Soul-Mates Separated
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just like to toy around with them in my imagination before putting it to paper.
A/N: Hey guys! Loving the feedback and reviews so please keep it coming! It really helps to motivate me when I know that people are reading these chapters and responding. I'm going try to get these chapters out regularly, because I know how it is to anticipate a chapter and getting sick of having to wait.
This chapter will be showing off the lives of Jane Grand and Silas Prince. It's slow going, but helps to give some background and buildup information. This story is already mapped out so all I have to do is write it up. Thanks again for reading and enjoy!
"Hey Daniel! Do you know where my crimson tank top is?" Jane shouted, her head peeking out of the door of her bedroom. She had been hunting for her favorite tank top for the better part of an hour ever since she finished her shower and had no such luck in her search for it.
"Why yes I do!" Came the answer from her roommate and not even a moment later, Daniel came strutting down the hallway from the living room. Jane's eyes widened and her jaw dropped when he appeared wearing her tank top that stopped right above his belly button.
"I don't even know why I'm even surprised anymore, Danny. You better not have stretched it or else." Jane threatened as she walked over to him and began tugging her tank top off of him.
"Oh baby, take it off." He moaned, laughing when she smacked his arm. He flinched and pretended that her well aimed him to his bicep had hurt him. "Oh, baby, why must you abuse me so?"
"Ugh you're so overdramatic." She rolled her eyes as she pulled her tank top on over her head.
As much as Daniel drove her nuts at times, he was the best guy she had ever known… Or remembered knowing. Daniel Blake had been the nurse taking care of her when she awoke in a strange hospital one day about two months ago in a town called Dennings Burrow.
When Jane had awoken, she had no recollection whatsoever of whom she was aside from her name. She couldn't tell them her age although they had made a guess and she had no idea if she had family or where she was from. The first person she had seen was Daniel before he rushed over to retrieve her doctor who proceeded to update her on her health, which seemed flawless despite her being dropped in front of a hospital, and telling her that she was a month pregnant. The news had absolutely shocked her and sent her into hysterics. It was Daniel who had calmed her and continued to do so for the remainder of her stay at the hospital.
He had a knack for keeping her calm with his great sense of humor whenever she had a freak out over her situation. Most times, Jane worried and stressed over where she would live or get funds, but he had helped her through it all. Daniel just happened to have a spare room in his home and happy to have her as a roommate. He even set her up with a job at the local bookstore/café.
Their first and only fight had been when he had finally gotten sick of her worrying over how she would ever be able to pay him back and it ended with him promising her that as his good friend she would never have to worry. In the back of her mind though, Jane decided that if she ever found out who she was she would make the effort to repay him in full.
"So how's my god baby doing?" Daniel asked, pressing his palm gently to her now covered stomach. Her baby bump was just beginning to develop and was very small, but still could be seen slightly in her tank top.
"He or she is being highly temperamental. I can only imagine where the baby get's it from, but some mornings he or she loves to eat everything other days I wake up vomiting my brains out. The baby needs to make up its mind." Jane ranted, eager to surpass the stage of morning sickness, although she had heard that for some women it lasted the entire pregnancy. She hoped with all her might that she wasn't one of those women.
"You'll be fine, soon enough. Maybe the little one gets it from its daddy… Remembering anything yet?" Daniel quietly asked her, knowing it was a sensitive subject for Jane. For some reason, it caused a pang in her chest whenever anyone brought up the baby's daddy. She knew in her heart that the source of her memory loss wasn't at the fault of the man's although some people speculated that she might have been a domestic abuse victim. No, she just knew that that couldn't be the case. She could feel it in her bones.
"No…" Jane answered dejectedly. "Some mornings I wake up from a dream and I just know it's attached to my former life, but it's always so foggy and I can't remember anything. I just want to know who I am and who he was… I don't want to bring my baby into this world without his or her father. What if he's a great guy? What if he's looking for me at this very moment?! How am I to know? What if he can't find me?" Jane couldn't fight the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she started on her tangent of what if's and they spilled over, slowly streaming down her face. "It just hurts so much… I just know, Daniel… I just know he is somewhere out there and we should be together."
"I know, I know, sweetie. He's out there… And I promise you, we will find him no matter what it takes… Okay? This little one will be brought into this world with it's mommy, daddy, and Uncle Danny to greet him." Daniel assured her, wrapping her in a hug knowing that was the best way to provide Jane comfort. Even while she was in the hospital, she had responded best to hugs and such for comfort. In the very least, hand holding, but he found the quickest way to soothe Jane was hugging. She had never objected to it and Daniel couldn't help but wonder if in her former life she had been the same way. If she had people she could count on like this for comfort when she needed. Somehow, Daniel knew the answer was a 'yes'.
"Now, come on. You're coming into work with me this morning so I can run an ultrasound and then you have work, yeah?" Daniel asked, stepping back from her. He helped wipe away the remaining tears on her face, happy when she returned his smile with one of her own. He was used to these kinds of semi meltdowns from her and they never bothered him in the slightest.
"Yes, I'm ready… I can't wait to see a picture of my baby! Do you think it's too early to find out the gender?" Jane asked, grabbing her purse off a side table as they walked through their home and out the front door.
"Probably, but you never know. Some babies develop faster than others, but it tends to depend on the baby's positioning. Sometimes it's 10 weeks, on average it's 12 like where you're at now, and sometimes it's even 20 weeks. Hopefully Mr. or Mrs. Temperamental is cooperative today and we can find out!" Daniel said, clapping his hands excited before getting the door for Jane. She thanked him and carefully got into the vehicle before he shut the door and went to get in on the driver's side.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at Dennings Burrow Hospital. It was on the small side of a hospital, but the donors kept it well up to date and operating well. The town was very lucky to have such wealthy and generous people living there, but then again many of the people in the small town treated one another like family if they weren't already actually related by blood. It was definitely the kind of town where everybody took care of one another.
Daniel guided Jane towards a room where the equipment for the ultrasound was already set up. Although an ultrasound wasn't nearly as accurate or extensive in providing knowledge of abnormalities, as a CVS would be, he decided this would be the best route for now. If he did a CVS on Jane she would need to go home to rest and the results wouldn't be immediate. This was his godchild and he wanted to ensure that the baby was developing properly for Jane's sake. She had already been through enough and he was worried that recent stress might have caused a problem. She didn't need any more stress. Jane rolled up her shirt and squeezed her eyes closed to prepare for the cold gel that he would put on her belly. She shivered slightly and Daniel chuckled at her reaction.
He pressed the instrument onto her abdomen and immediately they were greeted by the sound of the baby's strong heartbeat. Jane's face lit up and tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the screen as he began to show her the baby. "He seems to be perfectly healthy. Can you see that there?"
"He?" Jane asked, wondering if Daniel was trying to tell her that she was in fact having a boy. Daniel grinned with sheer joy as he nodded.
"Can you see that, there?" He asked, moving the instrument across her abdomen and pointing to a certain spot on the screen where the sex of the baby could be located. "It's a bit hard to notice, but you absolutely have a son, Jane. Congrats! I have a godson!" He exclaimed, overwhelmed with happiness.
Ever since he had taken Jane under his wing, he had looked upon her as the younger sister he had never had. Just like Jane, Daniel was quite alone in the world. His parents had left him orphaned at the age of eleven and he'd been pretty much raised by several different families in this community before he turned 18. While he had had help, it was never quite the same as having a family to be there for you through thick and thin.
"Oh, I'm so excited! I always wanted a little boy." Jane told Daniel, her voice held a reverent tone to it as she gazed at the screen. "I can get you some copies of this ultrasound and we can even frame one. I don't care how weird that might be, this is so exciting!" He said as he finished up her ultrasound. He cleaned the gel off her belly and watched her lower her shirt down.
So many emotions were overwhelming Jane and she couldn't help but wish she knew who she was. She tried not to let her missing identity plague her, but she couldn't help but think that her life before was wonderful. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but Jane knew that there were people out there who were looking for her and missing her extraordinarily.
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10:23. The numbers on the clock were bleary to his sleepy eyes and he was too exhausted to care that he had slept in later than he intended. It was the weekend so he could get away with it. No, he wasn't worried in the least for his mind was otherwise occupied. The dream he'd had last night was haunting him. All he could think of was her face. This time, a first, he'd finally been able to see it.
She'd had a beautiful heart-shaped face with delicate lips, a small button-like nose, and almond-shaped eyes colored brown eyes. What was most stunning of her was the bush of curls that sat atop her head and fell beneath her shoulders. She looked absolutely magnificent in his dream and when she lifted her head off his chest and smiled up at him, he could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment, and unfortunately he awoke.
Now, he couldn't stop thinking of her. Was she the woman that he left behind in his former life? Silas Prince awoke one day, splayed on his back, and staring at the blue sky before the sight of a much older man blocked out the beautiful sky. The man, he would come to learn, was a widower by the name of Samuel Thorn, or Sam for short. He was a stout older man due to a hunch in his back caused from years of hard labor and bad posture, with shock white hair, and dark skin. His eyes were so dark it was hard to tell what color they might have been. The old man had a wicked sense of humor that often times irritated Silas to know end, but he was a good man, and had helped Silas when he had nothing but the clothes on his back.
Samuel had taken Silas home, rambling on and on about his own life, and the things he had done and made Silas a good, hearty meal before asking him what he intended to do with himself, because he "sure as shoot ain't gon' be mooching off of" Sam. Silas had honestly replied that he hadn't a clue and didn't even know what interested him so Sam brought him a few books and asked him which struck his fancy. All of the books were on various subjects, but Silas found that he was most fascinated the aspects of business. He had politely, or as politely as he could manage in his deep, baritone voice, if Silas had any more books on business.
"Books, schmooks." Samuel shrugged and Silas had a feeling, if he knew better who he was, his old self would have been offended by a sentence understating the value of books. "I have something better." And with that, Sam introduced Silas to his laptop. It took a bit of fiddling and some instruction, but soon Silas got the hang of researching things on the internet.
Now two months later from that fateful meeting and thanks to Samuel's connections in the town called Creekton, conveniently located outside of the business mecca of London, Silas had a starting position in an innovative start-up business. He didn't have any clout or real pull in the company, but he was able to learn the ropes of what it was like to be a manager while bringing home a decent paycheck.
Silas recalled the day Samuel told him of the opportunity he was getting and it was punctuated with a grateful, albeit awkward hug on his part. Sam had looked at him, scowled from over his mug of tea, and said "Now, Sonny… Ain't anyone ever told ya you need a haircut?" And to this Silas replied, "I honestly can't recall." There was a brief pause and then both men burst out into loud laughter.
What Silas didn't know was that Samuel wasn't keeping the money that Silas would give him out of his paycheck each week and instead was putting into a savings account for the young man who he was so fond of. Sam's own son had passed away in his twenty's, murdered, and left for dead. Silas' demeanor reminded Samuel of his son. While it hurt, it was refreshing, and he enjoyed the younger man's company. It distracted from the loneliness that his life had wrought.
Rolling over in his bed, now that he was more awake and his eyes a little less blurred with sleep, he continued to reflect on what his old life might have been like. He couldn't recall anything and aside from a few moments of déjà vu or moments where he thought he might be remembering something, he didn't know much.
Silas guessed that he was somewhere in his forties and that as a youth he'd gone through a rebellious age if the tattoo on his arm was any judge. He knew he wasn't all that attractive, although women seemed to flock to him for reasons unbeknownst to him. He knew that often times his mood was surly and even slightly depressed and he didn't know why. He constantly felt as though he had to look over his shoulders and he had some of the strangest habits. When he sat down to eat a meal he always sniffed his drink and carefully, but surreptitiously examined his food as if he expected he was going to be poisoned. When Samuel had taken him shopping him for clothes, he found that he had an affinity for darker clothes such as black, gray, dark blues, and deep greens. And he found that Sam was constantly scolding him for giving the poor man a fright since he tended to linger in the shadows or sit in a room without lights on, head tilted back against the head of a chair, and his eyes closed as he focused on his mind as if trying to summon forth memories.
What he did know and was positively sure of was that something was missing. Silas didn't at all feel complete and he had a keen sense that it wasn't just in part to his missing memories. No. When he woke in the morning, he often found himself reaching to the other side of his bed to pull somebody closer, but nobody was ever there. When he sat and drank his morning coffee, he expected someone to come and ruffle his now short hair, or drape their arms around him.
There was a certain kind of emptiness that lingered in his soul and despite the friendship he found with Samuel and the fulfillment he got from his new job, he found that there was something missing. She, the woman from his dreams, was missing. He had no idea who she was, but he imagined she was vastly important to him in his past.
"Who is she?" He quietly whispered to himself, pulling the covers over his head, and trying to will himself back to sleep so that he could dream of her again.
A/N: Don't forget to leave some feedback! I respond better to positive responses & constructive criticism. Also, the next chapter will probably be a short chapter bringing it back to the Wizarding world rather than focusing on Jane (Hermione) and Silas (Severus). I hope that wasn't too confusing.