For the Love of Mother....
Ranma/Oh My Goddess X-over.

Chapter 1 - Tears in the dark
by Eric McGinnis with a great deal of help from Anand Rao

Disclaimer:  Ranma 1/2 characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi, and Oh My Goddess characters belong 
to Kosuke Fujishima.

Notes:  This take place just after the final volume of the manga.  It is Ranma's second summer at 
the dojo. In the "Oh My Goddess" time line this takes Place the summer after the MARA STRIKES 
BACK story line.  This means Nodoka knows of the curse, and the Goddess's for the most part have 
to rely on MOON ROCK bracelets for power, under normal circumstances.

Special thanks go tho Richard Drysdale for his help editing this fic.

	Ranma-chan sat alone in the quiet and darkened bathroom, the only illumination coming 
from a few candles placed around the room.
	The lights in the house had been out for two days now, the others having gone on 
vacation. Meanwhile he was still here, taking classes to make up for lost time in school. 
Around the room the shadows were deepening as the candles began to flicker, the dim light 
from the flame cast an eerie glow around the room.
	Turning she stared in the mirror at her face, at the face that had been a curse since 
that fateful trip to Jusenkyo.  It's ageless beauty, unchanging and flawless, taunted her.
	For the first time Ranma was actually glad for the body she had once hated.  Alone in the 
dark for two days, she had pondered all the events which had occurred in the last year.
	All the kidnappings, the fiancees, the rivals, monsters, debts and enemies.
	Few of these were Ranma's fault, and yet all that happened always ended up as another 
burden on his soul.
	The pain that was caused by his father's inexcusable actions.
	The promise to his mother had to long kept them apart. Yet now Nodoka had left him 
behind, going with the others on their holiday together.
	Now Ranma was completely alone, able to take her time and think. To think about Jusenkyo, 
thinking of the pain and her life.
	Things had become too painful to bear by herself and yet she was alone.
	Her friends had left, her father had disappeared and her mother had gone with them.
	Now Ranma felt utterly alone.
	The betrayal at the wedding had been painful, and now because of the people that were 
both family and friends she was alone once more.
	Still looking in the mirror, Ranma removed the tie which bound her hair into a pigtail. 
Watching as the long tresses that had been bond for so long, fell freely about her shoulders like 
a waterfall.
	Ranma grabbed for the bottle of sake that she had brought from the kitchen, downing its 
contents without even pausing for breath.
	In the last year a slew of monsters and martial artists had endangered everything which 
she held dear.
	From Herb to Tarou and from the amazons to Saffron. No matter who she fought or how often 
she triumphed, nothing seemed to matter.  No matter what sacrifices were made, they were never 
enough.
	Akane, Genma and the others, they just could not be satisfied.  If one was chosen it 
would hurt and dishonor all the others.
	Then there was Nodoka, mother, and symbol of the family honor.
	Nodoka had little understanding for Ranma's problems, and what made matters worse was 
that she had told him that the problems were his responsibility to sort out, including any other 
fiancees that might show up. 
	Ranma pulled her thoughts away from these matters with a jerk. The pain that they caused 
her when just thought about them was just too much.
	Staggering to the family room on unsteady legs, Ranma grabbed for the phone but somehow 
ended up sprawled across the floor instead.
	Crawling to the couch she dialed blindly, trying to recall the right number for the pizza 
shop up the street.
	After the first ring someone picked up the phone at the other end.
	The voice on the other end sounded bored and spoke almost mechanically.
	"Hello, you've reached the goddess technical help line, one of our representatives will 
be with you in one minute."  The woman at the other end of the line rattled off.
	Hearing the message Ranma hung-up the phone.  She was thinking of her mother again and 
did not wanting to try for the pizza shop again.
	Staggering to the couch Ranma landed on it just before she blacked out.

	As Urd stepped out of the television set, the sight of numerous opened and empty bottles 
scattered around at random point of the room greeted her.  Frowning at the sight she shook her 
head at the sight.
	"So much pain in one so young.  Poor kid no wonder they sent me." she muttered.
	Looking around she spied the lone unopened bottle in the room. Picking it up she examined 
at the label.
	"Glen Levit single malt scotch" It proclaimed.
	Urd sighed softly as she glanced from the bottle to the figure on the couch.
	"Might as well have a drink while I wait for the kid to wake up" she rationalized to the 
silent room.
	Smiling she took a swig of the strong spirits. As she drank she watched the curled up on 
the couch in front of her who had a look of pain and whimpered softly. Even in her drunken sleep 
she held a great deal of sadness.
	Moving over to couch she held the girl to her chest, stroking Ranma's hair lightly and 
rocked her back and forth.  Almost crying at the pain she felt coming from the girl, Urd tried to 
soothe Ranma's troubled dreams as she drank more of the scotch.
	As the night wore on the goddess grew tired herself and had almost dozed off when the 
girl awoke from her fitful sleep.  Seeing in the disoriented and confusion in the young woman's 
eyes, Urd smiled reassuringly.
	"Don't worry. I'm here to help you." she told the girl gently, "Just relax.  You need to 
release your sorrow before it shatters your soul."

	Ranma drowsily looked at the half drunken stranger who had just spoken to her, then gave 
in and began to sob.
	The pain of her life had finally broken through her defenses and now she had a way to 
release it.  Someone who would listen to her, who would help ease her pain. The words came slowly 
and haltingly at first, but then sped up until they tumbled from her mouth as she released the 
pent-up memories that had tormented her during her life.
	The few things good things that had occurred had been ruined by others and Ranma had been 
forced to suffer in silence, unable to release the pain.
	No one had been willing to listen to him, not even Nodoka. Now this stranger was sitting 
here and listening. Crying for the pain Ranma had felt. This freely given sympathy only brought 
more tears to her eyes.
	Her family hadn't been willing to listen and yet here was a stranger cared enough for her 
to allow release.
	Sobbing her heart out, crying as though the pain could be washed away by her tears, Ranma 
leaned into the strange woman's shoulder until the pain had been released.
	Looking for the first time into this stranger's face Ranma smiled bitterly.  The words 
which came from her mouth were filled with pain and bitter from years of abuse of trust and pain.
	"I wish you could be my mother, at least then I'd have a real family."

 	As the bright light flashed through the room Urd began to sputter a protest, only to 
realize she was too late. The wish had been approved.
	As the brightness cleared she looked down at Ranma and saw marks which almost perfectly 
matched her own adorning the face and forehead of the girl.  It was only then that she realized 
what had happened.
	She managed to only say one thing before she blacked out as the enormity of the situation 
hit her.  
	"I'm a mother!?"

Chapter 2:  Awakenings 

        Ranma had been asleep in Urd's embrace,  slowly he awoke up and in that instance between 
sleep and consciousness he knew that he was protected, in his mother's arms.  Then he fully woke 
up and confusion set in.  Who was the strange beautiful tan woman whose busom he nestled in?  And 
why did he feel  attached to her, like no one else in his life.  A connection, but what was it?

        Urd began to wake as Ranma moved in her arms.  Looking down at him she smiled.  The 
events of the last night were clear in her mind.  The young girl in her arms, had wished for Urd 
to be her mother.  Ranma cried her eyes out over the events of her life.  What was more she was 
not really a she. She was a HE, and was he inflicted with an ancient enchantment but was it a 
blessing? or a curse? which would turn him into a girl when splashed with cold water, while warm 
water would return Ranma to normal.
	
	 Carefully Urd stood, helping Ranma to her feet.  Urd walked into the kitchen and 
retrieved a pot of hot water for her child.  After a few minutes she came back into the room 
carrying the warmed kettle.  Pouring water over Ranma she watched the transformation that he had 
described the night before.  Even with the things she had seen in her long life she was 
unprepared for what happened.  Ranma's form expanded and grew in hight by nearly eight inches. 
Ranma had changed from the petite girl Urd had met the night before to a tall well built young 
man.  Ranma's male form resembled the female and vise versa.  One of the few things that didn't 
change was Ranma's eyes.  It comforted her that theree was one constant in Ranma's forms.  It 
would help in the time to come. 

	Lost in thought of the night before Ranma stumbled into the bath not even noticing which 
form he was in still groggy from her fitful night of sleep.  The woman in the other room had done 
something that no one else had been willing to do for him.  She had listened.  She hadn't yelled, 
jumped to conclusions, or hit him,  she had just held him and listened.  She had been there when 
no one else was willing to, and comforted him.  She held him through the night, and eased the 
pain that had plagued him for much of his life.  In short she had shown him more kindness than 
his family ever had..  As these thought raced through his head with unusual clarity the events of 
last night solidified in his mind.  The wish, the flash of light, and the strange woman who had 
held him protectivly though his troubled dreams they had all happened, and now she, Urd a small 
voice in his head piped out was, staying here to help him when he needed a family most.  When he 
had been abandon by those who he had called family and friends It was with these thought that 
Ranma pulled himself from the cooling water of the bath to dress and start his morning routine. 


	The day became a blur as Ranma packed his things to move out of the dojo.  Looking 
through the House one last time He dropped a note on each of the Tendo sisters pillows.  As well 
as a small wad of money he had saved on Soun's to pay for the time the Saotomes had spent there, 
and a pair of his black arm bands on Akane's next to her lettern.  Giving the place he had called 
home for over a year a look Ranma walked out the doors and turned his back on the past to walk 
into a new life.

	The walk to the temple seemed to be a long one.   After traveling less than a hundred 
yards Ranma was splashed by a passing truck catching a lone puddle on the side of the road left 
from two days earlier.  The change happened quickly, Ranma continued walking down the road until 
he noticed that Urd was no longer walking beside him.  Turning to look back he saw her standing 
on the side walk laughing at what had just occured.   Gasping for breath Urd smiled at her son.  
	"You weren't kidding when you said your a water magnet.  The only puddle in five miles, 
and you get splashed by it.  I, think I'm going to enjoy having you around Ranma.  You're going 
to have a lot of learning to do.   First you'll need to talk to your aunt Skuld.  She'll manage 
the home schooling. Then you have a long Talk with Aunty Bel,  she'll help you learn better 
manners.  Now then after that I get to teach you how to better control your new powers.  They 
should start to surface over the next week.  Though from what you told me you'll need help with 
english so I have decided to get a tutor.  Hinako sensei will take care of that.  She is a good 
disaplinarian.  She kept you in line after all.  Though that'll have to wait first you meet your 
new family"  Smilling she pulled Ranma onto a waiting bus dragging a small suitcase with her.