**TWELVE YEARS AGO**

(Imagine five year olds talking when its Sookie and Pogue in the flashback, I tried writing like that and it ain't working lol)

"Pogue! Stop it!" Sookie giggled. Pogue was tickling her and wouldn't let up. "POGUE! I'm gonna pee on you!" She screamed again. He let up some and lay down on the floor next to her, both of them still laughing.

"I love you Sook." Pogue kissed her forehead.

"Eww Poguey." Sookie giggled again, but kissed his cheek. "Love you too." Even as kids they were close, hardly fighting and always sticking up for each other. Pogue especially. Pogue was over protective, even though he was only seven and Sookie only five. She was the only sister between the four Sons of Ipswitch. Sookie hopped up and ran through the Parry mansion towards the kitchen.

"Sookie!" Pogue raced after her, but instead ran into the library where his mother and his father's caretaker were arguing.

"What do you mean she has to go? She's only five years old for Christ's sake! Where am I supposed to send her! She has no other family!" Pogue stopped short of the door and listened. They were talking about his little sister.

"To her father Beatrice, he knows." Pogue heard his mother audibly gasp. Pogue didn't know what the caretaker meant.

"I can't send Sookie away from her brother or me for that matter. I just can't. I can't send her all way to California." Pogue didn't hear anymore, he just ran to find his sister.

"You have until tonight, start packing." Beatrice sobbed into her hands. The caretaker walked over to her. "I'm sorry B." He rubbed her back for a moment and walked out of out of the door.

Sookie was in the backyard now, spinning in circles watching her white dress flow around her. She was giggling and finally fell to the ground in a heap laughing harder than before. She didn't notice six year old Tyler Simms and seven years old Reid Garwin and Caleb Danvers run up from the back hills. She sat up as she heard the pitter patter of feet in the grass next to her. She sat up looking at the boys around her.

"What are you guys doing here?" She jumped up and placed her hands on her hips. Caleb smirked at her and poked her in her ribs. She squealed and giggled.

"We wanted to see you and Pogue. Duh Sook!" Tyler jabbed her in the ribs too, following Caleb's actions. She squealed with laughter again. Reid poked her in the stomach. The boys kept poking her until she hiccupped with laughter.

"Stop-op!" They laughed along with her. Pogue came running out of the back door.

"Guys! We have to take Sook somewhere!" Pogue pushed through the group and grabbed his only sister by the hand.

"Pogue, where are we going?" She stopped him. The other boys raced up behind them.

"Mom is sending you away, we have to go."

"Why am I getting sent away?" Tears fell from her eyes, Pogue started crying too, his long hair hanging in his face.

"I don't know."

"Let's take her to my house!" Tyler yelled suddenly. They all looked at each other and nodded. They ran to the back hills and started running in the direction of Tyler's house. Before they could make it to the tree line, a man with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes stepped from the forest. It was Wyatt Halliwell. The boys stepped in front of Sookie.

"I'm not here to hurt Sookie. I promise." Wyatt took a step forward, the boys tightened around Sookie. Sookie poked her head around Reid's back. Wyatt looked down at her and smiled. Sookie didn't feel uneasy around him. She felt at home. She walked around Reid and stood in front of the man, ignoring the protests coming from the boys. Wyatt knelt down to Sookie's level and stuck out his hand. She shook it.

"Do you know my mother?" She asked, playing with her dress.

"Yes I know her."

"She wants to send me away." He looked at her sadly.

"I know sweetie. How about we walk to the house and talk to her hmm?" He asked sticking his hand out again. She wrapped her hand around his index finger and nodded.

"What's your name?"She looked up at him.

"Wyatt, my name's Wyatt Halliwell." The boys glared at the man in front of them. Pogue grabbed his sister's other hand and the other boys walked next to him. "Is this your brother?" Wyatt asked pointing to Pogue. She nodded.

"Yepp, his name's Pogue! And that's Ree-Ree, and Ty, and Caleb." She smiled as she named them off. "Do you have a brother?"

"Yes I do, and a sister. Chris and Melinda." She giggled.

"Pogue's name is Christopher too!"

"Sookiee…!" Pogue poked her in the ribs. She squealed again, Wyatt broke into a smile. They walked through the back door of the kitchen and into the hall. Her mother stepped out from the library as a few men carried suitcases and trunks down the stairs. Beatrice wiped her eyes as she bent down in front of Sookie.

"Sweetie, you're going on a trip with Wyatt."

"NO! Mom, you can't send her away!" Pogue pulled his sister from Wyatt's grasp. "You can't send her away from me!" He pulled her into a hug, squeezing her as close to him as possible. Beatrice's eyes watered and the tears spilled from her eyes.

"I know sweetie, I know. I don't want to, but I have to…" She sobbed and pulled her two children into her.

"I don't wanna go away! I don't wanna leave Pogue!" Sookie cried and struggled as her mother grabbed her.

"I know sweetie, I know. Say good bye to the boys." Beatrice cried as she kissed her daughter's head. "Bye my angel." Sookie ran towards the three boys she called her brothers and the one boy that was. They all wrapped their arms around her and said their goodbyes to her. As Wyatt walked up, Pogue would not let go.

"You can come whenever you'd like Pogue. All of you can." Pogue loosened his grip on Sookie and Wyatt took her hand in his. As Wyatt pulled away, Pogue still wouldn't let go of his little sister's hand. Finally the distance was too far and Pogue released his sister. Wyatt picked up the crying Sookie. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and sobbed and hiccuped into his shoulder. They walked through the kitchen and out of the back door again. When they finally made it to the tree line, Wyatt stopped.

"Hold on tight angel." They disappeared into dozens of blue lights.

"CHRIS! Would you blow him up already!" I screamed as another box next to me exploded. Why did I volunteer for this shit? Why do I always volunteer for this shit? Chris just had to have help with a demon and couldn't wait for Wyatt and I volunteered because Wyatt wasn't there to stop me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Why don't you!" He yelled back at me. He was behind some crates a few feet across from me. I was hiding behind a dumpster. He was smart enough to run at the demon and got himself sliced up. Idiot.

"You know why!" I didn't have a lot of control of the combustion part of my powers.

"Well you know what? When you see a chance arise, when I won't get my hand blown off, you go right ahead and let me know!" Bloody smartass. A fireball flew inches from my head and my long strawberry blonde hair, which I'm quite proud of if I do say so myself. My hair better not be scorched. I'll kill Christopher for it if it is.

"Okay! That's it! I'm calling Wyatt!" Chris flipped his head towards me. I smirked.

"Don't do it Sookie! We got this! We don't need him flaunting all over the place with his 'I clean up all your messes because I'm the Twice Blessed Child and blah blah blah'." He dropped his voice lower to try and imitate Wyatt. I rolled my eyes. His ego and pride was gonna kill him one day. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath. "Don't do it! I swear you'll get it after this is over." Empty threats. Very empty threats.

"WYATT!" I yelled into the air. I glanced at Chris from the corner of my eye. He has the audacity to glare at me. The blue orbs started to fill in a standing person next to me. I took the last second to stick my tongue out at Chris. I have a right to be a child, I'm seventeen. Wyatt looked down at me. I grabbed his shirt and yanked. He fell to the ground next to me as a fireball hit the wall behind him. Christ these boys will kill me one day. Now Wyatt was glaring at me. "Help?" I pouted. I gave him my best Chris-dragged-me-into-this-shit-so-you-have-to-help-me-now puppy dog pout.

"Where is he?" That was all I needed to hear to know I was getting out of this with a slap on the wrist. I did a victory dance inside myself.

"Thanks Sookie. So now instead of getting killed by the demon, Excalibur here is gonna kill us."

"Smartass." I muttered. Wyatt smirked at me, Chris just rolled his eyes. I swear I'm gonna punch him when this is over.

"Okay, I freeze him and Chris you blow him up." Wyatt giving out directions like a pro. Sometimes I feel bad for Chris, goes into a demon hunt without thinking. He just needs to use that lump in his head. Then again, sometimes I wonder if he has one. Wyatt threw his hands up in the direction of the demon. "He should be frozen now." We all slowly rose with our hands raised. The demon was frozen mid fireball throw, the stupid grin still on his face. Fucking demons. The fireball was a foot or two away from him aimed at where Chris was sitting. I flicked my wrist and the fireball flew into the wall at my right. Telekinesis is something I've mastered. Chris flicked his own wrists at the demon, he unfroze and burst into flames, screaming the whole way.

"Well…that was a bust." Chris muttered. I glared at him.

"You think!" I strode over to him and held my hands above the wound on his shoulder. The warm, yellow light poured from my hands. The gash slowly knit itself back together. Healing was another easy power for me, more so than for other whitelighter-witches I know. Chris rolled his shoulder around.

"Thanks." He mumbled. I lightly punched him in his sore shoulder. "Oww-uuch!"

"No problem. That was for not thinking before we got here, but I still love you." He pulled me into a hug. I can't stay mad at Chris, he's like a brother to me.

"Sorry Sook." He squeezed me tighter. He can really give you a good bear hug, even though he's a bit on the skinny side, well at least compared to Wyatt.

"It's alright." I pulled away, looking at Wyatt. He was livid. Here we go. First he's gonna yell at Chris for being so reckless, then he's gonna yell at me for listening to Chris. Let's see if I'm right.

"What's wrong with you Chris? Taking Sookie out on a demon hunt she's not ready for. You're being reckless!" Ding ding ding. One more correct answer and you win the grand prize. "And you Sook, how many times do I need to tell you this? DON'T GO WITH CHRIS ON HUNTS UNLESS I'M THERE. Don't listen to him." The second correct answer in a row! The grand prize is yours! I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to hide it from him anymore. I gave up trying that months ago, scratch that, years ago.

"Oh lighten up Wyatt. You used to live for that shit." Chris finally broke the silence. Wyatt's eyes darkened with rage. Uh-oh.

"Really? And you think I'm gonna be happy with it when you take one the kids I treat as my own out on a fucking demon hunt, risking her life? Huh?" Wow he said fucking, that usually never happens anymore since his kid started repeating shit he said.

"It wasn't that bad! We had it under control damnit!" Chris yelled back. I need to step in soon, powers might get used against each other and we can't have that happening.

"Really? You dying from blood loss and Sookie not being able to control her powers is a great way to handle a fucking situation! I'm just glad Sook was right enough in her head to call me! A SEVENTEEN year old Chris!" Wyatt's temper was surfacing and if it got any worse, things or people might start blowing up. Before Chris could open his mouth I stepped in between them.

"Now now guys, let's take a deep breath. I won't do it again Wyatt, I promise." He eyed me for a moment and rubbed his temples, letting out a sigh. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him in a hug. He squeezed back.

"Don't keep scaring me like that okay?" I nodded. He sounded genuinely scared. I didn't know I did that to him. He lightly kissed the top of my head like a father should. Like my actual father should, but that would never happen. I nodded into his chest, fighting the tears I felt in the back of my throat. God, I shouldn't get emotional over the bastard I call a father. "Alright, I'll see both of you at the manor." I pulled away from him and stood next to Chris. Wyatt looked at Chris' shoulder. The shirt he was wearing was now torn and bloody. Man, I really wanted to go get some food somewhere before we went home. As if Wyatt read my mind, he pulled off his t-shirt and threw it at Chris, then disappeared into blue lights. Chris pulled on the new shirt and threw the old one in the dumpster. I started walking away. I'm getting food, Chris and his slow ass could catch up.

"Wyatt JUST yelled at us for being reckless and now you're walking away from me." Chris walked up and threw an arm around my shoulders.

"Correction, he yelled at YOU for being reckless, me for listening to your stupid ass. But I'm hungry so I don't care if we got yelled at to be honest. Almost dying starves ya." I smiled at Chris, he was laughing at me. I was always hungry and thankfully I never put on the weight, thanks to Aunt Melinda's training.

"Well then, let's go to that coffee shop. I hear you can get food for free there."

"Another correction, I can get food free there because I'm sexy and no one can resist this." I used my hands to gesture my body.

"Uh huh, we'll see when we get there." We stepped out of the cool alley way and the hot San Francisco sun beat down on us. My off shoulder tee and shorts suddenly felt too hot. I pulled my hair off one shoulder and pushed it all to the other side. It fell just below my breasts. It was in soft waves today because of the braids I wore yesterday. Sometimes I missed Massachusetts and its cool air and its insane amount of trees. I missed my brother and his booming laugh. I missed his bear hugs.

"Sook, we're here. What do you want?" Chris shook me from my thoughts.

"Uhm, I don't know. How about I get us both pecan and some waters?" He smiled at me.

"You know me too well Sookie." It was true. I did know him really well. He was the first one I attached to when I first arrived at the manor when I was five. As I grew up I learned a lot about him and that we had a lot in common, which often left me getting in trouble, Chris always took the blame for me, even though he's years older than me. He's always been my best friend, minus my brother of course.

"Welcome to Coffee Shop, what can I do for you today?" I eyed the cashier before he had a chance to see me. I leaned against the counter, my shirt falling slightly more off my shoulder. He looked up and I smiled as I watched him follow my shirt slide down a bit. I flipped my hair off my shoulder and played with a strand.

"Can I have two pecan slices and two waters?" I looked at him and bit my lip. He licked his bottom lip. Hook, line, and sinker. He wasn't too bad looking either and he was older, Grandma Phoebe would be proud.

"'Course you can." He placed what I asked for on a tray and grabbed some napkins, writing on one, what I assume was his number. He grabbed my hand and placed the napkin in my open palm, closing my fingers around it. I winked at him, pulling out my wallet. He stopped me, coming closer.

"On the house miss." I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks," I played with his name tag in my fingers, Andy. "Andy." I flashed a smile and grabbed the tray stuffing his number and my wallet in my pocket. "Sookie, that's my name." I walked away, shaking my hips. I did another victory dance inside myself again. I'm too freaking good at this sometimes. I smiled smugly as I sat down at the table with Chris.

"Eat your free pie jackass." I pulled my pie and water off the tray and started devouring it. Chris gaped at me. "Pick your jaw up from the floor and eat!" I laughed. He laughed along with me and grabbed his food, quickly finishing like me. I gulped down the last of my water and threw everything in a trash can followed by Chris. Suddenly as we stepped out of the exit I got a feeling deep in my gut. Chris was walking towards an alleyway so we could orb home. I wrenched him away from the alley.

"Let's walk dude, it's only a little ways away." He stared at me for what felt like minutes, but then he finally nodded. I kept getting these feelings lately, I should probably ask Phoebe about them since she's the empathy and what not, but they're just feelings. The sun was starting to go down, so the heat was dissipating at least, I was still hot though. Massachusetts sounds good sometimes, but I'd miss the sun and my tan skin; and the Halliwells. Before I knew it we were walking up the steps of the manor and pushing open the door.

"Jesus, you sure we didn't orb here?" I laughed. Chris elbowed me.

"No, you just don't pay attention." I shoved him laughing still, walking though the front hall and towards the kitchen.

"Sookie?" I stopped as I heard my name. I knew instantly who it was and I couldn't believe it.

"POGUE!" I rushed into the sitting room and jumped into his arms, squeezing him as hard as I could. "I missed you so much!" I kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose; all over his face I planted kisses.

"I missed you too sis." Wait, he was months early and that feeling in the pit of my stomach was there again.

"What's wrong?" I pulled back, but still had my arms around him. I saw emotions fly through his eyes; confusion, sadness, worry, anger, guilt. Something was up and I think I had an idea of what it was. "Tell me Pogue. I'm your sister, I can tell something is wrong." He closed his eyes and sighed. I noticed for the first time he looked pale and tired. She pulled him to the couch. "It has to do with him doesn't it." Pogue nodded knowing exactly who I was talking about. The man I had the pleasure of calling a father. I noticed Chris had rushed up the stairs calling for Wyatt. Before Pogue got a chance to speak I started up again. "Let me guess. He's dead because of his reckless bullshit with his power. And he hasn't even spoken to me in twelve years!" I choked out the last two words. Tears threatened to fall onto my face. I wouldn't cry because of him, I couldn't.

"I know Sook, I know." He pulled me into a hug. "But the real reason I'm here is because, well mom wants me to take you home. Not really for the funeral, but to you know, just spend time at home." Really, really? She wanted me to come home? Her only daughter, her only daughter she let her sick useless husband dictate what she did with me. Her only daughter she never saw or spoke to unless it was through Pogue. I can't believe her.

"Why? She hardly speaks to me…" I let my tears fall freely now onto Pogue's chest. I can't go back there. I can't leave my family I have here. I only have Pogue and the boys back in Ipswich. Pogue ran his fingers through my hair and kissed the top of my head.

"I understand her as much as you do Sook. But come on, just come home for one year of school and then you can come back. I need you there Baby Girl." I let out a shaky breath.

"Wyatt! Chris!" I yelled. I needed to talk to them about this.

"We're right here Sookie." Wyatt and Chris slowly walked over to the couch. Chris sat on the table in front of them and Wyatt next to me. Melinda walked in from the kitchen seeing us; she walked over and stood behind me, playing with my hair. She always knew when something was wrong. I wish Pogue knew what I was so I didn't have to hide it anymore. So they didn't have to hide it anymore. I should tell him this year sometime, no matter where I'm at.

"We know why he's here Sook. We want you to go." Wyatt mumbled next to me. What? They thought I should go? Why does everyone I know think they can throw me around and send me where they want? This is freaking 2011! Women got their rights years ago.

"Why? Don't you want me here?" I pulled away from Pogue to look at the three Halliwell siblings. Melinda had tears in her eyes, Chris looked defeated, and Wyatt…I've never seen him as sad as he is.

"Of course we want you here angel, but you haven't been home in years. You could go back for a little bit and be with you brother." Melinda kissed my head. God I can't leave all of them. The only good thing back home is Pogue and the boys. Home? What am I thinking? This has been home to me for twelve years now.

"We love you Sook, but you know we're always just a call away." Chris ran his hands through his hair and leaned in to kiss my forehead. I felt the hot tears run faster down my face. I looked up at Wyatt, pleading with him to give me a reason I shouldn't go.

"You should go angel, I'll always be here for you and you know that. I'll never leave you. None of us will. You're family." Wyatt pulled me into a tight hug. I threw my arms around his neck and sobbed again. "Come on, let's go get your bags." I pulled away and grabbed for Pogue's hand. We all made our way to the staircase that led to the bedrooms.

"I've got a long trip ahead of me." I whispered to Pogue as we walked up the stairs. He nodded and kissed my hand. I could tell he felt bad for taking me away. But I knew he felt guiltiest for being happy I was coming back with him and that I didn't fight. All my bags were all ready packed. I noticed a lot of things still laying around. I could always orb back in here if I needed something. I grabbed my stuffed animal from the bed that I'd had my whole life. I'm surprised no one put him in the trunk with my pillow or something. I had named him Meko and I still took him places with me. Who gives a flying fuck if I'm seventeen, this stuffed animal will stay with me forever. Pogue grabbed two suitcases and I pulled my trunk behind me. I wish I could just levitate the damned thing.

"Which airport are you using? I'm sure you brought your Ducati and not an actual vehicle we could use." I joked. Pogue snorted.

"I went to some off the grid one up north a bit so we could have some privacy. Plus I brought the private jet; I didn't fly on an airline." He winked. I just rolled my eyes. He's still spoiled sometimes. I can never get used to it.

"How about we go ahead of you and drop off the luggage and you guys take your time, we'll meet you there." Wyatt suggested. I knew they were all just going to orb there and back, but what Pogue doesn't know won't hurt him I guess.

"That would be great, thanks guys." Pogue led me down the stairs and to the front door. He was about to walk out and he still had the luggage. I stopped him.

"Dude, luggage?" I laughed. He looked down and laughed too, setting it under the small table by the door. We walked out into the sun and I sighed. "I'm gonna miss this Poguey."

"I know Baby Girl. We'll come back a lot." Yeah we will. Especially after I tell you what I am. "You wanna savor it and go for a ride?" He smirked. I ripped the helmet from the seat and placed it on my head. The glass was still up.

"Let's go." I smiled at him before I slid the glass shut, covering my face. He slid on pulling his own helmet on and turned the key. I jumped on behind him and placed my arms around his waist. He revved the engine making me laugh. I missed this bike, god did I miss it. We shot off and raced down the road. I laughed and smiled the whole time. I watched the buildings fly by, then the trees. Then we stopped. I looked up and saw the plane looming over us.

"How long did we ride for?" I questioned Pogue. It only felt like minutes.

"An hour and a half." He shrugged. I gapped. That was a long time. I pulled off my helmet and handed it to Pogue. He took it and started pushing his bike towards the plane. I looked to my right and saw Melinda, Chris, and Wyatt all standing there waiting for me. Man I feel bad now. Almost two hours they probably had to wait there. I ran over and they all grabbed me into one huge hug. I could feel my tears start to ease their way down my cheeks. I pulled away after a few moments and hastily wiped away my tears.

"I'll see you guys soon." I looked up at all of them. Melinda was crying, Wyatt and Chris looked like they were on the brink of tears. "Hey now, you were the ones who told me to go. I can always orb back ya know." I smiled sheepishly. I turned and headed towards the plane. "I love you guys." I hopped on the plane and took a seat next to Pogue. This was going to be a long ride.

A/N: Okay so I'm not so sure on the title really. And I know the time line for the stories doesn't add up, so just bare with me here. I'm imagining lol. The boys are all 19, minus Tyler who is 18. Sookie is 17, hence why she's Baby Girl because she's a young one too. Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda are all in their late 20's early 30's, I'm not entirely sure yet. Help me out on that! :} But Wyatt is married and has a 4 year old son, while Melinda and Chris are just dating people.

The next chapter will be up as soon as possible. I want to try and keep each chapter around 5,000 words, so again, bare with me here. I'll try and post one before the end of the week and if not by next Sunday as my deadline.

So review and tell me what ya think! :}