Parallel Lines

"H-hello?" A voice called out to them. Viktor and Y/N turned to each other, to which the white haired woman stood up first.

A small figure came into view, two children huddling together. One with dark brown hair that trailed down to the floor, and the other with fluffy blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

"Hi, there..." Y/N knelt down with a soft smile.

"Is... They said a healer was here. That they could create miracles. The Heralds of Zaun." The older child said.

The Heralds of Zaun. That was a new one. Y/N had many titles, The Queen of the Underground, Princess of Zaun, and The White Reaper to name a few in fact. But... The Heralds of Zaun felt different.

The older child pushed the younger one forward slightly. "My sister, she's sick. And I don't know what to do. I thought..." The older child dug into her pockets to bring out a small sack of coins. "Maybe if you had this you could heal her."

An image flashed through her head, coloring over the two as something familiar seemed to wash through her like a dam breaking. They looked so much like Powder and Vi...

Y/N took the coins from the ground, thinking for a moment before handing them back. "We work for free." She said softly, "May I see your sister?"

The older child pulled the little girl forward. She was pale and gaunt, clearly sickly with lumps covering her arms and legs. Y/N held out her hand to the little girl. "What's your name?"

"Her name's Sandy." The older girl said, still a bit hesitant.

"Nice to meet you Sandy, may I see your hand?" Y/N asked. Sandy slowly put her hand out for Y/N to check, the white haired woman breathing in and out before clenching her hand slightly for control.

"Where's Mama?"

"She's... She's not coming back, Sandy... She's not coming back..."

Y/N's breath hitched, pulling away from the girl and opening her eyes. Sandy, the frail girl who had large lumps and a sickly expression, was now full of life. The same markings as all the other people they've healed replaced the shimmer markings and her pale face was a bit more full.

Sandy blinked softly, slightly confused as she turned to look at her sister. "Am I better now?" She asked.

Her sister nodded, smiling bright as she turned to look at Y/N with watery eyes. "Thank you..." She said, "Thank you so much!"

Y/N nodded, "Let's get you two a place to stay here, alright?" She offered, "If you take a left from here, you'll find a woman. She'll help you out, alright?"

The two nodded, leaving the area with smiles. Y/N nervously picked at her nails, a habit she never knew she had until now.

Viktor watched her with starstruck eyes, sparkling brighter than normal at the sight. How could she be so beautiful? So amazing? So broken yet so kind? How could someone be like that?

As Y/N stood next to him, the quiet tension between them seemed to stretch for an eternity before Viktor suddenly asked, "Did you ever want to be a mother?"

The question caught Y/N off guard, her eyes widening slightly as she turned her gaze toward him. Her brow furrowed in thought as she considered her answer.

"I'm not really sure," She admitted, her voice soft but honest. "I've always taken care of kids younger than me. But... I don't know if I could be a good mom."

Viktor nodded thoughtfully, his expression contemplative. He shifted closer, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her head gently onto his shoulder. "Mm," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "What did you want to be when you grew up?"