Note: This is a fan-fic that is dual-posted on my Code Geass blog and has quite a few chapters. I'm still writing it (even though I'm a little slow.) I've written the chapters mostly in-order so I'll upload them here in chronological order (as opposed to randomly/how I feel like it.) This is an AU I've been thinking about since a dream I had three years ago. Since Code Geass is getting a season 3, I think this is a good time to weasel my way into writing CG fan fiction.

I'm testing out a different type of story-telling. I skip around a bit to keep myself from getting writer's block and focus on more interesting events. I'll be straying from the events of the series (as well as rewriting the entire lore behind Geass) so I hope you guys will come and join me for the ride and my first Code Geass fan fiction.

Prologue

Stop!

Bang.

Don't do it, please!

Bang

Stop killing them!

Nunnally shot up in her bed; she was covered in sweat and breathed heavily.

Was it all a dream? She pressed her hands against her paralyzed legs. The blind girl sighed.

"It was all just a dream," she told herself aloud.

It was a weird dream. Was she ever on that train? If not, she was having a lot of problems remembering what really happened yesterday. However, one thing about the dream stood out clear in her mind: she could see.

For the first two years after losing her sight, Nunnally often dreamed of regaining it; they told her it was a psychological block, and that it would return with time. It's been eleven years since that horrible night. She knows nothing about that day aside from what her big brother told her.

Lelouch... Lord knows where he was right then. He graduated high school three years ago, and immediately entered the work force. He got a pretty gruesome beating from Britannian noblemen while gambling a year ago. He's still too shaken up to even play chess non-competitively. He's been saving up money to buy a small apartment after Nunnally graduates from Ashford Academy. Between his three jobs, he claims they'll be okay. Nunnally knows he lied to her, but what else could he do?

Nunnally groaned; placing her hands against her temples. She remembers a train, which was taken over by the army. No—Japanese terrorists took over the train first and stole her leg mechanics. The Britannians then took her for questioning…but how did she escape?

"Nunnally, are you awake?" Lelouch whispered after lightly knocking on her door.

"Yeah," she pushed herself up.

Before Nunnally realized it, Lelouch wrapped his arms around his sister and squeezed. "I'm so happy you're alright. If C.C. wasn't there to help you..."

"Who?"

"The girl who saved your life. You don't remember?"

"The train..."

"Yeah, the train. She's here, by the way."

Nunnally remembered the woman's brightly colored hair, but quickly held her tongue before she mentioned it to her brother. Lelouch wrapped his arms around his sister's torso, and she held on to his shoulders as he helped her onto her wheelchair.

"Do you want to brush your hair before you go out there?" Lelouch asked his sister.

"No, it's fine," she giggled. Lelouch blushed as he set down the brush.

"What time is it, big brother?"

"9:00 AM; you slept for 20 hours," Lelouch muttered.

"9 AM? But Lelouch, you're late—"

"You had me worried sick, so I called in sick." Lelouch pecked her forehead. "I'm so happy you're alright. I don't know what I'd do if—"

Lelouch paused, holding his breath to keep himself from crying. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He took a deep breath before the finally reached their large living room.

The green-haired woman was examining the numerous paintings in the foyer.

"Such a shame, a home without a family," she commented without turning to face the Lamperouges.

"Why do you say that?" Lelouch inquired.

"You live here, but there are no pictures or personal effects scattered around to tell me what kind of people you are."

"This isn't a home," Lelouch grunted while shrugging.

"Oh," she smiled to herself. "I suppose you're a little like me then."

"Lelouch," Nunnally piped, "I'm thirsty. Would you make me tea, please?"

"Of course." Before leaving, Lelouch took C.C.'s hand and directed her to put it on Nunnally's shoulder.

"So," the woman started, "are you pleased with the power I gave you?"

So that wasn't a dream after all.

"No," Nunnally flatly replied. "My sight and legs wore off."

"I didn't promise you a miracle," she scoffed. "You still have to retain your end of the contract."

"You didn't even tell me the terms!" Nunnally shouted.

"The terms?" Lelouch was puzzled. He set the tray of tea on the coffee table and poured a cup for each of them.

"I desire restitution for my assistance," C.C. calmly stated after thanking her host for the tea.

"But of course," Lelouch grumbled.

"Nothing too financially straining. I've been meaning to find a new residence. My old hosts and I were not too fond of each other." She glanced around the room. "This place is plain, but it'll do."

"We'll be glad to accommodate you, C.C., but this arrangement will be brief. Nunnally and I are moving next year."

Nunnally sighed; she forgot how soon their lives at Ashford would end.

"That should be fine; I tend to wander anyways."

"Isn't living with us too high of a price?" the blind girl asked.

"Nunnally!" Lelouch hushed his sister.

"Over one hundred people died at the hands of terrorists yesterday—including the viceroy," C.C. explained.

"Clovis is dead?" Nunnally shuddered. Was it that same terrorist teenager? The hopeless one she encouraged? If she didn't talk to him, he wouldn't have found his drive and her brother—! Clovis ordered every Japanese on the train murdered. They did not kill any Britannians, but he sentenced them all to death.

Lelouch gently squeezed her hand. "I didn't want to tell you as soon as you woke up."

"Lelouch!" She cried.

"It's okay," he consoled her. "You're okay, and that's all that matters."