A/N: I'm thrilled that my first chapter already found so many readers. Thanks to all readers and reviewers. This chapter turned out a lot longer than I thought, but I don't think you'll mind, right? Now without further wait, here is chapter 2. Enjoy!

nextgeneration123 Now where would the fun be, if I told you. Maybe if you read the chapter you'll find out. ;)

countrybaby No Bella never met Cleo, Emma and Rikki. I started my story after season 2.

Previously... Sarah, Amber, Emily and Rachel were celebrating their one year anniversary, when they get a vision of a girl. They try to find out who the girl is. Then Rachel's necklace gives them the location of the girl. Meanwhile Rachel thinks her mother knows more than she lets on. Now on to the chapter.

Chapter 2: Ireland

Partially smirking at Amber, because it had worked, Emily said, "Looks like we're going to Ireland."

"Rockport, Ireland to be exact," Sarah pointed out, excitedly, "Great, that means we can find that person."

"Sorry to be the one to rain on your parade, but how do you intend to get there? Not like Ireland is around the corner," Rachel objected. Sarah and Emily looked at Rachel, clearly realizing that a destination didn't bring them anything, if they had no means of getting there.

"Rachel's right. Though it would be cool to swim there, it would take ages. Not to mention that we would be exhausted when we get there," Sarah admitted.

"Damn it," Emily grumbled, thoughtfully, "What now?"

Amber, who still wasn't satisfied, looked at her down friends and cursed herself. Getting up, she told them, "Stay here. I'll be right back." The girls stared at the blonde, who slammed the door shut behind her.

They exchanged a weird glance. "Any idea what that was about?" Rachel asked her friends, but they just shook their heads, just as perplexed.

Slightly annoyed Amber stormed out of Emily's house and across the lawn to her own. Stopping in front of her door, Amber took several breaths to calm herself before she entered. After a quick glance, she found the person she was looking for. Her dad. "Hey dad," Amber said in her sweetest daughter voice as she leaned from behind on the chair her dad was sitting in, "What are you up to?"

Zane closed the newspaper he was reading and looked at his daughter. "What do you want, Amber?" he asked dryly.

"I'm hurt," Amber replied, playing the innocent as she sat down in front of him, "Why do you think that I would want anything?"

"Because every time you use that tone, you want something, like a raise of your allowance," Zane retorted, "So what do you want?"

Amber frowned, but then told him, "Okay, you got me. Sarah, Emily, Rachel and I need plane tickets to Ireland."

"Ireland? What do you need tickets to Ireland for?" Zane asked, confused.

"Remember that girl I told you about? The one Rachel, Sarah, Emily and I saw in our vision. We just found out that she lives in Ireland," Amber explained.

"Listen I understand that this is important to you, but don't you think this is a bit extreme? You have no idea what awaits you there? For all you know it could be really dangerous and then you'll be in a strange country without help. I'm sorry, but I won't buy the tickets for you," Zane retorted.

"What? Dad, I'm old enough to take care of myself and I'm with my friends. Not to mention that we're not ordinary girls. We're mermaids," Amber protested, brought up, but then continued more calmly, "Like you said this is important to me, so please. Even if it is dangerous, we can't just ignore what the moon pool showed us. If we did, we would forever live in fear."

Zane stared at his daughter, astonished at the sincere and emotional speech. He rarely ever saw his daughter like this. "Oh for goodness sake, buy her the tickets," Rikki said, coming in from the kitchen, having heard everything.

"Mom," Amber whispered, while both father and daughter stared at her.

Looking at his wife, Zane sighed, "Okay, I can tell when I'm beat. You get your tickets."

Amber jumped up, beaming, "Thank you, daddy." With a hug and a peck on the cheek, Amber danced out of the house again. "

Did you have to butt in?" Zane asked his wife, "I was trying to teacher our daughter that she can't have everything she asks for."

"Oh, please. You were putty in her hands after that speech. You couldn't have turned down anything," Rikki smirked as she walked up to her husband, "Not to mention that you shouldn't meddle in mermaid affairs."

"Okay, I admit it," Zane gave in, "She knows how to get to me, our princess."

"And what am I, if Amber is the princess?" Rikki inquired, playing the hurt victim.

"You are of course the queen," Zane told her and kissed her.

Meanwhile Amber had made it back to Emily's room. "Okay, we have our flight," she smiled.

"How did you do that?" Emily questioned, perplexed.

"You just need the right connections," Amber smirked.

"Good, then we're off to Ireland," Sarah cheered.

"Actually," Rachel cut in, "I think I should stay here." Her friends stared at her, confused as Rachel continued, "How am I supposed to explain this to my mother? I think it's best if I stay here. I can keep the fort down while you're gone and help with any inquires you might have."

"I guess you're right," Sarah gave in reluctantly, sad that they wouldn't be able to go together.

Silently Rachel added in her thoughts, "I'm sorry, but if I left my mother would figure something out. Besides I can't be a lot of use anyway. Without any magic."

Amazingly Zane had been able to get three tickets very quickly and only two days later the girls were at the Gold Coast Airport, ready to face whatever fate, or possibly the moon pool, had in store for them in Ireland. They had said good bye to their families and Rachel, who they promised to keep updated. "You guys realize something?" Sarah asked as they stood in the entrance hall of the airport.

"You mean that we met here for the first time a year ago?" Amber smiled, facing her friends.

"So much has happened," Emily replied, but then looked at a clock, which hung over the entrance, "We should get going. We don't want to miss our flight."

After having passed security and hanging out in a lounge, the three mermaids boarded the plane, which soon took off. Thanks to Zane's frequent flyer miles they had even been able to fly business class. "This is so cool," Sarah mused, "I never flew before and now I get to fly business class."

"You never flew before? I've flown so many times, I can't count them all. A lot of times business class in fact," Amber replied, surprised.

"Not everyone has flown as much as you, Amber. I mean a flew a couple of times, but never business, only economy," Emily pointed out.

With the little debate on flight travel over the girls began to occupy themselves. Emily read a book, while Amber first watched the in-flight movie, but then listened to music and Sarah read a magazine. At one point Sarah put down the magazine and asked the question that had been on her mind since they had gotten on the plane, "Say Emily, why don't you tell your brother what you are?"Surprised Emily looked up from her book, while Amber pulled her headset from her ears to listen in. "I mean, your parents know and your brother is old enough to handle the responsibility of not telling anyone. Not to mention you wouldn't have to be on guard in your own house," Sarah pointed out.

Sighing Emily closed her book and explained, "I know that, it's just really different from telling mom and dad. They already knew of mermaids. Telling them didn't change their view on the world. If I told my brother, his entire world would be turned upside down. Suddenly mythical creatures, mermaids, exist." Though nobody was listening in on them, Emily said the last few words very carefully.

"Why do you ask? Is it because of your little sibling?" Amber inquired.

Sarah nodded, softly, answering, "It's just, up until now everyone in my family knew what I am. When my little brother or sister comes, how should we handle it? I mean during the first few years it'll be irrelevant, but then… Would it be better to tell him or her or to keep it a secret? To make him understand why his big sister can't go swimming with him and such."

"I can't answer that question for you. It's your secret to share. You must decide on your own, but take my advice. Wait until he or she is old enough and then see what happens," Emily retorted and Sarah nodded, understandingly.

Like that the 20 hour flight passed with the girls sleeping or keeping themselves busy. Finally they arrived in Ireland. After they collected their luggage, the girls walked into the lobby, where they came to an abrupt halt. Outside the rain was coming down hard. There was no way they could get out without turning into a mermaid, never mind hailing a cab. "Right, the weather is said not to be the best around here," Emily muttered, "Anyone got any ideas?"

"Wait until it stops?" Sarah suggested with a shrug.

Amber turned to a worked of the airport and asked, "Excuse me, do you know when the rain will let up?"

"In 1 or 2 maybe," he replied.

"Minutes?" Amber inquired, which only made the worker laugh, "Hours, but only if you're lucky."

With that Amber turned back to her friends and whispered, "I think this calls for some magic." Sarah nodded, quickly glancing around to make sure that no one was watching her and then activated her magic. Moving her hand, she willed the clouds to stop giving off rain and to do so for a few minutes.

With her handy work done, she ushered, "We have to hurry. This won't last for very long." Quickly the girls took their suitcases and found a cab.

After a half a hour drive they arrived in the small, seaside town Rockport. It looked very peaceful as they drove along the promenade to their hotel, the only hotel in the area to be exact. Up in their room, the girls unpacked. "So this is Rockport," Amber mumbled, thoughtfully, looking out the window.

"I like it," Sarah said, "It's so different from the Gold Coast. So peaceful."

"So should we go looking for that girl? I mean we only have a few days here, but I'm pretty tired," Emily asked.

"It's pretty early. We could sleep till noon or so and then go," Sarah suggested and the others agreed.

After their short nap the girls got ready to go out. "You know I just realized something," Amber said, observing the few tourists that walked about below the window.

"What?" the other two asked.

"Even if we are now Ireland, how do we find her? I mean we have no idea where this girl could be."

The other two froze. Amber was right. "You know I realized that we haven't called Rachel yet. Lets do that first," Sarah suggested and the blondes nodded.

The girls got out a phone and dialed Rachel's number. "Hey Rachel," the girls chorused on loudspeaker when their friend picked up.

"Hey guys," Rachel replied, "I take it you arrived safely in Rockport."

"You got it," Sarah said.

"So do you have any leads on where to find her?" Rachel asked, leaning back in her chair in her room.

"That's the problem. We have no clue where to start," Emily answered.

"Not that this place is that big," Amber cut in.

"Any suggestions?" Sarah questioned.

"Hm, not really, sorry," Rachel mumbled, thoughtfully, toying with her necklace, "Since Rockport isn't really big, I guess you could just go searching for her in hope of finding her."

"Seems like the only choice we have," Emily sighed.

"Don't worry. You'll find her for sure," Rachel assured her friends, "After all you are mermaids." Just then her mother came into her room. Rachel stared, praying that her mother hadn't heard the last comment. They seemed to be having a staring contest of sorts.

"Hello? Rachel you still there?" Emily's voice came out of the phone, causing the mother-daughter stare off to be interrupted. Charlotte made no notion of leaving and sat down on Rachel's bed. Rachel knew she couldn't have her mother eavesdropping on her conversation, if you could call it that, since Charlotte obviously wasn't even pretending to not listen in, nor could she send her mother out, without making herself suspicious, at least not anymore than she already was.

"Sorry guys," Rachel finally said, turning back to her phone, "I have to go."

"Is everything alright?" Sarah asked, hearing the strain in her friend's voice.

"Everything is fine. I'll talk to you later. Good luck. Bye," Rachel replied, quickly and hung up before her friends could even say good bye.

Putting her phone down, Rachel turned to her mother. "Can I help you?" Rachel asked, not making it a secret that she was not amused about her mother's behavior and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Was that your friends? Where are they that you have to call them?" Charlotte asked, a seemingly harmless question.

"If you must know, they are in Ireland," Rachel replied.

"Ireland? What are they doing there?" Charlotte inquired.

"Visiting a friend," the daughter retorted, her temper flaring up. Rachel could tell that she was close to losing it.

"And they didn't take you along?" Charlotte questioned innocently.

That did it for Rachel. "Because I don't know the friend," she snapped, but then realized what was happening to her and took a deep breath to calm herself, "Was there a reason you came in here?"

"I wanted to know if you are going to join me for dinner," Charlotte told her, completely ignoring her daughter's outburst.

"Sorry, I already ate," Rachel answered, curtly, "Now that you know that you can leave."

"Actually can I see your necklace for a moment?" the mother questioned, eying the necklace around her daughter's neck. It took all of Rachel's control to stay impartial and not protectively grab the necklace and yell at her mother to never go near it. Instead an icy minute passed before her shaking hands went to the clasp of her necklace and undid it. The overbearing presence of the magic stones immediately lessened to a feeling in her hand, like when you hold a warm object in it. Rachel held the necklace out to her mother. When Charlotte took it, the presence almost instantly vanished from her mind and it was almost a relief to not feel it for once. Charlotte stared at the necklace now in her hand. Once again Rachel caught herself wondering how much her mother really knew. Did she feel the presence too? If she did, Rachel saw no sign of it in her mother's face.

Finally Charlotte said, "They're very pretty. What kind of rocks are these? I never did ask." Rachel shrugged as her mother handed back the necklace. She suspected her mother recognized the moon pool rocks, if not at least it seemed familiar to her.

"Well then good night, Rachel," Charlotte said as she got up and left. With a sigh Rachel dropped onto her bed. She couldn't believe she had lost her temper. She rarely did and usually she regretted it afterwards. Even now Rachel regretted it, even though her mother deserved the rage directed at her. Rachel held up her necklace, staring at the three rocks. Hopefully Sarah, Amber and Emily had more luck than she did.

Meanwhile the three mermaids wandered through the streets of Rockport. Each of them had donned a rain jacket and had an umbrella in hand, in case of another downpour. After Rachel's abrupt end to their call, they had decided they could do little else than hope that fate made them stumble across that girl's path.

So far they had walked through all the streets of Rockport and along the promenade. Also they had stopped in several shops. A few times they thought they saw the girl, but each time they had been mistaken.

Frustrated Amber let herself drop into the sand with a groan. It was already late afternoon. "We've been everywhere in this town and nothing," Amber muttered, "What if she's on vacation or indoors all day?"

"We can't think like that," Sarah chided, looking out at the ocean, "We will find her. The moon pool wouldn't send us here without a reason."

"We still have tomorrow to search for her. We have to make the best of that day," Emily told them and they nodded.

Just then Sarah felt something on her rain jacket. Looking at it, she saw a raindrop. "We have to get out off here," Sarah said, "It's starting to rain."

"But where to? The hotel is too far away," Amber objected.

"Look over there. A café. We can stay there until the rain stops," Emily suggested, pointing to a shop on the promenade not far from them. Quickly the girls hurried to it and luckily just as they arrived it started to pour.

"I am really starting to hate this place," Amber muttered, looking out at the rain, "Isn't there a day that it doesn't rain?" Emily nearly began a lecture of weather in this region and the different factors which influenced this, but decided against it in the last second. No need to agitate her friend more than she already was.

"Welcome to Rockport Café. What can I get you?" someone suddenly asked the girls from behind them.

"Nothing thank you. We're just taking shelter from the…," Sarah began, but the words ebbed in her throat, when she turned around to look at the waitress. Emily turned to see why her friend had stopped talking and her mouth, like Sarah's, fell open. Amber still stared at the pouring rain, when she felt someone tug on her sleeve.

"What…," Amber started annoyed, but then she also stared, wide eyed and mouth ajar. There standing before them stood the girl from their vision.

The waitress shrank back a little under the stares of the three girls. "Is something the matter?" she asked, timidly, "Is something on my face?"

"We need to talk to you," Amber finally said.

"Ah, sure. What about?" the waitress questioned.

"What do you know about mermaids?" Sarah inquired and the girl's eyes widened noticeably.

"I'm sorry. I can't help you with that," the waitress replied, taking a step backwards, "Excuse me. I have other customers to take care of. If you wish take a seat somewhere." With that the waitress ran back into the crowded café.

Amber was about to run after her, but her friends held her back. "Now is not the time," Emily told her, softly.

"But she knows something," Amber objected.

"And she'll still know it when her shift is over. We'll wait for her until then," Sarah said, firmly and Amber reluctantly nodded.

"Looks like it stopped raining. We shouldn't alarm her more than we already did. Lets wait outside somewhere," Emily suggested and the others agreed.

Walking back across the street to the beach, the girls made sure to steer clear of any puddles. Suddenly a girl ran past them, bumping into Sarah while doing so. Luckily Emily was able to catch Sarah before she fell into a puddle. "Hey! Get back here and apologize!" Amber called after the blonde, but she just kept running.

"Leave her. It must be important, if she's in such a hurry. Besides nothing happened," Sarah replied, laying a calming on her friend.

"She was still rude," Amber grumbled, but walked on anyway.

After Amber had dried a bench, they sat down and waited. It seemed like they waited for hours, but in reality it was probably only one or two. They busied themselves with various topics of conversation, but at some point they just went quiet and waited.

They were ready to go back to the hotel, when Emily spied the girl coming out of the café. "She's done," Emily told her friends while elbowing Amber carefully into the ribs, since she had been close to falling asleep. The girls watched as the waitress, nervously looking around, walked towards the beach. She didn't seem them. Quietly the three mermaids followed her, waiting for a good moment to make their presence known. At last they were far enough from the town and any humans to approach her.

"Excuse me," Emily finally said, causing the waitress to whip around, her eyes widening when she saw the three again.

"You…," she stammered, "What do you want from me?"

"We already told you what we want," Amber reminded her, "We want to know what you know about mermaids."

"I already told you that I don't know anything," the waitress protested, taking a step back.

"We know that that's not true," Sarah retorted, calmly.

"Listen no matter how many times you ask, I don't know anything," the waitress told them, though it was more a weak protest than anything else.

"You sure about that?" Amber asked in a threatening voice.

"Don't even think about it, Amber. We're not hurting anyone," Emily reprimanded her friend.

Suddenly Sarah exclaimed, "Emily watch out!" Unknowingly the quartette had moved closer to the water and a wave was coming towards Emily, who was closest to the water. Without thinking Emily used her magic to freeze the wave in its tracks, shortly before it hit her knees. The waitress stared at wave and then at the three girls, who had taken several steps away from the water.

"What are you?" she asked, stammering.

The mermaids looked at each other and nodded in a silent agreement. "You'll probably not believe this, but we're mermaids," Sarah confessed.

The waitress' eyes scanned them from head to toe before she whispered, "You're mermaids?" The three nodded. Finally she continued, "This is not the place for this. See that cliff over there out by the ocean? If you are really mermaids, you'll find me. We'll meet there." She pointed into the direction of a cliff in the distance before she walked off, leaving the three mermaids behind.

Amber, Sarah and Emily stared at each other, perplexed. "What was that?" Amber asked.

"I have no idea, but I guess we should go to that cliff," Sarah replied with a shrug.

"But where? She didn't exactly give us much to go on," Emily pointed out. They stood there for a moment.

"It's-It's a moon pool," Sarah suddenly stammered, making her friends look at her.

"What?" the blondes questioned.

"Over there in the direction that the girl pointed, I can feel a moon pool. Or at least a very similar presence to Claire's and our moon pool," Sarah explained, "Can't you feel it?" Looking hard to the cliff, the blondes had to agree with Sarah.

"Then lets see if you're right," Amber said and they dove into the water. They quickly arrived at the cliff's side and found a opening to go under it. Surfacing they gasped. They were in a cave that had the same blue walls as their own moon pool and of course a pool of water. To one side the cave wall was gone, giving view to a beautiful ocean scenery. "This place is amazing," Sarah gasped. The other two could only nod.

"You think we're right? She doesn't seem to be here," Emily asked, doubtfully.

"She has to come. I can't imagine what else she could have meant," Amber objected.

"Don't worry. You're correct here," the voice of the waitress rang through the cave, making the mermaids turn to the entrance of the cave on land, "You really are mermaids." She smiled with relief.

"And what are you? How do you know of this place?" Amber demanded.

"It called me to it," the waitress explained and dove into the moon pool. The girls stared at the spot where she had disappeared. When she resurfaced, Emily's, Sarah's and Amber's jaw nearly dropped to the bottom of the pool. In front of them was the waitress now in the same signature bronze bikini top and fin made of scales as their own. "

You're a mermaid," Sarah muttered and the girl nodded.

"I'm sorry, if I was unfriendly earlier, but I'm sure you understand why," the waitress told them and the others nodded, "I'm Taylor, by the way."

"I'm Emily. This is Amber and Sarah," Emily introduced them, pointing to her friends respectively when she said their name.

"How did you know I was a mermaid?" Taylor asked, "No one has figured it yet."

"Actually we didn't know," Amber spoke up, "A few days ago our moon pool in Australia showed us a vision of you and shortly after that where you were. We decided to come looking for you."

"So you came looking for me, half way around the world, though you have no reason why. You didn't even know if I was home," Taylor pointed out and the others nodded.

"That about sums it up," Emily replied, "That doesn't sound any smarter now than it did before we came, even though we now found you."

"May I ask, what powers do you have? I mean you froze the water," Taylor asked.

"Sure. Well, like you said I can freeze water and create snow and such," Emily began and Sarah continued, "I have the ability to control water and the wind."

"And I can boil water and create lightning and fire," Amber ended, "So which power do you have?"

"None," Taylor replied.

"What do you mean none? Everyone has one," Emily asked. "I mean that I have none of those. Let me show you."

Taylor stretched her hand out, her hand wide open as if she was holding a huge doorknob. With her palm upward she did a turning motion and the water in front of them in a small hole turned into gelatin. Emily leaned forward to stare at it and poke it. "Gelatin," she muttered and Taylor nodded.

Now it turned back to water. "I can turn water into gelatin, but it will turn back to water after a while or I can make it permanently solid," Taylor explained.

"Amazing. So different moon pools grant different powers," Sarah said.

"So how long have you been mermaids?" Taylor inquired, curiously.

"For a bit more than a year," Emily answered, "What about you?"

Meekly Taylor answered, a bit embarrassed, "For about 10 years."

"Ten years!" the three mermaids exclaimed. They had thought that their year as a mermaid had been an eternity, but Taylor's ten years made their time disappear in comparison.

"So you've been a mermaid alone for 10 years now?" Amber questioned.

"Yes. Back when I was 7 I went for a walk in the fields above the cliff here. Suddenly I felt something calling me. It didn't really call, but it was a force that pulled me to a hole in the cliff. The hole leads to the entrance that I entered through before. I felt so at home here for some reason. I played in this cave for hours and didn't realize that it had become night. All of the sudden the moon pool began to glow as the full moon appeared overhead. As you know it turned me into a mermaid. Since then I've been keeping it a secret," Taylor told them.

"And no one ever found out?" Sarah asked to which Taylor shook her head.

They talked for a long time about their different stories. Sarah, Amber and Emily told of their mothers, Rachel and the two close battles that they had. Taylor preferred to listen, but told a bit of her life as a lone mermaid and how she had fooled everyone into believing that she was still normal.

At last the sun had fallen and darkness had set on Rockport. "You should go back to your hotel now. It's going to start raining soon," Taylor told them.

"How do you know that?" Emily asked, looking at the cloudy sky, which looked no different than the other times she had seen it.

"You could say that living in Ireland as a mermaid you either learn to feel the change in the weather or you're exposed," Taylor told them, "I guess it's like when people say a body part hurts when it becomes cold or something, but in my case I just feel it."

"Amazing," Sarah whispered.

"How do you do it? I mean with so much rain, it doesn't seem like you can go anywhere," Amber questioned.

"You should see my attendance record. It's pretty bad, because of the rain here, but if it's an important day, like when there's a test, I go in full rain gear. Though that sometimes doesn't mean I make it there dry," Taylor said.

"Don't your parents wonder why you have so many skipped classes?" Emily inquired.

Taylor paused for a second, looking out at the ocean before answering, "They don't seem to mind. As long as my grades are good, which they are, and I don't collect too many of them, they don't say anything."

"Lucky you," Amber muttered.

"Anyway you should get going. The rain is nearly here," Taylor told them, going back to their original subject.

"What about you?" Sarah asked.

"I live nearby, so you don't have to worry," Taylor assured them. With a goodbye the three friends swam away, leaving Taylor behind. "They're really interesting," she whispered.

Just as Taylor had predicted it soon started to rain, but luckily Sarah, Emily and Amber had made it back to the hotel in time. "That was close," Amber muttered, looking out the window at the rain, "She really can feel the rain."

"Well if you lived here you would feel the need to feel rain coming too. We should consider ourselves lucky that we live in Australia," Sarah said, joining her friend at the window.

"Taylor made a valid point," Emily mumbled, making her friends look their friend, who was laying on her bed, "The moon pool send us here, but why? Just to meet her? There has to be more."

"Even if you say that it doesn't seem like there's a conspiracy here. Taylor seems really nice," Amber pointed out, "We should be glad that we don't have to face a crazed person, or a mermaid hunter perhaps."

"I know, but where is the logic in it all?" Emily questioned.

"We're mermaids. Tell me what part of that is logical?" Amber retorted.

"Stop it, you guys," Sarah intercepted them, "What if we invite Taylor to come to Australia with us? I mean she does have vacation like us right now."

"That's a great idea. We can ask her tomorrow," Emily smiled. Tired from their long, but successful day the girls were soon asleep.

The next day the three made their way to the address that Taylor had given them. They soon stood at a fenced in family house. It had a beautiful garden around it. Like Taylor had said it was on the outskirts of Rockport and thus very close to the moon pool. They walked up to the door and rang the bell. A moment later an older women, who had a similarity to Taylor. The woman eyed the trio before asking, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"We're friends of Taylor's. Is she home?" Emily told her.

"Taylor, you have visitors!" the woman called over her shoulder and then turned back to the girls, "I'm Taylor's mom. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Just then Taylor came downstairs. Seeing her fellow mermaids, she smiled. "Mom, theses are my friends Amber, Emily and Sarah," she introduced them, "You guys this is my mother, Bella. Come in." Taylor led the three upstairs into her bedroom. It was a pretty plain room with the typical furniture like a bed, desk, etc. Sarah smiled, looking out the window. From there she could see the cliff, where the moon pool was situated.

Once everyone was settled Taylor asked, "So what do I owe the pleasure to?"

"As you know we're going to be flying back to Australia tomorrow morning," Emily began, not sure how to ask the question as Taylor just nodded.

"What we're trying to ask, if you would want to come with us," Sarah continued, "To Australia."

Taylor stared at them. Taylor rung for words for a moment before whispering, "I'm sorry. I have to decline." She looked to the side.

"Why?" Amber demanded to know.

"It's just that I don't think my parents can afford it. Plus I still have my shifts at the café and homework that I still need to do," Taylor explained.

The three mermaids looked at her, a bit disappointed. "That's okay, I guess," Emily said, "Will we meet again tonight and at least say good bye to one another?"

"No, sorry. I have another shift," Taylor muttered, her head low, "I hope that you found what you were looking for and that you have a good flight. Call me when you are back." The trio took it as their sign to leave and gave Taylor a quick goodbye. Opening the door, they ran into Bella, who had a tray of cookies and juice. The girls walked past her and Bella just stared after them.

Bella walked up to her daughter, placing the tray on the table. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she said, "Why don't you go with them? I know we're not rich, but our financial situation is that bad. If you want, you can go. Besides even the manager said that you have been taking so many shifts, that you could take vacation for a while."

Bella moved over to Taylor, but Taylor shot up and walked to the door. "I'm going out," Taylor mumbled and walked out.

The next day Sarah, Emily and Amber had taken a taxi to the airport. "So you think that we found what we were looking for?" Sarah questioned, thoughtfully. What Taylor had said hadn't left her head.

"I don't know," Emily muttered.

"And we never will," Amber muttered, still annoyed at Taylor, "Unless the moon pool starts to talk. Come on. It's no use crying over spilled milk. We'll only miss our plane."

They started to head for the check in counter when someone exclaimed, "Wait you guys!" Turning around, they were faced with a red faced and out of breath Taylor.

"Taylor? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked, confused as much as the other two.

"I want to apologize for yesterday. I was out of line," Taylor replied.

"Is that all?" Amber asked, her voice still slightly icy.

"No. I've decided to go to Australia with you. Not on this flight, but I will follow you in a day or two," Taylor told them.

"That's great," Emily smiled, "Are you sure about this?"

"As sure as I will ever be," Taylor assured her, though it still sounded a bit unsure, "You should get going though. You'll miss your flight."

After a group hug and a pleasant farewell, Taylor waved as Emily, Sarah and Amber disappeared behind the security. Taylor's smile immediately vanished. "I really hope this was the right decision," she whispered as she turned back to leave. As expected it was raining. Was this a bad omen?

A/N: The girls have found Taylor, but does that mean everything is smooth sailing from now on? Why did Taylor suddenly change her mind? How will Rachel react to meeting Taylor? Is the rain really a bad omen? Please review.