Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: Set between the fire in Box of Tricks and the epilogue.

Warm water spewed out from the shower and Katie closed her eyes as she allowed the water to run over her body. Although Bethan Clarke had been forced out of her body, Katie still felt filthy. Reaching over to the cloth, she began scrubbing herself.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Being possessed by Bethan was a horrible experience. To be moved around like a puppet on a string, to have no control over her own body was…terrifying.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Not being able to SAY anything was the worst part of it. She watched events unfold as a passive bystander, not even able to ask for help.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

She could feel Bethan's madness, trapped and alone for hundreds of years. The rage, the pain and the pure, undying hatred. Especially for Katy's family. It permeated everything that she did and thought and even with her gone, Katie was still struggling to find her thoughts.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Katie wasn't sure what to make of her ancestors. She had been told for years that witches were evil and Bethan would easily qualify, but in turn her family had made her that way. It was all so confusing, trying to wrap her head around who was wrong and who was right.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

She had really tried not to be jealous of Abbie when she first came to Turlingham. She tried to tell herself that her distrust was simply an automatic reaction to being a witch-hunter for so long. But in truth she was afraid. She felt as though she was losing her best friend, her truest and closest friend Sophie.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Abbie and her family quickly raised Katie's suspicions. She was suspicious, her parents knew about the theft too soon and they sounded dissonant when talking about it. Katie might not be in the business of hunting witches any more, but the skills she had learned were still useful.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Then they had found out the real reason for Abbie's coming to Turlingham and Katie was keen to help. She felt in many ways she had to atone for the sins of her ancestors in this case.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

When Bethan attacked her at the opening, it hurt more than any physical pain she could remember. It was sharp and painful and she begged for it to stop and if it hadn't been for Sophie's quick thinking, it would have been worse.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Lighting the fire in the library had been the worst of it. She struggled and rallied and desperately pushed as hard as her mind would allow, but still Bethan controlled her. It was worse than anything else Bethan made her do. Worse than being nasty to her best friend Sophie. Worse than breaking up with Callum. People she cared about could have died because she wasn't strong enough to stop Bethan.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Abbie was DEFINITELY evil in her eyes. To subject anyone to such a terrible experience as possession was bad enough. To do it over a BOY was…unbelievable. Callum was cute and Katie admitted that he made her feel like she was floating, but she would NEVER violate someone like that. And let there be no doubt, it felt like a violation.

Scrub, scrub, scrub

Katie looked down at her skin, all reddened and raw from scrubbing. How had she gotten so red? Surely she hadn't scrubbed that hard, she still felt soiled and unclean. Raising the cloth again, she began scrubbing again.

Scrub, scrub, scrub