her shoulder playfully.

"Daunting, isn't it?" Samantha said. Juliet sighed and crossed her arms, and Samantha's smirk sobered to a frown.

"Yo-you don't have to go in," Samantha assured, gently reaching a hand to her shoulder. "If you don't want."

Juliet did want to go in. She wasn't a curious girl by nature – no, Varian was the curious one. But the mystery of what was behind that door was so great that even she was too tempted not to turn away. It was her life behind that door – the one before the shipwreck and the island and Azul and Corona.

She wanted to know what she was like as a little girl.

Juliet took a baited breath and stepped closer to the door, taking the gilded handle in her palm. Just beyond the door was a room she had spent hours in as a little girl – her life had consisted in the four walls, a life she tried and tried to remember to no avail.

Taking a second-deep breath, she pulled up all the courage she could muster, and swung the door open.

Juliet's eyes were attacked with the color red the second she entered the room. The walls were painted a cherry cerise, the bed made-up with sheets only a shade lighter, a stuffed horse in the corner was red as well, even though it had no business being that color. And what wasn't red? Pinks and oranges, shades identifiable as another color but close enough to red to look as though it was fading into the walls.

"Whoa…" Juliet said, eyes roaming the place in wonder. Samantha followed her with a smile.

"Red was always your favorite color growing up," Samantha said. Samantha eyed Juliet's pale red dress with a soft chuckle. "It appears it still is."

Juliet rolled her eyes at her sister and continued to look around the room. Her eyes were drawn to a bookshelf in the corner, titles of the material catching her eye. Most appeared to be storybooks, something she noted the closer she came – Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Sleeping Beauty, and Brother, Sister were among the many on her bottom shelves.

She lingered a moment on some of the other books before crossing over to a table, acutely aware that Samantha was watching her as did so. The table still had books left open and pencils scattered around it, dust covering the items in amounts so thick it was almost unrecognizable their original colors.

She wiped away some of the dust, the particles blasting up and forcing her into a brief coughing fit, before it cleared. She leaned over to read the pages, the words declaring it to be school books she had been looking over before their sea-ward trip. One book was filled with messy handwriting of a child and she supposed this might have been her journal.

She reached for it, taking it gingerly in her hands. She looked over the last entry and couldn't hide the laugh that came up from her throat.

I don't understand why Mother insists on these science lessons – all Madame Tano talked about was alchemy again, which is really, really hard and confusing. I hope after the lesson's over that I never have to hear about it again!

Her mind drifted to the laboratory in the basement of her home. It seemed her five-year-old self's wish hadn't come true.

"We left it exactly the same," Samantha eventually said. Juliet blinked and turned around to face her.

"What?" Juliet asked. Samantha bit her lip sheepishly and looked around the room.

"This room – we kept it just the way you left it before," Samantha explained. "Except the sheets, that is, we changed those, just in case – you know – you – "

"I came back," Juliet finished for Samantha. Samantha nodded once, and Juliet smiled, clutching the journal to herself, shutting the bindings gently. "That was a sweet gesture, I really appreciate it."

Samantha's lip turned up in a half-smile. "Dad's the one who convinced Mom to keep it this way. She had wanted to put everything away so that you could fix it up again after you came back, once years started to pass. Dad wouldn't hear of it – said you wouldn't recognize the place!"

Dad.

Samantha talked all the time about their father – a man named David (whom Davey was named for) that loved adventure and had searched for her for fifteen years before perishing due to illness. Samantha spoke of him so fondly, reverence so clear that Juliet felt bad that she couldn't remember him.

Juliet looked away awkwardly and Samantha put a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay that you still don't remember him, Juliet," Samantha said. "He'd just be glad you're here." Samantha smiled sadly. "And that you brought grandkids with you to boot. He told me before he died that he was looking forward to having them."

Juliet's awkwardness only grew. Samantha was an old maid and from what she could tell, no suitors were in sight for her sister, having spent all her time and energy on finding Juliet. It made Juliet feel absolutely terrible – Juliet had spent years enjoying married life with children while her sister had been robbed of it because of her.

Samantha, it seemed, caught onto this feeling too and smiled wider.

"It's okay that I never got married," Samantha said. Her brown eyes twinkled with a tease. "I don't have to worry about being called pet names all the time!"

Juliet laughed. Samantha had quickly realized that Varian never called Juliet by her full chosen name it was always Jules or some other affectionate name, and Samantha had been sure to poke fun of Juliet because of it.

"Seriously, though, does your husband even know your real name?" Samantha asked. "At the wedding did he freak out when he learned the real one?"

Juliet was grateful that Samantha had called Juliet her real name. Juliet had quickly decided to continue being Juliet rather than switch to Sabrina, something she had decided the same very night Samantha had appeared. She had spent nearly twenty years building a life as Juliet, with friends, family, and a home, and going to Sabrina would be like referring to herself as Ina all over again.

Juliet suppressed a shiver. Ina.

That was another reason she refused to go back. Sabrina was too close to Ina, it had come from it after all. Ina was a scared little girl, while Juliet was a fearless woman. And Juliet was not about to take another step back.

"If it makes you feel better, I use to call him 'Rian exclusively," Juliet said. "But I grew out of it."

"Well, why don't you anymore?"

Juliet shrugged and began looking around the room some more, scanning some of her old toys.

"Grew up I guess," Juliet said. "Back in our prison days, it was much faster to –"

"Prison days?" Samantha asked. Juliet clenched her jaw. Oh, right, she hadn't quite yet told Samantha how her and Varian had met. But the explanation had slipped out before she could think.

Juliet scratched the back of her neck, clutching the journal to her chest still.

"Oh, uh, me and Varian were cellmates," Juliet said. "Back in the Corona dungeon. That's how we met."

Samantha continued to stare at her in flabbergasted shock.

"Why were you in the dungeon in the first place?!" Samantha said. "Why was Varian there in the first place?!"

"Me? I was framed for a crime I didn't commit – they thought I was smuggling animals," Juliet said. "Which makes no sense, because you know, why would I want to hurt animals?"

Juliet left out an answer to Samantha's second question on purpose. Juliet might have been his wife, but that also meant she knew how sensitive he was about their youth. He had done so many stupid and reckless things, and he didn't really want to tell other people about it unless he felt comfortable with it.

Juliet turned on her heel and walked over to the stuffed horse in the corner before Samantha could try the Varian question again, hoping she would take the hint that Juliet wasn't going to talk about it.

Apparently, she didn't because the next words out of Samantha's mouth were. "And Varian? Why was he there?"

"This is a lovely horse," Juliet said, ignoring the question. "Please tell me I played with this a lot, it would be a pity if I had hated it."

"Juliet." Samantha's tone was like stone. She wanted an answer, and she wanted it now. "Why was Varian in prison?"

Juliet sighed and turned back around to face her.

"Look, I'm not going to tell you," Juliet said. Samantha's face lit up with anger, and Juliet raised a hand to silence her before Samantha could begin speaking. "But only because it's not my story to tell. Me and him did a lot of stupid stuff as kids, stuff I hope our own kids never do, and the things Varian did to get in the dungeon and why he did them aren't my story, and I can't betray his trust by telling it for him."

Samantha's face was still a little angry, but it seemed Juliet's explanation did seem to quell a little of that fire. Samantha looked at Juliet in quite contemplation for a moment – weighing if she was actually not going to her – before giving a deep sigh and smiling that bright smile of hers again.

"Seriously though – why don't you call him 'Rian anymore?" Samantha said, voice lightening with the change of topic. "Get back at him for calling you Jules, you know?"

Juliet gave an internal sigh of relief that Samantha seemed to let the prison thing go, before giving a devious smile.

"Well, the reason I told him is because I got older and I became more mature. Want to know the real reason?" Juliet asked. Samantha nodded once eagerly. Juliet smirked. "That particular nickname is guaranteed to get him in the mood, if said at just the right moment."

Well, sometimes it also just slipped out when she was frightened or stressed, but that was a million times less interesting for her sister to hear and felt two million times more personal.

Samantha's face wrinkled in confusion. "In the mood? In the mood for what?"

Juliet bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Samantha – I have kids. Now, think about how they got here."

Samantha remained silent in confusion for a moment more before her eyes widened with realization.

"No way!" Samantha said. "You seduce your husband with nicknames?!"

Juliet shrugged. "Just the one. Never been into nicknames. That's always been Varian's thing."

Varian had been her first and only boyfriend and coming off no exposure to human terms of affection, had never been able to keep up with his rapid-fire nicknaming of her. She had been very confused but oddly delighted when he had called her Jules the first time.

"Seriously, you have no pet names for him?" Samantha asked. "You must have one."

Juliet contemplated for a moment. "I call him love and darling, but it seems everyone calls their loves that."

There was always 'giggles', but Samantha really didn't know about that particular name.

"Mommy!" Martin said, shoving a messy crayon drawing into her full view the second she stepped into the room. "Look at my drawing!"

Juliet shuffled the journal in her arms to grasp the paper, looking down at Martin with a bright smile. It was hard to make out exactly what it was – she could make out the outlines of people and maybe a house, but his scrawl made it hard to see what it was. It didn't matter though, she loved it anyone.

"Very nice, Martin," Juliet said. Martin beamed and turned around, running back to the table in the corner of the sitting room. This was the same place she had left Martin with Maddie and Varian, and Juliet wasn't surprised to find the three of them still here. Her family was a stationary bunch, but what surprised her was that now it seemed Eliza and Shawn had been added to the mix.

She followed Martin to the table, the occupants far too entranced with the pictures they were creating in front of them to notice her arrival.

"I want to add a flower to mine," Maddie said, looking at Varian expectantly. Maddie was at the age where she felt it was important to always announce what she was doing, so her and her twin were always certain to say what their intent was with anything.

Varian nodded and looked over Maddie's drawing, raising a hand to his chin observationally.

"What color is the flower going to be?" Varian asked her. Maddie pursued her lips and glanced at the pile of crayons in the center of the table, brows furrowed, and expression concentrated as if this was one of the most important decisions of her life. Varian reached into the pile and slipped into his palm a nice yellow color, holding it out to Maddie.

"How about a nice sunflower?" Varian suggested. "They are your favorite, aren't they?"

Maddie's smile was infectiously adorable as she snatched up the crayon, a quick thank you slipping through her lips as she rushed to add the flower to the paper in front of her. Juliet watched the moment with a fond smile of her own before slipping into the seat next to Shawn, who was doodling swirls across his own blank sheet of paper.

"I see that math has been forgotten in favor of coloring," Juliet noted. The kids hardly noticed that she had come back – far too caught up in their masterpieces – but Varian's head turned to look at her, smiling that buck-toothed smile. He too had a sheet of paper in front of him, many small doodles of items in front of him.

"The twins finished all their work, didn't you two?" he said, looking between Maddie and Martin seated on his sides.

Maddie made some sound that sounded like an agreement, and Martin smiled from the seat he had taken across from her and next to Varian. Juliet didn't doubt that her twins had managed to get through their math work in the couple of hours she had gone on off with Samantha. Maddie, much like her father, had a way with numbers that made math and science fly by for her, and while Martin couldn't necessarily reach the same level as her, he wasn't too bad at math either.

It was Eliza and Shawn, however, she had questions about, because they were always trying to get out of their schoolwork while here in Iridia.

"And Shawn and Eliza?" she said, turning her gaze over her two eldest children. "Did they finish their work?"

Varian gave a sheepish shrug of his shoulders that roughly translated to I have no idea, and Juliet gave an internal sigh. Varian had probably been so excited to spend time with them that he hadn't thought to ask. Sometimes his excitement at being a father was a double-edged sword, but … she couldn't be too mad at him for wanting to bond with the kids.

"We did Mom!" Eliza assured, pink crayon stopping mid-scratch of the page. "Honest!" Shawn simply remained silent, which did make Juliet a little doubtful that both had finished their work, but let the issue drop regardless. They had done most of the packets by now anyway.

Juliet's stomach churned as she once again remembered the mostly finished school-work packets. She couldn't shake the idea that it was a sign they needed to return to Corona, no matter how hard she tried.

Juliet made a quick scan for Rudiger to get her mind off that but found no sign of the bushy-tailed creature. No matter, he was around here somewhere, probably napping in one of the many beds.

Juliet put down Martin's drawing and her old journal on the table, having decided to take the journal out of them room to pursue it more later. Maybe something she had written along time ago would spark an old memory of hers.

Martin quirked his head to the side.

"What's that?" Martin asked, pointing at the book. Juliet smiled kindly and ran a hand across the cover.

"It's an old book that used to belong to Mommy," Juliet said.

"Is it interesting?" Eliza asked, perking up from her drawing.

"Can we read it?" Shawn chimed in, speaking to her for the first time. Juliet bit her lip, trying to think of way to tell them no without being rude or mean. She never wanted to discourage the kids, but at the same time this wasn't exactly the type of thing you shared with your young children.

Varian seemed to catch on to her dilemma, because he quickly sprang into action, giving a smile that while kind clearly meant to not question what he was telling them.

"It's an adult book," Varian said. "You're not old enough to read it."

This elicited disappointed groans from all except Maddie, who was still enthralled in the drawing in front of her to notice the conversation going on around her.

"Can we read it when we're older?" Shawn asked, peeking over her to get a better look of the shut book. Juliet smiled softly and rubbed his hair playfully.

"We'll see, little bat," Juliet said. "We'll see."

Shawn gave one last smile and turned back to his drawing, Martin and Eliza having already returned to their own creative endeavors.

"Did you and Aunt Samantha have fun?" Varian asked, mindful that they were surrounded by the kids. Juliet shrugged and pushed the journal forward a little, hoping he would understand that it was found while she was with Samantha. Varian seemed too because he gave one small nod and Juliet was glad he didn't comment on it again – they didn't want to restart a conversation about the journal, because they would only ask to read it again.

"What did you do?" Varian asked.

"She showed me my room," Juliet said. "Back when I was a little girl."

"You were little once?" Maddie asked, surprised. Juliet rolled her eyes with a soft smile. The kids were always surprised that she and Varian had been young once upon a time. Eliza had just barely accepted that they had a life before being their parents, and she was the oldest. Maddie and Martin, the youngest, still didn't understand that they had been babies only a few years ago.

"Yes, I was, Maddie," Juliet said.

"She was even smaller than you were at your age, Madeline."

Juliet's whole body tensed at the sound of the new voice. She looked over the head of Martin to see Evelyn approaching them, her hair pulled tight in her signature braid with even tighter eyes. Evelyn hadn't eased at all in their time here, hovering over them with the expectation she would remember something and disappointed when she didn't.

Unlike Samantha, she didn't seem willing to accept that her memoires may never recover, that new ones may be all they have.

Even the kids seemed to sense a distance with Evelyn. They regarded her respectfully of course – she and Varian weren't raising them to be rude to anyone – but in three months, the kids had yet to warm up to her. Juliet feared that she may have something to do with that. She hadn't exactly been the warmest to her mother, but Evelyn was always carrying with her expectations that Juliet knew she couldn't meet.

Maddie didn't say anything, merely turned around to face Evelyn with wide eyes. Evelyn continued with what Juliet supposed was a smile, something Juliet had yet to see from her in full since she arrived.

"Sabrina was very small for her age," Evelyn said.

Juliet felt her core burn. That was another thing. She refused to acknowledge that her name was Juliet.

"I must have grown out of it on the island," Juliet said. Her voice was stiff and immedailty told Evelyn that she was not Sabrina. It was the same tone she used every time she was called Sabrina by Evelyn.

"Ah, yes," Evelyn said quietly. "The island. How lucky you were to have been rescued from it by dear Varian here."

Now Juliet saw Varian – who up until now had been looking between them timidly, hoping that neither got angry – furrow his brow in confusion.

The kids all turned to Juliet now, eyes wide with excitement, hoping it would be a story about the island to follow that statement. The always enjoyed stories about her life there, and the one about how she got off was one she had yet to tell them.

"Daddy's the one who rescued you?" Maddie asked excitedly, gripping onto Varian's arm tightly. Her eyes bright with excitement, something mirrored in all of their kids as they looked between the two of them with smiles.

Varian and Juliet exchanged a look. Varian was not the one who found her – no, that distinction went to Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cassandra. His appearance in her life didn't come until months later, something Evelyn should know since Juliet had told her that she had met Varian in Corona, not on the island.

"N-no sweetie," Varian said, "I-I wasn't the one to find Mommy on the island."

The kids deflated at this news, having hoped to have heard a story about Varian finding her and the two of them living happily ever after. While that sounded like a perfectly nice and rather romantic story, it was not the one that was true. The real story of how Juliet met Varian was not one that her children's young ears were quite ready for yet and she hoped that this didn't lead into a line of questioning about how they had truly met.

Evelyn gave no inclination of surprise or that she had been wrong, just continuing to stare at Juliet with that small almost smile that made Juliet want to just about scream.

"Regardless," Evelyn said. "I was looking for you Sabrina."

Juliet clicked her tongue once at Evelyn's second use of her birth name, eyes trained on her mother. She does not smile. Her name is not Sabrina. She thought Evelyn would know this by now.

Evelyn ignored her look and continued, standing several yards away from their table. The orange walls of the sitting room matched the shade of her dress, giving her the appearance having sprang from the very room itself, stiff decorations reflected in her eyes.

"There is a man here to see you," Evelyn said. Her voice was strange, lighter and dare Juliet say it, cheerful.

"A man?" Juliet asked.

"Yes, and I do recommend you come with me," Evelyn said. "Derek has been waiting a long time to see you again."

Juliet bit her bottom lip. Derek was someone she had been carefully avoiding a meeting with. Everyone talked about him and said he was a great man, but apparently, he had been the number one searcher for years and her friend as a child. His name always put guilt in her because he seemed to have been very important to her once.

And if the stories were anything to go by, she was still important to him. But nothing, no memory or picture in her head of this mysterious person who seemed to have been a center of her life.

"I, um, I'm kind of wanting to spend time with my family right now," Juliet said. Though it was an excuse, it was an honest one. The moments before Evelyn had come in with her icy demeanor and tight eyes had been her favorites of the day so far – she desperately wanted to return to that.

She felt a hand squeeze her knee and she looked across the table to see Varian looking at her with wide, comforting eyes. The kids – though they had returned to coloring – seemed to be aware of her discomfort now as well, eyes cutting up towards her worriedly for a few seconds before returning to their pictures.

Evelyn's face crumbled, and stiff version of smile fell just a fraction.

"He's been waiting for thirty years, Sabrina Lynn," Evelyn said.

Juliet's breath hitched, and she stood, Varian's hand slipping from her knee with the movement. A stern anger pitted in her stomach, the likes of which she hadn't felt in years. Why wouldn't Evelyn just call her by her real name? Why did she insist on calling her Sabrina? And treating her like a child?

"Jules," Varian said. His voice snapped her out of the anger, at least for the moment, and she looked to see Varian staring at her expectantly, locking eyes with her before casting his gaze across their children.

His meaning was clear: don't lose it in front of them.

This managed to subdue her just enough to conceal her anger, but she didn't sit down again. Her anger may be put away, but it didn't mean it was gone.

"Evelyn, like I said, I really would like to –"

"Jules," Varian said again. His tone wasn't as stern as before, much softer and almost comforting. "It's alright, we'll be okay here. You can go with your mo -Evelyn."

Juliet kept her gaze on Varian for a moment more, trying to decipher anything from him, before cutting around to the kids, who seemed tense as well, looking between the three adults in the room and their drawings with dark and foreboding eyes. Juliet felt her stomach turn.

Evelyn was not going to leave without her and as long as she was here, this weight would be here over them. Juliet felt a deep growl in her throat, but she subdued it back. She would not lose it in front of the kids.

So, instead, Juliet forced on a smile, gave a quick kiss to the tops of Eliza and Shawn's head, and picked up her journal. She rounded to the other side of the table and gave quick pecks on the foreheads of the twins, before handing the journal to Varian with a sweet smile.

"I'll be back soon," she said, voice obvious with forced cheerfulness. "Make sure this get backs to our room, okay?"

Varian nodded once, and Juliet gave another bright, forced smile and leaned to quickly give him a small kiss as a goodbye.

"Love you," she said, and rose back to standing to look amongst her kids. "Love you all. I'll be back. Don't give your father a hard time, okay?"

The kids all gave various forms of commitment from their drawings and assurances that they loved her as well, but all the sounds came out as a muddy pool of noise. Juliet rolled her eyes at the reaction, she had expected no less.

Varian chuckled once. "We love you too, all of us. You and Evelyn have…. fun."

Juliet highly doubted her, and Evelyn would have any type of fun, but didn't say anything else. She gave him one last meaningful look as a goodbye, and then turned on her heel to leave, giving Evelyn the largest and most strained smile she could manage.

"Now, come on," Juliet said, "let's go meet this Derek."

So…Part 4?

This was supposed to be three parts, but then Sam and Jules bonding happened, as well as some family fluff and well…. next time will be the last part, I promise! We get to meet Derek finally and maybe some flashbacks….who knows? (Me, but that's not the point.)

And no disrespect to anyone with the names of Eliza, Xavier, Juliet, Shawn, Madeline/Maddie, or Martin! That's how Evelyn feels about those names, not me! I personally think the four names of the kids and Jules are amazing (hence why I picked them) and Xavier to me has always been a wicked cool name, but Evelyn is...Evelyn about names.

Requests still being accepted!
- Princess Chess