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Rating: PG

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by Sailor Phoenix

Part One

    "I don't have a husband." Serenity insisted panting. She clutched the bedsheets as another pain hit her. "And my name isn't Alessandros. Its Tsukino. Serenity Tsukino."

    "Nonsense," the doctor huffed. "You're Serenity Alessi Alessandros. I've known you since you came to San Fransciso."

    The need to thrust again was building in Serenity's abdomen as tears of joy raced down her face. She was alive! She wasn't sure how or even why but she was alive!

    An impatient knock sounded at the door, but Serenity to busy paying attention to the next contraction to notice the dark-haired man that entered. When he moved to her side, she was thunderstruck by his sexy looks and own sense of recognition. She had seen his face so many times before in her dream, never thinking that she would ever see him in person.

    "Nice of you to make an appearance, Endymion," the doctor grumbled. "One more push, Serenity."

    Reluctantly, Endymion took one of her hands and held it between his own. Even with the pain, she could feel a jolt from his touch.

    Her back arched from the bed heeding no command from her mind. She clutched at Endymion's hand as a half scream, half moan filled the old fashioned room. The anguish of childbirth peeked, and then there was the sensation of something slipping from her body. It wasn't long before an infant's cry rang loud and clear.

    She had seen Endymion's steel-blue eyes dart to the newborn and then shift back to her. She could see the hurt and contempt within the depths.

    "You have a daughter, Endy," The doctor announced as if Serenity had nothing to do with the child being born.

    Endymion's strong jawline flexed, the relaxed. His gaze still on hers. "No, Sere has a daughter," he corrected letting go of her hand. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

    "Let me see the baby," she pleaded promising herself that later she would try to reason with him. For now, she wanted to hold the child she had given life to. She was tiny and red and messy, and she couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than this child. "Hello Beautiful," she cooed feeling a joyous exhaustion as a tiny finger wrapped around one of hers. "I hope we can be friends. As you can see, I am not very poular around here."

    Dr Michaels was doing things, things she didn't want to think about. A woman dressed in gown similar to that of Molly's entered and took the baby. Serenity had been too exhausted to even protest.

    Several women came in. Their hair swept up and the hems of their skirts brushing along the floor. They had helped Serenity from the bed and took her over to a waiting bath. Several hands washed her, dried her, and placed a new gown on her. When she returned to bed, she found nice, clean sheets waiting for her.

    "You're to take this," one of them said pouring a brown liquid from the bottle onto the spoon. "The doctor left it for you."

    Serenity opened her mouth and accepted the nasty tasting medicine. She settled back onto the fluffy pillows, unable to her eyes open. "Endymion hates me," she sighed.

    There was only one woman then. She had gray-streaked brown hair and pale green eyes. She wore a stern expression. Yet there was a softness about her mouth. "It isn't though you haven't given him reason to," came the reply. "But you have given him a daughter. A man will forgive a great deal for a gift that such as you gave him."

    Serenity closed her eyes. She was too weary to go on and soon she was dreaming. In her dream she saw the light and the crystal bridge but she wouldn't get too close to it. When she finally awoke, it was to see her daughter laying asleep in the antique crib near the bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of Endymion crouching down attending to the dying fire.

    "Endy?"

    His broad shoulders tensed beneath the white shirt, and he did not look over at her. Instead he rose to full height, over six feet, and gripped the mantle piece with strong hands. The light from the gas fed fixtures on the walls flickered in his raven-black hair and on the shining black leather of his riding boots.

    Serenity searched her mind for the right words to say. Over and over she placed each word carefully in her thoughts. "What will you name the child?"

    Slowly he turned to meet her gaze, his ocean blue eyes cold and wary. She could see the surprise written in his eyes despite the fact that he was trying to hide it. "Name her?"

    "She is your daughter, after all." How I wish I could lay claim to this beautiful child?, she thought. She could remember little of her old life...if it had been real. Yet she knew she had longed for her own child from the first moment she was handed a doll.

    Endymion's answer was a quiet but brutual chuckle. "Is she?"

    Serenity coud feel the tears well up behind her eyes, but she refused to let him see them. Something buried deep inside warned her that her tears would not move him. "Your wife was unfaithful to you," she observed.

    Another chuckle but this time sardonic and wicked. "Yes," he answered, turning back to face her again, folding his arms. "You were. Are."

    "Then why not divorce me?"

    Endymion smiled cordially. "Believe me, darling, I would love to, but even in the grand and gloriously modern year of 1895 such things are unheard of."

    Serenity bolted up as a series of mental puzzles filled her mind. The primitive birth...the gas lights through the room...Endymion's odd clothing...the long dresses the women wore. "In 1895?" She asked echoing the year.

    "Please," Endymion sneered. "I am not amused by your little dramas anymore. You know exactly who you really are, where you are at, and what you have done. And if I have anything to do with it, you're never going to forget it."

    Serenity was unquestionably wounded by Endymion's hatred and troubled by memories she knew she could not have been hers. Her emotional reaction had been one of recognition, not of discovery. She averted her gaze as her fingers played with the beautiful lace trim around the top sheet. "Suppose I told you I'm not the Serenity you once knew," she began softly. "Suppose I told you I'm really another woman from another time?"

    Endymion clasped his hands together behind his back. "I would respond that you have lost your grip on reality but it won't save you from my revenge." His tone was cold as the room. “Continue this and it may land you in the asylum."
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Will Endy really send Serenity to the asylum or will he believe that she is really someone else?
Stay tuned
Part 2