The Magic Touch

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Dedication: for Tisa, I salute you!

Summary: what if Lana wasn't the only one who has an ancestor for a witch?

A witch, a witchy witch

France 1604.

Madeline Evans, Briana Withridge and Isobel Theroux were locked in a cage to carried to their doom, drawn horse back carriage. The cage is covered with a tarp preventing them from seeing outside world, not even the stars in the nigh sky could help them now. Briana tries to loosen the chains holding the cage shut but fails miserably. She looks over to Madeline, scared just like her, who wouldn't be if they were being led to their deaths. They both turned to Isobel who is eerily calm despite the situation they were in. They didn't know if what they saw was true because Isobel face was covered by her hood of her red hooded cape, all except her lips.

"We must escape before we reach the pyres. Isobel?" Madeline said

"They've taken the book and with it our powers" Isobel said calmly although she is rather impatient "What would you have me do?"

"Anything" Briana pleaded, as if Isobel could figure out the answer "We're running out of time"

"Time is the one thing we do have" Isobel said "If we fall this night, I promise you, we will rise again to finish out quest"

Briana and Madeline gasp as the carriage comes to a halt. The tarp is lifted away from the door to the cage revealing an angry mob of people holding torches and shouting at the women in the cage. A man in a black hooded robe pulls the women out of the cage and sends them on to another man who takes hold of them and drags them toward the pyre. Briana and Madeline both whimper and cry, begging the mob for mercy. The hooded man then grabs Isobel and takes her out of the cage, putting her down on the ground and forcing her toward the pyre. Another man pulls her red hood off of her head and she whips her face around glaring at the mob threateningly.

She is pushed toward the large piles of wood where Madeline and Briana are already being tied to the stakes. A well dressed man comes forward and looks Isobel in the eye as the crowd waves pitchforks and axes at her in their rage. Isobel returns the man's gaze.

"Magistrate Wilkins" Isobel said, unafraid of the man before her "Come to enjoy your handiwork?"

Wilkins slaps her across the face roughly, and she falls back against the hooded guard.

"Tell me of the three stones of power, Countess" Wilkins said, dispassionately "You may yet escape the pyre's flames"

"In my book" Isobel said, feigning her obedience "There's a page marked"

Another man hands Isobel's spell book to Wilkins and he opens it to a page that is marked with a feather. On the page there is a picture of the symbol Lana has on her lower back. He shows it to Isobel.

"What means this?" Wilkins asked.

Isobel smiled at Wilkins wickedly and said edging every word with malice "It means that the stones of power shall be mine and once I possess them, you shall tremble at my feet and never again persecute my kind"

Wilkins stares at Isobel fearfully. Then she spits blood onto the page which lands on the symbol.

"Animum remitto" Isobel chanted as she looked up to the stars as she felt the symbol from the book materializes into her skin on her lower back.

"Demon" Wilkins snarled "Join your confederates"

Isobel laughs cruelly as the hooded guard drags her toward the pyre. Madeline and Briana are already tied up and terrified for their lives. The both speak quietly.

"Please" Briana begged.

"Have mercy" Madeline whimpered.

Briana and Madeline became more hysterical as Isobel is walked up the pile of wood and tied to the stake. Several people in the crowed yell eagerly.

"No, no, please! Have mercy!" Madeline cried out.

"Madeline Evans. Briana Withridge. Countess Marguerite Isobel Theroux" Wilkins said as Isobel chuckles mockingly "You have been found guilty of committing the darkest art, witchcraft. For this affront against God, I hereby condemn you to burn in the fires of Hell of which you so eagerly seek communion"

Isobel smirks at Wilkins, a small trail of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth. Wilkins nods at the hooded guard who is now holding a lighted torch. The guard holds the flame to different points at the bottom of the pyres, setting the beginning of the bonfire that will destroy the witches. Madeline and Briana whimper fearfully, but Isobel remains composed, even gleeful as she spots three white robe women at the back of the crowed who looks calmly at .

"You think this ends with a lick of flame?" Isobel said disdainfully as she looked at the crowd then back at the three white robe women "I sleep but a while. And when the time is appointed, my heir will awaken me and I will have vengeance!"

Isobel throws her head back and cackles at the night sky, frightening the crowd of villagers. She continues to laugh maniacally even as the flames engulf her and the other woman who are both screaming.

The three robe women leaves in disgust as they melted away from view. It was Gabriel who spoke first, beating Sarah, her friend, to it.

"If she returns?" Gabriel asked.

Jana, the elderly woman yet had the energy of a young girl, looked at Gabriel and Sarah solemnly.

"Then she will return" Jana said.

"But it must be stopped!" Sarah said "We must destroy that book!"

"Wilkins would have that book safe in a lock in a Church or in his own home" Jana said solemnly "If we expose ourselves to him we will be burnt and I can not allow that, Amelia would never forgive me"

"She doesn't forgive you now, she even left you for the New World because…she believes…" Sarah said, trying to be gentle yet blunt at the same time "She believes you let your own flesh and blood die without revenge"

"I am too old to take revenge, I only pity Isobel even if she had killed my daughter" Jana said "Amelia would have to take revenge upon Isobel"

"But she is dead and when Isobel returns she would be dead too" Gabriel said.

"Have you learnt nothing Gabriel? Even in death Amelia would avenge her mother's death" Jana said as she gazed up to the stars "Her spirit is linked with Isobel's, even if she doesn't know it"

Thousands of miles away Amelia was looking up at those very stars at the being of night as she finished cleaning the Inn's front windows. Ever since she was a little girl she stare at them and smile at them, her mother would say all heroes became the stars when they die. Her father was a hero, well everyone thought he was a hero but Amelia always thought he was just her father. But it never stop her thinking he was a star, looking down at her as he use to like a giant she always believed he was.

"Be the best you can be Amelia" he had said to her on his deathbed, stroking her hair as she cried. She never knew why she could remember that moment down to the minute detail "Love with all your heart and find your husband, your destiny"

"Yes father" Amelia muttered to the memory.

"Francine…will you honour…will you take…blast!" someone said, taking her out of memory lane.

Amelia looked over to the Alley and smiled at poor Daniel's attempts to perform a simple task, trying to woe the invisible Francine. She knew he was in love with Francine but his lack of confidence was stopping him sharing his love with her. Amelia also knew Francine would gladly return his affections if he actually told her how he felt about her. It was simple but as always love and fear of rejection kept on blinding people. So when that happened Amelia used what her mother gave her from the moment she was born.

"Open to her, leave fear behind, bring in trust, do not let your heart decline" Amelia whispered gently.

A stream of blue glowing mist moved from out of Amelia's hand trailed towards Daniel. It surrounds him for a moment before his body consumes it, letting him glow for a second. Daniel stood up straighter with a smile on his face and walked off onto Francine's home.

"Win her heart Daniel" Amelia chuckled amusedly.

Amelia was a witch, even though she was forced to keep herself a secret but it didn't stop her from helping people, unlike some witches who did the exact opposite. She remembered the day when Isobel portrayed the coven by killing Amelia's mother, the head witch, and started her own. She hated her grandmother for not taking action upon Isabelle but her grandmother did say that karma will take Isobel. Amelia vowed that when she was powerful enough she would hunt her down and make her pay, even through death her spirit shall be waiting for that day.

An eye for an eye.

A tooth for a tooth.

But over the years her need for vengeance was withering, even more so with her grandmother so far away, she missed her. Her grandmother had taught her well in the craft but the old bat would complain of the lack of passion she had for it, the power she could master and achieve. Maybe for the lack of Love Amelia had experience with a man was the reason but it never really bothered her till now. She was in her twenties, single and childless, in her time she was believed to be prime for marriage and children. But she never really considered it seeing that if she did marry and have children, how would she explain to her family that she was a witch. Death was the most likeliest answer.

She believed going to the new world would leave all the purgatory behind her but instead the people in the village were more enthusiastic about sleeping on hot pieces of ember than marry a witch or live with one than they ever were.

Sighing Amelia places her cloth behind the bar, pulls her cloak on and leaves the Inn. She began to do what she always did when she left the place, she sang to her father and mother like they would provide her as always, even if they were just stars.

"Bring me a man I could wish for,
Bright eyes, like the stars in the night sky,
A smile that glistens like blossoms with rain,
Let him fall in my arms and hold me,
Till love…loves me again"

But before she could sing the second verse she caught something going across the night sky. It was a shooting star…no shooting stars, many of them dancing across the sky and Amelia smiled like a child for the first time in a long them. But then her face fell as she began to see that they were getting bigger and longer till all she saw fire shooting across the sky. For all it's beauty she knew it was going to lead to panic when she heard a blast behind her, feeling the debris hitting her back. She turned and saw the Inn she was in mere moments ago had been destroyed.

"Oh no" Amelia barely said

More blasts, more destruction and then the towns people began to mill out of their homes in panic. The sky literally looked like it was coming down, demolishing everything in its path. People began to pray to God to save them but it did not stop. The meteorites wouldn't stop.

Amelia stood there in the mist of the chaos numbed by the fact she could have died in the Inn. She looked over her shoulder and a fiery bolder was heading her way. Except she knew that no matter how fast she could run it was going to hit her and so she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to hit her. But her witch instincts took over and felt herself tumbling to the ground, hitting it hard. Knocking her out instantly.

Moments later, despite the bit of pain she was feeling Amelia got up. Wherever she was she wasn't in the town anymore and it was pitch black. She didn't know if she should be happy or not since it had look like Armageddon and more importantly she hated not being to see anything.

"Let there be light" Amelia muttered and a ball of light glowed just above her hand and took a look around her surroundings "Oh no"

She was in a big, rocky cave.

"This is bad" Amelia sighed anxiously and laughs bitterly at herself "The first time I teleport and guess were I land? A bloody cave I could may as well die in"

Amelia suddenly heard something behind her and turned around abruptly to face it only to see a wall of warm flesh. Ever so slowly she looked up to see two very intense blue eyes and couldn't help to jump back away from them. She swallowed hard at the sight of the man before her, the naked man before her in all his glory.

"Look at his face, look at his face, look at his face" Amelia muttered to herself but she couldn't stop her stupid wondering eyes, well, wondering so she tried taking a step back only to have him following her with each step until her back hit a cave wall.

"You are female" he said.

"Well the last time I check, I was definitely female" Amelia said and look down her blouse and back at him "Yep, one hundred percent female"

"Where am I?" he asked her.

"Shouldn't I ask you that question? I just dropped…never mind"

He looked at her peculiar at her odd behaviour.

"Did your noggin had a floggin?" Amelia asked.

"A what?" he asked.

"Did someone hit you over the head, while they stole your garments" Amelia said as she took off her cloak and hand it to him.

He held the cloak except he didn't know what to do with it. Rolling her eyes Amelia, couldn't believe the situation she was in. It was suppose to make lady her age blush that this man was exposed and here she was having a conversation with him like it was a nice sunny day. She then gently pushed him to help him but stop when her skin made contact. It was cold in the caves and yet he was so warm and soft and she could feel his heart beating in his chest and there she could feel power, raw power like a witch's except not quite. Amelia licked her suddenly dry lips and swallowed down every bead of moisture in her mouth. She had heard all about what power and sex could do to witch's like her. It could make her addicted and the fact was the memory of coming close to death was still fresh in her mind. Temptation and he was leaning a little closer into her touch, she didn't know if he could feel the power or was just curious of her stillness.

"Who are you?" he asked her.

"Amelia" Amelia said then asked as she looked at him curiously "Who are you?".

"I am Numan" he said.

And Lois bolted upright from her dream.

"Holy crap!" Lois gasped and as she calms down she sees the time on her alarm "I've been asleep for three hours? Okay no more Mrs Kent muffins before bed" then felt a shiver going down her back for a moment, almost cold and dead, before it went "What the hell?…"

At the same moment of time two people in Smallville at the Talon were getting nice and cosy by a roaring fire. Lana sits down gracefully on the floor next to Jason, holding a mailed package that she puts down on the floor in front of them, looking proudly.

"So you found it on E-bay?" Jason said, looking mildly impressed.

"Yeah, this old guy in Nice was auctioning it off" Lana said happily "I had to max out my entire credit card to get it, but I couldn't resist. It was like it was calling to me"

Lana opens the box excitedly and pulls the bubble wrap out of the way, revealing Isobel's spell book. The book is clearly very old and worn around the edges. Lana takes it out of the box and shows it to Jason.

"The spell book of Countess Isobel Marguerite Theroux" Lana said, almost in awe.

"Those look like the same symbols in the cave" Jason said when he points to the engravings on the leather cover of the book.

"Yeah. Maybe it will help explain what happened in Paris when I touched Isobel's tomb" Lana said hopefully.

"Yeah, and the tattoo and the missing 12 hours" Jason agreed.

Lana opens the book and looks through it slowly as she said "Hmm. So, uh, how's your Latin?"

"About as good as my Italian which... I don't speak" Jason dryly said

Lana looks at Jason almost belittled and then back at the book. She turns another page and comes to a page were blood had had been spattered on the symbol like the one on her back. Abruptly the fire in the fireplace goes out, considerably darkening the room. Lana and Jason looks around for a moment, a little be nervously. Jason looks at the fire curiously.

"I'll get it" Jason said as he gets up to rekindle the fire, Lana stares back at the page.

"Oh, my God" Lana said

"What?" Jason said as he looks over to Lana.

"This is the symbol from Isobel's tomb" Lana said still staring at the page.

"That's kind of spooky" Jason noted as he went back to fix the fire.

Jason lights a match and holds it inside the fireplace, waiting for the fire to ignite again. Lana slowly reaches out to the bloodstained page and touches the symbol delicately. The symbol begins to glow pink, and the tattoo on Lana's back is illuminated with the same colour. A surge of energy shoots through Lana causing her to roll her head back, a glow of pink filled her eyes. As the fireplace roars back to life so powerfully a small burst of flame throws Jason backwards onto the floor. The sudden wind blew strongly through the room. The pink glow in Lana's eyes fades away to leave a peaceful yet dangerous smile. Someone new had awoken from a long sleep.

Jason stands up, grunting. The fire in the fireplace is burning normally again.

"You okay?" Jason asked with great concern.

Lana stands up slowly holding the book in one hand. She looks at Jason strangely without answering, then looks down at her body, lightly touching her stomach as if to make sure she's really there.

So eerily calm she looks at him as she smiled "Never been better" Isobel said

Clark was minding his business as he puts a bale of hay down near the barn when Lois Lane pulls into the driveway behind him and gets out of her car. He turns around to see who it is and walks toward her, curiously yet almost scared that she might decide stick around.

"Hey, Lois" Clark said "What are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?"

"We're having a surprise party for Chloe's 18th birthday in your barn, remember?" Lois said

Lois opens the back door of her car, she goes to grab a book but stops as she felt the same cold feeling going through her, chilling her very soul.

"No. I remember telling you you couldn't have it here" Clark said, then notices her posture "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a little tired" Lois said, recovering from that moment "Bad dreams"

"Well maybe there trying to warn you" Clark said "To, you know, leave me alone forever, possibly"

"It takes more than creepy dreams to get rid of me Smallville" Lois said as she pulls out a cardboard box full of party decorations.

"You still can't have the party here Lois" Clark said.

"Too late now" Lois said as she hands the box to him "Everyone's already been invited, and you really don't want it getting back to Chloe that you rained on her shindig. That would hurt her feelings" she then pulls out another box and stacks it on top of the box that Clark is already holding.

"What?" Clark disbelievingly said.

"Then I'd have to hurt you" Lois said.

Lois pulls out the third and final box from her car then closes the door. She then walks toward the barn as Clark follows her.

"Listen, Lois, I don't want--" Clark began

"Can you give me a hand with these?" Lois said indicating a few things, looking as if she wasn't going to will to him "I have to get the wheels back to my dad before he notices them missing"

"Lois, we can't do this tonight" Clark tried again "The guy from Princeton's coming to meet me. Besides, my parents are out of town"

"Relax, Smallville. It's just gonna be a couple of people standing around singing Happy Birthday" Lois reassured him in her Lois way "It's not gonna be Sodom and Gomorrah. Mr. Ivy League won't even know we're here. Trust me"

Lois enters the barn, leaving Clark unable to argue further.

Isobel was in the kitchen of Lana apartment, mashing some ingredients in a stone bowl. All over the counter was covered with candles, herbs, bowls of steaming liquid, and jars of mysterious potions. When she finishes pureeing whatever was in the stone bowl, she looks over at a list of ingredients sitting next to a another bowl on the counter. Some of the ingredients have already been dutifully crossed off.

"Hair of two virgins" Isobel reads off the list.

She plucks a strand of hair from her own head and looks at it with a smile.

"Ah. We've been a good little girl, haven't we?" Isobel said as she looks down at Lana's body, as if she was talking to her.

She then giggled to herself and puts the hair in the bowl. There is a knock at the door making Isobel look over to it as Chloe and Lois enter the apartment. Isobel quickly yet discreetly covers the spell book with a washcloth.

"Hello" Chloe said pleasantly.

"Oh, you are home" Lois said almost relieved but annoyed at the same time "I've been calling, but no one answered"

Chloe looks confused at Isobel's potion making equipment, shouldn't she be wrapping presents or trying to block her view from the very present?

"Well, I've been kind of preoccupied" Isobel said, a little hazy "Science project"

Isobel looks at Lois, she knew from Lana's mind that she was Lois Lane but now that she was in front of her she looked oddly familiar. Before could say anything Chloe distracted her.

"From what century?" Chloe asked.

"It's a whole retro thing" Isobel said "I'm trying to recreate some of the stuff they did back in the 1600s"

"Oh" Chloe said, getting the feel of it.

Lana looks at them both thoughtfully as she sized them up to perfection and a small sly smile played on her lips "I really think you two are going to like it" she said.

"Damn" Lois said to Chloe "I left my phone in your car. Do you mind?"

"Oh, no. No worries." Chloe reassured "This whole smell of science is making me crave an aromatic latte anyway, so I'll just meet you downstairs with your cell phone" she looks over to Lana "Bye"

"Bye" Isobel said in the most Lana way.

"Thanks" Lois said her cousin as Chloe leaves she then turns to Isobel " What's the matter with you? You were supposed to take Chloe shopping so that I could finish everything with the party"

"Right" Isobel said feigning her unease "Must've slipped my mind"

"Well, get some traction" Lois said "Little Miss Reporter there, she can smell a ruse a mile away" Turning toward the door and facing away from Isobel to emphasise her point about Chloe "I'm going to need some serious help to keep her from ferreting out whatever it is we're planning tonight"

The cold shiver returned and for a moment Lois lost control of her body as it spun herself around to face Isobel who had reached up to pluck a strand of hair from Lois's head. Isobel retracts her empty hand away from the very confused Lois.

"What are you doing?" Lois said, regaining her composure.

"I thought I saw a grey hair" Isobel said, if it wasn't for Lois's confused look Isobel would have been wondering how Lois knew Isobel was about to pluck her hair.

Lois raised an eyebrow at her "I don't have grey hair"

"Sorry, my bad" Isobel said.

Lois looked over to potion making equipment and felt some recognition going through mind before she looks over to Isobel again.

"So what are you making? From the looks of things I say your doing a Sabrina" Lois asked.

"Why do you want to know? The stuff from the 1600's would probably bore you" Isobel said.

"Nah, sounds interesting. Since you got carried away with it" Lois said as she walked over to it "And forgot about Chloe"

Isobel rolls her eyes at Lois impatiently when Lois wasn't looking "I said I was sorry"

Lois spots something under a washcloth and frowned before removing it. Isobel makes a grab for her book and clutches it against her chest. Lois looks at her oddly.

What is up with her? Lois thought.

"Lois you have to get the party ready" Isobel said calmly "Cause we don't want Little Miss Reporter finding out what we got planned"

"Er, yeah" Lois looked at Isobel carefully "Are you alright Lana? You seem a little…different"

"Having your boyfriend fired" Isobel hinted towards Jason's situation and when she woke for the first time in 400 years "It's a bit of a wakeup call for me"

"Sorry" Lois said "Well I gotta go, Chloe is probably wondering why I haven't come down yet" she turns to leave.

Getting the better of herself Isobel asked "Lois do you believe in the whole previous life thing?"

"No" Lois said looking at Isobel "Do you?"

"No, but when I saw you for the first time I thought I recognised you as someone else" Isobel said truthfully, placing the book back onto the counter.

"Well if that whole spiritual crap thing is true then maybe we were friends in our previous life" Lois said with a shrug and left.

"Highly unlikely" Isobel muttered as turns back to the list "Two hairs of a virgin and whine of the mother land" she smiles as an idea comes to her, she leaves the apartment and go down the stairs to meet Chloe.

"I see you finally come down" Chloe noted "Finished up in there?"

"Kinda, Chloe would you mind driving me to Lex's house? I kinda need something" Isobel said "It'll only take a minute and then we could have a fun time shopping"

"Err, sure got nothing betting to do anyway" Chloe asked "What is that you need?"

"Just has an ingredient I need for my science project" Isobel said.

"Lets got then" Chloe said as she got up.

She leads Isobel out the front door and at the that moment Isobel plucked Chloe's hair.

"Ow!" Chloe yelled and turned around to glare at Isobel "What did you do that for?"

"There was a bug in your hair" Isobel said.

"You could have warn me" Chloe said, annoyed at Isobel.

"Where's the fun in that?" Isobel asked playfully.

Chloe rolled her eyes at Isobel and walked through the doors. Isobel holds up the hair and looks at it closely. She smiles with satisfaction.

"Perfect" Isobel smiled and quickly catches up to Chloe.

In the Kent's kitchen, Clark was working on a project of his own. The entire kitchen table looks like a bomb went off with shreds of blue wrapping paper, blue and red bows and ribbon, scissors, and tape covering every inch of it. Chloe's present had been clumsily wrapped in a blue paper that was being wrapped with a large red ribbon by Clark. He finally settles on a simple shoelace-type bow and slaps it, pleased. Then he picks up one of the pre-made red bows and slaps that on top of the ribbon. He sits down to inspect it as Lois looks down at Clark's attempt on the present when she enters the Kent's house.

"Are you trying to suffocate Chloe's present?" Lois asked, slightly annoyed yet in disbelief "Cause I gotta tell you your doing a fine job at that"

"Well if we had the party somewhere else it probably wouldn't be suffocating" Clark said back.

Lois raised an eyebrow in teasing manner "Not gonna happen Clarkie"

Clark sighed as he places the box down "What brings you back from the dead?" Clark said dryly.

"Funny Smallville" Lois said "I just wanted to check up on how everything was, I'm not letting Chloe's 18th birthday go down the drain because of you"

"Me?" Clark said in disbelief "What about you"

"I'm family, she can't touch me" Lois said

Clark stares at her in discontent.

"Pass the box here Smallville" Lois said, grudgingly Clark passes Lois the present as she sits down on the stool next to him "hmm" she begins to neaten it up around the edges and before Clark knew it the present looked like an actual present.

"How did you do that?" Clark asked.

"Years on the military base has taught me how to fold and neaten clothes to four inches square" Lois explained.

"And, yet, you couldn't tidy the mess you left in my room?" Clark said.

"Mess? What mess?" Lois asked jokingly "It was a piece of art I tell you"

Clark shook his head in amusement "I'm never going to get you Lane"

"And I'm never going to get you Kent" Lois said and hopped off the stool "C'mon we've gotta finish up before I have to get Chloe of Lana's hands, if anyone's going to corrupt her its me" she joked.

"Oh the horror" Clark said dryly.

"Hey, after Chloe your next Numan" Lois said.

"Did you just say Numan?" Clark asked as he got up from the stool, warily.

"Did…I?" Lois questioned it, for some reason it felt natural to call him that, then shrugged it off "Must be one of the those days, c'mon" and then goes out the door.

Clark watches her leave, he frowns worriedly and then walks after her.

Working as fast as I can on this and yeah it is quite close to the 'Spell' episode but this is my version based on it. Anyway review.