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Had her life ever been normal? Had things ever been simple? Had life ever really been good?

The older she got the harder it became to believe. The memories of a happy childhood were shrouded in fog and tainted by adolescent revelation.

She'd been raised by loving parents who were really vampire hunters with a brother who was actually her cousin. Her birth mother had abandoned her days after her birth and all but turned her over to Katherine and in turn Klaus.

She was a doppelganger.

She was a supernatural pawn.

She still had days where she wished Stefan had never found her; that she had died on that bridge. It had tried to claim her life twice now. The first time had been an accident, a cruel twist of fate that had taken her parents, but the second time the bridge had a little help from Rebekah Mikaelson.

If not for the blonde's brother she would most definitely have drowned. It was the only time he had done the exact opposite of what she had asked.

Luckily there had been another Original brother under the water that night. She hadn't realized it until she was coughing up water and caught a glimpse of strong arms holding Matt steady as he regained his breath.

If it hadn't been for him she would have died. She would not have spent the night in his warm embrace, probably not anyway, and she wouldn't be in the position she was now.

It had been ten weeks since he had held her in his arms. Seven weeks since he had left Mystic Falls. Six weeks of firm denial, and three days since Caroline had dragged her into the office.

She couldn't deny it anymore. The proof was in the pudding, or rather: the proof was in her hand, before her eyes and beneath her palm.

She couldn't lie and tell herself she had been overeating; for the past few weeks she'd done well to keep solid food down, and the paper between her fingers meant she couldn't claim it was a result of the flu.

Her calls had not been going through for the past three days; the moon was rising when she reached for her phone again. Scrolling through her contacts she selected the blank icon and pressed call; she counted the hollow echo of each long ring.

The call connected on the third ring.

"Hello darling. I haven't heard from you in months."

She was a doppelganger.

"I need to talk to you."

She was a supernatural pawn.

"I'm listening."

It was impossible; he was immortal.

"In person."

She was going to be a mother.

It's official... I have impulse control issues. I can't keep myself from starting new stories. I promise though I will work on SAF this weekend. My goal is to have all ongoing stories updated with a new chapter over the next week. There is also another new one I want to start.

I'm thinking this is going to be 10-20 chapters... I also said that about Dealing with the Hybrids so...