A/N: I couldn't keep away for long, could I? This is a little prologue for us to start... Promise that Chapter 1 will come soon, so long as you seem interested! This is a very different area for me, venturing into more of a mystery/supernatural story, but it's been fun and I hope you like it too. Rating should change in the next chapter, and by then we'll see our darlings Anna and Bates in a post-S5 setting. This prologue might not seem important now... But it will be, later on, so stay tuned! Let me know your thoughts. :) Thanks Terrie for editing!

Beneath Still Waters by fuzzydream

Prologue

The young woman's blonde hair clung to her sweaty forehead, but her smile was the brightest and her heart the warmest tonight. Her shiny bright eyes looked up at the older woman who was watching her from the foot of the bed. It was slightly warm inside, but it wouldn't do to open the window when such an awful storm cursed the world outside. To this young woman, however, it made no difference.

"Have you decided on a name for her yet?" the older woman asked kindly.

The young woman smiled, cuddling the small baby softly in her arms. Her little girl – she had yet to open her eyes, as she seemed to be a lazy little thing, and of a darling temperament too, as she barely cried when she was born. Instead, the baby yawned contentedly.

"I'm not certain of it," the young woman said, watching as the baby grasped her little finger tightly. "I only really thought of names for a boy. She's my happy surprise."

The older woman chuckled. "She was a surprise for everyone, I'm afraid. But you'll have enough time to find her a proper name," she smiled. "She's such a darling thing to be born in such a tempestuous night. April showers, May flowers, they say. It's looking more like May showers as well," the young woman laughed at the words. "Will you be all right if I leave you for a moment, dear?"

The young woman nodded and smiled radiantly, looking down at the baby once more.

"Mrs Harris?" she asked, not looking away from her daughter. "Does James know?"

The older woman looked at her with kind eyes. "He does, dear."

The young woman looked up. "But he can't come and see us."

It wasn't a question, just a statement. The older woman left, while the baby squirmed in her mother's arms. She was so tiny, and the young woman thought she rather looked a lot like her. Her hair would definitely be fair, it seemed, and her button nose was the sweetest thing she had ever seen. She sighed and looked around the candle lit room – to the small cot just beside the bed, to the book she had been reading this morning.

"We'll be all right," she whispered, but her tone held anxiety. "Just the three of us. We'll be fine."

The rain was the only sound to be heard for a while; indeed, it looked like they would have a rather wet May.

"May," the young woman smiled, and glanced down to her daughter. "It fits you. You'll be my May flower, won't you?"

The baby gurgled. She had a name now.