AUTHOR'S NOTES: Be warned that this is an Alternate Universe story and as such many things are going to be different from the canon of the 2008 Gormiti cartoon series. Toby, Nick, Jessica, and Lucas will still have their powers but things with Gormiti are mostly in the background or are only mentioned.

There will also be a lot of OCs in this story.

I'm not even kidding; there will be a lot of OCs. The shipping in this story are JessicaxToby and GinaxLucas; I'm still thinking if I should pair Nick with somebody or not. If this isn't your cup of tea then I respect that but please be respectful and do not throw hate my way if you don't like what I write.

Seriously, nobody forced you to read this fanfic.

But if you do like this story feel free to leave a comment and if you see any areas for improvement please let me know. With all that being said, I hope you enjoy this fic.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

The summer sun was blazing and there wasn't a cloud in the sky as a lone car spend down the mostly empty highway road out of Oregon. The driver was a young woman. This was Anne Tripp. She was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties with fair skin, green eyes, and short, brown, neat hair. Her everyday outfit consisted of a cherry pink button-up blouse with long sleeves, black pants, and short-heeled shoes. Anne didn't know why she was doing this.

It didn't seem long ago she was celebrating her latest pregnancy with her friends and family.

With this pregnancy, everybody was excited, especially her parents and her husband Mike. It was her tenth pregnancy since they first started trying five years ago. For some unexplained reason, she suffered miscarriages in the first trimester almost every time. Sometimes it was early in the second trimester too. It devastated them both. For this baby to have made it this far filled them up with hope. Things were going well and at twenty weeks the Tripps learned that they were likely having a boy.

For that split, second everything was perfect in their lives, but then that second passed.

While Mike was out of town for the day for work, Anne suddenly experienced heavy bleeding. She rushed herself to the hospital in the next town over to avoid anyone recognizing her and was told she had gone into premature labor. But the midwife said that because the fetus was still heavily underdeveloped, it was unlikely it would survive. He didn't even take a breath. The fetus, a baby boy like they said, was pronounced dead moments after his birth, to his mother's intense grief.

She didn't even get to hold her little one before the staff whisked him away to be disposed of.

She never did forgive them for doing that to her and always held a subtle hatred for medical staff ever since they took her son. Anne kept the miscarriage a secret. Even from Mike. She kept going to work at the travel agency and pretended she was still pregnant by stuffy padding under her shirts and wearing baggy sweaters. Every month or two she would add another layer of padding until she looked like she was about to explode. People would start asking her when she was going to have the baby, but she kept brushing them off.

As her original due date grew closer and closer, Mike was starting to get anxious and Anne was starting to get scared.

If she didn't tell him the truth soon he would figure it out anyway and things would be disastrous. But things might be worst if she told the truth. Still thinking his wife was pregnant with their son, Mike had already decorated a nursery and all their friends had surprised her with a baby shower a few days ago. She was terrified about what they would all think of her, especially Mike. She was scared that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back and he might divorce her.

But Anne knew she couldn't lie forever.

At her insistence, he had left for a short work trip to Paris and would be gone until the end of the week. It had taken some convincing, but he agreed, and that had bought Anne a little more time. She knew that when Mike got home and saw that there was still no sign of a baby, he would start to get suspicious. That led us to this moment. Anne was only supposed to drop some things off at a charity store near the edge of town. It was just things like some old costumes and some of the baby items her loved ones had given her like a baby bag and car seat.

She had left sometime in the late evening to avoid the neighbors and planned to leave the stuff in boxes on the doorstep.

Yet, Anne's mind was in a muddled daze. She didn't realize she had already driven passed the charity store without slowing down. She didn't realize she had already left Venture Falls. She didn't realize she had left the state of Oregon. She didn't realize she had driven to Malibu until her car beeped to signal low fuel. She didn't realize she had stopped at a gas station to refuel. She didn't realize she had taken a wig and nurse's uniform and changed inside of the restroom.

She didn't realize she parked the car somewhere until she got out.

She didn't realize she was entering a hospital. She didn't realize she had walked into the maternity ward until the crying of dozens of newborn babies filled her ears. But by then, it was too late...