Warnings:Chapter contains a homosexual incestual relationship and sexual content between two women. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Rating: M

Summary:. What happens when she gets her wish and Tegan finds herself in an alternate reality where Sara is her girlfriend, and not her sister? Will be a LONG fic, updated often.

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNN here we go! No triggers that I know of in this chapter, but head up: there will be in the next few. Thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated!

Disclaimer: COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!

Chapter 11 – Terrible Storm

Tegan's POV

I felt Sara slip into unconsciousness. I wasn't even tired. I just held her for about an hour, kissing her forehead, listening to her breathing and feeling her heartbeat kiss my skin. I could revel in the feeling of her pressed against me forever, but my bladder was protesting. I slowly slipped away from her, and went to relieve my need. When I came back, she was curled up in the blankets. I walked over and left a light kiss between her shoulder blades, and she moaned in her sleep. I smiled and walked into the inner cabin that held the kitchen, going to work on some dinner. She'll be hungry when she wakes up.

As I'm putting the lobster in the pot, I can't help but direct my thoughts to that jar still on the end table. It made me nervous, but in an excited way. I let my mind drift away from the present reality, to thoughts of feeling my child move inside of Sara, to how Sara would look as she carried. She already glows, I can only imagine that she'd be as bright as the sun, pregnant. I smiled and started on the butter sauce and replayed the last few hours in my mind. I've been with a fair amount of people, and had thought that I'd experienced the best of the best; that I'd done all there was to do and felt all the sensations. How untrue that all was. It doesn't matter what my previous experiences are, because nothing prepared me for this. Nothing compares. Nothing else is even in the same league. Sara's the NHL All-Star game: game 7 of the final round of the Cup. Everyone else was the first Timbits practice, barely able to stand on skates. I'm so Canadian. I'm so in love with her. I looked down at the ring on my left hand and sighed happily, checking the food and walking out, onto the deck. The sun had already set. It was so dark out here, so far away from the world that the stars were vibrant. I smiled, looking up as I lit more candles on the deck, and turned on the Christmas lights that adorned the stern of the boat. I went to work, pulling out the table and chairs from the storage compartment. I laid out a nice table cloth and set the table, careful to fold the napkins perfectly, drizzle rose petals over it, light the candles, and add a single, red rose to the centerpiece. I stepped back and admired my work, then headed back to the kitchen. Sara stood there, in only boxers and a white t-shirt, munching on a carrot and peeking into the pot of lobsters.

"Hey! Get outta there!" I scolded.

She blushed. "Lobster? Tegan, you really went all out."

It was my turn to blush as I shoved her aside and stirred the butter sauce, checking the steamed vegetables and quinoa salad. I felt the familiar sensation of Sara's arms around m mid-section and lips on my neck and stopped to smile and sigh. I leaned back into her warmth.

"You know, sandwiches are just fine by me" she whispered while taking my earlobe into her mouth.

"I know, but I wanted to make tonight super special"

"Oh, love that was no complaint, trust me! It's just, you're working so hard" she told me, starting to rub my shoulders.

I smiled "You're worth it. I want to make sure tonight's a night to remember. Even if it doesn't take from tonight, it's the first time we've tried to conceive. This is just my way of showing you how much I love you, and how much I'm going to love this baby."

I put the top back on the pot and turned around in her arms, facing her and wrapping my hands around her neck. She took my waist, rubbing up and down my sides as I leaned in for a loving tender kiss. I loved feeling her smile against my lips, and the taste hers held after she'd just woken up. Dare I say that Sara had the best morning breath!

We made out in the tiny kitchen until the timer went off and I hastily had to break it. I turned to the stove, quickly.

"I'll meet you on the deck in a few minutes?" I tossed back at her and felt a kiss on my shoulder, then heard the door to the deck open and close. I smiled, plating the food, making sure everything was perfect. Then I opened the fridge and smiled at two perfect little chocolate lava caked, unwrapping the plastic wrap from them and popping them into the oven.

I walked out of the kitchen, a plate in each hand, and walked out onto the back deck. She was sitting at the table, sipping her glass of sparkling grape juice. I placed the plates down and sat down. And there we sat, at this romantic candlelight dinner in our underwear. We must have been thinking the same thing because we looked up at each other at the same time and laughed. Then, Sara took a bite of her lobster and it looked like she was gonna have another orgasm. I smiled and started on my vegetables.

"Holy fuck Teegs! This is really good" she exclaimed.

"Thanks, I've been working on perfecting it. Thank you food network" I said, smiling and continuing to eat my dinner. "So, are you ready for tonight?"

I got a big smile in return and felt Sara's foot hook behind my calf under the table. "You have no idea."

I smiled back and took another bite. We ate until we were stuffed, then I pulled the cushions from the benches onto the deck, adding pillows and blankets. Sara happily sprawled on it. I took a minute to run in and grab dessert. While I was pulling the cakes out of the oven, she walked passed me and into the bedroom, only to walk back out a minute later. I smiled, wondering what she was doing. I shrugged it off and grabbed dessert, heading back out. She was sitting back on the pillowed deck. I handed her, her lava cake and she dove into it, moaning happily at the first bite. She offered me the second and I gladly accepted it, sucking the fork clean. She leaned in and kissed me afterwards, licking the chocolate off my lips. I couldn't help but giggle. I looked at my cake and decided that I'd rather just play with Sara instead of eating it. I pushed it aside and laid my head in her lap as she ate. I gently lifted her shirt, exposing her tummy and started giving it soft kisses, loving the feel of the warm, soft skin under my lips. I looked up to see Sara just enjoying the sensation of my lips on her skin, in one of her favourite areas as she enjoyed the cake. I wrapped an arm around her lower back and rubbed circles there. I sighed happily, looking up into her eyes. She smiled, put the plate down, and took off her shirt. Then she laid down, wish a happy little groan. I moved my way up to lay my head in the crook of her arm. She wound the arm around me and kissed my forehead. We both laid there and looked up at the stars.

After a few minutes, Sara shifted to look at me. She stared me right in the eyes. She didn't say a word, just reached behind her with her free hand and grabbed something. She held it up: the feeldoe. Only there was a tube coming out of the back of it, just below the bulb. Could it be?

"This is why I read the instructions" she beamed in pride.

"Oh, you!" I called out, tackling her with a kiss.

She laughed as I bowled us over and she stripped me of my shirt. I felt my heart hit the deck as an overwhelming feeling came over me, our lips brushing again. Her hands ran through my hair as we were skin on skin once again. It was like a mist was rising and dancing around us. I felt cool drops on my back, and realized it was lightly raining. I writhed against her in absolute bliss, laughing and smiling. Her hand caressed my now wet back, as I was her personal umbrella. She fit perfectly beneath me. Sara rid me of my boyshort underwear, running her hands over my bare ass. I smiled wider and laughed, kissing her neck. It was so sexy and so fun. I felt her body wrack with chuckles as she lowered her aim and stroked down my wet slit. I moaned and thrust my hips into her crotch, causing her in turn to moan. Reaching up, I pinned her wrists above her head. Those delicate wrists, safe beneath my palms. I slowly kissed down her body and stretched the elastic band of her boxers to slide them down and toss them aside. Her hands went to my head instantly as I inhaled her sweet scent. My dessert. I took a tentative lick up her length and she quivered. She tasted so good. I felt her knees rest on my shoulders, and her calves on my back as the rain continued to fall, covering us in a light sheet of water. Sara's back arched as my tongue darted out again to drag over her clit.

I couldn't help but watch as her breasts started to glisten and her hair dampen to a darker shade. Where did all the years go? Look at this gorgeous woman. I remember that awkward, scraggly teen. Now, look at her. Look at us. She snaps me back, like she always does by taking my hand and placing it over one of her breasts. I love her breasts. I happily give it a gentle massage, running my thumb over her nipple as she squirms beneath me and I suck in her clit. Her hips buck, and feel her pool out from just below my ministrations. I want to keep going, but she's pulling me up to her and I can't help but follow what she wants. I let her pull me up and lay a gentle hand on my chest, pushing my upright. She steadies me with a hand on my back as she reaches out and starts to tease my clit. I moan and my body threatens to fall back, but she's holding me steady. I feel her fingers leave, but they're quickly replaced by a pressure at my entry. I open my eyes to meet hers. She's pleading. She needs this. She wants this badly. I lean forwards, wrapping my arms around Sara's neck, and leaning my weight on her shoulders as I take in shaky breaths, letting her ease the bulb into me. Then, it pops into place and I let out a moan, almost collapsing into her. She catches me and pulls me back down on top of her.

I take a moment and prop myself on my elbow to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. I see the tears welling up. I can feel it. I know what she's feeling. I'm feeling it too. This perfect moment: the stars overhead, the light rain falling on my back, dripping onto her form the tips of my hair, the silver moon, the owls humming their approval, and Sara- perfect Sara beneath me, hands all over me, needing to feel me move inside of her, to leave something of mine with her, to create with her. We've created together since we put our handprints in the clay for mum at 6 months old. We've written songs and albums and painted stick figures and abstract shapes. We've co-written essays for school, and created plays and skits for the family. We've created this friendship and this perfect love. But now, comes the ultimate creation: life. We were going to create life together.

We don't need words. Novels are pouring out of her eyes to me. She tells me how she's feeling with the warmth of her hand on my bare back, and I can read each move of every muscle in her body. I lean down and kiss her passionately, moving the tip into her with a slight pressure. I feel her body lift and respond, trying to move closer to me. Her lips are aggressive on mine, attempting to pull all the love she can from me and replace it with her own. I feel the resistance inside her body and am careful to proceed slowly, but maintain steady pressure until I'm completely inside her. It's exquisite and I feel my insides twitch, as my mind roars with the idea. She grips the back of my neck hard, breaking the kiss and trading it to press us chest to chest, heart to heart, and let out a small moan right next to my ear. Her hands tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck, and I feel warm wetness on my shoulder that I know isn't rain. I kiss her shoulder as I press a little deeper and am rewarded with a thrust of her hips. Sara grips at my shoulders and I kiss her neck, pulling out a little, just to move back in. I can feel her tightness gripping me and I grit my teeth from the sensations.

I flashback to that first time: waking up with her riding me. Look how far we've come in such a short time. My hips start to move faster, my g-spot getting hit perfectly every time. Sara's grip on me is vicelike. I drop my head to her shoulder, and let my body be completely overtaken by her. I take all of her in: the way she smells like oak and honeysuckle, the warmth of her touch, the feeling of home. The rain cools my heated body, and I can feel it start to chill me. Have you ever had the sensation of being on fire and under the ice at the same time? It's riveting. I love her so completely and I can feel her love for me. I never have to wonder about it. It's always there for the taking, offered up freely. I feel the tears start to fall from my own eyes as the tenderness turns to pure passion. I move faster, pumping in and out of her. Sara moans incessantly, her entire body writhing and shaking with my thrusts. I can feel the weight of her breasts bouncing beneath me. I take hold of her hips and sit up, kneeling now, tilting her pelvis up. I know from this angle I can hit that spot deep inside of her, and I must because she lets out a scream as her body starts to spasm. I can feel her clenching around me hard. I moan and don't dare stop as she takes hold of my side and squeezes, bucking her hips wildly. I'm panting as I continue to thrust in and out of her, watching as I do so. Watching as she sucks me in and grips me tightly as I exit. I can feel the electricity through my body: a fire roaring from the inside out. I'm taking her right now. I am taking her as my own.

"Don't..ssss-top…keep g-g-oing!" She pleads.

I nod and do my best to move faster, thrust into her harder, as I massage a breast. She covers her face with a forearm, and I can see her biting the inside of it. I'm getting tired, and feel my body telling me to slow down just as Sara sits up, reaching for me. I slow the pace, and wrap my arms around her back, letting her crawl onto my lap. She gets into position, sitting on my lap, facing me with a little huff and dropping her head to my shoulder. I hug her tightly, but keep pulsing inside of her. My body is begging me for this release. She reaches for something, and must grab it because she rests back in place. I feel her teeth in my shoulder, muffling her whimpers and moans and I cradle the back of her head with a hand before she starts to bounce on me. My eyes roll back and my abdomen contracts, this position adding more pressure to my g-spot. I feel her shake, and know she's close to another release. I hiss and growl as I teeter on the edge, her body holding me in this sweet torture. I kiss her shoulder and feel my toes curl. Her muscles tighten along with mine: perfectly in sync. She hands me something, and I immediately know what it is: a pump. When I squeeze the bulb, I fill her up. By breath shakes and then it hits me, a mind blowing orgasm. I squeeze the pump, then go completely limp and so does Sara. We fall into each other as the waves crash down, held upright by the balance of our weight against each other.

I finish first, gaining some strength and holding her as she continues to shake and moan. I wrap her up completely in my arms and she rests against my chest, her body shivering, and convulsing with the intensity. I hold her steady. I'm still panting, my chest heaving, trying to catch my breath. The moans coming from my partner quickly turn into sobs as she buries her face into my chest, and paws at my chest. I hold her tightly and kiss her hair.

"I'm right here love, you're with me" I remind her and she nods.

She starts to hiccup as she looks up to kiss my jaw, and I lean down to meet her lips in what can only be described as the best kiss of my life. It calms her, and she lets out a happy sigh as the tears keep falling. She breaks the kiss and snuggles into my chest, her forehead resting against my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling, until I feel her shiver from a different sensation. She's cold.

I lay her down so gently and kiss her face as I slowly pull out of her. I take the appendage out of myself and lay it on the deck. I'll clean it later. I look at Sara who looks exhausted and is shaking like a leaf. I wrap her up in my arms and help her to her feet.

"Lets get inside and get dried off and in that warm bed. Then be prepared for a warm up snuggle session, mister!" I tell her in a playful tone.

She looks at me looking like a drenched rat with big, puppy dog eyes, swollen from crying and says plainly "I love you".

I soften "I love you too". Then wrap her into me again and guide her into the cabin. I see her eyes starting to close and I quickly go to the bathroom for a towel, then wrap her in it. I kiss her cheek and rub her arms. I walk over to my small dresser and grab her a hoodie and pair of sweat pants. I slowly dress her, until she's dry and bundled up, then help her under the comforter before getting myself dry. I pull on some clean underwear and join her. Sara instantly curls up to me and stops shaking.

"So much better" she smiles happily.

I kiss her temple and let her wrap me up into her. Her breath tickles my ear.

"I can feel you running out of me" she whispers.

I smile and kiss her neck gently.

"That was the best orgasm of my life. I didn't think it would ever stop" she whispered again.

"You were so sexy" I whispered back.

"I'm afraid to fall asleep. I'm afraid that this is just all too good and it's gonna go away" Sara mumbled to me.

I sighed and snuggled closer.

"It would take a hurricane to rip me from you. I never want to leave you. No matter what, I'll always love you. You'll always be the heart my song sings" I tell her.

"You always know what to say to make me feel better" she tells me.

I get hugged tighter and am falling softly into the warm surrender of sleep within this perfect spot when there's a loud bang outside. The boat begins to sway. I don't think, just hop out of bed. I'm on my feet when there's a loud crash. I look to Sara who looks terrified from the bed. By the third crash, I'm running outside. I start to stagger back. I don't believe what I'm seeing. I hear Sara gasp, I can see the waves crashing, but something's wrong. It does feel right. My eyes lock on the chain that I know is locked to the anchor that's wedged into the bottom reef. Rain is pounding all around me.

"TEGAN! NO!" Sara screams from behind me as my body moves quickly.

I bolt for the chain, and start tugging it up. My mind was thinking one thing: If I don't get this anchor up, and let the boat free float, the storm is going to overtake us. I keep pulling in the chain, faster and faster.

"SARA! I'VE GOT TO GET THIS ANCHOR UP AND WE NEED TO GET TO SHORE! START THE ENGINE!" I yell back, barely able to see her nod through my half slotted eyes and the pounding rain.

I turn my full attention back to the task at hand, and finally feel the anchor's full weight. I stumble back as I pull it up and on board. Just as soon as I sighed in relief, and felt the weight of the situation lift, the boat is rocked and all I feel is water surrounding me. My lungs fill as I gasp, then there's just darkness.

Sara's POV

I had just started the engine when the boat rocked again. I turned back just to catch her feet leaving into a wave.

"TEGAN!" I called out, in a whimpering voice.

I ran in what felt like slow motion, needing to get to her. When I got to the safety rails, my eyes searched the waters. I frantically darted my attention back and fourth between the span of dark blue as I punched through the glass encasing that held the life preserver. I felt the anxiety welling up in me. Tegan! Then, I caught a glimpse of white. She wasn't moving. I made sure the dingy was tied tightly to the boat, then jumped in.

I swam to her, grabbing hold and hoisting her limp body under one arm as I hastily used every inch of my strength to pull us via the rope, back towards the boat. I got halfway when another waves crashed over me. I inhaled some water as I went under, careful to keep a strong hold on my wife and the rope. My shoulders screamed as the ligaments were pulled between the two. I refused to let go. Then, we bobbed to the surface. I coughed, feeling my throat burn. I was going to have an asthma attack. Luckily I coughed some of the water up, and just kept pulling us, until we were at the safety rail. I took as deep of a breath as I could, and ducked under water, using everything I had to catapult Tegan up. I used her buoyancy in the water to my advantage and was finally able to get her over the safety rail.

My lungs burned and my body ached. My mind was foggy and I was feeling light headed. I coughed like crazy, and another waves crashed over me. I reached out frantically and felt relief wash over me as my hands closed over the silk of the rope. When I came back to the surface, coughing, I reached up, took hold and used everything I had to hoist myself up. It was the first time I've ever done a chin up and hopefully the last. I let my body fall over top of the rail and onto the deck. I don't take a moment, like I should but I dart for the inner cabin, feeling the burn in my chest and grab my puffer. I take two quick hits, then run out, holding in the breath form the puffer still and drag Tegan into the chamber. Wait, why is she wearing clothes? She was only wearing underwear when she went overboard. But I don't have time to dwell. I quickly close the door to the deck, and run to the bow of the ship to start it up. I radio in on the CB as I quickly start to head in the direction of the closest shore.

"Mayday, mayday. This is SS Quin, heading to the Capilano Outpost. We need a medic. Do you copy? Over"

"Copy. SS Quin, this is The CO. Get out of that storm. Doppler says it's a pocket. Should be clear in under 2 kms. Medics will be here when you arrive. Over."

I gun the engine, carefully navigating the waves. It's a bumpy, scary as hell ride. We get a kilometer out, and I'm itching to get the rest of the way. It's at this point, I notice the burning in my arm and see the blood. Must have cut myself when I punched through the glass. I try to ignore it as I focus back on the scene in front of me. All my thoughts are on Tegan though. We finally hit the outside of the pocket storm, but I don't slow down. I keep the throttle at max, heading towards the familiar CO. I ease up when I see the lights from the ambulance, and steer my way in. They're on board before I can even dock. They all flock to me and start flashing lights in my eyes and checking out my arm.

"My wife, in the cabin. She fell over board! She was knocked out." I inform them.

Half the brigade leave me and dart into the inner cabin. I'm shivering now, the dampness of my clothes coming to my attention. I felt an emptiness start to sink in: an emptiness I've never known before. It could only mean one thing: Tegan was dead. I stared blankly out, into the vast blue ocean, where this all happened, in complete shock. The voices around me blurred, and all I could hear was my own breathing, coming fast. That ocean took her from me.

Just as soon as I had the thought, they came out with her on a stretcher. Her eyes were open, and she looked at me oddly.

"Tegan!" I exclaimed

I should have felt relieved, but I didn't. Why wasn't I relieved? Why was the heaviness of emptiness still in my chest? Our eyes locked.

That isn't my Tegan.