Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except for Helena, Ben and Calli.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay on this story again, but I'm suffering from Pfeiffer's disease (mono in American english) so I haven't been able to do much aside of sleeping. I can't promise when the next update will be, let's hope it won't take long though. Enjoy! PS: as chirachi mentioned in a review, it might be less confusing to mention POV. So, here we go.

Sara’s POV

I was totally ready for it; I had never been more ready for anything in my life. Or dead, of course. How this was going work was still a slight mystery to me, but I trusted that Helena had told Ben and Gil all about it. I looked around the B&B of my brother and smiled, it had been quite some time since I had seen it last and I noticed he had finished his renovations. Then all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder, I let out a small yelp and spun around. “Helena,” I said, slightly out of breath. “You scared me.”

She smirked a bit, “Must be a bad conscience then,” she said and guided me to the backyard. “As you know I told Gil and Ben about what we were going to do, and they are very excited to have you back, as is your daughter.”

At the mention of Calli my eyes teared up, “I miss her so much,” I whispered as I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

Helena smiled softly at me, “You’ll have her back before you know it. Anyway, they had to promise not to tell anyone about what happened, because we are going to turn back time to the day you were shot.”

I frowned a bit at her. “So that means we’ll go back to Las Vegas?” I asked her.

She shook her head with a smile, “No, there will be no need to do that,” she said and closed her eyes for a bit, as if she was lost in deep thought. “Your friends back in Las Vegas won’t even remember you were home that day, for them you’re on a vacation to visit your brother.”

Well that seems to be okay, I thought to myself as I bit down on my bottom lip. “And what about Gil, will they know he’s gone too?”

“All is taken care of, they will think he’s teaching at a seminar,” Helena smiled. “He told me he’s away for that quite a few times each year, so that won’t be any surprise to them.”

I nodded. “Okay, let’s roll.” I tried not to let her know that I was slightly worried by the point that travelling back to the day I was shot, also meant that my killer would be alive. I didn’t want to tell her, and soothed my thoughts with the idea that it was just some random killing and that he couldn’t get to me here. But wait…

“Helena, there’s a problem,” I started as I grabbed her arm to get her attention. “What if the man who killed me, kills one of my co-workers?”

I saw how Helena’s face saddened, and for a moment I wonder if she’s going to tell me who’s going to be killed, but she doesn’t. “I’m sorry to tell you, but… I’ve spoken to him, he knows we’re going back in time,” she stopped talking for a moment and I could see she was nervous. “I uhm… it wasn’t a random killing, he was looking for you. I’m so sorry, but I can’t stop him from going back and I wasn’t able to change his mind.”

All of a sudden I felt sick to my stomach. This man who shot me, was going to live. He was going to hunt me down until he would find me, and was going to kill me if he got the chance. “What do I do?” I asked.

Helena merely shrugged, “I can’t tell you what to do and what not to do. This is something you better discuss with Gil when you get back,” she told me, almost like telling me I was getting back from some vacation where something happened.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Making this all possible,” I explained as we went down the steps to the living room. I noticed how Gil, Ben and Calli were sitting on the couches, talking to each other. I didn’t take the time to listen to them, because Helena once again demanded my attention.

“I think you better get out of the room,” she said to me and I nodded, doing as she told me and sitting down at the kitchen table, fiddling nervously with my fingers.

I had my arm rested around my daughter’s shoulders, keeping her close to me. I didn’t understand how I could have lived my life without even knowing of her existence. She was so precious, the perfect combination of Sara and me. I looked at her from the corner of my eye and smiled, she looked so nervous. “It’s going to be okay sweetie,” I assured her.

Before she could reply to me, we all felt a cold wind enter the room and I immediately recognized Helena. I noticed how Calli nestled a little closer to my side, looking at the woman a little shy. “Is everything ready?” I asked her.

At Helena’s nod I looked at Ben, he gave me an assuring smile. We both, as well as Calli, couldn’t wait to do this, couldn’t wait to get Sara back. It hadn’t been that long yet, but it felt as if I’d been living eternity without her.

“I want you to sit on the rug in the middle of the living room, and hold each other’s hands,” Helena told us as she stood in front of the window, and I didn’t even pay attention to the fact that her presence didn’t leave any shadow. Normally I would have raised my eyebrow at that, now I wasn’t patient enough.

We sat on the floor as Helena had told us, and I held Calli close to me, holding her hand tightly in mine. Ben held her other hand and we did too, without any hesitation. “We’re ready,” I said, but Ben interrupted me.

“How is this going to work exactly?” He asked, and I could hear the nerves in his voice. He had been brave through all of this, and I had barely see him let a tear. Though now that he was getting his sister back, he seemed more emotional than I had seen him before.

Helena smiled gently. “You won’t notice much, I promise,” she said and placed her hand on the crown of Calli’s head momentarily.

I could feel how Calli scooted even closer to me, a little afraid of the mysterious lady.

Then there was music, distant humming of a language I couldn’t understand. It almost sounded Celtic, Gaelic. Not that I spoke any of those languages, but I’d read about them. The humming became more insistent and suddenly I noticed it was Helena’s voice, though she sounded like a lady’s choir all by herself.

Suddenly the room turned dark and I was unable to see anything. Instinctively my hand held Calli’s tighter and I pulled her close. Then, as if nothing had happened the light was on again. The room was spinning around us and I told Calli to close her eyes as I felt a wave of nausea hit me. I closed my eyes quickly as well and fought my own mind.

When the room fell silent and the sound of humming couldn’t be heard anymore, I dared to open my eyes. It was a sunny day outside, and I could hear the birds sing. Carefully I looked around and noticed Helena was gone. I didn’t see Sara anywhere, what was going on?

I felt Calli stir and I dared to let go of her hand, as well as Ben’s. They both looked at me questioningly and I sighed. “I don’t think this worked,” I said.

I could see the tears form in my daughter’s eyes and I had to fight my own from streaming down my cheeks. Then, as if it was the wind, I heard rustling in the kitchen. I looked up at Ben, asking him with my eyes if somebody could be there. He shook his eyes.

Finally, my dream came true and I heard the sweetest voice I’d ever heard behind us. “Who wants lemonade?”