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Emma herds everyone back to her house, leaving Jo, Amy, Quinn and Spencer at the beach house. She promises to fill Abby, Dathan and Darci on what is going on. Once they find Natalie and Jayden, Emma would do the same. Sydney promises to fill Mike and Shelby in on the weird goings-on.
Spencer says good night to them all and heads to her room before they pile into cabs and head off to Emma and Mario’s. Jo throws a look to Amy and points to Spencer’s closed door. Amy shrugs. They are all tired and Quinn, while filled with energy from Spencer, states she needs sleep.
“You can have my room,” says Spencer, having changed into shorts and a tee shirt. “I’m going for a run.”
“Don’t you need rest?” asks Jo.
Spencer shakes her head and is out the front door before anyone can ask her anything more. Quinn raises and eyebrow. “What is that all about?”
Jo collapses on the couch. Her elbows on her knees, cradling her head, she hates how this is effecting Spencer. “Sydney Doyle is a Wheaton…”
“Yes,” says Quinn.
“You knew?” say Jo and Amy in unison.
Quinn grimaces and sits on the chair across from Jo. “Yes, I knew. Didn’t you? Jon never told any of you?”
“No, he kept it a secret,” says Amy. “Sydney had HIV and she took Jayden’s eternal blood to cure it, so now, she’s part eternal, part talent.”
Quinn narrows her coal black eyes. “She’s found a soul mate?”
Jo nods. “In Spencer.”
“They are cousins!” roars Quinn.
“Pretty diluted cousins, Sean and Jonathan didn’t share the same mother. Spencer’s Wheaton DNA is from another reality where things might have been different, but – we know how twisted it sounds.”
Quinn muses for a moment, “Not as odd as one might think, many in the Royal classes wed their cousins, even had children with their siblings.”
Both Amy and Jo shake their heads. “You sound just like Dathan,” says Amy.
Quinn smiles. “He taught me well. I am going to rest; will you be able to fix the damage? I’m sorry about that, by the way.”
Jo looks up and sighs. “I’ll see if Abby wants to come play leggos later,” says Jo.
Quinn laughs and rises, as she does, she goes to Jo, leans down and kisses her forehead. “You get some rest too; we have a big day later. Time to go hunting like you’ve never hunted before. Your time hunting the Kindred humans was nothing compared to what we are about undertake. Keziah is old and that means even though he is crazy, he’s also brilliant.”
“Sleep well,” says Jo with a heated sigh, watching her go into Spencer’s bedroom.
“Wow,” says Amy. “I’ve been saying that a lot today.”
“What is wow?” asks Jo, leaning back into the couch and Amy settles neatly into her arms.
“I have never seen you with your mother, I mean, your real mother. Or the one who really raised – oh you know what I mean! I think you and Quinn together are sweet.”
Jo snorts. “She raised a girl without powers. I’m not a girl without powers. She raised a straight girl. I am not a straight girl. Is this do-able? Going after an eternal?”
“It better be,” says Spencer from the doorway. She leans down to take off her C-Leg, and then the new gel cup that covers her stump. “You have to find him before he targets me. He’s going to want my blood at some point and time.”
Jo’s face falls. She sits up, almost pushing Amy off her. “I hadn’t thought…”
“No, and don’t need to. I can protect myself, but I can’t protect all of them. He might come after them and hold them hostage to get what he wants. After Rylee, after Sydney, Tegan or Abby. Even you, Mom and you, other Mom.”
Amy chuckles at the joke. “What do you want to do?”
“Right now?” says Spencer, still catching her breathe, “I think I’m going to eat. Once this is over with and Nat opens a portal back to Quinn’s time, I’m going with her.”
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Sydney teleports Mario and Rylee back to Hawaii because there would be no way to explain how they got back to the mainland otherwise. She pops back in to tell Emma that she was going to head home but when she arrives, Emma is waiting.
“Sit down,” says Emma.
Sydney groans. “I feel like I’m being called in after school to the principal’s office.”
Emma laughs. “No, no. Nothing of the sort. You drink coffee?”
Sydney shakes her head. “Never had the stomach for it.”
Emma nods and gets herself a cup of coffee, and pours Sydney a glass of orange juice. “I know that you and Rylee are doing this dance with Spencer. I’m going to have this same talk with her too, so don’t think I’m singling you out.”
Sydney brushes her dark blonde hair from her deep green eyes. “Okay.”
Emma sits at the bar, turns to face Sydney and says, “They get married, Syd.”
Sydney sighs, shoulders slumping forward. “I know, Rylee’s told us a million times.”
Emma reaches out and takes Sydney’s hand. “My visions are very hard to change. Unlike Rylee’s visions that seem to have a lot of flexibility. I have seen them get married in different ways. The visions I’m getting lately is they do get married, but Rylee is in a wheelchair because Spencer goes to the alt-reality to hide from Keziah and something devastating happens when she’s gone.”
Sydney stiffens and pulls her hand from Emma’s light touch. “No, she goes to get away from us, doesn’t she?”
“I think that is the underlying reason, yes. Sydney we need to keep Spencer here to help protect you and to help protect Rylee. I know that you’re eternal, but Abby isn’t, Tegan isn’t.”
“Do your visions show that they, they get hurt?” ask Sydney. She gets up from the stool, the feet scraping lightly against the tiled floor. When Emma doesn’t answer right away her voice raises. “Do they?”
“I don’t know,” whispers Emma. “I’m scared, Sydney. We need Spencer here, you know we do. She goes into the other reality for any reason someone will get hurt. Maybe more than just Rylee, whoever it is, I don’t want anyone of you getting hurt. Or your parents, or Tegan’s family….”
“I understand,” says Sydney, her back to Emma. She lifts her head and rolls her shoulders back. “I have to give up Spencer to make sure she stays here.”
“No,” says Emma. “You tell her not to go. I’m going to make sure that Rylee tells her the same thing. Running away is not an option.”
Sydney bites her lip, turns and looks at Emma. “I’ll make sure she stays.”
Emma feels the relief flood her. She leaves the room, heading to her bedroom, absently touching different places of the house. Images of hand rails near the tub, a ramp leading to the car port all greet her in red hued prophecy. She makes her way to bed, setting the darkening blinks down, putting her phone on the charger and making sure the alarm, giving her three hours of sleep. She goes to bed alone, save for her Glock.
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“You are going where?” asks Jo calmly. Her foot thumps up and down, watching her daughter’s face, but Spencer looks away from her penetrating gaze.
Spencer hops past her. “He can’t get my blood if I’m….”
“You’re not doing this to make sure he doesn’t get your blood. You didn’t run from Iesous, why run from Keziah?” asks Amy. She eases around Jo and stares at Spencer. “You’re an Astin you don’t back down and Iesous was ten times the threat that Keziah is.”
Spencer’s amber and blue colored eyes meet Amy’s heated gaze. “You reading my mind?”
“No, that’s your other mother. The one who runs away from things that are tough,” says Amy. She uses her thumb to indicate Jo.
“HEY!” snaps Jo.
Spencer sits on the couch, rubbing her eyes. “I can’t handle it. God, I just cannot handle it anymore.”
“Spencer there is nothing you can’t handle,” says Jo. “I have seen you struggle with your power, I have seen you be kidnapped, travel the world, learn languages that have been dead for a millennia, there is nothing you cannot do.”
Amy rolls her eyes at Jo’s obliviousness and sits next to Spencer. “Rylee and Sydney.”
Spencer’s head hangs low, her hair obscuring her face. “Yeah.”
“Oh,” says Jo. She sits on the coffee table, testing its sturdiness then deciding that it was safe to put her full weight on. “I can’t tell you what to do. I can tell you…” She looks at Amy. “That leaving, running away, even if you think it’s a good idea can cause a rift that can’t be repaired. Or, you’ll lose them both, Spence.”
Spencer ruefully laughs. “Yeah at this point that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. At this point I don’t want to love anyone.”
Jo and Amy exchange looks. “What happened tonight? Before Quinn came crashing down through the ceiling?” asks Jo. Her tone’s soft and caring.
Spencer falls back into the cushions of the couch, her loose hair falling across her shoulders as she looks up at the aforementioned ceiling. “When I’m with one or the other it’s all fine, like the other doesn’t exist or that it’s all going to be okay. Until that moment end and another moment starts with the other, and I remember that it’s two peoples live and emotions,” whispers Spencer. “Or I see them together, that’s even worse. I know that this damn thing can’t end well. I know one of them is going to get hurt.”
“So you thinking giving them both up is better?” asks Amy. She reaches out and takes Jo’s hand for a moment and squeezes lightly and then releases it.
Spencer nods.
“Typical Wheaton response,” mutters Amy.
“You are pushing it,” says Jo. She points her finger at Amy, who grabs it and pulls Jo towards her. She goes and lands neatly on Amy’s lap. “Spencer, don’t run away. We’ll protect you. You’ll protect them too. We’re a pretty formidable team when we want to be, we took down a god.”
Spencer chuckles. “I’ll think about it. I should get upstairs and get the place ready.”
“Ready?” asks Jo. “What for, ready? The rest of the crew has school.”
“Oh,” says Amy. “Angelica asked if she could have her big people birthday party here and Spencer said yes.”
Jo wiggles from Amy’s grasp and stands. Her body stiffens and her eyes grow dark. “We should get some rest.”
Spencer glances up at Jo. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“It’s not.” There is coldness in Jo’s voice that Spencer has never heard before. “I told you this was your place to do with as you please.”
Spencer can see the tension in Jo’s shoulders, she sighs and stands. “Mom…”
“Get some rest.” Jo turns and walks to the other bedroom, closing the door on Amy and Spencer.
“Don’t leave,” says Amy again. “You’ll regret it.” She stands, pats Spencer’s back and goes off into the bedroom with Jo.
Spencer throws herself on the couch, extending her hands over her head and struggles to find sleep, if only for a few minutes she just wants everything to go away.
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“Don’t you walk away from me,” whispers Amy. Closing the door gently behind her, she leans against it, watching Jo who is standing by the window, staring out.
“I get what’s she’s going through, I had to pick too, once. Between you and her. Not exactly the same thing, but close enough. Hard enough. Maybe time away will be – well, will be what she needs,” whispers Jo. “I can’t tell her not to go, I have raised her to be independent. To think for herself.”
“She’s your daughter, our daughter and I don’t want her somewhere, hell, in another reality!” snaps Amy.
“Is this a fight?” ask Jo sweetly. She turns and sits on the bed, in much the same pose as Spencer, elbows on her knees, head cradled in her hands. “I don’t think I can fight tonight.”
“Morning, it’s morning,” says Amy. She eases behind Jo, kisses her neck, and then runs her tongue along her ear. “Want some morning…”
Jo spins around and captures Amy’s lips with her own, pushing her back onto the bed. Her eyes flash amber and she breaks the heated kiss. “My mom is in the other room, so is our kid.”
“Oh who cares, we’re adults,” giggles Amy, stripping Jo’s shirt off.
“What happened with this dating thing?”
“I think I overreacted,” says Amy, pushing up and kissing Jo’s neck, suckling hard. “I really thing that….”
“….you should shut up,” orders Jo.
“I agree,” says Amy. “How about you shut me up, or better yet…”
Jo grins widely, yanks the sheet over them and cuts them off from the world for just a short time.
Prologue Of Life
JG Marie
Life encased in this world
Lost without you
Images surround me
Scarring the page
Memories will falter with the waves of time
I enshrine this life I see
Fields of fire
On sacred shores
Time to make this dream fulfill
Got to make this nightmare real
Fear touching all I see
And all I feel
And all I know
We live in this wonder
And time keeps pushing on
Caught in the currents of destiny
Searching for visions of harmony
Tears of confusion are drowning me
Such is life on this ocean
Sounds taking vision
Recalling, Reliving
In melodies memories form
In seismic incisions
In rhythmic collisions
A raging unstoppable storm
Distance grows the miles are taking over me
I'll take another memory
And lock away this love I feel
Steal away the moments of your ecstasies
Watching
Waiting, hearts forever
Haunting all that's meant to be
Chasing a love that never was
Waiting, I bide my time
Feeding off the visions in my mind
I'm escaping the world outside
Dreaming out the ages eventide
And the world will start to slip away
Over and Over
All that's in your mind
Within the walls of lives that mirror mine
A fragile cell that holds this life at bay
A cage of love, encased in light
And if its broken souls will slip away
Soul slip away
It's crystal clear
You're Transparent.
The chase goes on
Nevermore to seek you, nevermore beseech you.
Evermore, Nevermore
Looking through the tears that heal
The race goes on
You'll never see my face again
It's crystal clear
I, Transparent
Transparent World
Face the truth to see inside the lies
No more lies; Weakness
Binds me
Fever burns in fading time
The skies will fall
Imaging the cold I see
In the path we'll always be
Rogue stars in a static sky
A violent sky ever changing
Within the heart you'll see
Do you feel the same? Do you feel?
Caught within our destinies
Life resume in time
Burning, dissolving
Melting in my mind
Stories of this world I've left behind
You said stay focused; the pain will fade in time
But through all these years
It's still you I fear
In time maligned
The chase goes on
Until we meet again my love
You are what you mean to me
Spirit Soul and rhyme