A/N: Alright, here's my new story. It's not at all linked with my last one.
The story idea hit me last night, which is also when I tried to get in to
write more on the sequel to Future to Past, which is now deleted. I didn't
like it much anyways. But here is my new fic, and hopefully it's better.
Enjoy and please review.
I seen him coming. I felt him walk up behind me. I couldn't bare to look at him, although every part of my body wanted to. Two years ago was the last time I'd see him. Last time I'd seen any of them.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him distantly. He sat down beside me, on the oh so cozy rock I had perched on hours ago. The water was pounding on the rocks below; it had me some what mesmerized.
"What are you doing here? Two years I've been looking for you, Morgan. You need to come home." I couldn't move. He shouldn't be here, what if I hurt him again?
"I am home. This is my home. Far away from Widow's Vale. Far away from everyone I love. This is home." I said blankly. I'd moved myself here, Lilith, a small, grassy town near the ocean. "Yes, I am home Hunter."
He grunted a short bit of a laugh. "That's what you call a home?" I could feel him starting at me. I refused to look at him. I couldn't. It would make me what to go back. Back to a place where I had caused so much trouble. "You need to come back to Widow's Vale. We miss you."
My turn to smile. "How can you miss me, after all I did." I finally let my head turn to him. Same green eyes, pale complexion, white-blonde hair. He frowned at my comment.
"That wasn't your fault. None of it was. It wasn't you.." He told me sternly. I stood up, and walked a few feet away from him. He stood quickly.
"Your saying it wasn't my fault, that I broke your arm? Not my fault that I broke Bree's leg? Not my fault that Robbie nearly died? Not my fault I blinded my own sister? Need I carry on, Hunter. The list is endless." I sputtered. It hurt. I hadn't actually drug all that up, since I had came here two years ago. I briefly explained my situation to the family I lived with, and they accepted me.
"Please just come home." Hunter groaned. My eyes never left his. It was the ultimate stare down. "If your afraid they wont take you back, you don't have to be. Your parents kicked me out of America when I told them I found you. Your mom said if I didn't come back with you, she'd hurt me."
In all fairness, I knew he was joking. "Great, I'm causing more people pain. I'm sorry, but you can't ask me to do this. I hurt people, Hunter. I can't forget that, you can't forget that." I let a tear trail down my cheek. In the far, I heard my puppy barking, running towards me. She bounced towards me. Hunter stepped towards me. I stepped back.
"Don't." He pleaded. I picked my small puppy off the ground. "You can't keep running."
"Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not running. I've been here for two years." I shot towards him, hoping it would sting. I wanted...needed him to leave.
"So I've wasted two years of my life then, just because you think you hurt people. When you really didn't?"
"I didn't ask you to come looking for me. You did on your own. I was perfectly content on being here, away from you all."
"No, you weren't. Morgan. You can't hide your feelings from me. I'm a witch." I turned my head. "You can't run from it Morgan, it's in your blood. Being a witch is your destiny."
"Not anymore. I'm reined." Shock crossed his face.
"Why?"
I shifted my weight to the other foot impatiently. "Why? My magick hurt people. It hurt you. Everyone back ho.." I caught myself before I said it. "In widow's vale." We stared at each other for a while.
"Well, if you wont come back, can we at least talk? I haven't seen you in two years." I blinked. He gave up to easy. "Please."
"Fine. Let's go back to the house then. It's getting cold." I set my dog back on the ground, and she ran to Hunter and started bouncing on his heels.
"What's her name?"
I downcast my eyes. "Moira."
Hunter's eyebrows raised. "You named your dog after our future daughter?" I started to walk back towards my house.
"You don't get it, do you. I'm not coming back. We aren't having kids. I'm too dangerous." He caught up with me.
"You don't know what your saying, and your not dangerous." He stopped me, and put his hands on my shoulders. "It wasn't you who did anything back home. It was Anna. You didn't hurt anyone. She did. Do you hear me? Everyone knows that. You did nothing."
I looked up from the ground, right into his eyes. "You really think that? Honestly?" I hadn't really heard it before, and it made me feel a little better.
"Of course I do. Morgan, we all love you and know you would never do that," his hands moved to my face. "I love you Morgan, I always will. Please come back home."
"I don't know if I can. I don't think I'm ready." We resumed walking, our hands now linked. "I mean, I still feel like it's my fault. I should have been able to stop her."
"No one blames you one bit Morgan. You'd just been initiated, power was flying." We walked up the back porch, to my home of two years. "I have a question though. You said you were too dangerous for us. It doesn't look like you live here yourself."
"I don't. Four generation's of Leapvaughns in the house. Four dogs, and three cats." I opened the back door. "I'm back." I called out. Paws came scratching across the hardwood floor, followed by feet. Hayley and Phoenix, four year old twins, followed their dogs towards us.
"Morgan! Guess what Xander..." Hayley trailed cutely, looking at Hunter. I smiled. These girls had to be the cutest little girls I'd ever seen. Fire red hair, which on both, was quite long. They had the trade mark freckles, and were tiny.
"What about Xander sweetie?" I picked up the quieter of the two, Phoenix. Quieter and smaller.
"He...umm..."She put her finger up to her lips, and thought.
"He threw Tubby in the bathtub." Phoenix filled in. I smiled. Xander was five, and always getting into trouble. He loves the mischief.
"Who's tubby?" Hunter asked me.
"One of the cats." I informed him. "Where's your mom and dad?" I looked at my watch. Nearly 4:30pm.
"They went into town."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok, where's Auntie Lynx?"
"Sleeping."
"Gramma? Gransy?" Both girls shrugged. "Okay, so can you two stay here with Hunter? I'm going to go find Xander and Tubby." Phoenix grabbed my hand and frown, shaking her braid. "It's okay honey, he's my friend." She reluctantly let go of my hand. I bolted upstairs, and into the bathroom. Tubby, ironically the skinniest cat we have, was sitting in the bathtub, enjoying herself. Xander was sitting on the toilet seat, pretending to read.
"Xander! She's not a fish." I told him. "If you wanted to give her a bath, you should have found one of us adults."
Xander frowned. "I did. Auntie Lynx said I could." I pulled a towel out of the closet. I picked Tubby out of the water, to earn a scratch.
"And was Auntie Lynx conscious at the time?"
"What's conscious?"
"Awake."
"Well, no." I stood Tubby on the counter, and began to dry him off. It wasn't long before the kitten actually was dry, seeing as she had short hair.
"Come on Xander, let's go downstairs." I set Tubby down, then caught her quickly before she bounced into the tub again. "Crazy cat. Xander, drain the water." I muttered and went back downstairs. I paused on the last step.
"How do you know Morgan?" I heard Hayley ask. I waited for Hunter to answer.
"We were going out when she left." He told them.
"Going where?" Phoenix asked, truly confused.
"She was my girlfriend. Is...I don't know." I heard the last of the water drain, and let Tubby go. I walked into the family room, where they were.
"Hey. You two want to go start cleaning up for dinner please?" Phoenix and Hayley jumped off the couch, and run up the stairs. I took their spots on the couch, directly across from Hunter. "You wanted to talk?" He smiled and leaned forward on his knees.
"Fit in nicely here, don't you. Playing mom." I shrugged. "Your good at it." He added. I looked down, feeling the color rising into my cheeks. "You like it here. A lot. Don't you?"
"What's not to like. It's a full house, and I love everyone in it."
"Just how many people are in here?"
"Well..there's Gramma Aden and Grandpa Holden. Then we have Holly and Dante, Kieran and Luke, Lynx, Peyton, Xander, Phoenix, Hayley, four dogs, three cats and myself." Hunter made the comical O face.
"You seem more at ease with them, then you do with me." Hunter said quietly. I weighed my answer out. It's true, I did, but I did still love Hunter.
"It's just, they don't know what I've done, you do. It's weird. I don't know how to act with you anymore. I mean, look at you. Your twenty- one now. I don't know what you've been doing for the past two years. We don't even really know each other anymore." I regretted the words, as they flew from my stupid mouth.
"I'm willing to change that if you are." He stood, and came and sat by my side. "Morgan, I love you. I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. If I hadn't been constantly looking for you in the past two years, I would have gone mad with worry. It's what I did to stay sane."
"Do they really miss me?" I asked quietly.
"More than anything." He wiped a tear from my cheek.
"Tell me about them. About you."
"Well, your parents put out a missing person's the second we couldn't find you. They both still have the same jobs. I have your cat, by the way." I sniffled smiling. I had left Dagda at home. I had actually left everything at home. I didn't bring anything with me other than money, and my passport. "The coven is..good I guess. Worried. Bree is pregnant."
I snapped my head up. "Robbie's doing?"
"Indeed. They aren't married yet, but I did assist Robbie in finding a lovely ring." He continued in giving me the nutshell version on Widow's Vale.
"What about Mary K. What's she been up to?" I asked slowly. I..Anna, had blinded Mary K when she was merely fifteen.
"She's...different. Her sight's been coming back. She can see with glasses in her left eye. But she's changed a lot."
"Changed good or bad?" With the way he hesitated, I knew it wasn't good. "What, what is it Hunter? How has she changed?"
"Well, what do you remember of Mary K?"
"Little angel, about to become a nun?"
"Well..."
"We're home." I heard Kieran yell. I jumped up immediately. Habit really. I was like a voluntary servant for them. I was grateful they had let me into their home so willingly. I blinked, and looked at Hunter.
"Later? It's alright." He told me. Kieran and Luke walked into the family room.
"Morgan, will your friend be staying for dinner?" Kieran asked brightly. She was the girls, and Xander's parents. In their late twenties.
"Uh, if you wouldn't mind." I smiled. Kieran shrugged happily. She loved people. Luke continued on, going upstairs.
"Kieran, this is..Hunter." I said. Kieran's grin turned into shock.
"The famous Hunter." She grinned. Hunter smiled.
"I'm famous Morgan?" He laughed.
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I seen him coming. I felt him walk up behind me. I couldn't bare to look at him, although every part of my body wanted to. Two years ago was the last time I'd see him. Last time I'd seen any of them.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him distantly. He sat down beside me, on the oh so cozy rock I had perched on hours ago. The water was pounding on the rocks below; it had me some what mesmerized.
"What are you doing here? Two years I've been looking for you, Morgan. You need to come home." I couldn't move. He shouldn't be here, what if I hurt him again?
"I am home. This is my home. Far away from Widow's Vale. Far away from everyone I love. This is home." I said blankly. I'd moved myself here, Lilith, a small, grassy town near the ocean. "Yes, I am home Hunter."
He grunted a short bit of a laugh. "That's what you call a home?" I could feel him starting at me. I refused to look at him. I couldn't. It would make me what to go back. Back to a place where I had caused so much trouble. "You need to come back to Widow's Vale. We miss you."
My turn to smile. "How can you miss me, after all I did." I finally let my head turn to him. Same green eyes, pale complexion, white-blonde hair. He frowned at my comment.
"That wasn't your fault. None of it was. It wasn't you.." He told me sternly. I stood up, and walked a few feet away from him. He stood quickly.
"Your saying it wasn't my fault, that I broke your arm? Not my fault that I broke Bree's leg? Not my fault that Robbie nearly died? Not my fault I blinded my own sister? Need I carry on, Hunter. The list is endless." I sputtered. It hurt. I hadn't actually drug all that up, since I had came here two years ago. I briefly explained my situation to the family I lived with, and they accepted me.
"Please just come home." Hunter groaned. My eyes never left his. It was the ultimate stare down. "If your afraid they wont take you back, you don't have to be. Your parents kicked me out of America when I told them I found you. Your mom said if I didn't come back with you, she'd hurt me."
In all fairness, I knew he was joking. "Great, I'm causing more people pain. I'm sorry, but you can't ask me to do this. I hurt people, Hunter. I can't forget that, you can't forget that." I let a tear trail down my cheek. In the far, I heard my puppy barking, running towards me. She bounced towards me. Hunter stepped towards me. I stepped back.
"Don't." He pleaded. I picked my small puppy off the ground. "You can't keep running."
"Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not running. I've been here for two years." I shot towards him, hoping it would sting. I wanted...needed him to leave.
"So I've wasted two years of my life then, just because you think you hurt people. When you really didn't?"
"I didn't ask you to come looking for me. You did on your own. I was perfectly content on being here, away from you all."
"No, you weren't. Morgan. You can't hide your feelings from me. I'm a witch." I turned my head. "You can't run from it Morgan, it's in your blood. Being a witch is your destiny."
"Not anymore. I'm reined." Shock crossed his face.
"Why?"
I shifted my weight to the other foot impatiently. "Why? My magick hurt people. It hurt you. Everyone back ho.." I caught myself before I said it. "In widow's vale." We stared at each other for a while.
"Well, if you wont come back, can we at least talk? I haven't seen you in two years." I blinked. He gave up to easy. "Please."
"Fine. Let's go back to the house then. It's getting cold." I set my dog back on the ground, and she ran to Hunter and started bouncing on his heels.
"What's her name?"
I downcast my eyes. "Moira."
Hunter's eyebrows raised. "You named your dog after our future daughter?" I started to walk back towards my house.
"You don't get it, do you. I'm not coming back. We aren't having kids. I'm too dangerous." He caught up with me.
"You don't know what your saying, and your not dangerous." He stopped me, and put his hands on my shoulders. "It wasn't you who did anything back home. It was Anna. You didn't hurt anyone. She did. Do you hear me? Everyone knows that. You did nothing."
I looked up from the ground, right into his eyes. "You really think that? Honestly?" I hadn't really heard it before, and it made me feel a little better.
"Of course I do. Morgan, we all love you and know you would never do that," his hands moved to my face. "I love you Morgan, I always will. Please come back home."
"I don't know if I can. I don't think I'm ready." We resumed walking, our hands now linked. "I mean, I still feel like it's my fault. I should have been able to stop her."
"No one blames you one bit Morgan. You'd just been initiated, power was flying." We walked up the back porch, to my home of two years. "I have a question though. You said you were too dangerous for us. It doesn't look like you live here yourself."
"I don't. Four generation's of Leapvaughns in the house. Four dogs, and three cats." I opened the back door. "I'm back." I called out. Paws came scratching across the hardwood floor, followed by feet. Hayley and Phoenix, four year old twins, followed their dogs towards us.
"Morgan! Guess what Xander..." Hayley trailed cutely, looking at Hunter. I smiled. These girls had to be the cutest little girls I'd ever seen. Fire red hair, which on both, was quite long. They had the trade mark freckles, and were tiny.
"What about Xander sweetie?" I picked up the quieter of the two, Phoenix. Quieter and smaller.
"He...umm..."She put her finger up to her lips, and thought.
"He threw Tubby in the bathtub." Phoenix filled in. I smiled. Xander was five, and always getting into trouble. He loves the mischief.
"Who's tubby?" Hunter asked me.
"One of the cats." I informed him. "Where's your mom and dad?" I looked at my watch. Nearly 4:30pm.
"They went into town."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok, where's Auntie Lynx?"
"Sleeping."
"Gramma? Gransy?" Both girls shrugged. "Okay, so can you two stay here with Hunter? I'm going to go find Xander and Tubby." Phoenix grabbed my hand and frown, shaking her braid. "It's okay honey, he's my friend." She reluctantly let go of my hand. I bolted upstairs, and into the bathroom. Tubby, ironically the skinniest cat we have, was sitting in the bathtub, enjoying herself. Xander was sitting on the toilet seat, pretending to read.
"Xander! She's not a fish." I told him. "If you wanted to give her a bath, you should have found one of us adults."
Xander frowned. "I did. Auntie Lynx said I could." I pulled a towel out of the closet. I picked Tubby out of the water, to earn a scratch.
"And was Auntie Lynx conscious at the time?"
"What's conscious?"
"Awake."
"Well, no." I stood Tubby on the counter, and began to dry him off. It wasn't long before the kitten actually was dry, seeing as she had short hair.
"Come on Xander, let's go downstairs." I set Tubby down, then caught her quickly before she bounced into the tub again. "Crazy cat. Xander, drain the water." I muttered and went back downstairs. I paused on the last step.
"How do you know Morgan?" I heard Hayley ask. I waited for Hunter to answer.
"We were going out when she left." He told them.
"Going where?" Phoenix asked, truly confused.
"She was my girlfriend. Is...I don't know." I heard the last of the water drain, and let Tubby go. I walked into the family room, where they were.
"Hey. You two want to go start cleaning up for dinner please?" Phoenix and Hayley jumped off the couch, and run up the stairs. I took their spots on the couch, directly across from Hunter. "You wanted to talk?" He smiled and leaned forward on his knees.
"Fit in nicely here, don't you. Playing mom." I shrugged. "Your good at it." He added. I looked down, feeling the color rising into my cheeks. "You like it here. A lot. Don't you?"
"What's not to like. It's a full house, and I love everyone in it."
"Just how many people are in here?"
"Well..there's Gramma Aden and Grandpa Holden. Then we have Holly and Dante, Kieran and Luke, Lynx, Peyton, Xander, Phoenix, Hayley, four dogs, three cats and myself." Hunter made the comical O face.
"You seem more at ease with them, then you do with me." Hunter said quietly. I weighed my answer out. It's true, I did, but I did still love Hunter.
"It's just, they don't know what I've done, you do. It's weird. I don't know how to act with you anymore. I mean, look at you. Your twenty- one now. I don't know what you've been doing for the past two years. We don't even really know each other anymore." I regretted the words, as they flew from my stupid mouth.
"I'm willing to change that if you are." He stood, and came and sat by my side. "Morgan, I love you. I would do anything for you in a heartbeat. If I hadn't been constantly looking for you in the past two years, I would have gone mad with worry. It's what I did to stay sane."
"Do they really miss me?" I asked quietly.
"More than anything." He wiped a tear from my cheek.
"Tell me about them. About you."
"Well, your parents put out a missing person's the second we couldn't find you. They both still have the same jobs. I have your cat, by the way." I sniffled smiling. I had left Dagda at home. I had actually left everything at home. I didn't bring anything with me other than money, and my passport. "The coven is..good I guess. Worried. Bree is pregnant."
I snapped my head up. "Robbie's doing?"
"Indeed. They aren't married yet, but I did assist Robbie in finding a lovely ring." He continued in giving me the nutshell version on Widow's Vale.
"What about Mary K. What's she been up to?" I asked slowly. I..Anna, had blinded Mary K when she was merely fifteen.
"She's...different. Her sight's been coming back. She can see with glasses in her left eye. But she's changed a lot."
"Changed good or bad?" With the way he hesitated, I knew it wasn't good. "What, what is it Hunter? How has she changed?"
"Well, what do you remember of Mary K?"
"Little angel, about to become a nun?"
"Well..."
"We're home." I heard Kieran yell. I jumped up immediately. Habit really. I was like a voluntary servant for them. I was grateful they had let me into their home so willingly. I blinked, and looked at Hunter.
"Later? It's alright." He told me. Kieran and Luke walked into the family room.
"Morgan, will your friend be staying for dinner?" Kieran asked brightly. She was the girls, and Xander's parents. In their late twenties.
"Uh, if you wouldn't mind." I smiled. Kieran shrugged happily. She loved people. Luke continued on, going upstairs.
"Kieran, this is..Hunter." I said. Kieran's grin turned into shock.
"The famous Hunter." She grinned. Hunter smiled.
"I'm famous Morgan?" He laughed.
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