I don't own Lost Girl...I make nothing from this except joy from writing. This is just little something that I have been toying with in my head. It is very AU...Please enjoy.

Something Old...Something New

Past...

The blonde haired fae lumbered behind her half-giant escort as best she could in the tunnel, the sounds of pursuit in the distant but not far away for liking. This was not how she wanted to give birth to a child, in a cold damp cavern underground, but circumstances had gone beyond her control. Her only guards were the half-giant, a loyal bodyguard for over four centuries and a man that appeared to be as ancient as he really was, he had served the lady for well over a thousand years now. As she slipped on the uneven ground she reached out and grabbed the tree trunk of an arm of her guard.

"M'lady? Are you okay?" the man asked, concern in his eyes that were showing his age. Looking in them she knew that he was not long until the final sleep took him.

"I am okay, my old friend, it would seem my child is eager to see the world."

The sounds of pursuit were drawing closer, but nothing could be done about that now. As the woman, grabbed at her swollen belly as her water broke. After hundred birthing, you would think she would be use to the pain of labor. But this was one was different, this child would be stronger. "Its time, it looks like it has to be here and now." As another contraction hit her hard nearly doubling her over in its intenisty. As she slid down the cool wall of the cavern, her escort picked her up knowing that there was a cavern just up ahead that would make it easier to deliver the child. Sounds of pursuit nearing, and with the nearness the soon to be mom heard the hunters. She would not allow her child to be taken, this was her last chance at correcting some of the horrible things that she had brought into the world.

The giant carried her a short ways ahead into a large cavernous room that had ruined statues of ancient fae long gone from the world. She could feel the power of this place and realized there were lay lines that carried the magics that some fae could feel and use. Yes this would be a good place to bring her last child into the world. Placing his charge onto a ruined altar in the middle of the room, he looked back towards the sound of pursuit. "I will buy you as much time as I can m'lady," stroking the swollen belly as gently as if hands were made of feathers. "I will not let them take the child.

The old servant nodded his head, and gave a small blessing towards the giant. As watched the giant pull a large sword from the scabbard on his back. He knew this would be the last time he saw the giant, they had made this decison to protect the ancient fae and especially the child within. The pursuers were closer now and he could hear the shouting and the clash of weapons. Turning he saw that his mistress was already pushing and the child's head could be seen, he hurried over to assist her even though he was not needed. His mistress had brought forth her children on her own for as long as he could remember, but this time she seemed to be having trouble.

"M'lady? Is something wrong?" Seeing the effort that exhaustion was taking on her.

"No, just for one so eager to see the world it is taking its own sweet time to appear." gasping in sudden pain as another contraction hit her hard. The sounds of fighting back down the tunnels still ringing out. For a moment she was pained with grief at the loss of the giant guard she had looked after for over 300 years. And just as quickly the pain was overwhelming and she pushed hard knowing that her time was short. "I may need your help on this one my friend. They must not take my child, I know this is the one. No matter what happens to me, you must save the child."

"But m'lady, I can't leave you here alone." Torn between his duty to follow her orders and his love for his mistress to protect her. As another pain swept thru his mistress, she pushed hard and was able to see the shoulders. Gently grabbing the child, as mother gave one more final push before collapsing on the altar. Looking at the child in his hands, he gave a small snort at the fact the little girl was completely bald not a stitch of hair on her head. "Well it looks like she takes after her father, bald." Handing her daughter to the exhausted mother.

"She is beautiful," looking the child over for any indications that would show her heritage and seeing the small birthmark above her left hip. "If only he was here to see her. I think we did it, she will be the goodness that balances all the horrible things we brought into the world." Placing the child at her breast so that she could nurse from her breast, thus ensuring that her blood would be strong. The child started nursing as if it knew what it needed to survive.

Hearing that the fighting down the tunnels had suddenly stop, he knew that they had no more time. "Can you move m'lady? We need to get out of here before they come and take her.

"No I can't move, it took everything I had to make it this far. I am afraid I must ask you one last favor my old friend. I need you to take my daughter and hide her. She must not be taken by these bastards that will use her." Looking down at her daughter who was still nursing, she placed a few soft kisses on the child's head and wrapped her in the baby blanket she had brought along, a gift from the old fae king that she had long ago helped his mother deliver him into the world. Whispering into the child's ear, "Though we may part now, I will find you and then I shall show you wonders beyond imagination."

"What have you named the child m'lady?" Looking at the tunnels and then back to mother and daughter, as he stepped forward to take the sleeping bundle.

"I have not and that will be safer if I don't. When they catch up to me they will want to know everything looking for her. This way I can not tell them something that they can use to find her. I leave that to you my old friend, I trust you with the most precious thing I have ever brought into this world." Looking at her daughter one more time as tears were forming, something she had not done in over five centuries. Looking around she spotted a nearby rock that was about the same size as her daughter, pointing to it to indicate for him to bring it to her. "Now go quickly and keep her safe, I will make sure none follow you. Keep her safe from those that would use her for their own agendas."

"I will keep her safe m'lady. And it has been an honor and a privilage to have served you all these many centuries. I give you my Blood Oath that I will make sure your daughter is taking care of until you return." As he turned from one of his oldest and dearest friends, he carried the sleeping child away as fast as he could.

The ancient fae turned towards the rock she now held and gathered her magics and the magics from this ancient place and cast her spell making the rock appear to be the lifeless body of a male child to further hide her daughter's identity. As she collapsed back on to the altar to await her pursuers who were even now coming in the tunnel entrance.

"Where is the child, crone. It is ours by blood and rite." The man walked up to the ancient fae looking around for any indications of the child. Looking at the woman's tear stained face and seeing the lifeless body of the child. "So the child did not survive. I knew it was too good to be true. And with your 'husband' dead the prophecy you hoped would be ends here."

"You know you can not kill me, striking me down will only make me come back stronger than before. Your pursuit has only cost the world of the fae and humans needless suffering. I truly wished I never had brought you into this world those many centuries ago." The ancient fae stated matter of factly, with no emotion or falsehood. "You could have been so much more but your quest for more power has only brought ruin and despair to those you come in contact."

"Oh I am not going to kill you mother. But what I can do is imprison you for all eternity, after all no one will ever find you here in this forgotten temple of you and your sisters." As he started to cast the magics that would imprison the ancient fae for as long as she lived which in her case would be forever. As the magics held her place she struggled against the bonds forming around her. Her magics weakened by her delivery, and maitaining the spell that conceled the rock as her child. "Goodbye mother"

The ancient fae was wrapped in magic and bound clutching the rock close to her breast as if holding a child to comfort it and fading into the endless sleep of eternity a small smile on her face knowing that her daughter was safe and away. 'One day my angel, I shall find you' her last conscious thought before the darkness swept over her.

The man looked at the sleeping fae that he once called mother. Once his face had been handsome and well looking but when he had come of full age at 100 years, his thirst for dark magics had twisted appearance to reflect his corruption. Horns had formed on his head in a ring around his head, his canines had elongated and sharpened. Looking more like a beast than a man, his nature twisted thrice-fold until he was as twisted in thought and deed as he was in look. He had been shunned by humans as a monster to try and kill, shunned by the so called fae for being an underfae to them. It was not his fault that his mother only gave birth to monsters that created chaos in the world. His anger taking over briefly at not being able to kill her. The ancient fae was one of six sisters that were the oldest of the fae, but they had been cursed long ago somehow to only bear children that were monstrosities and abominations. Without thought he formed the rock altar into a coffin that looked like a natural rock formation hiding away the body of his mother from any eyes that might come down.

Turning to the others of his kind he addressed them, "It would seem brothers that we are not going to add to our 'family'. Our bitch of a mother's child is dead and of course our mother can trouble us no more." The other underfae looked towards the coffin of their mother, and cursed her everlasting life.

"Are we sure the child is dead?"

"Didn't you see the body you half-wit, she was holding it." The leader spoke disdainly at the one that had spoken. "Come let us leave this cursed place and hunt some fae for sport." As they turned to leave the tomb each spat and cursed the coffin of their mother and walked away. As the leader walked towards the coffin once more and magically touching his mother's mind, "Just so you know when I killed your lastest husband I made sure that it took him days to die in the most painful of ways. He begged for me to end it, but I refused him everytime. I told him I would end it quickly if he would just tell me where you had hidden, but he refused. But in the end, he broke and told me asking for release of his life. I refused again and let him linger in pain and suffering for many days until he finally died. Think of that as you sleep for eternity that your mate died in pain for your arrogance." He felt his mothers anguish and pain, and laughed as he left the room.

The old servant had felt his mistress's last ditch effort to buy him some time to get out and he used for all his worth. Looking at the child who still slept, he knew this was he last duty. He could feel it in his bones, but he would not fail there was too much at stake to fail. This child of the ancient must survive safe from the fae until her mother could find her and teach her powers. As he turned left down a side tunnel he suddenly came out into sunlight. They had made it for now, looking around he saw a highway that led towards civilization. Soon they would be safer and then the waiting would start.