Carry On My Wayward Sons...... and Daughter (Season One/ COMPLETED)

Salvation (Part Two)

Annie's POV

I come out of the Medical Centre and begin flipping through my notebook, trying to look at my notes. Sam leans over my shoulder and looks at the book as well.

Then a searing pain burns through my skull and I press my hands against my temples.

"Annie?!" Sam says worriedly. He leads be over to a bench and sits down, before he clutches his own head.

Static. The blurry snowstorm on a TV screen is all I see. And then colored visions.

The Yellow Eyed Demon is in a babies nursery. A mother looking out the window, a train whistles, and then the demon again.

Soon the blurry image of concrete under my feet returns. I burry my head in my hands and wait for the sickness to pass.

"Annie?! Annie, please tell me you saw that," Sam says as he holds my face in his hands.

Trembling, I nod.

..........................

Later we stand in a park, checking our map.

More static before the vision repeats. I wipe my blurry eyes and then gasp.

Sammy and I are in front of the house in the vision. The woman from the vision pushes a pram along the road while holding an umbrella. I look at Sam and he nods. We walk up to the woman.

"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore," Sam says, reaching for her open umbrella. The rain has stopped, and left puddles in the road.

"Oh. Thanks," She smiles.

She closes her umbrella while Sam holds her pram. He looks inside and I take a quick peek.

"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah."

 "Oh wow, hi!" Sam says to the baby. "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam and this is Annie. We just moved in up the block," He says to the mom.

 "Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie."

 "Rosie? Hi Rosie," I coo. ( A/N For those of you have read/finished Half-Angel With A Shotgun and read the prologue to Love Like War....... Too soon. Too soon.)

"So, welcome to the neighbourhood."

"Thanks. She's such a good baby!" Sam says.

Monica smiles. "I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind."

"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?" I ask, letting Rosie grab my finger.

"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."

"And how old's Rosie?" I ask, talking in a babyized voic while I smile at Rosie.

 "She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed."

 "Yeah. Monica..." Sam says distractedly.

"Yeah?" She smiles.

 "Just ahhh,just take care of yourself okay?"

 "Yeah, you too Sam. And you too Annie. We'll see you around."

As Monica turns to her house a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking.

"There's Daddy!" Monica coos. (?)

Static returns again.

The clock in the nursery stops, the nursery rhyme playing stops, a wind sweeps through. A black figure approaches the bed. Monica pushes the door open from the hallway and see's the figure standing over her daughters bed.