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Room 421, Saturday Morning

Okay, last night had been wonderful. The dance, seeing her friends, and staying way, way too late in Squall's room.

She'd been tempted to sleep over. She'd been tempted to ... well. Do other things. She'd chickened out on both.

And now, Rinoa was fast asleep, bundled up in warm covers. Maybe she wouldn't get out of bed until noon.

(yeah that won't happen. expecting a wee one and possibly others, and open to boot!)

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Pounding, pounding, on the door! Pounding, pounding, answer it!

That was the song Sylvie was singing in her head, anyway. She might start singing it out loud at any moment.

"Mooooooooooooommy!" she shouted. "OPEN UP!"

The knocking was rhythmic. The song would not be long after.

Whoever that kid's mommy was should let her in. Rinoa was trying to sleep.

"Mom-my! Mom-my! I! Want! Food!" It was almost a song, except in that it was far more annoying. "Mom-my! Mom-my! Feed! Me! Soon!"

Okay, Rinoa was definitely awake, now. Since she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, she stumbled out of bed and grabbed a robe so she could pull her door open.

Maybe she could figure out who was ignoring their kid (kid? really?) and help wake them up.

"Mommy!" Sylvie was now going to attach herself to her mother's legs and not let go. "There you are! You didn't answer! And you weren't in the park! I was all scared an' I didn't have breakfast. You need to make me breakfast, Mommy. Where are we?"

Okay, that was unexpected. Although she couldn't help laughing at all that enthusiasm. "I think you have the wrong room, kiddo," she said, reaching down to scoop up the little girl.

She was pretty. There was something almost familiar to her face, but Rinoa couldn't place it.

"Nuh-uh," Sylvie said, cuddling in against her Mommy's shoulder. "I gots the right room. 'Cause I wanna stay in this room, with you."

Her fingers reached over to play idly with her mother's rings, on the chain around her neck. Sylvie wasn't sure why Mommy was wearing two instead of one, today. Maybe the other one was new.

Okay, that was adorable, and Rinoa was melting, a little. Even if she had no idea what you were supposed to say to a lost kid who had attached themselves to you, completely randomly.

"Are you lost?" she asked. "Where did you last see your parents?"

She had mentioned a park. There was one in town. Rinoa could get dressed and take her back there. Her parents had to be worried sick.

It felt weird to pull the little girl into the room and shut the door, but she didn't want a small child wandering the hallways alone, either, and she was only wearing a robe.

"Home," Sylvie said, happy to stay here in her mother's arms. "Then you had'a go to a Sorc'ress thing an' Daddy had to go, too, to be a Knight. So Aunt Selphie's babysitting. An' there was a big glowy door an' I went through it an' then I was in a park. It was scary."

Sorceress. Knight. Aunt Selphie. That. That. That.

This wasn't the wrong room at all. Hyne's wrath coming down the mountain. This was -- she was --

If Rinoa squeezed the little girl any tighter, she might not be able to breathe. It was a good thing they were near the bed, so she could collapse onto it. Her knees were buckling, and there was a strange roaring in her ears.

"You ... you're ..."

Sylvie hadn't expected to be deposited on a lap, when Mommy had sat down all fast like that.

"Are you sick?" she asked. "Mommy? Are you okay?"

"M-mommy's okay," Rinoa managed, somehow. "Mommy's fine, sweetie. Mommy just ... she needs to catch her breath."

This must be part of a time loop. They were rare, but they happened. Rinoa had to hope this glowing door hadn't been the start of time compression.

If her daughter -- their daughter -- had been pulled into a time loop because of time compression, did that mean they'd lost? And if so, could they keep her here, so she'd be safe?

Their daughter. This was her daughter, and Squall's. A sorceress and her knight. Unbelievable.

... of course, the really unbelievable part was that she had the wrong father, entirely.

Sylvie pressed a kiss to Rinoa's cheek.

"You look sad," she said. "And you didn't get me breakfast yet, neither."

Sylvie had multiple priorities, here.

"Okay," Rinoa said, reaching to smooth the girl's hair back away from her face. "We need to talk, and then we'll get food. Okay? But this is important."

"Kay," Sylvie said. She'd be patient. But her mommy better not fudge on the breakfast.

"Okay," Rinoa said. "Sweetie, you're ... you went to the past. That's where the glowy door took you. So mommy's all the way back in school again. I haven't even met you yet."

"Oh." Sylvie had thought it was going to be something bad, like that she had to stay in a creepy attic by herself, or that they were out of waffles. "But you still love me an' all, right?"

"Of course I do," Rinoa said smoothly. And she did. How could she not? "But I'm gonna ask all kinds of silly questions, since I don't know anything about you yet, and I need you to be honest with me, okay?"

Er. While she was at it ...

"Like what your name is. I bet it's pretty."

"Syllllllllllllllvie," she said. "It's the prettiest name ever."

"It is," Rinoa agreed. "Now Mommy needs to get dressed, and --"

"Angelo!!!" Sylvie pushed herself off her mom's lap so she could tackle the bestest dog ever. Who was, in Sylvie's time, kind of old and moved a lot slower, but still the bestest dog ever.

Annnnnd Sylvie would amuse herself, with Angelo.

Angelo, for her part, sniffed Sylvie a few times, glanced at Rinoa, and then settled in to be tackled and fussed over. Maybe Angelo could smell they were related, somehow. Or maybe she just had a fondness for spoiled princesses.

Squall knocked on the door, with his own wee one in tow. "We need to talk," he announced.

Well. They did, especially after last night, but he didn't have to sound so gruff about it. Odd.

Maybe he'd woken up with a headache, or was scared about something? Who knew.

She had a better idea. She called out, "Just a sec!" before stage-whispering, to Sylvie, "Daddy's here."

"Daddy!" Sylvie shrieked. "Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy!"

The blonde hyper ball of energy flung the door open, her wide grin turning to a look of puzzlement.

"Hi, Uncle Squall," she said. "Where's Daddy?"

Squall frowned down at the litle girl. Another one? And this one WASN'T his? Fandom was just trying to mess with him. "Are you sure I'm not your daddy?" he asked.

The little kid behind him peered around into the room. "Mommy's not here," he pouted. "Is she out on a mission? If we're in the past, does that mean she's still a teacher?"

Rinoa stood up, her heart stopping. "Isn't ..."

And that was her heart, slipping to the floor and breaking.

"I'm not -- Sylvie?" Start there. She was going to scoop up her little one and stare at those eyes again and ... oh dear Hyne. She knew why those eyes were so familiar. That smile.

Sylvie's daddy had Knight duty. She had assumed ...

"S-sylvie?" she said. "Tell Mommy your whole name?"

"Sylvie Julianne Almasy," she recited. "Hi, Tempest. Your mommy's not here."

"Daddy said she was," Tempest pouted, crossing his arms. Sure, Daddy could be wrong, but Sylvie could lie.

"Daddy was mistaken," Squall answered. "Rinoa is here. Your mother isn't. That'll have to be good enough until we figure out what's going on."

"Your ... mother is probably off at Garden," Rinoa said, feeling sick to her stomach.

Still a teacher? That one was easy. Tempest's mother had to be Quistis.

She'd known Quistis was in love with Squall. She had assumed it was unrequited.

Apparently, one day, it wouldn't be. These children were from the future. In the future, she would ... go back to Seifer, and he'd marry Quistis, and ... and that was that.

She wished she had a moment alone, to cry.

"W-we should get breakfast," she said, instead, clearing her throat.

"But daaaaaaaaaaaad," Tempest whined, "I want my MOMMY!!! That's against reg'lation!"

Some kids, unfortunately, could not be appeased with breakfast.

Squall wasn't sure who the kid's mother was, and he didn't care. "Well, she's not here, and what you've got is me and Rinoa. We can't find your mother on an empty stomach, can we?"

He patted Tempest on the shoulder in what he hoped was a consoling way, and then pushed the kid toward the door. "Breakfast. Come on."

"Yooooou got yeeeeeeelled at," Sylvie giggled, sticking her tongue out.

"Be nice, Sylvie," Rinoa chided. Facepalming.

What was she supposed to do with a kid all weekend? Her kid? Seifer's kid?

... oh, wow, their kid. Sylvie must be spoiled rotten.

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