As Emma sat with her back against the hard, concrete wall, she rocked back and forth. Her head was between her knees, her arms hugging everything tightly.

Her head was chaos, she couldn't think, she couldn't hear, everything blurred together, making her panic. Emma knew she had been taught to resist what was happening to her but it was all too much.

Warm tears ran down her face, dropping on the denim of her pants. Feeling a calming hand on her shoulder, Emma watched as Claire slid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, silently comforting her.


Emma knew she needed to run away, to escape, but she knew that wherever she went, she would be found. Sam had shot her, almost a kill shot but she survived, digging her way out of the shallow grave they threw her into.

Her body ached, her fingertips were on fire, she had dirt in places she didn't want to think of. She knew she had to go underground, hide until she was fully healed. Breaking into an empty house, she cleaned up, grabbed some supplies and left.

One day Emma would return and look the Winchesters in the eye.


Emma could still feel the burn from where the mark of Harmonia sat on her wrist. If she closed her eyes, the memory felt as if it had just happened.

Shaking the thought from her head, she got up and walked into the small bathroom, locking the door behind her. Running cold water over the mark, she held her wrist under it, her hand beginning to tingle with numbness.

She was staying in a dodgy motel, just overnight, before she continued on, trying to get as far away from everyone that knew her. Turning the faucet off, she softly sighed.


Emma could feel her heartbeat in her throat as she stopped and stared at the blonde girl in front of her. She looked to be no older than she was and had a look of pure terror on her face.

There was a large man chasing her and Emma stood in front of her and landed a well-placed kick to his ribs, sending him flying back and into a dumpster.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked, looking at the girl who was wide-eyed.

"I am, thank you. I'm Claire," Claire said, introducing herself.

"I'm Emma, it's nice to meet you, Claire."


Alone. Emma didn't like being alone. She remembered back to when her mother gave her to the Amazons. She was scared, she felt hurt, and even with all the other girls in the compound she was alone. She didn't know how to make friends; she would listen to the other girls bonding, talking about their first kills and it was something Emma never wanted to do.

Feeling a warm arm wrap around her midsection, pulling her close, Emma knew she wasn't alone anymore. She had Claire, they had been through so much together and it made them stronger than ever.


Love was a weird concept for Emma. She had memories of her mother showing her love, holding her, cuddling her, placing delicate kisses on her face. Then it was gone, she was thrown into training and felt nothing but sadness and loneliness.

When she saw her father for the first time, she thought for maybe a moment that he may love her, may change his mind about her but she was hoping.

Claire was different though, Claire showed her a love she had never felt before, and as she laid next to her, she knew she had found her person.


Sitting on the porch as the cold wind chilled her to the bone, Emma sighed and watched as the leaves danced over the road. Today was the tenth anniversary of the day Sam Winchester shot her and he and her father had left her for dead.

Feeling a warm arm wrap around her, Emma turned and softly smiled at her mother, a kiss pressed to her temple.

"It's going to be okay," Lydia softly said, knowing what today was. "Come inside, Claire has made us all hot chocolate."

Allowing herself to be led inside, Emma gratefully sipped at her drink.