It was Saturday, which meant that at the moment Ivy Potter was sleeping in her dorm room while all of her friends, and her brother, were down stairs eating. 

Well, she was sleeping. Until a frantic Hermione came bursting into the room. 

"IVY!" Hermione screamed. 

"DIE!" Ivy yelled, jumping up and throwing a ball of fire at Hermione from her hands in surprise. "Oh my God, Hermione! You okay?" She asked when she realized who it was. 

"I really hate it when you do that." Hermione groaned from her place on the ground where she threw herself down. 

"I hate when you wake me up like that. Mione, what's wrong? You look worried." Ivy said, noticing the frantic look. 

"There's something going on in the Great Hall. You need to come down, now." Hermione told her and Ivy nodded, warily. 

"Can it wait till I get ready or do we need to go down now?" Ivy asked her, concerned. 

"Yeah, it can wait till you're ready. I just wouldn't wait too long." Hermione told her honestly. 

"Okay, I'll go as fast as I can." She said, grabbing the clothes she had laid out for today and heading for the shower. 

In the mean Hermione was thinking about what had just happened. 18 groups of people having come from nowhere. Some guy named Jack saying that he wanted to show everyone the lives of Merlyn, or Ivy in this case, because she thought it would be a good thing for them to know what's coming for each of them. How they all knew her in some form or another. 

Oh and let's not forget the handsome boyfriends or husbands of the woman in question from her other lives. 

And how they all started demanding to see her, and how they wanted Jack to up her memories back and a bunch of other stuff. Oh and how about the fact they're all threatening to kill each other because of hunters, and "half breeds" and other crap, 

Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts when Ivy came out of the bathroom, ready to go down. She would have asked where Ivy got the muggle clothes from but she knew not to ask since 3rd grad when Ivy first started wearing actual muggle clothes and not the crap the Dursley's gave her, and how when she had pointed it out the first time Ivy ended up in trouble due to Sirius being on the loose and Ivy going shopping in the muggle world didn't go over well with the others. 

"Okay, ready." Ivy said, grabbing her bag and heading out for whatever is happening at breakfast. 

When they got down to the doors Hermione paused and looked at Ivy. 

"You're gonna need to prepare yourself." The with told her, and Ivy looked at her amused. 

"Hermione, I've fought Voldemort, I'm sure I can handle whatever is behind that door." Ivy told her, and Hermione sighed. 

"I wouldn't be too Sure about that, but okay." With that Hermione opened the door and they walked in, only to walk into open and complete chaos. "Oh God, it's gotten worse." Hermione said to her and Ivy looked around with wide eyes before walking in a few feet, raising her wand and letting off a loud BANG. 

"SHUT IT!" She screamed and everyone froze in their spots and looked at her with wide eyes. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" She yelled out and the person next to her started stuttering an answer. "Someone with a brain!" She shouted and the person stepped away. 

"Here it'll be easier to show." Jack said, stepping forward, and touching her head, as she looked at him weirdly, before everything went black. 

[Flash back] 

[THE CRYSTAL CAVE] 

[Merlyn is still passed out on the floor of the cave. Crystals surround her.] 

BALINOR: Merlyn. 

[Merlyn opens her eyes] 

MERLYN: Father. 

[She turns her head the other way and sees her father's ghost/spirit.] 

BALINOR: My daughter. 

MERLYN: Are you here? Are you real? 

BALINOR: Dead or alive? Real or imagined? Past or present? These things are of no consequence. All that matters is that you heed the words of your father who loves you. Do not let go, Merlyn, do not give in. 

MERLYN: I have no reason to go on. The battle is already over. Morgana has won. 

BALINOR: Only if you accept defeat. But if you fight, if you let hope into your heart, Morgana cannot be victorious. 

MERLYN: What hope is there without my magic? 

[Balinor kneels down next to Merlyn.] 

BALINOR: Merlyn, you are more than a daughter of your father. You are a daughter of the earth, the sea, the sky, magic is the fabric of this world, and you were born of that magic. You are magic itself. You cannot lose what you are. 

MERLYN: But how do I find myself... again? 

BALINOR: Believe, Merlyn. Believe what your heart knows to be true. That you have always been, and always will be. 

MERLYN: Always will be. 

BALINOR: Rest now. Rest my girl. And soon you shall awaken into the light. [Merlyn sleeps.]

~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Mary is in the woods being pulled by assassins. She's screaming into their hands for help. Francis finds them and starts fighting the others as one of them continues to hold Mary.]

Mary: Guards! Guards!

[The guards come running to help Francis fight off the assassins. One cuts Francis, Mary tries to run but gets cornered, Francis gets thrown to the ground. The assassin starts bashing his head into the ground.] 

Mary: No! Francis! Stop it! No! No! Francis! Francis! 

[Mary tries to help but one of the assassins pulls her back and blocks her. Suddenly filled with adrenaline Francis fights back, kills the assassins, the other runs off, Francis goes to follow but Mary stops him] 

Mary: Let him go. The other guards will find him. [Mary smiles slightly at him, but then he suddenly falls to the ground, his head wounds catching up to him] Francis? Francis? [She runs over to him.] Your head. Can you hear me? Can you hear me? [One of the guards runs up to them] The king has been injured. Get help! Now! [The guard runs off] They're going to get the carriage, and we're going to go back to the castle. You're going to be all right. 

Francis: No, I won't.

Mary: Francis.

Francis: No, we were meant to be happy, and we were, but I have another fate, predicted long ago. 

Mary: [Cryi g] No, no, no, no, no! We were given a second chance. 

Francis: Well, maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves.

Mary: No, but Delphine...

Francis: No. No more. No more. Please make sure that my son is cared for. That he knows that I loved him. And promise me that you'll stay in France until the future king... until he is safe and my mother is secured as regent.

Mary: Please. Francis, don't leave me.

Francis: Mary.

Mary: No, don't...

Francis: Promise me. Promise me you'll stay.

Mary: I will, I will. I promise, I promise. 

Francis: I see... such beauty. [Moments of their love flash by in a bur in her mind] Such beauty you have brought me. [Mary laughs slightly as she cries] You must... You must wed again. You must love again.

Mary: I can't. I will never. I will never love anyone the way I love you.

Francis: I pray to God that you do.

[Francis died, Mary starts sobbing harder] 

Mary: Francis! [She holds onto him as she cries harder] 

~~~~~~~~~~~

[Annie is looking through her own paintings and sketches and hasa disturbed expression on her face. Laurie enters. His lot inlife is always to be apologizing to one March sister oranother, and he looks truly contrite.] 

LAURIE: Hello Annie! 

ANNIE: (not turning around)I don't want to see you. 

LAURIE: Oh, Annie I'm so sorry for how Ibehaved. 

ANNIE: (still not turning)Have you been drinking again? 

LAURIE: Why are you being so hard on me? It's 4 pm. 

ANNIE: Someone has to do it. 

LAURIE: So when do you begin your greatwork of art, Raphaella? 

ANNIE: (finally turning)Never. 

LAURIE: Never? What - why? 

ANNIE: (grim)I'm a failure. Jo is in New York,being a writer, and I am a failure. 

LAURIE: That's quite a statement to make attwenty. 

ANNIE: Well, Rome took all the vanity out of me.And Paris made me realize I'd neverbe a genius. So, I'm giving up all myfoolish artistic hopes. 

LAURIE: Why should you give up, Annie? You have so muchtalent and energy. 

ANNIE: Talent isn't genius, and no amountof energy can make it so. I want tobe great, or nothing. I will not be some common-place dauber, and I can't try anymore. [Laurie watches her and then says conspiratorially:]

LAURIE: What women are allowed into theclub of geniuses anyway? 

ANNIE: The Brontes? 

LAURIE: That's it? 

ANNIE: I think so. 

LAURIE: And who always declares genius? 

ANNIE: Well, men, I suppose. 

LAURIE: They're cutting down thecompetition. 

ANNIE: That's a very complicated argumentto make me feel better. 

LAURIE: Do you though? Feel better? 

ANNIE: I do think that male or female, I'ma middling talent. 

LAURIE: Middling talent? Then may I askyour last portrait be of me? 

[Annie laughs as he hops up onto a small stage and goes a dramatic sitting pose on a chair.] 

ANNIE: All right. 

LAURIE: Now that you've given up all yourfoolish artistic hopes, what areyou going to do with your life? 

ANNIE: Polish up my other talents and bean ornament to society. 

LAURIE: That's where Fred Vaughn comes in,I suppose. 

ANNIE: Don't make fun! 

LAURIE: (laughing) I said his name! You are not engaged, I hope? 

ANNIE: No... 

LAURIE: But you will be, if he goes downproperly on one knee? 

ANNIE: Most likely, yes. He's rich, richer than you, even. 

LAURIE: I understand queens of societycan't get on without money. Although itdoes sound odd from the mouth of one ofyour mother's girls. 

ANNIE: I've always known that I wouldmarry rich. Why should I be ashamedof that? 

LAURIE: There is nothing to be ashamed of,as long as you love him. 

ANNIE: Well, I believe we have some powerover who we love, it isn'tsomething that just happens to aperson. 

LAURIE: I think the poets might disagree. 

ANNIE: Well. I'm not a poet, I'm just awoman. And as a woman there is no way for me to make my own money, not enough to earn aliving or to support my family.And if I had my own money, which Idon't, that money would belong to myhusband the minute we were married.If we had children they wouldbe his, not mine. They would behis property. So don't sit thereand tell me that marriage isn't aneconomic proposition, because itis. It may not be for you but itmost certainly is for me. [The sound of a carriage approaching, and Amy gives a littlestart:] Oh, that's Fred. Can you unbutton me, please? [He undoes her apron for her] Thank you. [She puts it up and grabs her shaw/jacket thing and puts it on] How do I look? Do I look all right? [Laurie looks at her, really looks at her for the first time.] You look beautiful. You are...beautiful. 

[She suddenly blushes, but smiles in thanks. And then runs offto greet Fred.]

~~~~~~~

[Lucy, Lily, Edmund, Peter and Susan are playing a dictionary game (Susan's idea) while it rains outside. Lily, the oldest, stands at the window watching the rain.] 

(Rain pours down outside) 

Susan: "Gastrovascular." Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular. 

Peter: Is it Latin? 

Susan: Yes. 

Edmund: Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'? 

(Susan slams the dictionary shut, Lily snickered in amusement. Edmund smiled slightly.)

Lucy: We could play hide-and-seek! 

Peter: But we're already having so much fun. 

Lily: (Faking innocence) Were we? I thought we were miserable. Or was it just me?

Lucy: Come on Peter, Lily, please! Pretty please? 

Peter (smiling): One, two, three, four.... 

Edmund: What?! 

Lily: (Giggling) Come on, hide!

Peter: ....five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11... 

("Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh" song by the Andrews Sisters starts. The children run to hide.Lucy goes to hide behind a curtain but Edmund runs up and pushes her out) 

Edmund: I was here first! 

Lily: Come on! 

(Lily takes Lucy's hand and pulls her into a near by room. Lucy notices a fly on the window sill. But Lilly walks up to the wardrobe and pulls off the sheet) 

Peter (off-screen): ...75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92... 

(Lily and Lucy hide in the wardrobe, leaving the door open of course. They back up till they end up finding themselves in snowy woods. They are amazed at what they see, and are completely in awe of it all. Lily checks to makesure they can get back out through the wardrobe before they take off away to look around. A few minutes later, they walk up to alamppost, burning in the middle of the woods. They hear hoofbeats. A Faun steps out fromamong the trees) 

Lucy: (Screams) 

Tumnus: AH!(screams) 

(Lucy hides behind the lamppost, Tumnus goes behind a tree, and Lily just continues stairing at the Faun in wounder. Tumnus looks out from behind a tree and Lucy looks from behind the lamppost. Then shecomes out and picks up his parcels) 

Tumnus (slowly walking out as Lucy picks up packages): Uh, CH... ch.. childred (stammering) 

Lucy: Were you hiding from us? 

Lily: (mock whispering to Lucy) I think it was from the lamppost. (Lucy giggled) 

Tumnus: No. Uh, well. (stammering) I just... I... No. No. I-I-I just... I was just, um... Ididn't want to scare you two. 

Lily: If you don't mind my asking... what are you? 

Tumnus: Well, I'm a...(sighs) Well, I'm a faun. And what about you two? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?  

Lucy: We're not dwarfs. We're girls! And, actually, I'm tallest in my class. 

Tumnus: Do you mean to say that you're Daughter's of Eve? 

Lucy: Well, our mum's name is Helen... (Lily rolled her eyes at the mention of their mother) 

Tumnus: Yes, but you are in fact human? 

Lucy: Yes, of course. 

Lily: What else would we be? 

Tumnus: What are you doing here? 

Lucy: Well, we were hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room, and... 

Tumnus: Spare Oom? Is that in Narnia? 

Lucy: Narnia? What's that? 

Tumnus: Well, dear girl, you're in it! Everything from the lamppost, all the way to Castle CairParavel on the Eastern Ocean, every stick and stone you see, every icicle...is Narnia.  

Lucy: This is an awfully big wardrobe. 

Lily: Lucy, I don't think we're in the wardrobe anymore. 

Tumnus: (scoffs) War Drobe? (aloud) I'm sorry. Please allow me to introduce myself. Myname is Tumnus. 

Lucy: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tumnus! I'm Lucy Pevensie, and this is my sister, Lily. (extends hand)... Oh, you shakeit. 

Tumnus: Uh...why? 

Lucy: I... I don't know. People do it when they meet each other.(Tumnus shakes her hand left to right) 

Tumnus: Well, then, Lucy and Lily Pevensie from the shining city of War Drobe in the wonderous landof Spare Oom, how would it be if you came and had tea with me? 

Lily: Well, thank you very much, but we... we probably should be getting back. 

Tumnus: Yes, but it's just around the corner! And there'll be a glorious fire with toast andcakes! And-and, perhaps, we'll even break into the sardines. 

Lily: I don't know..... 

Tumnus: Come on. It's not every day that I get to make a new friend. 

Lucy: (To Lily) Please Lily? He seems nice. (Lily looks at him for a moment before sighing) 

Lily: Well, I suppose we could come for a little while. If you have enough sardines. 

Tumnus: By the bucketload. 

(They walk arm-in-arm to Tumnus' home) 

Tumnus: Not much further.. wait until you see it. You all right? 

Lucy: Mm-hm.(Lucy and Lily stop when they sees the door, again in awe of Narnia) 

Tumnus: Well, here we are. Come Along.

~~~~~~~~~~~

(Clara is in her room studying, Steve knocks on her window and she turns to him, surprised and confused. She walks over and opens it.) 

Clara: What are you doing here? I told you on the phone, I'm under house arrest now.

Steve: I figured we'd just study here. 

Clara: No. No way.

Steve: Oh, come on. I can't have you failing this test. So just... bear with me. [He climbs in very awkwardly and amusingly] What'd I tell you? Ninja. 

[Steve gives her a thumbs up, she scoffs slightly. Annoyed and amused as she closes the window.] 

[Few minutes later they're on Clara's bed, opposite ends, as he helps her study.] 

Steve: "Which polymers occur naturally?"

Clara: Starch and cellulose.

Steve: Mmm. "In a molecule of CH4, the hydrogen atoms are spatially oriented towards the centers of—" 

Clara: Tetrahedrons.

Steve: Wow. Jesus, how many of these did you make?

Clara: You said you wanted to help.

Steve: How about this? How about... How about every time that you get something right, I have to take off an item of clothing. But every time that you get something wrong—

Clara: Uh, pass. 

Steve: Oh, come on. Come on. 

Clara: No.

Steve: Come on. It'll be fun. 

Clara: No.

Steve: "During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their—"

Clara: (Amused) Melting point.

Steve: Ooh, it's boiling points.

Clara: That's what I meant.

Steve: Yeah, that's not what you said.

Clara: No. 

Steve: No? Oh, do you need... Do you need help, or... (He sits up, both of them are very amused at this point)

Clara: No. (He kisses her, they lay on her bed as they make out.) Steve. Steve, come on.

Steve: What?

Clara: Are you crazy? My parents and Nancy are here. And if Nancy sees you we'll both be dead. 

Steve: (Looking around, amused) That's weird, I... don't see them. 

(He kisses her again but she sits up and moves away from him.) 

Clara: Was this your plan all along? To... to get in my room and then... get another notch on your belt. 

Steve: No. Clara, no.

Clara: I'm not Laurie, or Amy, or Becky.

Steve: You mean, you're not a slut.

Clara: That's not what I'm saying.

Steve: You know, you're so cute when you lie.

Clara: Shut up.

Steve: (Grabbing her stuffed bear) Bad Steve. Bad. Don't do that to Miss Clara...

Clara: (Amused and snickering) You're an idiot, Steve Harrington.

Steve: You are beautiful, Clara Wheeler. (He sits up and starts reading from the cars again) "Compared to the rate of inorganic reactions, the rate of organic reactions is generally..."

~~~~~~~~~

Outside of Ivy's mind when she passed out Clark, her past brother not future cousin, caught her as everyone else either stood up from their seats or rushed forward to make sure she was okay. 

"What did you do?" Bucky asked Jack. 

"Gave mom her memories back." Jack said with a smile, hugging his biological mother with his right arm. It had been like that since the day he was born. He always called her mom, it was weird and he knew all about Kelly, but his still called her his mom. "She's remembering, give her a few minutes." 

~~~~~~

[Skip to OUAT] 

(Elena and company are traveling through the forest with Hook in tow.)

Hook: Up ahead. We'll find the compass just over the ridge.

Snow: Do you get the feeling he's leading us exactly where Cora wants us? That this whole thing's a trap?

Emma: It's definitely a trap. As long as we know they're trying to play us, we can-

Snow: Stay one step ahead of them.

Elena: Exactly.

(They come to the edge of the forest, where they see a beanstalk in the distance.)

Elena: Let me guess – the compass is up there?

Hook: Oh, yeah.

Elena: So, how do we get to it?

Hook: It's not the climb you need to worry about. It's the giant at the top.

Elena:This just keeps getting better and better. 

(A few minutes later, Elena, Emma, Snow, Aurora, Mulan, and Hook approach the base of the beanstalk and look up, seeing that it extends through the clouds.)

Emma: It's a little freakier than I remember from the story. 

Elena: I think it's cool with a touch of badass. 

Mulan: Reminds me of death.

Snow: Encouraging. 

Elena: (To Mulan) You are just a little ray of sunshine, aren't you? 

Hook: Well, your compass awaits. Shall we?

Emma: Wait. If these beans create...portals, why not just pick one and go home? 

Elena: Yeah, why the compass?

Hook: Because there aren't any more beans. Whatever story you think you know, my dear, is most certainly wrong.

Elena: There was a guy named Jack, and a cow, and something about evil giant with a treasure and a golden goose. ...Or harp.

Hook: Sounds like a lovely tale. But the truth's a little bit more gruesome. The giants grew the beans, but, rather than use them for good, they used them to plunder all the lands. Jack, was a man who fought a terrible war, defeating all but one of the evil giants. The beans were destroyed by the giants as they died. If they couldn't have their magic, then nobody could. It's really very bad form.

Elena: Is it just me or does something about that story sound off? 

Emma: Evil giants, who made magic portal beans? Why doesn't anyone just go up and grow some more?

Hook: Because one giant survived. The strongest and most terrible of them all. And we'll have to get past him to-

Snow: The magic compass.

Hook: Indeed. The treasure remains, and amongst it is the compass. Now it will guide us to your land. Cora has the means to open a portal with the wardrobe ashes, but she can't find your land without the compass. Once we get it, steal the ashes from her and we're on our way.

Mulan: How do we know you're not just using us to get the compass for Cora?

Hook: Because you five are far safer company. All I need is a ride back. I'll swear allegiance to whomever gets me there first.

Elena: Then we'd better start climbing.

Hook: Right, so... I failed to mention that the giant enchanted the beanstalk to repel intruders.

Emma: Alright, so how do we get up there?

Hook: I've got a counter spell from Cora. If you'd be so kind.

(Hook holds up his wrists, which are still tied together. Snow unties him. He holds up one of his arms, showing a glowing cuff.)

Hook: Thank you, milady. I've got one more of these. Cora was to accompany me. So... Which one of you five lovelies shall take her place? Hm? Go on, fight it out. Don't be afraid to, you know, really get into it.

(The group is still at the bottom of the beanstalk, and the five of them are arguing while Hook watches.)

Mulan: All due respect, I'm the best equipped to go. How many wars have you been through?

Snow: My share.

Aurora: It should be me.

Mulan: You? You haven't fought in a battle.

Snow: This is about us getting home to our loved ones. Why would you-

Aurora: Because I have no loved ones. If I fail, you can still go on.

Elena: It's me. I'm going, and I'm not going to fail.

Snow: You're new here.

Elena: It's about getting back to Henry. I don't care what I have to face. You're not going to argue with me?

Emma: I know better than to. You have that same face you had when you told me you were joining the Army. 

Snow: You were in the Army? 

Elena: Yeah, after I gave birth to Henry. I was in it for five years before I was honorably  discharged. I was going to go back when Henry found us. (She shrugs) 

Snow: Would it do any good to argue?

Elena: No. Anything in that bag that's going to help me with a giant?

Mulan: A hook?

Hook: Hey!

Mulan: Come with me.

(Mulan takes Elena aside. She pulls out a cloth satchel and hands it to Elena.)

Mulan: This – powder made from poppies. He has to inhale it.

Elena: And your sword – how strong is it?

Mulan: The most powerful blade in all the realms.

Elena: Is it strong enough to cut through that beanstalk?

Mulan: Indeed.

Elena: Give me ten hours. If I'm not back, you cut it down and keep going.

Mulan: Snow and Emma won't like that.

Elena: That's why I'm asking you. If I don't get back, you get them home.

Hook: Ladies. In this world, we are slaves to time. And ours is running out. In other words, tick tock.

(Elena joins Hook.)

Hook: I was hoping it'd be you.

Elena: Just get on with it.

Hook: Put your hand right here.

(Elena puts her hand on Hook's shoulder. He snaps the second magical cuff to her wrist.)

Hook: That's a good girl. This will allow you to climb. There are other dangers. Thankfully, you've got me to protect you. I can't climb one-handed, can I?

(Elena hands him his hook from the bag.)

Elena: Don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a second.

Hook: I would despair if you did.

Elena: Let's go.

(The two of them begin their climb up the beanstalk.)

~~~~~~~~

[In a huge abandoned warehouse Bucky comes to with his metallic left arm clamped in a huge industrial vice, Amelia is next to him with her metal leg in it too, she's laying on the ground as her leg is held up. Steve peers through a gap at a chopper flying overhead. Sam's over by Bucky.]

Sam Wilson: Hey, Cap! [Steve goes over to join Sam by Amelia and Bucky who sits with his arm and her leg in the vice. They stare at them.]

Amelia: Take a photo, it'll last longer. 

Bucky Barnes: Steve.

Steve Rogers: Which Bucky and Amelia am I talking to?

Bucky Barnes: Your mom's name was Sarah...

Amelia: You used to wear newspapers in your shoes. You were so tiny. (she Snickers, so does Bucky)

Steve Rogers: Can't read that in a museum.

Sam Wilson: Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?

Amelia: We could do a secret hand shake if you'd prefer. 

Steve Rogers: Yeah, that's my sister alright. 

Amelia: And you're my brother. (Steve, slightly amused, shook his head at her as she smiled up at him) 

Bucky Barnes: What did we do?

Steve Rogers: Enough.

Amelia: Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside him is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words.

Sam Wilson: What about you? Why weren't you affected? 

Amelia: Because I never had words. They knew I loved Bucky more than anything, only thing more was Steve. They knew by giving Bucky words and everything they do to keep them working, they knew they could keep me in line. So I didn't have words, my own love was my hell. 

Steve Rogers: Who was he?

Bucky Barnes: We don't know.

Steve Rogers: People are dead. The bombing, the setup. The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than "I don't know."

Bucky Barnes: He wanted to know about Siberia. Where we were kept. He wanted to know exactly where. 

Steve Rogers: Why would he need to know that?

Amelia: Because we're not the only Winter Soldier's. Or Winter Widow, as that's what they called me, which never made any sense, because they always called the others Black Widows-

Bucky Barnes: Amelia- 

Amelia: Right, sorry. [She lays back down, off of her elbows that she used to prop herself up.] 

Steve Rogers: Who were they?

Bucky Barnes: Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. 

Amelia: And that was before the serum.

Sam Wilson: They all turn out like you?

Bucky Barnes: Worse.

Steve Rogers: The doctor, could he control them?

(The couple glanced at each other and shrugged.)

Bucky Barnes and Amelia: Enough.

Steve Rogers: Said he wanted to see an empire fall.

Bucky Barnes: With these guys he could do it. 

Amelia: They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize- They can take a whole country down in one night. You'd never see them coming. Just like the Widow's that Nat and I come from. 

Sam Wilson: [Sam steps up to Steve.] This would have been a lot easier a week ago.

Steve Rogers: If we call Tony . . .

Sam Wilson: No, he won't believe us.

Steve Rogers: Even if he did . . .

Sam Wilson: Who knows if the Accords would let him help.

Steve Rogers: We're on our own.

Sam Wilson: Maybe not. I know a guy.

Amelia: In the mean time can we get out of this thing so I can hug my brother? 

Steve Rogers: Sure. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The night before the race, Tyson, Ocean and I finished our chariot. It was wicked cool. Tyson had made the metal parts in the armory's forges. I'd sanded the wood and Ocean put the carriage together. It was blue and white, with wave designs on the sides and a trident painted on the front. After all that work, it seemed only fair that Tyson would ride with me and Ocean, though we knew the horses wouldn't like it, and Tyson's extra weight would slow us down.

As we were turning in for bed, Tyson said, "You are mad?" 

Ocean looked up from her drawing, confused, "Mad? Who's mad?" 

"Percy." Tyson answers. 

I realized I'd been scowling. "Nah. I'm not mad." 

He lay down in his bunk and was quiet in the dark. His body was way too long for his bed. When he pulled up the covers, his feet stuck out the bottom. "I am a monster."

"No you're not!" Ocean was quick to say, her voice filled with its usual love and concern. 

"Don't say that." 

"It is okay. I will be a good monster. Then you will not have to be mad."

I didn't know what to say. I stared at the ceiling and felt like I was dying slowly, right along with Thalia's tree. But I heard Ocean get out of bed and make her way over to Tyson and I looked over at them. 

"Tyson, baby, you are not a monster. Being a monster is defined by what you do, not what you are. You might be a cyclops but you are half of our dad. And I know not all of his children, not all cyclops's are good, but you have something they didn't. Do you know what that is?" She asked him softly, I watched as he shook his head, "You've got me and Percy. You've got a real family." She told him before kissing his head, "And as long as you've got a family and love in your heart, you could never be a monster." She told him before getting up and going back to her bed. I watched as she got in, and went to sleep as I laid there for a moment more. 

"It's just... I never had a half-brother before." I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "It's really different for me. And I'm worried about the camp. And another friend of mine, Grover ... he might be in trouble. I keep feeling like I should be doing something to help, but I don't know what."

Tyson said nothing.

"I'm sorry," I told him. "It's not your fault. I'm mad at Poseidon. I feel like he's trying to embarrass me, like he's trying to compare us or something, and I don't understand why."

I heard a deep rumbling sound. Tyson was snoring.

I sighed. "Good night, big guy." 

"Percy." Ocean said, and I turned to her, "Tyson might not look like you and me, but he doesn't need to. He is still our little brother, he's still our family, you don't have to be happy about it, and it's okay if you're not. But don't take it out on him because he's not human. Just because other's have a problem with him being what he is, doesn't mean we have to as well. Right now Tyson is going through exactly what we did last summer. Just wait a few weeks and they'll come around. I never took you for a shallow person, Percy, but if that's who you're going to become because of Tyson, then maybe Tyson nor dad is the problem. I love you, Percy, I do, and I always will, but you just need to grow up."  With that she turned towards the window that she slept next to and went to sleep. 

I stayed up another hour thinking about what she said, but soon enough I closed my eyes, too. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in the real world they'd moved her into the Hospital Wing. Some people went down to eat, some stayed up in the room or in the hall outside the Hospital, waiting for her to wake up, as they did everyone sat around and told stories about how they had met her, or their favorite moments with her, or what she was like when they'd known her. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Skip to Teen Wolf life)

SCOTT: What are you doing?

LYDIA: It's too dangerous. We're not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death. 

JULIA: I haven't even gone in yet! 

MALIA: But it was working, wasn't it? 

LYDIA: There was a light and a strange noise. No Stiles.

SCOTT: But I remember him now. I can see him in my head.

MALIA: So can I.

SCOTT: He's more real now than he's ever been. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back!

JULIA: There's a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being. 

SCOTT: I know. Which is why I think it should be you.

LYDIA: [scoffs] That thing is too cold at this point after being on all night for you two, she won't last two minutes in there. 

SCOTT: Then think of something else. Malia's right. It's all about the connection. [To Julia] When I was remembering him, I was also remembering the two of you together. I don't think anyone had a connection like you guys.

MALIA: I saw it, too. You have to try, Julia.

LYDIA: Then we have to do it the old-fashioned way. We're going to have to actually hypnotize her. My mother had a hypnotist who helped her quit smoking. She had me see the same one when I was ten.

SCOTT: [incredulously] You smoked when you were ten?

LYDIA: [sighs] No! I bit my fingernails. Just find a lighter or a candle, please.

MALIA: [Holding up a blow torch] Too much?

SCOTT: I got one. [he sees Lydia writing something on a note pad] What's that?

LYDIA: An induction script. This is going to take a bit more to talk her through this since this is actual hypnosis.

JULIA: So you'll just read to me?

LYDIA: More or less. To have it work I have to soften my voice. Keep it relaxed, but not monotone. Go for clarity, not volume. Ready? [Julia nodded and started looking at the candle] Take a deep breath and look at the candle. Feel the muscles in your body begin to relax. You hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing. As you relax, imagine you're surrounded by paintings...

[In Julia's mind she's in an old Castle, the bricks are falling down, it's the Camelot Castle, and there are loads and loads of paintings everywhere. But they're all in sections, for each one of her life times, she looks at them confused, not recognizing any of them.] 

LYDIA: They're going to be sorted into crates for each person you know, the crates give you total control over who you see. You can play any memory you want... All you have to do is look at the painting. 

[Julia goes through each crate, looking at each painting, each memory of those she didn't remember, slowly remembering all of her past lives. And then she reached Stiles.] 

[It's her first day back at Beacon Hills. She walks through a row of seat and sits in front of Stiles, and next to Allison. They watch as Scott gives Allison a pen. Stiles reaches forward and taps her shoulder, she turns to him, confused] 

JULIA: Yeah? 

STILES: Hello. 

JULIA: Hi. 

STILES: I'm Stiles. 

JULIA: Julia. ("Wolf moon")

[At the school dance Stiles and Julia sit at a table, bored.]

STILES: You wanna dance?

JULIA: Pass.

STILES: You know what? Let me try that again. Julia, get off your cute little werewolf ass and dance with me now.

JULIA: Interesting tactic. I'm gonna stick with "no." ("Formality")

LYDIA: Try to find a memory of Stiles. A memory where you felt a connection with him.

STILES: I'm the only one who knows how nice you really are, you act like some hard ass, heartless, warrior girl- 

JULIA: [mumbles] Alpha...

STILES: What?

JULIA: Werewolves don't have warriors...

Real JULIA: Werewolves don't have warriors. Alpha's. ("Formality")

LYDIA: Find another memory. Keep looking for Stiles. Find another memory.

LYDIA: I know why I'm watching after Lydia, why are you? ("Omega")

STILES: ...Turning out to be, like, a perfect combination... ("Ice Pick")

STILES: That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-- ("Chaos Rising")

JULIA: I'm just a wolf! 

STILES: You're like Scott! You could also be a True Alpha! That could be why the Alpha pack also wants you! Why won't you accept that!

JULIA: Because true Alpha's are pure of heart! Look at my eyes, Stiles, do they say "Pure of heart" to you? No, of course not, because just like Derek, my eyes are blue. So please, just stop. ("Over Looked")

JULIA: Okay, well, maybe we could just... We could go over there, and... [Stiles is looking at his phone] What?

STILES: It's from Isaac.

JULIA: What is it now?

STILES: She took him. She's got all three now.

JULIA: There's still time. We still have time, right? [Everything starts going in and out for Stiles] Stiles? You okay? What is it? What's wrong? Stiles? [echoing] Stiles...? Stiles...? Stiles...?

STILES: I think I'm having a panic attack...

JULIA: Okay, come on. Come on. [She pulls him into the boys locker room, she sits next to him on the ground as he gasps for air] Just try and think about something else. Anything else.

STILES: [gasping] Like what?

JULIA: Happy things. Good things. Uh, friends... family... [He looks up at her in bewilderment] Uh, I mean, not family. Oh, god. Okay... Uh, just... try and slow your breathing.

STILES: I can't... I can't...

JULIA: Shh... Shh... Stiles, look at me. Shh... Look at me... Shh... Stiles...

[She pulls his face in and kisses him. After a minute they pull away, and stare at each other.] 

STILES: How did you do that?

JULIA: I, uh... I read once that holding your breath could stop a panic attack. So, when I kissed you, um... You held your breath.

STILES: I did?

JULIA: Yeah, you did. ("Alpha Pact")

JULIA: That's when it happened.

SCOTT: When what happened? [Julia doesn't answer] Julia, what do you mean? When what happened?

JULIA: [crying] When I kissed him. That's when it all changed.

STILES: Julia, look at me. ("Memory Lost")

STILES: [echoing] Look at me... Look at me...

JULIA: [crying] I saw him. I was there. I was the last person to see him.

SCOTT: Where? When did you see him?

JULIA: The Ghost Riders, they... When they took him.

STILES: Look at me. Look at me. You're gonna forget me.

JULIA: I won't. No, I won't. I won't.

STILES: Julia, you will. Just remember... Remember I love you. ("Memory Lost")

JULIA: I never said it back. I never said it back. 

[The lights get brighter around them and everything starts shaking, Julia and Lydia walk towards a bright light, the others following them. Julia opens the door and there's a bright light, with a man in the middle.] 

JULIA: Stiles? 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

[Some time before the events of the Battle of New Orleans, Bella sits in a rocking chair in the baby's room, where she is writing a letter. Klaus enters the room and leans in the doorway]

KLAUS: Writing a love letter to one of your many suitors? So, who's the lucky recipient, then? [She looks up, amused. He smiles] Jackson? Or, Elijah? [Hayley rolls her eyes at him] Don't tell me it's me? [They both laugh] I thought I was out of the running ages ago!

BELLA: [laughs] You know you're never out of the running...

[Suddenly, she groans when the baby starts to kick]

BELLA: Oh!

[Klaus walks toward Bella, looking concerned]

KLAUS: How is our littlest wolf?

BELLA: Do you want to...?

[She rubs her baby bump expectantly. Klaus steps back, looking nervous, but Bella gives him a look]

BELLA: Come on!

[She gestures again to her belly. Klaus reaches out and touches her abdomen, and he's startled when he feels the baby kick]

BELLA: [laughs] You feel that?

[They both laugh in amazement, but after a moment, Klaus suddenly feels awkward and stands up]

KLAUS: Right! I'll leave you to your secret letter, then!

[Klaus rushes off, and Bella smiles as she thinks about Klaus and the baby. In voiceover, Bella narrates her letter as the scene cuts to Bella giving birth with help from the witches]

BELLA: [voiceover] Dear Zoe...or Kaitlyn...or Angela. To my little girl. Your dad just asked if this was a love letter. I guess it kind of is. I never got to know my birth mother. I have no idea what she must have thought when she carried me.

[In the present, Bella, who is in the middle of labor, screams at Genevieve and Monique as they stand around her]

BELLA: AHHHH! Let go of me, you bitch!

BELLA: [voiceover] So, I thought I'd write to you, so you can know how happy I am at this very moment. How much your father and I can't wait to meet you...

[In the present, Klaus limps into the hospital and finds the witches with Bella, who is shocked and relieved to see him. Klaus lunges toward one of the witch guards and rips his head off. Abigail and Genevieve link hands and telekinetically pin Klaus to the wall]

BELLA: [voiceover] And, I want to make you a promise of three things that you will have that I never did: a safe home, someone to tell you that they love you every single day, and someone to fight for you, no matter what.

[In the present, Klaus fights against the spell pinning him to the wall, but he cannot get free. Monique and Abigail anchor the spell and go back to helping Bella]

KLAUS & BELLA: AHHH!

HAYLEY: [voiceover] In other words, a family. So, there you go, baby girl. The rest, we're going to have to figure out together. I love you. Your mom.

[Klaus and Bella watch fearfully as Genevieve grabs the ceremonial athame that was used for the Harvest. Bella continues to scream in agony and terror as Genevieve turns to address both Bella and Klaus]

GENEVIEVE: You should know this brings me no joy. I promise I'll make it quick.

[One of the witches covers Bella's lower half with a sheet]

GENEVIEVE: Let's begin, shall we?

[Bella is still in labor, and the witches, led by Genevieve, assist Bella in her birth. Bella screams in agony]

KLAUS: [shouts] I will bring hell to your family!

GENEVIEVE: [to Bella] One last push! Push! The baby's almost here!

KLAUS: [shouts] I will bathe in rivers of your blood!

BELLA: No! No!

MONIQUE: I can see the baby!

GENEVIEVE: Push! Gently! Gently!

KLAUS: [shouts] You will die screaming!

[Bella, exhausted, falls backward just as the baby is born]

GENEVIEVE: There!

[Both Klaus and Bella stop screaming once they see their baby. One of the witches helps cut the umbilical cord, and Genevieve wraps the baby in a blanket]

GENEVIEVE: You have a beautiful baby daughter.

[Bella and Klaus stare in shock]

GENEVIEVE: We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets with the morning sky--

BELLA: --Please. Please, can I hold her?

[Genevieve brings the baby over so Bella can hold her. Bella is amazed by the sight of her daughter. She looks up at Klaus and manages a small smile before kissing her daughter on the forehead. Suddenly, Monique grabs Bella by the hair, pulls her head back, and slits her throat with the knife. Bella gasps]

KLAUS: NOOOOOO!

[Bella falls backward, and the witches grab the baby before leaving the church]

KLAUS: AGHHHHHHHH!

[As the witches leave, Monique twists her wrist, which causes Klaus to fall to the floor, neck snapped.]

~~~~~~~~~

I don't know how Johanna's still on her feet. She's only had about an hour of sleep since the Games started. Peeta and I volunteer for the first watch because we're better rested, and because we want some time alone. The others go out immediately, although Finnick's sleep is restless. Every now and then I hear him murmuring Annie's name. 

Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. I watch the water as he watches the jungle, which is better for me. I'm still haunted by the voices of the jabberjays, which unfortunately the insects can't drown out. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair. 

"Katniss," he says softly, "it's no use pretending we don't know what the other one is trying to do." No, I guess there isn't, but it's no fun discussing it, either. Well, not for us, anyway. The Capitol viewers will be glued to their sets so they don't miss one wretched word. 

"I don't know what kind of deal you think you've made with Haymitch, but you should know he made me promises as well." Of course, I know this, too. He told Peeta they could keep me alive so that he wouldn't be suspicious. "So I think we can assume he was lying to one of us." 

This gets my attention. A double deal. A double promise. With only Haymitch knowing which one is real. I raise my head, meet Peeta's eyes. "Why are you saying this now?"

"Because I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstances are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," he says. "I would never be happy again." I start to object but he puts a finger to my lips. "It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living." 

Peeta pulls the chain with the gold disk from around his neck. He holds it in the moonlight so I can clearly see the mockingjay. Then his thumb slides along a catch I didn't notice before and the disk pops open. It's not solid, as I had thought, but a locket. And within the locket are photos. On the right side, my mother and Prim, laughing. And on the left, Gale. Actually smiling. 

There is nothing in the world that could break me faster at this moment than these three faces. After what I heard this afternoon ... it is the perfect weapon. 

"Your family needs you, Katniss," Peeta says. 

My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta's intention is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be one day, if I live. That I'll marry him. So Peeta's giving me his life and Gale at the same time. To let me know I shouldn't ever have doubts about it. 

Everything. That's what Peeta wants me to take from him. 

I wait for him to mention the baby, to play to the cameras, but he doesn't. And that's how I know that none of this is part of the Games. That he is telling me the truth about what he feels. 

"No one really needs me," he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me. 

"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss. 

I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. 

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind. 

It's the first crack of the lightning storm—the bolt hitting the tree at midnight—that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn't real. 

"I can't sleep anymore," he says. "One of you should rest." Only then does he seem to notice our expressions, the way we're wrapped around each other. "Or both of you. I can watch alone." 

Peeta won't let him, though. "It's too dangerous," he says. "I'm not tired. You lie down, Katniss." I don't object because I do need to sleep if I'm to be of any use keeping him alive. I let him lead me over to where the others are. He puts the chain with the locket around my neck, then rests his hand over the spot where our baby would be. "You're going to make a great mother, you know," he says. He kisses me one last time and goes back to Finnick. 

His reference to the baby signals that our time-out from the Games is over. That he knows the audience will be wondering why he hasn't used the most persuasive argument in his arsenal. That sponsors must be manipulated. 

But as I stretch out on the sand I wonder, could it be more? Like a reminder to me that I could still one day have kids with Gale? Well, if that was it, it was a mistake. Because for one thing, that's never been part of my plan.

And for another, if only one of us can be a parent, anyone can see it should be Peeta. 

As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.

~~~~~~~~~~~

In the real world everyone was waiting, but by this point Hope was laying in a bed of her own having passed out from the Hollow being inside her, and Beth was in a bed due to her Scarlet Fever, and a couple others were being healed as well. 

Suddenly Ivy woke up, gasping for air. Everyone breathed out, happy that she finally woke up, and that she was okay. Suddenly she was brought into multiple hugs from different people. 

"I need to breathe." She coughed out and they backed up. After a moment she looked over and saw Hope in a bed. "Hope? Hope! What the hell happened?" She asked, making her way to her unconscious daughter. 

"After you died, Bella, she took the Hollow back into her." Marcel told her, and she turned to them. 

"YOU IDIOTS LET HER DO WHAT?!" She yelled and everyone took a step back from the group. 

"We didn't let her do anything, did we, Freya?" Rebekah said, turning to Freya. And as soon as Bella's eyes landed on the witch, she tackled her and just started swinging. 

"Oh my God!" Everyone was yelling, trying to pull her off the witch. 

"YOU LET MY DAUGHTER PUT THAT THING BACK IN HER?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU KNOW THAT THING WILL KILL HER YOU BITCH!" She screamed still trying to kill Freya. 

"Hope needs her father, Bella! I did what was right!" Freya yelled back, trying to ignore the way everyone stepped away from her in horror at the fact she would allow a child to do something that would kill her. 

"No. If you wanted to do what was right than you would have taken Klaus's even after Kol showed up! But you didn't! You wanted your family back so you did this! And the first chance I get, I will kill you." 

"Hope is-" 

"HOPE IS 15! I never wanted her to have this life! I don't want her to my life! She's supposed to be better than us! Have better than us. Better than me. She's 15. She shouldn't have the world on her shoulders. I've had the world on my shoulders too many times, more times than I would like to admit, a lot younger than what Hope is. I did it so she wouldn't have to. I died to save her life, and instead of helping her get through it, you helped her do something that would undo that sacrifice. That would undo every sacrifice I've made for the 1200 years. Undo everything we did for her. You put her life in danger, and is she dies now, or in the future thing we're about to watch because of this, I'll rip you apart. I'm killing you either way for letting her do it in the first place, but how bad your death will be will be determined on what happens with her. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" She told the woman, nearly crying, as everyone watched with wide eyes. Many people were crying along with Ivy, but no one dared to say anything, they all knew how her temper could be. 

Finally Ivy yanked herself from those who were holding her back and went back to Hope's bedside, and took her hand as she thought of what to do. 

"Ocean..." Nico called, walking up to his cousin. 

"Hey Nico." She said to him before pausing slightly... "Nico..." She said, turning to him so fast it was amazing her neck didn't snap in half. "Nico! Oh my Gods! Thank you for being born!" She said, kissing his head before getting up and running past a lot of confused people before running into the halls. Everyone watched her with wide, confused, and surprised eyes as she ran down the halls looking for someone. 

When she found Hades he was with his brothers Zeus and Poseidon. 

"HADES!" She yelled and everyone turned to her. 

"Yes, urchin?" He asked with a sigh. 

"Sea star-" 

"Not now dad!" She yelled at him, turning to Hades, kicking him in the balls so he bent down to her level. "Because you didn't do your job and kept the spirits where they're supposed to be my daughter is in there dying! So if you don't go in there and fix it, I will make your life a living hell. You've seen the things I can do when my brother is on the line. You don't want to see what I'll do when my daughter is on the line. So don't test me right now. Just get in there and fix it!" She yelled, grabbing his ear and dragging him back to the room. Her Kyryptonian strength shining through right now in full force, allowing her to handle him like that. 

A while later and he was done, the Hollow was down in Tartarus. 

When Hope woke up the first face she saw was Hayley. 

"Hope..." Ivy said with a happy smile. 

"Mom? Mom." Hope said happily before they hugged as everyone watched in wonder, happiness, bitterness, confusion, or all of it. 

"Hope, what happened, you almost died." Ivy told her, moving hair from Hope's face. 

"I was sick. Mom, there's so much that I have to tell you." 

"No, Hope, you could have died, they told me what you did. That thing would have killed you! What were you thinking?" She asked her daughter, trying not to cry. "It's not your time, yet. It's nowhere near your time, Hope." 

"It's okay, I want to be there, in the afterlife in my time with you!" 

"No! You have to stay with your dad! I need you to stay with your dad." Ivy told her. 

(I'm calling her Ivy during the 3rd person because that's the life they were brought into. But they will call her by the name they know her as when talking.) 

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything that happened in my time, and I can't forgive myself." Hope told her, shaking her head and crying. 

"Well too bad. Because I forgive you. I forgive you, Hope. And I know that you're scared and I know that you're sad, and that's okay. But what happened that year was about hatred and ugliness born long before you, and long before me, in any of my lifetimes." Ivy told her honestly as everyone watched her, nearly everyone was crying, even those from the halls that had followed her back in. "I need you to fight this anger, and sadness, and grief, Hope. Baby girl, I know loss better than anyone. I've held parents, husbands, brothers, sisters, children, the list goes on and on, I've held them all as they died. Hope, you just lost me, you still have your dad. Don't let that go. Do waste time trying to get to me when you still have him. Don't be like me. Don't go ahead first into fire trying to save someone who is gone, when you could be spending time with those who are still here with you. Don't do something that you know will get you killed when all you want is to get back to someone you love, focus on the ones you still have around you. I learned that lesson way too late, you are learning it right now. Don't take that for granted." 

"But I want to be there with you, I don't wanna leave you there, alone..." 

"Hope. I'm not alone." Ivy told her, smiling slightly. "I'm never alone when I move into the afterlife. Look." Ivy said, turning to everyone else. "Baby, every time I die, I join them. I join these people, right here. Come here." She said, helping Hope out of bed and bringing her into the crowd. "Look around, Hope. I'm surrounded by so many loved ones. I'm with my best friend, Lancelot. I'm with my sister, Beth. I'm with my first father, Balinor. I'm with one of my husbands, Francis, along with the others from that very long line. I'm with my first love and literal soulmate, Arthur. My son, Jack, who became God. I'm with Grandma Mary. I am with so many people, I could never be alone." She told Hope with a small smile as everyone looked at her or at each other. But mostly at them. "Hope, I didn't die because of you, I went to peace because of you." 

"When we go back am I ever going to see you again?" Hope asked her, nearly crying, and Ivy looked at her sadly. 

"Not for a very, very, long time. So you better have good stories, okay? Make art. Use your voice. Have adventures. And have at least one totally epic love." She said and everyone laughed sadly, "And be every bit of yourself. Because the very best of me is in you." 

"I love you, mom." 

"I love you too." Ivy told her, whipping Hope's tears away from her eyes, before pulling her into a hug. "Always and Forever." She whispered to the girl. 

After a while the two finally let go and started making introductions between everyone. Her kids, husbands, parents, siblings, friends, everyone. 

When everyone was done Ivy put Hope back in bed, and everyone went to spend their day getting familiar with the place they'll being living for a year or so till this whole thing is done. Well maybe a year or so, because in a way they'll be in a bubble where Hogwarts and Hogsmeade will be in motion of time, while the outside world is going extremely slow. So while in the bubble it might be a year or so, outside of the bubble it will only be a week and when the bubble lifts it'll be time for them to go home for Holiday break. But no one will age, they'll age with the outside bubble of a week, instead of a year or so that it takes to watch and read all of this. Because it'll all go between books and movies so they can take breaks here and there to rest their eyes from the screens. 

After the day was over everyone went to sleep and when they woke up in the morning everyone got ready and went down for breakfast. 

The guests were all staying in the room of requirement. The place was set up to kind of look like a hotel so there were hundreds of rooms for everyone to use. 

Ivy went down with Hope, who wouldn't let her out of her sight, because Ivy was the only one to die yet in any of their lives or anything like that, so she (and everyone else) could understand it all. 

And even though Hope didn't want to let her out of her sight, she was happy to meet a lot more sort-of family. She was happy to have more grandparents, aunts, uncles, and definitely to have many brothers and sisters. The only part of it that Hope was uncomfortable with was the step fathers part. That weirded her out a bit, even if she was happy for her mom. 

That morning Ivy dressed in her old clothes to match what life she was going to be watching. Something Cinna, her old/future stylist suggested. Something she agreed with. 

And after breakfast everyone got ready for a day of watching Ivy's first life as Merlyn. 

But when breakfast was over she made her way over to her cousin, Elizabeth. 

"Elizabeth." She said and the woman turned to her. 

"Mary." Elizabeth said, bowing her head to her slightly. 

"I don't want England. What I do want is for your army to get off of Scottish lands." She told the woman. 

"I'll remove my army when you relinquish your claim to my throne." Elizabeth told her. 

"Or, here's my counter, proposal." Ivy said, holding up a book. "A way we both get what we want. This gives this history of me and you and our original future. You can read it and wait to give your answer after we watch my life as Mary Stuart. If you agree to continue with this then we shall and then we can both be at peace with one another. If you don't then I will sing away my rights to England. Either way is far with me, but I do hope you choose to continue with how history was written. More or less. I would prefer to keep both my head and my husband this time around, but you understand what I mean. I'd like for us to be friends, or family, Elizabeth. We're cousins. It's about time we start acting like it and stop trying to go after each other." With that Ivy handed her the book, bowed her head, and then walked away to join Hope at one of the small couches. 

Soon enough everyone found seats and everything got started.