I will be Waiting Tomorrow

"Hold the line! Don't let them keep you back!" Vincent screamed. He shot a fireball into the Valmese mass.

From a tactical stand point, the assault on the continent of Valm was going well. From a personal perspective, it was pretty shitty. Vincent saw soldiers cut down all around him. Thankfully no Shepherds or members of his team.

"Pike formation! Cut through these bastards that want to kill you!" Vincent cried, burning up a few more Valmese.

His command was doing better than Chrom's, but the Pirate Lord was doing the real damage. Of course, he led unpredictable pirates that lived the life of bloodshed.

He's a demon from hell

Next to Vincent, Morgan stood casting magic. Anna was in the back helping with the healing.

Vincent gave a shout of joy. His men had broken through impenetrable line of Valmese. The Ylissean league surged forward into the gaping hole, massacring the Valmese.

The blue troops mingled with the red. The Valmese were quickly being overwhelmed.

For such a powerful conqueror, he fields bad troops. Though we probably haven't seen anything yet…

His was startled out of his reverie by Morgan's scream of pain. He quickly looked left and saw Morgan clutching her stomach, an arrow protruding forth from it.

With a feral growl, Vincent found the archer quivering in the back. Their eyes met, and the archer began to run away.

But no one escapes Vincent.

A lance of fire formed in his hands, and the spymaster hurled it at the fleeing man, incinerating him on the spot.

Too quick of a death.

The tactician dashed to the tactician in training's side, "Morgan? Look at me!"

There was no answer.

But she was breathing.

Vincent grabbed at his cloak, searching for an elixir. "Father…?" a weak voice croaked.

"I'm here Morgan. Don't worry, you'll be fine," Vincent said finding his elixir.

It was empty.

"Son of a bastard!" Vincent swore loudly.

"Is there a fair maiden in need?" a voice spoke from above Vincent.

"Hark! By Eliwood's rapier, we must continue my companion!" another male voice said.

Vincent looked up to see to men. The white haired one bent down and handed Vincent an elixir. He hastily grabbed it. "Morgan, I need you to be ready. This will hurt," Vincent said darkly. She nodded and he grasped the arrow. After a deep breath, he wrenched it out. Morgan screamed. Vincent deftly applied the elixir.

Morgan had fainted, and Vincent gently picked her up. He turned to the newcomers. "Names. Now," Vincent stated.

"I'm Inigo and this is Owain," the white haired kid said.

His hair is like Henry's.

"Why are you here? Why help us," Vincent stated again in a cold tone.

"We…can't tell you that," Inigo said nervously.

Vincent's hand soon held a knife. "Do not think I'm helpless carrying my daughter. I will kill you unless you tell me," Vincent said in a deathly quiet voice.

"My good man! We are from the dark despairing future caused by-" Owain began.

"Cut the theatrics. Now. I'm in no mood for this," Vincent said, slowly advancing towards them.

"We're from the future! My parents are Olivia and Henry and his are Lissa and Donnel," Inigo nearly screamed as Vincent stalked towards them.

This stopped Vincent. "Hmm…like Morgan and Lucina. Alright, I'll buy it for now. But neither of your parents are married. What you do now is your decision," Vincent adjusted Morgan in his arms as he walked away. Owain and Inigo followed him.

I suppose I was a bit short with them.

A bit!?

Meh. My daughter's injured. I have better things to do.

…point made.

"What happened!?" Anna nearly shouted seeing Morgan in Vincent's arms.

"She's okay. Or she will be once you use your staff on her," Vincent said tiredly. Anna quickly began healing her. To his annoyance, Inigo and Owain had followed him.

"You…you're Vincent, right?" Inigo said.

"What of it?" he snapped. "I'm a bit busy."

"Ah…never mind," Inigo muttered. He grabbed Owain and pulled him out of the tent.

"Who were they?" Anna asked him.

"They were…I'll tell you later," Vincent yawned

"I have something to tell you though," Anna said, setting down her healing staff. "I met two of my sisters here in this city. They both spoke of a merchant that I should meet in a place not too far from here." She winked slyly at him.

"Hmm…I think I can get us a reconnaissance mission then," Vincent winked back. The spymaster kissed the merchant.

Remy yawned. It was a slow day. Though not many people came to their merchant tent. Those two Annas bought out most of their stock.

But that's Jessie's fault. She priced it all too low.

Remy continued polishing his axe. His shield was next. The hero could never be too careful.

"Oi! You! Are you gonna help me or not!" Jessie stuck her head out of the tent, her red ponytail swooshing.

"I am helping," Remy said.

"How?!"

"I'm keeping watch," he said smugly.

"Agh! As the older twin, I command you to help me do inventory!" she shouted. Remy jumped up, alarmed. "About time-" but she stopped. She saw what Remy saw. A bandit troop heading in.

"Son of a bitch! Well Jess, looks like we have a hell of a fight! Get your knives," Remy commanded. Jessie nodded and went back into the tent.

Could you see me now father? Cause I'm probably going to die. Wish me luck.

Vincent and Anna rode on their horse at a quick pace. They had told Chrom they'd only be a few days before coming back from their 'scouting.'

Anna had the other Annas mark on the map where the merchant Anna was supposed to visit was.

Remind me never to go to a family reunion of Annas. My head would explode.

Chrom didn't have horses to spare, so he gave them only one. Which was fine with the married couple.

"We should be close! Why didn't we bring a cart for all the stuff we'll buy?!" Anna pouted.

Vincent laughed and said, "If your two sisters visited this merchant, then you probably wouldn't have much of a selection then!"

Anna put her finger on her chin, "…Probably."

Vincent gave a 'hyah!' a urged the horse to go faster. They arrived at a clearing. At the far edge was a tent. A merchant tent.

And of course in front of them were bandits.

Typical.

Anna and Vincent got off the horse quietly and tied it to a tree so it wouldn't bolt. "How could they prey on an innocent merchant? It's unjust!" Anna cried in a hushed voice.

"But that's how I met you," Vincent winked as Anna giggled.

Both of them unsheathed their weapons. Well, Vincent pulled his tome out of his pocket. And they crept closer to the bandits.

There were only about twenty. With surprise on their side and the stereotype that bandits were pathetic, Vincent was confident they could win.

Then he saw what the bandits were doing. They were gathered around to bound people. A red headed woman and a green haired man.

We need to free them…plan. Got it.

"Here's what we do Anna…" he whispered the plan to her. She nodded and went to get into position. As did Vincent. He waited by the right side of the bandit clump while waiting for Anna. Then Anna began the distraction, "Hey! Bandit dumbasses!"

Anna never swears! She must be pissed for merchant hunting.

"You didn't get the right merchant! I'm Anna, the secret seller!" Anna began ranting, getting all the bandits' attention.

Checkmate!

Vincent burned through the two people's bonds and began hitting the exposed backs of the bandits. With help from Anna, and surprisingly from the two hostages, they quickly killed off the bandits.

Vincent rejoined Anna, then walked toward the two people they'd freed.

The green haired one immediately stuck out his hand to shake, "I'm Remy, and this is Jessie. Thanks for saving us, we would have died if not for you."

"Are you merchants?" Anna interjected.

As impulsive as always.

"I am, my brother here isn't much of one," Jessie said pointing to a sheepish Remy. "I suppose you, being an Anna, would like to see our wares?"

"Yes! Take me to your tent!" Anna cheered. The two women walked together, leaving Remy and Vincent behind to try and keep up with their quick pace.

Jessie and Anna went off to one section of the large while Remy and Vincent went to another part.

"So, can I get you anything to buy?" Remy asked in a semi bored voice.

"Not a fan of selling?" Vincent quirked an eyebrow.

"I take after my father more. Jessie takes after our mother, Anna."

"A daughter of Anna who doesn't look like Anna. That's surprising," Vincent said.

"And one who isn't named Anna," Remy laughed.

Vincent looked around the corner of the shop he was in. a stetson in the corner caught his eye and he walked over to it. "Ah…that was our fathers. It isn't for sale," Remy said quietly.

"Hmm…it's so similar to mine…" Vincent muttered.

Remy began hanging an axe on the wall of the tent, "What did you say your name was?"

"I'm Vincent," the spymaster said.

Remy dropped the axe.

"W-what?" Remy fumbled for words. Vincent just looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You look so different…father."

Now it was Vincent's turn to drop something. He dropped his stetson. "…I didn't see that one coming."

"By the gods, it is you! I would recognize that humor anywhere!" Remy hugged Vincent.

"Er…if you're my son from the future…why do you have green hair?" Vincent said worriedly.

"Oh right. Funny story. So back in the future (Haha, that's a funny phrase), I was home alone one day, Jessie was out with mother and Morgan was asleep. You were having Henry over. I thought it'd be fun to trip Henry as he walked by. So I did," Remy grinned. "He fell over, and while he did, he cursed me. My hair turned green. It used to be black like yours, but not anymore."

Now both of Vincent's eyebrows were raised as high as they could go, "And I didn't have him change them back?"

"If I remember correctly, you laughed when you saw me," Remy said.

"Well, Morgan will be happy to learn she has siblings," Vincent clapped his hands together.

The blood drained from Remy's face, "Morgan's here? What?"

"Huh?" Vincent cocked his head.

"Me and Jessie left Morgan in safe care! How is she here!? She's ten years old!" Remy raved.

"Well…she definitely looks at least sixteen to me," Vincent said, trying to be helpful.

"Of course! Stupid me…time travel. Nasty business, all wibbley. I was fifteen, now I'm like, twenty. Stupid, stupid me. Is she here right now with you?" he said hopefully.

"No…and she has amnesia. She barely remembers me," Vincent said in a neutral tone.

If possible more blood drained from Remy's face, "No…she'd remember me…"

There was a cry from the other part of the shop. Jessie ran like an arrow and hugged Vincent. "Father! Oh, I thought you were gone for good…" she began to cry. Vincent hugged her back. He looked up to see a beaming Anna.

Anna loves the fact of us having children. She may not admit it, but she does.

"Alright!" Anna said. "I have a question for each of you. Jessie, why didn't we name you Anna?"

"You wanted to, but father said it'd get too confusing with two Annas in a house," Jessie said, whipping away her tears.

"And Remy, why do you have green hair?" Anna said curiously.

"Haha, about that…" Remy began to laugh.

I need to go scouting more.