SOOO, odds are I'm not going to upload anthing more here, so I should probably just send what I have, right? I'm sorry for all grammatical mistakes, God know there's a lot of them. Welcome some more characters?

Two 400 years old kids.

"-ow young lady!"

"I'm not going to school today!"

"Of course you are going! Just like every other kid in New York. Get your lazy ass out of bed!"

"I'm tired!"

"Alice, don't make me come in there!"

"Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night with your ungodly sex games I would-"

Sleep is for the weak, Ida thought to herself, as she dragged herself out of bed. In her struggle, she dragged the blanket down with her, and stumbled into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a war zone. Mulan looked like every other morning grumpy mom, with a lock of black hair struggling to escape from her bun. At the table, halfway hidden behind Corn Flakes and Cheerios, was a silent and pale little girl with big brown eyes.

Ida stepped into the doorway, and took a peek into the Alice's room. Thanks to the girl's limited color scheme, everything inside was pitch black. Everything apart from the light hair flowing underneath the blanket.

"Alice Pleasance Liddell, get in here and eat your breakfast."

The teenager slowly arose from her dark den, and poked her head out. She did look pretty tired, but Ida doubted it was because of her pretty loud arrival the previous night. Truth be told, she hadn't had much time to talk with the Alice lately. Or maybe she had. She felt strongly protective about Alice, maybe because she had been the first to move in with her after she arrived to New York. Maybe her distance was due to her inability to understand children. It wasn't like Valhalla had been crawling with kids. Apart from Loki, anyways.

"You know what? Put on some clothes. I'll be back in a second." Ida closed the door to Alice's room again and joined the others at the table. She grabbed a bowl and sprinkled some Cheerios in there with one hand, and poured the milk in with the other.

"Don't let her get her way again." Mulan murmured. "She always gets her way with you."

Ida didn't answer. Instead she bowed down, and kissed the little girl on the top of her head. "How was yesterday Molly? Did you learn anything new?" she asked, while snatching a teacup from the table and filling it with hot water. The teabag wasn't hard to choose. Alice would never drink anything other than blueberry.

"It was great. We had a substitute teacher and she taught us about-"

"You're always too kind to her. She needs to be raised right. The cat, rabbit and hatter obviously didn't do a good job."

Ida miraculously managed to open and close the door without spilling tea or milk. Alice was standing in front of her mirror, tying her hair with a black ribbon.

Ida carefully placed the breakfast on the nightstand and collapsed on the bed. When Alice was done, and faced the pale woman lying on the metal band bed sheets, Ida patted the bed beside her, implying Alice to sit by her side. For once Alice did what she was asked, and sat on the lead singers creased face.

"Let's make a deal," Ida started, watching the girl with her icy eyes. "You take the bus to school like usual, and if something goes sideways, you call me. I'll come flying to get you right away."

Alice's feet were dangling a few inches over the black carpet. "Promise you'll actually fly."

"I'll put on the swan dress and everything. I promise."

The two women looked at each other in silence for a while, until Alice let herself fall back into the soft sheets. "I wish you still had your spear. Image how much easier it would be if you just impaled all the teachers before we could get any homework-"

"Shut up and eat your breakfast young lady. I'm going back to bed."

The sight of a smile on Alice's lips - that was what it was all about. It was things like that, that made Ida believe that, one day, she might be happy in New York, even after all those years. She'd never described herself as a hopeful person before, but hope was all that she had.

"Tonight we'll roast some marshmallows, and Mulan is going to come around."

"I'm going to keep you to that!" Alice insisted.

"You'd better."

Ida entered the kitchen again, suddenly facing Mulan's unimpressed, narrow eyes. She unintentionally started fiddling with the t-shirts' stiches, avoiding the stoic woman's gaze. She'd always been a woman of actions, not words. You would've thought that she would've been professional in handling trouble between women, after all the years with her sisters, but unfortunately she weren't that lucky.

"Where's Molly?" Ida sounded way more uncomfortable than she would've liked. Sometimes she wished that their power play was limited to their tickle fights.

"She's in her room, packing her bag."

The silence was unpleasant, to say the least, and Ida couldn't stand it. She quickly took a few steps forward, and grabbed Mulan's hands. Her eyes changed from narrow to wide in seconds.

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate the job you do in this house?"

A little smirk threatened to crack Mulan's serious face, but she quickly got it under control. "Go on."

Ida released the grip around Mulan's small hands, and grabbed her around the waist instead. "Even though you manage to piss Alice off at any given occasion, you still are a wonderful mother."

"Go ooon."

"Even though you can't cook for shit I-"

"Molly, come on! The bus is waiting!" Alice stepped out of her room. Her face was a grimace of disgust while looking at the two women in the kitchen, but Ida was sure she saw a smile when Alice turned around to get Molly.

"What did you just say about my cook-"

Ida tightened her grip around Mulan's tiny waist, and then let her go. "Just get sure those two kids get to school. I'm going to bed. Right now. Goodnight."

She hurried to the bedroom before anything could happen, and slammed the door behind her. Nothing was going to ruin her good night's sleep now!

The warmth of the blankets enveloped her, when she snug into the darkness and the sweet dreams. She pulled the blankets all the way up to her nose, and let out a long, deep breath.

Then her phone started ringing. Loudly.

She really had to use all her strength to sit up, and grab it from the nightstand.

"Jekyl, if you're asking me to come to the hospital right now, I swear to the Gods-"

"Ida, it's me."

"Bigby?"

"It's Snow. She's alive."