I had a brain wave while I was at OPC camp last week and it sort of morphed into this story. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If i was Cate Tiernan I would write myself into the books and be a super Wiccan bad ass who kicks the bad guys butts and wins Hunters heart...Sadly that only happens in my dreams, me who DOES NOT OWN SWEEP!!

Positive.

The pregnancy test stared Morgan in the face, leering at her and tainting her. Morgan closed her eyes and slowly breathed. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was pregnant. Innocent, caring, 17-year-old Morgan Rowlands was pregnant.

It was only three weeks since Hunter had left for Canada, since Morgan had given herself to him. Although Hunter had had second thoughts their desires had won through. They had spent that one wonderful night together before Hunter left to find his parents.

She had felt fine until yesterday when all of a sudden she knew. It was like switch had been flicked and she could see. She immediately bought a pregnancy test and here she was. Pregnant.

Oh crap.

Struggling to stay calm she buried the test in the trash then retreated to her room. She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking. She wondered how Hunter would react to the news. He would be surprised, of course, but Morgan knew he would be a great father. Goddess how she missed him. She wanted to talk to him and hold him and kiss him. She wanted him to be here to share this experience with her, however unwanted it might be.

Just then she had a brainwave. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out her makeshift alter. She placed a candle in the centre and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of it. She lit the wick with her mind then settled into a light meditation.

Hunter she thought, projecting his image into the flame. His ruffled blonde hair and sea green eyes, his lean body and his loving smile. I need to see Hunter. Her eyes bore into the flame and she willed it to reveal its secrets.

She saw a cottage. It had a full, wonderful garden and looked quaint and mystic. Everything had a light dusting of snow on it. Morgan wondered why it was showing her this, unless this was where Hunters parents were living. The image changed to what she was sure was inside the cottage. The fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace and a cat was sprawled on the hearth in front of it. The furniture was modest but nice and went along with the theme of the house nicely.

Then she saw Hunter…and her.

She was a young woman in her twenties with curly red hair. She was short but had generous womanly curves.

And she was kissing Hunter.

Morgan's Hunter.

Hunter was returning the kiss with just as much passion, his hands roaming freely around her body and moaning with desire. Abruptly he pulled away and seemed to stare right at Morgan. Her breathing stopped as she saw his eyes register confusion then disbelief then regret. His face crumpled and he seemed to plead.

"Morgan"

His lips moved but she heard no sound. Her heart was pounding and her lungs seemed to be working overtime to sustain her oxygen needs. She wretched her eyes away from the candle and sank to the floor, sobbing. Her whole world seemed to crash around her, burying her under tonnes of crushing rubble. She had to get out. She couldn't breathe, couldn't survive. She couldn't stay here knowing that Hunter would one day come back after kissing another woman. She clutched at her stomach, to protect her unborn baby. She knew what she had to do.

Ten minutes later she had a bag packed with some clothes and a little food. She didn't know where she would go of how long she would be travelling. She would stop at the bank on her way out of town and empty her savings account. She grabbed her bag and took one last look at her room. She had her mother's coven tools with her and some wiccan books and her BOS and not much else. She only wanted to take as much as she could carry. She headed downstairs and got three pieces of paper from the study. She had some letters to write.

Man this chapter is so much shorter than I though it would be. Well tell me what you think of it. If I don't get to many reviews I don't think I'll keep updating. Feel free to flame me but don't be too harsh. If you're bitchy I'll ignore you. Love and Peace. Super Secret out.