A.N. Well, you guys asked and you shall receive! Another one of my Shiver fics. Woo hoo! I'll do more of course, and they will be Grace/Sam, but for now, this one will be a 'Grace's mom' fic.

I don't really like her mother. She isn't a very good...mother. I know you all know that, I just felt the need to repeat it. But there was one time when she was a mother and no one even knew it...When she said she was just 'Going into her artistic mode'...

Disclaimer: Do people even care about these? Oh well, I'll do them anyways. Naw, I don't own Shiver. Love it, though!

Remember

She remembered. She tried to block out that part in her life. She didn't like to relive how she was too careless to notice that her daughter was dragged off by a pack of wolves. She didn't like to remember that part.

But she'll always remember that night. The cold. The blood. The eyes.

The yellow eyes.

It would've made a beautiful picture, that scene that played out before her eyes on that fateful night. Her daughter, draped unconscious in a strange naked boy's arms with blood dripping from many pores on her body. And the boy, so scruffy and strange, looking at the girl like he didn't quite know what to do. What to do with her. What to do with himself.

She was in the studio, painting. It was so quiet, she could've heard a pin drop. But she didn't hear a pin. She heard a snarl. She paused her strokes, but the snarl didn't come again, so she went back to painting.

So quiet...

There it was again! Fiercer now, sounding like there was about to be a fight. What a pretty picture to paint, wolves fighting! She dropped her brush and went down the stairs. But she didn't find a wolf fight.

She found a naked boy holding her daughter. She screamed and ran to them, saying, "How did this happen! Why wasn't I here to see this? Why why why..." The boy said nothing. She took her daughter, frantically trying to figure out what to do before Grace lost too much blood.

Lost too much blood.

Grace was moaning her her mother's arms. Her mother turned to the boy who was walking away and before he got to far away she called "Thank you!"

The boy paused and turned around, and his eyes met hers.

His yellow eyes.

Then she snapped back into the present. "Mom. Mom. Earth to mom." How embarrassing. She new that he – Sam - recognized her too.

What was he doing here? Was this the boy? The boy that saved her daughter? Maybe not...

But the yellow eyes gave him away. She knew it was that boy. That boy that saved her daughter.

The boy with yellow eyes.

Yellow eyes.

She'd never forget those sad, confused yellow eyes.