Title - Inattendue

Summary - Future!Simon leaves something behind.

"He said that picking up litter was the best time of his life"

The thought ran through her head as she waited for the lift to ascend to her level, She knew that something bad was going to happen, that she should listen to Simon, past present, they were both right, and now there was only one place that she could think of to go to clear her head.

Stepping into the lift she pressed the ground floor button, her hand smoothing over the hint of bump that had started to grow. Nobody had asked her yet. For that she was thankful.

Entering the foyer of the hotel she was in, she noted that that everyone studiously avoided her, having everyone know her power was like being a leper, all of them so desperate not to touch her for fear that their deepest darkest fantasies would be revealed.

She set of in the direction of the estate.

Simon stepped out of the lift and looked around him, he had never seen this place before. In front of him Alisha flopped onto a makeshift bed. There were strange machines, and clocks. Pictures of him and the others adorned the wall around them.

Confusion and a sense of fear surrounded him. Several pictures stuck out at him as being from the past when they had been in danger. Was someone following them, trying to kill them?

Turning round he looked at Alisha, who was pulling something out of her handbag. Looking over her shoulder he saw the picture of them both in Las Vegas.

"When was that taken" He demanded, turning himself suddenly visible

Alisha gasped, pulling the photo to her chest in an attempt to hide it, but it was too late.

"Where did you get that?" He asked again, fear prickling in the back of his neck. Something was very wrong here.

"Someone gave it to me" She replied, her voice soft, silently begging not to be asked more.

"Who?" He asked looking down at her, her face worried and nervous. "What is this place?"

"The guy in the mask, he lived here" She answered, looking away and putting the picture in her handbag again.

"He's the father, isn't he?" An idea, slowly forming in his head.

Alisha nodded gently, unable to catch his eye

"Who is he?"

"He's you"