This one is really long, 3100 words! Woooh!

This is my version of Maggie Stanford's last days before she was taken. It's pretty dark. But then again the whole series kind of is.

Note: Dylan is much more proper than he would be in modern times, this is the 1870's. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Bloods… or Jack. *sigh*

Dangerous Waters

Maggie Stanford (Bliss) POV

"Stop moving!" My mother cried, as the seamstress jabbed me with yet another needle.

"I'm sorry, mother" I said exasperatedly, "Continue"

"It's very important dear, that you behave well at this ball." She said primly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Of course, that's all I hear about now.

My name is Maggie Stanford. I am sixteen, and getting fitted for a ball that will open my first season out.

Welcome to my nightmare.

The seamstress gave an exasperated sigh and stood back to look at me. I was wearing a deep green gown, offsetting my curly red hair and emerald eyes. She gave a satisfied "humph" and turned to put her needle and thread away.

I turned to my mother. She was looking at me proudly, from where she sat on the chaise.

"You look beautiful, dear." She said fondly.

I opened my mouth, only to be cut off.

"And yes you may go." She said, amused.

"Thank you!" I said and ran off.

My dog, Duchess, followed me up the stairs. I quickly changed out of my gown and into a comfortable cotton dress.

There was a knock on my door, and the door softly pushed open.

My friend, Vivian Vanderbilt walked in. Her blond hair pulled back in a twist and her green eyes excited.

"Well..?" She asked. "Where is your dress? I saw the seamstress downstairs."

Only Vivian would come all the way across town to see my gown.

"In the wardrobe" I said without getting up.

"Beautiful" She said, impressed. She lightly fingered the fine fabric.

"Mine is pink, with a long train of silk rosettes." She said. Her voice was airy.

Of course she would have to mention her own dress, I thought, slightly bitter.

"How about we talk a walk around town?" I asked. I was tired of being cooped up in the house.

She nodded and rose to the door.

As we walked we saw many friends and other debutantes stroll by. Lady Alexandra passed with her consort, Lord Raines. Miss Kemble waved to us as she walked around the corner, and Lord Burlington tipped his hat to us as he passed.

The cool Newport air tousled my curls as I linked arms with Vivian.

There was something about spring in New York that made me feel alive, like anything was possible. The trees on our street were starting to blossom and with me being presented into society, it felt like it symbolized a fresh start.

And as I was lost in my musings, the world went black.

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"Maggie"

"Maggie!"

A voice was calling my name. It seemed so far away.

The person pulled at my shoulder.

I spun around. Vivian was standing in my room, watching me stare out the window.

"What are you looking at?" She said with a tad of annoyance.

"Nothing" I answered truthfully, I had just been staring into oblivion, nothingness. My mind had started to wander.

"Well, I really should be going" Vivian said, looking at the clock on the wall. "I'll see you at the Committee meeting tomorrow?"

I nodded absently.

And with that she left.

What happened?

I couldn't remember walking home, or coming up to my room. I had blacked out, but Vivian talked like nothing was out of the ordinary.

I pushed those thoughts away with a shudder.

Something was not right.

Just part of the transformation. My mind whispered - the logical side of my mind, anyway.

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Four weeks had passed since the black-out incident, and I had yet to tell anyone. They were getting progressively more often, and worse.

There were nightmares, horrible, ghastly nightmares that chilled me to the very bone.

One minute I am walking down the street along the Hudson, and then the water ran red with blood, churning and angry.

One minute I am looking in the mirror, getting ready for a party and then a horrible beast is behind me, with red eyes and a horrifying grin. I tried to call out, but I couldn't find my voice.

I shivered.

Just part of the transformation. I told myself.

I looked in the mirror, afraid of what I may see. But it was only my reflection.

I was wearing the green gown, my hair was swept up in a graceful twist, with a few curls loose in front.

"You look beautiful."

I gasped, the intruder waking me from my distant thoughts.

My father stood in the doorway.

"Thank you." I said, trying to slow down my rapidly beating heart.

He strode across the room and helped me clasp my necklace. Once he was done he held out and arm to lead me to the car.

As soon as I descended the stairs I heard my mother gasp.

"Oh my dear, you're a vision!" She cried at seeing her only daughter dressed in such finery.

We headed to the carriage that would take us to the ball at the Vanderbilt's home.

"Lord Burlington won't be able to take his eyes off you." She cried joyously.

I was sure I was blushing madly.

Lord Burlington

Alfred. I thought dreamily. With his dark eyes, black hair, and heart-stopping smile, he was incredibly handsome.

The carriage pulled up in front of the Vanderbilt's townhouse snapping me out of my fantasies.

The coach stepped out to help me and my mother out of the cab. The word house didn't fully describe Vivian's house. House implicated a small structure while the townhouse was enormous.

I entered the house to see Vivian holding court among a group of young blue bloods. I smirked as I saw how they hung on her every word.

She turned and waved for me to come over.

I strode over to her as she escaped her entourage.

"Hello, did you just get here?" She asked.

"Yes, I just walked in."

"You seemed to have quite a group of followers." I smirked.

"Yes, I was bombarded." She giggled.

As we were talking, a tall figure stepped in front of us.

"Hello, Miss Vanderbilt." Lord Burlington said, nodding to Vivian.

"And Miss Stanford" He said bowing slightly, his eyes never left mine.

My heart was pounding so hard, I'm sure he could hear it.

Vivian seemed to notice my incapability of speech so she quickly stepped in.

"Hello, Lord Burlington." She said amiably. "I trust you are enjoying the party."

"Yes, I was just stopping by to see if I could take it upon myself to fill up your dance cards." He said grinning at me.

"Of course." I said, recovering. He quickly signed my card.

"Wonderful" He said taking my arm and whirling me onto the ballroom floor.

We didn't talk throughout the dance, but we moved in such synch and grace it astounded me.

The waltz came to an end and he stepped back and kissed the back of my hand. Our eyes were locked the entire time.

"A pleasure" He said.

I caught Vivian's expression over his shoulder. She gave me a knowing grin and turned back to her partner.

"Are you alright, Miss Stanford?" Alfred asked, concerned.

"Yes, yes, uh just a headache." I lied shakily.

My head was pounding, and the room was starting to spin. I couldn't see straight. Something was wrong.

"Why don't we go out onto the balcony?" He asked. "For some fresh air."

I felt myself nod, but I felt far away from my body, disconnected.

We stood on the balcony, overlooking the garden. The stars in the sky seemed especially bright tonight.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the sky.

"Maggie" He said. It was a shock to hear him call me by my given name, not Miss Stanford.

"I admit I had other reasons to take you out on here-"He started.

My breathing accelerated and my heart started hammering in my chest.

I felt him slide down onto one knee.

"Maggie, I knew you were different from the moment I met you. And with the short time we have known each other, I have fallen for you. I have never felt like this before, about anyone. Will you marry me?" He asked.

I was at a loss for words. There were so many emotions I was feeling at once. Surprise, joy, love but most of all happiness.

I nodded. "Yes!" I cried.

He stood up and held me close. I felt tears of joy running down my face.

Suddenly, I felt myself slipping away, losing consciousness.

Then the earth came out from under me, and I blacked out.

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I woke up in my bedroom, confused and scared.

Then it all came back to me at once, the ball, Alfred proposing, the dizziness, and then - nothing.

I jumped up and ran to my vanity. I was still wearing my gown from the previous night. It was crumpled and my hair was wild, and the makeup on my face was smeared. There was a crazed look in my eyes as I looked in the mirror.

What is going on?

Suddenly a figure appeared in the reflection.

I spun around to see who was behind me, but there was no one there.

The man wore a white suit, and had golden hair and deep blue eyes. He was beautiful, so much so he was hard to look at, but his appearance made me shiver.

Something was wrong about him.

He reached out and put his hands on my shoulders.

I cringed away as if his touch burned.

"What do you want?" I asked. My voice shook.

He just smiled. A cold, vengeful smile.

"It is time, daughter."

And then he disappeared.

I stood there, stock still, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

I stood there for a long time, just staring at my reflection, waiting for something.

Anything

I heard my mother calling me.

I let out a shaky sigh and went downstairs.

My mother and father stood in the sitting room, waiting for me.

"Maggie!" My mother cried as she saw my appearance.

"I know, mother." I said. "I had a long night, a lot of things happened."

"Yes, we know." My father said, fondly. "Lord Burlington came to me to ask for your hand earlier in the day. We had agreed to wait to announce your engagement until the Patrician Ball."

"Oh, yes of course." I said.

"Oh my dear! There is so much to do! A marriage proposal! And to such a fine young gentleman!" My mother rambled on. Her hands fluttered with excitement.

"Yes" I said, simply. It was all I needed to say to get my mother talking about wedding plans and my future. I knew I wouldn't have to speak for a while. So while she made lists and plans, she left me to my thoughts.

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A month had passed since Lord Burlington's proposal.

A month since she had seen the man in the mirror.

The black-outs and nightmares came now in force.

Something was in me. Pushing me out of consciousness and controlling me.

I wasn't myself.

I was a pawn of the Devil.

Lucifer

My father

I have tried to resist. I have tried to fight, but I am fighting a losing battle. Nothing works.

Today is the Patrician Ball. The day I announce my engagement to Alfred.

I should be excited. But I keep fearing the visitor will cause harm to anyone there. Everyone there will be Blue Bloods, after all.

I am wearing a white gown. It was very simple, but had a green sash tied around my waist. I wore an emerald necklace around my neck.

The white feels wrong, like a lie.

The carriage comes to a stop. Lord Burlington turns to me with a tender smile of his face and helps me out of the carriage.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes" I lied, giving a squeeze to his hand.

And hand in hand we walked into the party of the year.

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I couldn't take it.

I tried to enjoy myself. Everyone was congratulating me on my engagement, Alfred never left my side, and the ball was beautiful, but I kept hearing his voice in my head.

Telling me to kill

To kill Alfred

I was losing my mind. I think Alfred knows something is wrong with me. He keeps trying to comfort me.

I needed to end this.

If I could kill the visitor, everyone would be saved.

But how?

How would I kill something that is inside me?

The truth hit like a wrecking ball.

I would have to die.

I suddenly had a rush of memories from my past. Giulia de Medici tried to throw her off the terrace of her family's villa in Florence, Goody Harrison had tried to burn herself.

They had all tried.

But they had all failed.

I quickly excused myself from the crowd of people I was with. I ran to find Alfred.

"Alfred, I have to go." I said quietly, once I found him.

"Home? Are you feeling ill?"

"No. It's something I have to do." I said, my voice breaking.

He looked confused and concerned.

I leaned in and kissed him.

"Good bye."

Without a glance back, I turned and ran out of the ballroom.

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I looked down at the churning water beneath me.

It's what's best – for everyone. I tell myself.

I closed my eyes and before I could change my mind, I dove into the freezing water.

The water was murky and dark. I could hear his voice, furious and frantic in my head. I tuned him out.

My lungs were screaming for air, my heart was thudding in my chest, but I concentrated on the good things that would come of this, all the people whose lives would be saved.

My heavy skirts were dragging me further into the water.

It was peaceful really.

Easier than I had thought

All the people in my life, all the people I love, flashed through my mind.

My mother, my father, my friends, Vivian, and Alfred.

The last thing I saw was his face before I faded into unconsciousness.

Is it weird for me to be sad about this? But this is how I imagined her story to be, very dark.

Note: Women had dance cards back then to reserve dances with men at balls.

And I imagine Giulia de Medici's story and the witch hunt story to be similar so instead of doing their death, I'll probably do a diary type thing.

Next Up: Jack's Venator Mission OR Sophia/Jordan's Imprisonment in Rio?

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