It was a weird feeling having them both hugging me, we haven't been this close for a long time, but yes, once we were. What was even weirder was that it took Lee's death for us to come together.

Lee was dead… His Phony Saint of an ex-girlfriend killed him… With my powers no less… She killed MY boyfriend with my powers. I was upset she had my powers and I was upset she killed him, but at the same time it didn't feel right mourning him, at least not as a lover… maybe as a friend, but I didn't feel shattered the way Mel looked even now five months after Nick's death. I knew that in a week I would be back and bitching. But of right now I was glad for the comfort I could draw from my friends.

"Being witches messed up our lives." Melissa patted my hair down as I stood still. I wasn't crying, I didn't cry.

"Keeping it together is getting harder and harder." Diana agreed, hugging me close like she used to when we were little.

"He is actually dead." I mumbled under my breath "He was our age… He was sixteen…"

I wasn't about to break down crying, but though I didn't show it, I cared just as much as Melissa and Diana did. I might not care about many people, but I couldn't let go of the ones I did.

Did I care about Lee? Yes, he was funny and witty.

Did I care about Nick? Even more, he was my party buddy then my best friend's boyfriend/love of her life.

But what got to me in the end was that, in six fucking months, three people I cared about had died and two of them never got to reach twenty.

"Kids aren't supposed to die, D. We are just kids; we aren't supposed to have to deal with shit like this!" I looked desperately at Diana as if she held the answers, though I knew she didn't.

"I know FairyFaye." She hugged me closer and Mel got into the hug too.

It was in situations like this where the people who know you best make all the difference. Just the sound of my childhood nickname helped me think of better times when the three of us played in the swings while nearby Nick declared himself the King of the Slide.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" I asked them both.

I knew Melissa would stay. Hell! She stayed most nights, since Nick's death she didn't like sleeping in a bed alone. But I was surprised at myself for wanting Diana to stay too, I didn't want little miss perfect, but I wanted my friend back.

"Of course!" Mel answered immediately, but it was only when a few minutes passed and Diana didn't answer that I realized that she didn't think the invitation extended to her.

"Will you Princess D ?" I used her nickname.

"Always." She smiled at me surprised in a good way.

It took us an hour to start chitchatting just so we could take our minds off things.

"Do you remember when we were little… And we decided we should all have code names?" Melissa remembered.

"And we came up with Fairy, Princess and Honey. God! They are soo cheesy." I made sure to comment; after all I had a reputation to uphold.

"But they stuck." Diana said.

We smiled at each other secretively, like we shared secret. And for once it wasn't a life changing witchy one, I was stupid girl stuff and it felt really good.

'Sometimes I am crazy I get bored I get scared I feel ignored…'

"Whose phone is it?" Melissa whined in the morning moving her head under her pillow.

"Ugh!" Diana, who normally was a morning person, whined too "It's mine! It is Cassie's ring tone!"

"In first place: Hannah Montana? Seriously? And second: SHUT IT OFF!"

Suddenly Diana's voice changed back to her sugary sweet voice and she answered.

"Hi, Cassie. No, we are all at Faye's…" There was a pause as Cassie answered "Melissa and I… I don't know, let me ask."

I felt someone poking my side.

"Faye…" I groaned "Can the rest of the circle come here? Cassie says it is important."

I groaned again.

"Important like her little report yesterday on her and Adam's sex life? Then no."

"She says it's ok." The sweet voice talked on the phone.

"I don't wanna wake up." Melissa whined too.

I sat up abruptly my sixth sense tingling. I looked at Diana sitting next to me on one side and Mel still lying on the other.

"You hate her don't you?" I asked Diana and Melissa's eye opened to see her reaction.

"I don't hate Cassie!" Diana said defensively "She is such a sweet girl."

Melissa looked at me.

"She hates her." We both said.

"FINE! I do!" Diana agreed.

"You have reason too! She is a little boyfriend stealing slut!" Melissa gave her reason.

"And to top it all she is a whiny little bitch with a martyr complex." I nodded.

Diana smiled gratefully, but still kept the act.

"God! You two are the worst."

"And you love us anyway!" Mel grinned. "Faye, will it be ok with your mom if the Circle comes here?"

"She is out somewhere this morning, as usual, and besides it is Saturday." I shrugged and threw my pillow at Diana breaking out a pillow fight like the best of our childhood's slumber parties.

We threw pillows at each other for a long time laughing and smiling until the doorbell rang and we went to get it and I remembered why they were sleeping over in the first place: Lee. That dampened my mood like a candle.

They noticed but didn't comment, and with reassuring smiles opened the door letting the three other pieces of our extended family in. How surprising they were all together! Weirdest threesome ever.

"Hi." Melissa greeted while Diana seemed to realize that we had just gotten out of bed and started to smooth her hair down.

I couldn't be bother about my appearance today. Who cared if my hair was tangled and I was wearing short shorts with little glow in the dark dinosaurs and an old gray top?

"Hi…" Cassie looked through the door arch as if waiting for me to invite her in, like, come on some things are just not necessary.

I turned my back to them, headed to the living room where I threw myself in one of the couches and brought my knees to my chest so I could rest my chin on them.

"Why don't you come on in?" Diana decided to play host as it was clear that I wouldn't.

People started pilling up in my living room and I, as always did in this situations, started to think if my powers were really worth having to 'hang' with this bunch.

Mel and Diana threw themselves each at one side of me and soon Melissa was starting to drift off on my shoulder. Adam sat near the TV and Jake sat in his armchair, though the fact that Jake had his own chair in my house went unnoticed by everyone as I stood with the label of obsessed ex-girlfriend. Cassie looked around uncomfortable and sat at the arm of Jake's chair. I rolled my eyes at the exact same time as Diana did. Wasn't she with Adam just yesterday?

"So, what was so important?" I sighed, what earned me looks for my unusual mopey behavior.

"What is wrong with you?" Cassie asked, a frown upon her angelic features making me want to claw her eyes out.

I opened my mouth to 'politely' retort, but Melissa's hand was over my mouth stopped me before I could get a word out.

"Our new aren't that important, you go first." Melissa answered.

Not important… He died and it still wasn't the most interesting thing going on right now.

"Oh, well…" Cassie looked down timidly.

"I bet fifty dollars it has to do with Cassie's life!" I commented with more than the usual venom in my words "Thirty on her love life!"

"I got thirty on her evil dad!" Melissa took the bet without thinking.

"Mel, Faye! That is enough!" Diana glared at us, but deep down we knew she agreed.

Strangely enough we were just doing our job as friends by being mean to Cassie. Who would've thought? Faye Chamberlain was doing right by doing wrong for once.

"Actually…" She blushed furiously "My dad says the hunters are coming back… and we need to be ready. They'll be here soon."

I leaned over Diana and got thirty off the take-out jar my mom left there.

"Hey!" Diana squirmed.

"Don't fret, Princess D. I just owe Mel some money." I passed the bills and Melissa took them gladly, what can I say? The girl likes her money.

"Money!" She laughed evilly making me giggle along with Diana.

"Deja-vu." Jake said quietly and Adam just nodded absent mindedly as they both watched us three interact.

"Did something happen yesterday?" Adam asked slowly.

That sobered the three of us up in a flash.

I looked down at my hands.

"Um…" Diana looked at me before continuing "Lee is dead…"

"Who?" That was Adam.

"Faye's voodoo boyfriend with the weird hair." Surprisingly Jake was the one to answer and as always I was the only one who noticed his less than pleased tone.

"What happened? What did you do to him?" Cassie got on her high horse and started accusing me.

"As far as I know you are the only one that fits the profile of murderer in this room." I retorted.

How dare she? Every little mistake she makes is excusable, bun whenever I have made one everyone is ready to condemn me.

"Shut up you two!" Diana jumped in "And I am talking to you too, Cassie! Faye did nothing wrong."

The 'this time' part hung heavily in the air.

"So, will someone actually explain what did happen?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, um… Just my taste in guys acting up again."

Jake discreetly smirks at me.

"Lee had an ex who OD-id in Devil Spirit and was in a coma. He then used some voodoo totem to harvest some of Faye's powers to save the girl." Mel told.

"Which he did, but when the girl woke up she was not only alive, but she had Faye's powers. Well, long story short: she got jealous and killed him."

"I broke the totem, she lost her powers, but he is still dead." I played with my necklace.

"Well… There is nothing we can do. We can't bring someone back from the dead." Adam frowned at realizing that we couldn't fix it. He was an idealist and we all knew from the start that this story wouldn't sit well with him.

"Maybe we could…" he tried still "Maybe…"

"We have to let this one go, Adam." Diana comforted him.

He seemed shocked at her voice and looked up mesmerized.

"Diana." He whispered before snapping out of his daze and coughing awkwardly.

Interesting. Maybe dear daddy's potion hadn't just erased Adam's feelings, but got his old ones back too.

"If this awkward reunion is over…" I motioned to the door, all too ready to kick them out if necessary.

"No, I think we should all go to Lee's funeral… After all it was our circle that killed him." Adam said.

"His stupidity killed him! I did nothing this time!" I didn't!

Really, it was behavior like this that lead me to seeking Lee and his voodoo knowledge in the first place.

"No one is saying you did." Diana tried to sooth me "But maybe Adam is right and we should go. Pay our last respects."

"You didn't even know Lee! But fine! It is at four. Do what you will, I don't care. Just get out." I hated how chocked up I sounded.

They got the message; Adam insisted in taking Diana home and Diana insisted Melissa went with, Cassie scattered as soon as I left for my room.

It was the first time I was alone since it happened and it made it feel more real.

I pulled my hair up in a bun; I had a little time to mope around before I had to get ready.

"Are you really crying over that douche?" My head snapped to my doorway.

I was quick to wipe away my tears.

"I'm fine, Jake. Go away." I choked.

"Well, you don't look like it." He walked in as if he owned the place.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. "I thought you would've left with Cassie."

He choose to ignore my small comment.

"He is not worth it and you know it, Faye. I don't even know why you were dating that low life voodoo… shaman, or whatever."

I looked at him mesmerized.

"You are so insensitive, Jake." I made up my mind in a blink "Get out."

He shrugged like he couldn't care less and headed for my front door.

God! That boy liked pissing me off. We weren't together anymore and he treated me in such way that our friends thought I was the one who wouldn't let go! He ignored me in public, but still treated me as property. I am not his fucking property.

I am no one's property.

I heard the front door slam, reminding me of the old Jake –before this magic shit happened- , the one who couldn't (wouldn't?) hide his feelings like this one does. The one who was my boyfriend, he hated labels, as long as I remembered that even if he wouldn't treat me as so I was his girlfriend, the one that yelled at… Whatever…

Really, my taste in guys is like fine wine: it is only getting better with time.

It was two o'clock now, but I wasn't hungry so I headed directly to the bath for a nice long bath with my trusted pear scented bath salts, actually almost everything I owned was pear scented it just smelt divine. Thank God for bubble baths!

They always relaxed me, baths I mean. Most people felt this way for their beds and/or comforters, I felt safe in my bathtub. Nothing could get me there.

I finally got out and slipped into some slinky lingerie and I felt like laughing, remembering Jake's questions at my chosen underwear the other night, -even if I did know why he had called me- I actually did like feeling slinky.

I took my time with make-up, candy apple red lipstick felt appropriate for the occasion and it clashed prettily with my strapless plain black dress and peep toe heels.

A honk sounded through the house letting me know Diana was here to pick me up.

I put on my leather jacket over the dress and slipped on my long, worn, leather brown necklace that was hooked on my doorknob while I showered.

I got into the car and Diana nodded at me sympathetically before driving away.

She was wearing a white flowy shirt and a high waist black skirt, nothing flashy like I was wearing. Sometimes I think I only know how to dress that way.

It was a little way into the highway, the only cemetery shared by Chance Harbor and the two small cities around it.

She killed the engine, but I didn't move to get out.

"Are you ready, Faye?" I didn't answer and she took my hand "I'll be right next to you, FairyFaye."

I took a deep breath and got out of the car, tall and proud as if I wasn't crumbling on the inside. I would break down later, alone in my room.

We headed through the big church doors and sat on the back, surprisingly not only Adam and Cassie were there, but Jake too. Melissa wasn't there but the familiar sizzling in the air that happened every time the circle was together told us she was here at the cemetery, probably visiting another friend, she did it every week anyway.

God! This is weird! The day before yesterday we were kissing, now… he was lying in the casket in front of the room. I could feel myself hyperventilating, I used to have this kind of episodes a lot when I was younger, but it had been a little more than a year since my last one. But at that moment all I could think was that I needed air.

I knew I wasn't having an episode because I was hurting over his death specifically; I was hurting for my own life –as selfish as it sounds- it had become such a mess.

I ran out the church yanking the huge doors open, not caring that probably the whole mass of people were staring at me.

"Faye!" Diana yelled and I had the distinct impression that it wasn't the first time she had said my name.

I felt my lungs expanding, but I wasn't natural. I knew it was the circle's doing.

"I gotta go." I said at the same time realizing that Diana wasn't alone; the whole circle was right behind her. Cassie looked freaked out (she doesn't think I have feelings, it is understandable really), Adam looked at me pityingly, Diana and Jake looked worried. Screw them all!

I took off my shoes and took off running.

"Where are you going? We are in the middle of nowhere!" Cassie yelled behind me, but I wasn't stopping.

I ran like the wind – not really, I am a pretty slow runner- and I didn't stop, the morbid images going by my peripheral vision were just that, periphery.

No matter how many times I said to myself it wasn't my fault I couldn't actually get the idea into my head. When had I gotten so messed up that my own thirst for power had been able to take a life? I wasn't stupid and I wasn't one of those people who liked blaming themselves for shit, I hadn't done it, but my magic had.

I stopped running on the other side of the cemetery, I sat down next to a guy looking over a patch of pretty flowers, that any biologist would say shouldn't grow here, but they did.

"I knew you would end up here sooner or later." He said and for once he didn't smirk.

"I don't know why I feel so awful!" I sniffed loudly.

"It's because people like us are such good actors that they can make themselves believe in their lies." He still didn't look at me, but at the flowers and the tombstone next to them.

"Is that what you did?" My voice held no venom, it sounded small and shy and I couldn't remember the last time I had sounded like that.

"Maybe." Him and his evasive answers "That is what you've done, you've convinced everyone that you don't care and you even managed to convince yourself that you don't, for a while… but in the end emotions come back, they always do."

"I like to think that that is what these flowers are." He looked at me questioningly "She comes here once a week and she talks to him, she cries and she tells him about her week and her life. I like to think that these flowers are here, because their love is still here."

Jake snorted in a very my Jake way.

"You are a hopeless romantic, Faye." He looked at his brother's tombstone again "Sometimes I blame myself for Nick's death, I was the big brother, I was supposed to take care of him."

"It's not your fault. He had us and we still weren't enough, there is nothing you could've done."

"Neither could you, you know? Lee…" You could still hear the distaste in his voice, but I was too exhausted to be furious "He wanted to save that girl and he would've done it with or without you and it could've turned out better, but it could've turned out worst."

"When did you get so wise?" I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched the sun go down.

"I've always been wise." He joked.

He was reminding me so much of my Jake, the one he wasn't anymore, I was convinced of that. But damn he could act… My Jake was funny, he would yell at me for anything and we would be fighting 24/7, but he would've also walked to hell and back for me and he always took care of me.

He was here right now, but I knew he wasn't staying.

"Jake?" I yawned in his shoulder.

"Yes, Fairy?" he asked mockingly at my girly tone.

"I know that later Stony Jake is going to come back more ruthless than ever, but I am tired, so just for right now I am going to pretend that you are still my Jake, ok?" I closed my eyes.

"Can I pretend too?" I nodded and scooted to his lap so I could rest my head on his shoulder.

Damn, I miss him!

AN:/

I hope you liked it and I know it sound like a one shot, but I have a lot planned for this story.

Tell me if you want me to continue, reviews make me write faster and make me happier.

Edited (11/01/2012)

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