Hey all, here's the next chapter, it's a bit angsty, hope you don't mind.
Thanks always to libaka, for beta-ing for me and cheering me on for everything else. You rock all my socks, even the ones I haven't knitted yet. :)
Disclaimer: I still don't own Sisters Grimm. I'm still trying to figure out if I can kidnap Buckley and change that though. I'll let you know how that goes.
Chapter 33: Imagine
Darkness surrounds him. Henry can't understand why it is important that he wake up, but deep down inside of him, there is a little voice that is screaming for him to fight, to push against the darkness, to sit up. He wonders what is so urgent, and why the comforting, restful darkness is so dangerous, as the little voice clearly thinks it is. He's comfortable here, why would he want to leave?
At times, the little voice is drowned out by voices that Henry supposes come from outside the darkness. He feels like he should know them. One of the voices sounds like his mother, but she can't possibly be nearby. He left for New York years ago, and he has sworn that he will never return to Ferryport Landing. He thinks that if he truly hears his mother, than he should maybe listen to that little voice and try to wake up, but every time he starts to push back on the darkness, he simply gets too tired to do anything.
Henry is more frightened when he thinks he hears Sabrina. Little, loving Sabrina. She is his first child, his sweet, happy little girl. But she doesn't sound happy, this voice that he hears. This voice that sounds a little like his first daughter is angry, scared, with a note of loneliness to it that has Henry struggling against the bonds that surround him whenever he tries to move. This is when he tries to reach for the little voice that tells him he needs to wake up. Sabrina should never be sad or lonely or hurt. His baby has to stay happy, free from the burden of being a Grimm. Henry left for her, for her and any children he might someday have.
The outside voice that sounds like Daphne is the most convincing. It is as joyful, silly, and happy as Daphne has always been. His youngest daughter lives for every new moment, and takes pleasure in the slightest of things. Henry knows that Daphne would love being a Fairytale detective, simply because it would be an adventure every day. His mother would've loved Daphne. That's why Henry can't ever let them meet. His mother would've been a perfect grandmother to Daphne, but she would never have understood that his children need to be kept safe from harm. He and Jake were different. They were born and bred to be Grimms, with all the recklessness and eagerness that all Grimms have. Not like his daughters.
His children were meant to live like normal people, able to be free to find their dreams and be anything they dream of being. And his mother would never have understood Sabrina. Not Sabrina, who nearly rivaled Henry in being sensible and focused. Henry's mother would never understand how Sabrina worked. The idea that his mother was caring for his daughters made him want to wake up.
Whenever Henry hears the outside voices, and starts to fight the darkness, he is overwhelmed and he has trouble even gaining any sense of consciousness after. Most of the time is blessed silence. Henry floats in the darkness, and feels no urgency or fear. He has to make himself wonder why he's in this place, and not with his family.
Most of the time, Henry simply waits for something to happen. Anything. Anything to give him the ability to move, to open his eyes, to speak again. But for now he has to wait.
That's Imagine, and that's the last chapter I have written so far. I'll try to write more soon, but school is keeping me VERY busy, as are my clubs and my life in general. Lots of love from me to you until the next update though!
Please R&R, and have a great day,
Tam