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A/N: My first SW fanfic, so please be gentle when reviewing. Unless it blatantly sucks and there's nothing else to say; in that case, tell me. This came from a BS session that me and my friends were having one night where we came up with new plotlines for our favorite shows, and this was (and still is) mine. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One-The Runaway

She was running, and she was running fast. Her mother had told her to get help, so she reluctantly left her behind and ran for the nearest house. She ran up the front steps and knocked on the door. A woman answered, and she told her story. The woman ran out the front door and followed the girl to her house.

When the woman entered, the girl led her up the stairs to her mother's room. The woman gasped in shock. The girl's mother was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. The girl ran over to her mother and kneeled next to her.

"Mom, are you ok?" she asked desperately.

"Sweetie, this is it," her mother said. "I'm dying."

"No!" screamed the girl as the woman called 911. "You can't be! I can't lose you! I've already lost Dad, I just can't lose you too!"

"Don't be afraid," her mother whispered, now on the edge of life and death. "You can take care of yourself, you always have. I won't be hurting where I'm going, and I'll be with your father. You have your powers, and your strength. That's all you need, Angel, that's all you need." With that, she slipped into unconsciousness. Angel screamed, but the wailing of the ambulance drowned her screams out.

"I hate hospitals," Annie Thelen said with a shiver. "They always give off such a bad vibe." Her best friend Fiona Phillips nodded in agreement.

"The last time I was in one of these, Carey was sick. Granted, it was only a bad case of the flu, but still..."

"Someone call for me?" The girls turned around to see Fi's brother Jack and his friend Carey Bell coming down the hallway.

"Actually, no," Fi said, a sly grin on her face. "So, how's Clu?"

"He's been driving us crazy," Jack said, sounding exasperated. "Remind me never to have laughing gas when I get my wisdom teeth removed." Suddenly, a sound from farther down the hallway caught the teenagers' attention. They turned around to see a girl about Fi and Annie's age sitting in a chair crying, with a doctor sitting next to her.

"Something bad happened to her," Fi said, looking at the girl, who was now sitting alone. "She looks like she could use someone to talk to." With that, she left the others and walked over to the girl.

"I'm sorry Miss Barrett, but we were unable to resuscitate your mother, or stop the bleeding."

"What do you mean 'unable to resuscitate' Doctor?"

"Miss Barrett, your mother lost too much blood. We were unable to do anything for her. We lost her."

Angel sat with her head in her hands, crying as she remembered the doctor's words, telling her that her mother had died. "With all my powers, I still couldn't help her," she thought. "Why couldn't I help her? Why Why Why!?!?" Suddenly, Angel's thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "This seat taken?" the voice asked.

Angel looked up to see a girl about her age standing in front of the nearest chair. She shook her head no, and the girl sat down.

"You might think this is really insensitive of me to ask, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but why are you crying?" the girl asked.

"My mother just died," Angel said quietly.

"I'm really sorry," the girl said. "Are you gonna be ok?"

"Probably," Angel said. "I have so many things to do though. Finding a place to live, for instance. I have nowhere to go now."

"Is your father dead too?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"A while," Angel said, then paused.

"I just realized something," the girl said. "I never introduced myself. I'm Fiona Phillips."

"Angel Barrett."

"Barrett, did you say?" Fi asked, remembering something.

"Yeah, why?" Angel asked, now curious.

"Were your parents named Chad and Andrea?"

"Yeah, why?" Angel answered slowly, not getting the picture. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah, in fact, it does," Fi said, getting an idea. "Come with me." Fi stood up and waited for Angel to stand as well. Angel slowly stood up, then uncertainly followed Fi down the hallway.

By this time, Molly, Irene, and Ned had joined the others, and were now hearing all about Fi's split-second dash down the hallway. Wondering what the hell had possessed Fi, they waited for her to come down the hallway. They didn't have to wait long; for after a few minutes, Fi appeared with a blonde-haired teenager at her side.

"Irene, Ned, do you remember when you were telling me about your college friends Chad and Andrea Barrett? The married couple?" When they slowly nodded, Fi brought the blonde girl in front of her and said, "Which one of them does she remind you more of? Chad or Andrea?"

Irene studied the girl for a moment, then it clicked. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the lightly freckled nose. "Andrea," she whispered.

"I'm her daughter, Angel," the girl whispered. "And I have some bad news."

The group stared at her, and suddenly she tensed up. When she did, Ned and Irene got many different images flashed through their minds. A baby girl, her and her parents laughing, then Angel and Andrea in black, and finally, Andrea lying on the floor and Angel crying.

"You've got no one left, then?" Irene softly asked Angel, who shook her head and whispered "No."

"Is there anywhere you can go?" Another shake of Angel's head told her no, she didn't have anywhere to go.

"I'll find my own way," Angel said quietly. "I've had to for a while..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked at the doors leading out of the emergency room.

"I've got to go," she whispered, and then made a break for the door. Fi, Annie, and the boys looked at each other, nodded, and then ran after her.

When she was outside the hospital doors, Angel looked around, then snapped her fingers. Fi, Annie, Jack, and Carey reached the doors just in time to see her disappear.
Angel landed in her house and ran up the stairs to her room. She snapped her fingers again, and some suitcases appeared. Another snap of the fingers, and the suitcases were packed. One more snap, and she was at the bus stop. She bought her ticket, loaded her luggage, and got on the bus. She looked out the window as the bus pulled away and whispered, "Goodbye Hope Springs."