Warnings: TRIGGERS IN THIS CHAPTER!TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING! CONTAINS SCENES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, RAPE, AND MURDER. 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: You asked for smut. Here ya go lol. Thanks for all the reviews. We're getting close to 200. Wow, that really surprises me. Guess you're liking the story. P.S. if anyone has drawing skills and wants to draw up some artwork for this, I'd be super grateful. Maybe let you suggest a plot twist, or I'd write a oneshot with a storyline of your choice. Read. Review. Enjoy.

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In case you missed it: TRIGGER WARNING! CONTAINS SCENES OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, RAPE, AND MURDER.

Chapter 25 – Never Again

Tegan's POV

After hanging up with mom, I called the police station. There was no way I was going to put Sara through the danger of leaving paparazzi to roam the hospital. I explained the situation and they said they'd send two squad cars and the cops would take care of the piranhapazzi. I took a deep breath, then walked out, into the throng waiting for me outside.

"Tegan Quin, is the baby okay?"

"Is it true you abuse your pregnant wife?"

"Is she going to die?"

I did my best to ignore them and just shove my way through, but someone grabbed my arm. I turned and met the young female reporter, eye to eye. I tugged my arm back but she held tight.

"I just want a statement. Please, if I go back without a statement, I'll get fired." She pleaded.

I snarled and stopped struggling for a moment "You'll go back without a face if you don't let go of me. And don't you dare come close to my wife." I got up in her face, breathing on her nose, my eyes shooting lasers "You want to let go of me. I'm a mama bear right now. You've been messing with my cub. Do you know what happens to piranhas who mess with cubs?" I watched her squirm and shake her head. "Do you want to find out?" Suddenly my arm was dropped and my path was cleared. Just as I exited the crowd, I turned back to them. "The police are on their way to arrest anyone who is trespassing, has not left with security demands, and is posing a danger to the patients in this hospital. Up to you." I say with a smug smile, then turn around and continue back to Sara's room.

Stepping in, I breathe out the frustration. None of that matters right now. I took up my seat next to Sara again and waited for Emy. Sara really does have the most perfect face. Those jaw bones kill me every time. I take a soft hand in mine and gently rub my fingertips over her wrist, and down the back of her palm. I want to give her the world. In this moment, I want to give her every beautiful thing that has ever existed. This person laying before me, this person who at one point in time was half of me, this perfect person…is mine. I get to hold her whenever I want. I get to comfort her, I get to hold her face in my hands and kiss her. If something happens, I know she'll be there. Bad day? I get a hug at the end of it. Sick? Guess who's giving me cuddles and taking care of me? I sigh. Sara. My Sara. That name felt like home. That is Sara. She's my glass of wine at the end of the day. She's my home.

Just as these thoughts finish crossing my mind, her eyes slowly open and I can't help but feel a smile form on my face. She quickly mirrors it an takes in a loud breath, yawning. I move and sit on the bed, taking her hand into my lap.

My hand reaches up, brushing her hair to the side, and running fingertips over her defined jaw bones.

"I'm taking you home." I tell her, blankly

"What about the…" Her voice is scratchy and weak, so I cut her off.

"Fuck the tour. The tour's over Sara. It's not worth it" I bring her hand to my lips and press them to the soft, warm skin. "Nothing is worth you, or our baby's health. So I'm going to take you home, and lay in bed with you. For as long as we can. Mom's coming to cook for us, Emy and Lindsey will be there to keep her company, and keep an eye on you two."

Her eyes closed and she nodded. Her hand in mine moved to thread our fingers together. I could tell she was too weak to talk, so I made eye contact. She was worried. She was scared. I sighed and leaned in, kissing her forehead and making the same eye contact, but from much closer.

"It's okay Sara. You're gonna be taken care of. There's gonna be fallout from this, but none of it matters. The career, the money, the fame, none of it means anything if I don't have you. I'd give my life for you and our child. I'd scrape gum off the bottoms of park benches if it meant being with you." I tell her.

Sara shakily brings our clasped hands to her mouth and kisses the back of my palm, then places it on her chest. Her heartbeat is kissing my palm. Her eyes pierce mine. She's here. She's so here. Her mind, her body, her soul are all with me in this moment. She' s not thinking about the tour, the baby, the hospital. Just me. I take her free hand and place it against my heart, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm here too. All of me" I tell her.

I see a faint smile, and then she breaks eye contact, unable to keep hers open. Her brow crinkles as she strains. I run my thumb over the hospital gown-clad chest of my soulmate.

"Don't fight it love, sleep. You don't have to worry about anything" I whisper to her, followed by a forehead kiss.

Sara nods and yawns, closing her eyes.

I kiss her cheek and whisper into her ear again "I'm always going to take care of you."

Sara wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me home to her heart. I close my eyes and just let myself feel the intensity of our connection. My arms are about to give way, so I roll onto my side next to her and just listen to her heartbeat. One hand moves to her swollen belly, rubbing over our baby. I felt the tears well. Our baby. It's still so hard to believe. I can still remember being back in the other world, having the discussion that we could never be together. I remember feeling the black abyss ahead of us, the imminent doom of our love. But now here we are: Sara's pregnant with my biological kiddo. We're having a fucking baby. It still blows my mind. I push my face into her chest and let the emotion take me over. I feel lips on my head, and fingers through my hair as I silently convulse with tears.

My head slowly turns upwards, a tear streaked face meeting Sara's worried look. I smile. "Happy tears. Grateful tears".

Sara dips her head and meets my lips in a gently, comforting kiss, before laying back down and closing her eyes again. She just needed to make sure I was okay. I laid back down on her chest, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her near. I listened as her heartbeat and breathing slowly calmed and steadied.

Emy walked in not long after, tiptoeing, as not to wake her. I looked up at Sara, and despite my heart's protests, I slowly got up, and walked over to Emy.

Sara's POV

Tegan's body against mine always soothed me into a deep sleep. When I felt her start to cry, my worry overcame me. I can't sleep if she's not okay. What was wrong? I kissed her hair, and ran my fingers through the greasy locks, eliciting a look from Tegan. She looked so vulnerable when she cried like this. She assures me that they're happy, grateful tears and all I can do is kiss her gently. Let her know I'm here, and that I love her. She's okay, now I can give into my exhaustion. I let my head fall back and feel her snuggle in again, as I let her presence lull me into slumber.

Before I even opened my eyes, I smiled. I didn't know why yet, but my mind was at ease, I felt safe and comfortable. I felt at home. I took in a deep breath and yawned. It smells like home. I opened my eyes to find that I was in our bed, in our room. I couldn't help but chuckle and pull the blankets around me a little more readily. I was on my side, the pregnancy pillow formed to my front. I felt movement behind me and I didn't have to wonder as lips contacted my neck, then ear, and arms snaked around my waist. I turned around and kissed her lips full on. She responded back, running hands down my back. I kissed her hard, with passion, and Tegan replied with a perfect dance of hot, wet lips, gliding over mine. I could taste her. Like bananas and yogurt. Tegan always tasted like this when she woke up. I loved it. My hands slipped through her hair, pulling her face closer. I rolled on top of her, taking control. Tegan let out a guttural moan as my thigh contacted her now wet briefs. I smiled against her lips and broke the kiss, both of us breathless.

"Can I?" I asked.

She nodded in response, and leaned up, kissing me, while quickly reaching down and practically ripping off her underwear. I loved the feeling of her squirming beneath me, as her body begged. I caught her lips again, this time escalating the kiss to feverish heights. We were like teenagers under the bleachers, kissing like we needed it to breathe. Tegan turned to putty, melting as my hand went down and cupped her soaked cunt. She bit my lip, and her tongue asked for entry. My body responded, and without even having to think, I parted my lips and let my tongue slide out to meet hers. Our organs danced and glided along each other, sending sensations through our bodies. Now, Tegan is always super wet, especially when she's horny. But she's never dripped before. She's dripping now, right onto the sheets. It's possibly the sexiest thing ever. I run my index finger along her slit, playing with her excretions and am rewarded with the vibrations of a moan in my mouth, and the feeling of her hips rolling into the bed.

I can't help but smile as I slide one digit inside of her and she gasps, kissing me even harder and grasping onto me. I slowly slide it out. That finger glides up her swollen, drenched folds to find her clit. She jumps at the shock of my finger on it, then shivers as I begin to roll it around between my fingers.

"Oh my god, Sara!" she moans, breaking the kiss to throw back her head.

I kiss her neck as she starts to strain.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard" I whisper to her. "And then if you get me a chocolate bar and some bacon, I'll do it all over again. Understand?" I ask her.

She nods. She knows I'll do it again even without those stipulations, and I know she'd stop this all right now and bring me whatever I wanted if I asked for it, but it was a game.

My fingers push into her clit deeper, and she moves her hips with the on and off pressure. I roll down, beside her, switch hands, and use my free hand to grasp onto the back of her thigh, feeling her hamstrings tighten against my palm as I continue to work on her swelling clit. I glide one hand up her bum, and back down to squeeze the inside of her thigh.

"Oh fuck! Sara! You're driving me crazy!"

"Then I'm doing my job." I reply with a grin.

I nuzzle her neck with my nose and focus on her. As I continue to push her clit like a button, then roll it under my fingers, the thumb and forefinger of my other hand run up and down her labia. She starts to buck and whine.

"Do you want me inside of you?"

She nods, panting.

"Say it"

"Yes" she replies.

"Tegan, say it!"

"Sara, please. Please, I need you inside of me now."

I glide two fingers into her and she freezes for a moment, tensing. I smile smugly then start to kiss down her body. I start by rolling my tongue in her collarbone, then kissing down a breast and rolling a nipple in my mouth. She moans and bucks, her hands pulling my hair gently. I don't stop there, and kiss down her stomach, loving the feel of her abs under my lips. Tegan has great abs. I keep kissing to her bikini line, and her sensitive thighs, taking gentle love bites where I want.

"Sara, what are you…?"

I let go of her clit, and then suck it into my mouth.

"OH!" she cries out. "HOLY FUCK!"

It's a swimming pool down here. She tastes so sweet. Like icing. I tentatively curl my fingers, and meet with the spongy feeling I know all too well. Tegan's toes immediately curl and she whimpers.

"Sara!" she cries out.

I smile, then run my tongue over her clit, eliciting another jump. Putty in my hands. I curl again and she bounces a bit, bending her knees. I don't let her escape my sweet torture as I start to sync the two up, swirling my tongue over her hardening clit, and curling my fingers to meet her g-spot. It's intense, I can feel it in her entire body, but I want next level. I want to blow her mind. I start to pump into her faster, her pussy slurping my fingers in eagerly. I love the sound of her cunt greedily lapping at my fingers. I suck her clit into my mouth and start to hum. Her body quakes and her stomach tightens. She cries out.

"Ahh! Oh fuck! Yes! Sara! Holy fucking god, Sara!" she screams out.

I smile, and keep up the pace, moving my second hand now, to gently pull up on the skin of her lower abdomen, lifting her clitoral hood. I lick over her bare clit and feel the intensity crank up for her. Everything stiffens and she's trying to catch her breath as her lungs and heart work over time. She's bucking her hips into my face, and I abandon the licking of her clit for a moment. She starts to relax, just before I suck in the exposed bundle and hum.

"I'm gonna fucking explode! Holy shit Sare! Holy fucking shit! What the fuck? What the fucking…." She's cut off as she screams, her legs kicking the blankets gently.

I feel her squeeze my fingers and I don't stop, I go faster, harder. I want to give her the orgasm of her life. I want to mess up that perfect hair. She does explode, all over my face. I can feel her ejaculate dripping from my chin. I smile wider. That's what I'm talking about Tegan. Her hips are bucking wildly as she reaches for a pillow, shoving it into her face and screaming loudly into it. I don't want her to pass out, so I slowly start to bring her down. The rings of muscles clenching and releasing my fingers start to follow my lead, until they stop. She slowly deflates into the bed, her body relaxing, hands dropping from the pillow that stayed on her face. I smiled and stopped humming, gently pulling out my fingers.

I hated in pornos where they licked their fingers, it was so fake and obviously for the male viewer. But here, after having tasted Tegan like this, I'm addicted. I suck mine clean, then look down at her slobbering cunt. The least I can do is clean her up. I start by lovingly running my tongue over her clit, then gently sucking in each labia, gliding down it's length.

Tegan starts to moan lowly, clearly enjoying the treatment. Once the outside is licked clean, I slowly part her folds with my tongue and scoop up the wetness with the tip. She shudders. Once I'm satisfied, I suck her entire vulva in like a vacuum, then kiss it. Licking my lips, I lift my head, just as she pulls the pillow off her face. Look at that! I messed up her hair! I smile sheepishly and bite my bottom lip.

"You're a goddess" she moan.

I just shrug and smile. I move up to her, and she kisses me passionately, then rests me on the bed. Tegan quickly gets to her feet and pulls on a fresh pair of underwear, and t-shirt.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

Wasn't she gonna cuddle?

"Bacon and chocolate" she says with a smile.

I laugh. "Yeah. You BETTER go get me that!"

She chuckles back and runs out of the room.

Holy shit, Tegan ejaculated all over my face.

Tegan's POV

I practically run into the kitchen. Mum, Emy, and Lindsey are all at the kitchen table, having an afternoon snack it seems.

"Hi. Just grabbing snacks" I tell them, going to the fridge. I start to pull out the bacon.

"How's Sara feeling?" Mum asks

I laugh "Oh trust me, she's just fine. Much better" I assure them, and fire up the stove.

I see Emy go tongue-in-cheek as she looks at Lindsey. They giggle.

"Laugh all you want, I don't care. I'm getting orgasms. Mind blowing orgasms." I tell them

I see my mum's eyes go wide and I bite the inside of my cheek. I see that look of shock quickly turn into a smile. We've never talked about sex openly before. She always wanted me to, but I never could. It was one of the aspects of our relationship she wanted so badly. Well mum, there it is. I shrug and put the bacon in the frying pan and sigh happily, grabbing an apple and taking a bite.

"Cravings?" Lindsey asks.

I nod, and mumble through chewing the apple "Bacon and chocolate."

"She's gonna eat more than that though." Emy added in "one of those would be great" Emy points to my apple.

I nod. "Yeah. For sure.

"I'm gonna bring some of my gear from the office too, keep a close eye on her." Emy added.

I smile "Great!" and open the fridge, pulling out two bottles of water.

"Tegan, slow down" Lindsey speaks up.

Emy finishes her banana, and wipes her hands together "Yeah. I want to give her a look over before any more…athletics. Just now, did you…penetrate her?" she asks.

I shake my head "It was all about me" I smile, and plate the bacon.

Emy nods and gets up from the table, heading towards the spare room to get her gear. I sigh, feeling myself calm down. I take a strip of bacon and sit in Emy's now empty chair.

"So, things are going well?" Lindsey asked

I smiled, nodding "So happy to be home."

"I bet. The road is no place to grow a child inside of you. " Mom chipped in, pouring herself more tea.

"OH, you were having a tea party." I tease.

Lindsey gives me a look. I sigh happily, a gleeful smile unable to leave my lips.

"I see Sara gave you the royal treatment" Lindsey teased back.

I chuckled, forgetting Lindsey had slept with Sara before. I bit my labaret into my mouth ad nodded "Oh yea."

"you know, your second step-father…" Mom chipped in

I put my hand up "Please mom, no. Just be happy I'm sharing this with you. If you go there, I won't"

She sighed and shrugged, nodding. Emy came back out and I sprang up, grabbing the plate of bacon, doing a twirl, and snagging two chocolate bars from our stash, storing the water bottles under my arm, and swiping an apple, then chasseing towards the bedroom.

"I have never seen my daughter like this" I heard mum say as I disappeared behind the door.

I smiled as I came face to face with Sara, handing her the goodies. She sat up and I met her with a kiss. One, sweet, golden kiss, before pulling away and smiling.

"Babe, we should change the sheets" she said.

"Why?" I asked.

Sara blushed as she pulled both her lips between her teeth "You kind of, ummm…" she didn't finish, just pulled back the blankets. There was a decent sized wet spot.

"Did I pee?" I asked, horrified "Oh god, Sara, did I pee on you?"

She laughed and shook her head "Oh no, that's not pee."

I gasped, realizing what it was. "Really?" I ask.

She nods, taking a bite from a strip of bacon "Oh yea" There's the Sara ego.

I laugh, and gently slug her shoulder "Minx."

"I'm just THAT good." She boasts, finishing that piece.

I sigh and kiss her again "I'm not complaining."

"Good" she replies, then moves the food to the nightstand, and gets out of bed. "Now, help me change em."

I help her, and we quickly pull off the soaked sheet, and replace it with a new one. I fall face first into the bed and sigh. Hands snake up my back, fingers running in and out of the dip in my spine. She starts to lift my shirt, as one hand rubs over my bum. I gulp, feeling myself excite again. But no, I need something else before. I sit up, and she's immediately in my lap, grinding her hips into me and wrapping her arms around my neck, as mine rub across her sides to hold her hips. I close my eyes and shake my head.

"Sara, stop. We need to talk." I tell her.

She stops immediately, and runs her hands through my hair. A million thoughts fly through my mind as she makes eye contact.

"what's wrong baby?" she asks.

"You almost fucking died" I whisper, swallowing hard. "You were fine, then you just straight up passed out on stage."

I see her sink and hate that I ruined the mood, but I really need to talk about this. She knows.

"Tegan" she exhales

I gulp, needing to be honest about my emotions with her. "I thought you were dead. I was….I was so scared. Sara, I don't know what happened, I just went away. My body was there, but I just went away. I thought you were dead." I feel the tears as I hook my arms under hers, and hold her close. She smooths the hair on the back of my neck and holds me.

"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry." She whispers to me. "I'm so sorry."

"It's my fault. I should have taken better care of you, if you would have… It would be my fault I'm sorry Sara." I tell her, feeling the weight of my guilt.

"No, Tegan. It's not your fault. I need to be smarter. It's not just me anymore. It's my fault. I was the one who forgot to drink. No one expects you to take a tally of what I do every day. Oh baby, I hate that you're hurting like this." She says, kissing my forehead as I sob loudly into her. I'm so grateful that she's here, in my arms. Imagine if she wasn't. I'd never have another Sara orgasm, never feel her body move beneath me, hear her voice call my name into the night. She's never be there to hold me afterwards, or comfort me when my emotions took over. I slowly pull back, and look up at her.

"Sara, if you… I couldn't imagine…" I gasp out.

"Hey, hey. Listen to me. If that happens, you're gonna be okay. Got that? You're gonna be okay. You're gonna say goodbye to me, remember the good times, and take care of our daughter. But I promise I'm going to take better care of myself. What happened yesterday was a stupid, stupid mistake. I'll never make that mistake again Tegan, I promise."

I gulp and nod slowly as she pulls me right back into her and rocks her gently. I let the pressure of her surround me, and the warm and softness of her body comfort me.

"Baby, how much sleep have you had?" she asks me in a whisper.

I shrug.

"I think you need to sleep. C'mon, plenty of time for fun later. You know you get extra emotional when you're tired." She notes.

I nod and let her pull me down to the bed. She kisses my forehead and runs her hands through my hair again. I snuggle into her chest and rub her belly.