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Pairing: Godric/OFC

Summary: She wonders idly if he knows that she's here to save him from himself. AU, kind of.

Author's note: So this is AU. Wherein Godric doesn't die when he does. If that makes any sense. It's AU…kind of.

The trick is to keep breathing

Chapter 4: Every Action has an Equal and Opposite Reaction

What I've done

I'll face myself

To cross out what I've become

Erase myself

And let go of what I've done

Put to rest

What you thought of me

While I clean this slate

With the hands

Of uncertainty

What I've Done- Linkin Park

Lilith groaned quietly. "Myrddin, please. My head is starting to ache. I do not understand why I have to know this anyways. What happened already happened. The Trojans, Greeks, Romans, Arthur, everything…it already happened."

Myrddin sighed and ran his fingers through her long crimson hair. Her head was positioned comfortably across his legs. "It is so you can be prepared. Understand yourself and those around you. I am telling you this- teaching you this- so you can know your strengths and your weaknesses. I am doing this so you can understand that History creates us. It shapes us and defines who we are."

"Well, can we take a break?"

"Ah, to be young…and annoying."

Lilith laughed. She quieted down and stayed silent. Feeling his fingers run across her scalp. "I think about them all the time." She confessed.

"As you should. They were your parents."

"I keep on seeing my mother. She comes to me when I sleep. Tells me things and comforts me. She says that she is sorry that she lied to me. That she kept who I was away from me." She flipped over so that she was sitting on the ground and staring at Myrddin's face. "Why did she lie to me?"

"To protect you." Myrddin answered quickly. "Never forget that. Your mother did everything for you. She died protecting you. If she had not called out to me, you would have died."

"Why did she call out to you?" Lilith wondered.

"Because I am powerful. I am a God in my own right. Because I can give life and take it."

Lilith sat up straighter and tucked her legs underneath her. "You tell me that I am immortal. That I will live forever. Does that mean there is no way I can die? Am I incapable of dying?"

"Nothing- no one- is incapable of dying. Everyone dies differently. With you, you will die the way you were meant to." At her confused look he sighed. "I saved you from burning. A fate that you were supposed to meet. So when- if- you die, you will die by fire."

"Why?"

Myrddin shrugged. "It is the way the Fates have decided it should be. You cannot fight Fate."

"I do not want to burn." Lilith said quietly. She lied down again on her side and she placed her head back in his lap.

Myrddin bent down and kissed her forehead. "Then do not die." He whispered to her.

Lilith did not answer back.

The flames were hot. They burned everything in their path. Screams echoed loudly.

His body was blurry. His arms were opened widely. Embracing the sun. A sad smile lit his face as he burst into blue flames. A blonde watching from the sidelines. Silently crying.

Two figures, Unfocused. Blanketed by grey were lying side by side in a field of color. The sun shone brightly.

Lilith gasped and shot up from her bed. Her heart raced. She placed a hand to her chest and breathed in and out slowly. It took her a few minutes to realize that her body was drenched in sweat. She grimaced and got out of bed.

She could hear the waves roll into the rocks below. Her curtains were closed but Lilith could see that they were swaying with the wind from the open window. Sighing, she walked closer to the curtains and pulled them open.

The sun almost blinded her.

If Isabel was any other Vampire, she would not have noticed it. She would not have noticed that Godric looked at the door every time it opened. (Something he rarely did to begin with). She would not have noticed that he looked closely every time a red head crossed his vision. She would not have noticed that he kept The Holy Bible closely next to him. She would not have noticed how when the house was empty and the sun was close to rising, that Godric would go outside and stare at his reflection in the pool.

If she were any other Vampire she would not have noticed that every time Godric walked by the room she used to occupy, his hands would graze against the door. That he would sometimes stop and press his palm against the shut door, as if willing her back.

If she were any other Vampire she would not have noticed.

Isabel isn't just any Vampire. And she did see.

And she would never admit it to Godric (or anyone else for that matter) that it broke her non-existent heart to see him lonely.

She's watched people die. Over and over again. That much Lilith is used to. It doesn't go away. Her gift. Her curse.

She has become numb to her visions. All except one. One that reoccurs often and always manages to shake her to her core. To wake her up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, body burning and heart beating fast.

She doesn't know what to make of it. And for once she wishes that it was a bit clearer. To know who the bodies were. Lilith has an idea. But it is not one that she wants to humor. She isn't anywhere near him. She won't cause him misery. Not anymore.

So Lilith refuses to think. Instead she walks down the beach and sits on the edge of the hill. Watching as the waves roll into the rocks below her and watches as the sun fades behind the horizon.

And as she looks underneath her at the grey water, she wonders what it would be like to fall.

Godric thinks about her. All the time.

He finds it odd. In reality he barely knows her. He does not know her favorite color or book or movie or anything.

But then he thinks about it more and realizes that he does know her. Far more than most people. Because she let him in. She told him of her past. Let him know her history.

Godric is grateful that she left him with that.

Eric tries to reason with him. He tells him everything that Godric tells himself.

You do not even know her.

She will destroy us all.

She is a witch.

She could have placed a spell on you.

You are not connected to her.

You do not even know her.

And finally Godric told his son that it did not matter. That yes, he did in fact know her. That maybe he could have loved her. But now, he'll never know. That no, it does not matter that she did not drink his blood or have sex with him. That maybe-just maybe- their connection was-could have been- deeper than that.

And he tells his son not to worry. That everything will be all right. That he will be all right. And that soon this whole entire life will be behind them. To be forgotten.

And then they sit in silence.

Eric fuming. Angry that he cannot help. That he cannot seem to understand caring for someone as more than a blood bag. But Godric knows it is because his son will not allow himself to feel.

And Godric sits and thinks. About her. Always about her.

"NO!" Myrddin roared. "NO!"

The woman in front of him is old. Wrinkled and old. But she is almost-almost as powerful as he is. And Myrddin respects her. Because he has to.

The last time she came to him, he saved Lilith. Brought her back where she belongs.

And now. He should have known the moment he saw her wobbling towards him that something was wrong. That something was dreadfully wrong.

And she showed him exactly what was wrong. Because Myrddin-if anything- was always right.

"I did what needed to be done." He hissed through clenched teeth. "You showed me one thing and I did what you suggested. Was it all for naught? Just a joke, hmm? LIES?!"

The old witch looked at him and shook his head. "Do not tell me that I lie, Myrddin. Never, have I ever lied to you. Her future was unclear in the past. Always blurry but now…her future changes quickly."

"Then it could change again." Myrddin insisted.

She shook her head. "I had a dream from the Fates."

Myrddin roared again and the room was in an uproar. Windows broke, goblets, plates, ornaments crashed on the floor, destroyed. And Myrddin was in the middle of it all.

The cause of it all.

How fucking ironic.

"Everyone-everything-dies Myrddin. You told her that once. That nothing-nothing escapes death."

"Leave." He croaked out. "Leave."

She nodded, leaving quietly.

Myrddin sunk down into his thrown. His head in his hands, elbows balanced on his knees. "Oh, Lilith," he bemoaned, "what have I done?"

That night Lilith has the dream again. Only this time it is the first part. The fire. She can see it licking at everything. Turning whatever it touched into ashes.

There was a figure in the fire. Trapped unable to get out. Her screams unheard.

In her dream Lilith is not surprised to see her own body. Her own face wrapped around the flames.

When Lilith jolts awake she is drenched in sweat. Her body feels like it is on fire. Her heart is racing wildly. She kicks the covers off of her and races to the window. She flings the window open and thrusts her head outside. The cold air cools her body instantly.

And she calms down. Only just.

Because she sniffles and then slides against down against the wall until she is sitting on the cold hard stone.

It is then and only then does she start crying. And it scares her.

Not that she is crying. She has cried before. But because she is calling out to him.

Godric.

Okay, so I finally figured out how to end this. I'm not sure if it'll be good. Or even if you guys will like it but it's something that I think needs to be done.

My Grandmother is a firm believer that you are meant die in a certain way. That God-or whomever you happen to believe in- has it planned out and that you are always meant to die that way. I don't know about any historical findings or theological findings but this was based purely on what my Grandmother told me when I was younger.

You know until my mother politely asked her to stop scaring us. Hehehe.

Onto my reviewers:

Fade to blue: Thank you so much! I agree lot of information but I figured it may as well be all in one read. Thanks for reading and I hope that you liked this chapter. I know, I'm kind of upset that she had to leave soon too. But I hope that you like this chapter and thanks for reviewing!

Aurora151989: Thank you! Oh no problem. I think it'll be going back to shorter chapters though. Sorry! I hope that you still like it though. Thanks so much for the review and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!

Sam: Oh my God. I didn't even know I was doing cliffhangers. I hate cliffhangers. Whenever I read a wicked story and BAM I'm hit with a cliffie I nearly want to fall over. I didn't even realize I was doing it! Lol. I'm such a hypocrite! Hehe. Thanks so much for the review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Define-serenity: I loved Isabel. Like totally loved her. I thought she was wicked. I know, kind of information overload huh? Been a while since I've done anything like that. Heheh. You know I've never watched an episode of Stargate? My friends keep telling me to watch it. But I never do. Actually Merlin was sometimes called Myrddin according to some legends. I kind of wanted Myrddin to be another Eric but more laid back and not so uptight. Did it work? Thanks for mentioning you story? I freaking love your story!!!!! Oh yah, Vampires are so fascinating but I find that it's like vampire overload right now so I'm pro True Blood and True Blood only. Other than that I'm fascinated by witches. Bring back Hocus Pocus! Hehee. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Ladeesarah001: Thank you so much! You have no idea how much that means to me. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and thank you so much for the review!

Caleb's babe: Thanks! I'm glad that you're enjoying it! From right now I don't think he will go after her. Actually my story is pretty close to ending. Hopefully this chapter answered some of your questions! Thanks so much for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Sj61: Thank you so much for giving this story a try! You know I was thinking about corssovers and how they're cool if they're done right. I'm not touching a crossover. Mainly because I don't think I'd be able to write it right. Yah Myrddin is pretty cool. An old soul. With a biting personality. Hehehe. Thanks so much for the review and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Brindalyn: Fanfiction will not allow me to review your story right now but in case you read this chapter...in response to yours I LOVED IT!!!!!!! Like really. I loved the interactions and when Eric found out it was Godric's GAH! Just...totally heart it and can't wait for more!

Yours Truly

Books.

P.S. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone. Oh and I was wondering…what do you guys think of a Stan one-shot? It wasn't the one-shot I originally had in mind but I was re-watching the Godric episodes and I gotta admit, Stan was pretty cool. So I was kind of wondering what you all would think about a Stan one-shot and how he came to hate humans so much. It will have an OC but just let me know if you guys would be interested so I can get it out of my mind! Hehehe. Thanks guys! Oh and the title is taken from Isaac Newton's famous theory. So totally not mine!