Hello. Another chapter for you all. Hope you enjoy it.

Maggie called Emily a dozen times, once she'd finally shaken off Macy and Mel and she still wasn't answering. She was worried. Had Emily left? Maggie paced up and down dialling the number again.

"Maggie stop calling me." Emily answered the phone.

"Emily!" Maggie exclaimed. "I'm so sorry about today."

Emily frowned. "Why are you sorry? You didn't know I was going to come to the Haunt." Emily shook her head with a sigh.

"Are you leaving?" Maggie asked hoping the answer was no.

Emily pressed her lips together. "No. I came here for a reason. I've gotta end it." She stared at her board.

Maggie smiled. "So you're not leaving?"

"You can't get rid of me that easily kid." Emily smiled. "So how are you doing after the whole almost drink in your face thing?"

"I'm ok." Maggie lied. "Ok I feel awful. I don't know how to make things right with Lucy." She flopped down onto her head.

"Some things you can't make right, you just have to try to do better." Emily answered.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "Ok Yoda."

Emily chuckled. "So is Harry mad at you for not telling him I was in town?"

"No. He's just… sad." Maggie admitted. "He really thought you were dead."

"It's com…"

"Complicated." Maggie finished. "I know. You know I think you should talk to each other. Whatever it is, it's obvious you still love each other, you can work it out." Maggie told her.

Emily sighed. "I think there's too much hurt there Maggie for it ever to be fixed."

"You won't know until you try." Maggie replied in a sing-song voice.

Emily chuckled. "You're getting pretty big for your boots kid."

"I guess I've been spending too much time with you." Maggie laughed.

"Uh huh." Emily smiled. "Ok kid, well I have to go." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"Ok." Maggie nodded. "And you promise you're not leaving?"

Emily nodded. "I promise, cross my heart."

"Ok, bye Em."

"Bye kid." Emily hung up the phone.

Maggie hung up her phone and headed downstairs to find Harry sat at the dining table with his head in his hands. "Harry." Maggie said softly.

Harry looked up, his eyes were red rimmed, had he been crying? "Maggie." He cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Are you?" Maggie sat down next to him and noticed he was clutching a piece of paper in his hand. "What do you have there?" She took the paper from him and saw it was an old photograph of him and Emily. "Wow, you had long hair?"

"It was the sixties." Harry rolled his eyes. "1968 to be precise."

"Wow Emily looks good for being in her seventies." Maggie's eyes widened.

Harry nodded. "Well she is half whitelighter." He smiled taking the picture back. "She was always breaking the rules." He chuckled. "Do you know she was a part of the movement that searched for alternate methods of health care for women. She was the first woman to intern at the Hilltowne Memorial Hospital." Harry sighed. "Em was the whole reason I got into women's rights. She used to say some things you can't make right, you just have to try to do better."

Maggie smiled. "She's pretty cool."

"She is." Harry sighed. "We were together for forty years." He brushed his thumb over the picture.

"What happened?" Maggie asked him.

Harry rubbed his jaw. "Her sister was killed by a demon."

Maggie gasped.

"Evelyn was Emily's older sister. She fell in love with a demon but he didn't want anything from her but her powers. He ended up killing her." Harry explained. "Emily… Took it the hardest. She claimed that there was a reason it happened. That what happened to Evie wasn't just a tragedy. She shut herself off from everyone… From me. She went after the demon on her own. I thought… I thought she didn't make but… She must have done." Harry looked back down at the picture.

Maggie placed her hand on his arm. "I'm going to tell you this because I think you two really need to talk to each other. She's staying at the motel on East Street. Room 17."

Harry placed his hand on top of Maggie's. "Thank you." He smiled. "You know she's going to kill you for telling me?"

"Or she'll be thanking me, depends on how you do." Maggie shrugged. "So do well my life is on the life." She joked standing up and heading to leave before turning around. "Oh take my advice before you go… Maybe shower… shave, change your clothes."

Harry nodded. "I think you're right."

"I'm always right." Maggie smiled. "Night Harry."

"Goodnight Maggie." Harry watched the young witch leave.

Cry Little Sister

Harry showered, shaved and changed into his dark grey suit with a white shirt and a baby blue tie. He stopped by a florist and picked up bunch of pink peonies, her favourite flower before heading over to the motel on East Street. Harry stood outside room 17 and hesitated fear coming in as he thought about what would happen once he knocked.

Stealing himself Harry knocked on the door three times.

Emily looked up from the file she was reading. She waved her hand and concealed her work before getting up and opening the door. "Harry." She took a small step back. "What? How?" Realisation crossed her face. "Maggie."

"Can I come in?" Harry asked softly. "Please."

Emily sighed. "I… Sure." She stepped back and let him into the room.

Harry stepped into the room and looked around. "I brought you these." He held out the flowers. "Are they still your favourite?"

Emily smiled taking the flowers. "They are. Thank you." She looked down at the flowers unable to look him in the eye. "Harry I…"

Harry couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed her face in his hand and kissed her hard. He pulled back and shook his head. "I don't care. I don't care about why or how or where… I just want you back. I've spent ten years without you and I can't spend another second without you." He shook his head. "I love you."

Emily felt the tears well in her eyes. "I love you too." She admitted. "God I love you." She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him into her, kissing him passionately.

It was a blur of tearing clothes and passionate kisses and lustful touches. Like they were trying to make up for ten years in ten minutes.

Cry Little Sister

Harry and Emily lay on the bed a tangle or sheets and limbs.

"Oh I've missed these hands." Emily said lacing her fingers with his. "I missed you."

"Why did you leave?" Harry asked her.

Emily sighed. "I didn't want to. By the time I got back I… I don't know."

Harry kissed the side of her head. "Where did you go?"

Emily shook her head. "I… I can't Harry… I just… I can't go there." She had tears in her eyes again. "I'm sorry. I want to give you an explanation but I…"

"You can't. I get it." Harry pulled away and sat up rubbing his jaw. "We were married for forty years and…"

"I think you'll find technically we're still married." Emily replied dryly getting up off the bed touching the ring hanging from a chain around her neck. "I see you took yours off."

"After mourning you for five years." Harry argued. "Charity…"

Emily scoffed. "Oh of course Charity was involved. Now it makes perfect sense! How long did it take for her to make a move?" She snarled pulling on her underwear.

Harry got up off the bed. "You cannot still be jealous…"

"She had her snakey little eyes on you from the moment she met you." Emily glared at him. "So come on tell me the truth. Did you two…?"

Harry sighed. "It was a long time after you…"

Emily gaped at him. "I wasn't expecting you to actually tell me the truth!"

"But you said…"

"I didn't want you to tell me the truth!" Emily ran a hand through her hair. "How was she?"

Harry opened his mouth.

"Don't answer that!" Emily exclaimed.

Harry walked over to her. "No one compares to you." He shook his head.

Emily looked up at him. "You really mean that?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I was miserable when you left. I didn't leave the house for six months."

"Really?" Emily asked.

"Really." Harry confirmed. "Feel better?"

Emily gave him a small smile. "A little." She sighed. "But seriously Charity?"

Harry chuckled. "Please before me you dated that guy… Chip. You remember he didn't even know how to use an electric pencil sharpener?"

Emily nodded. "Oh yeah. I remember him. He had nothing on you."

"And Charity has nothing on you." Harry promised. "Look it was one night. I was drunk, sad and lonely." He told her leaning down and kissed her softly. He pulled back and sighed. "I never thought I'd get to look into these eyes again."

Emily smiled. "I dreamt about you every night. You were all that kept me going."

Harry sighed. "I wish you'd tell me what happened?"

"Disney got it wrong… Wishes don't always come true." Emily shook her head. "What happened to it doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't." Harry agreed. "Because my wish did come true. For ten years I've been wishing you would come back to me. And you did."

Emily smiled. "That has to be the cheesiest line ever!" She exclaimed. "But I like it." She pulled him in to her and kissed him.

Harry smiled against her lips. "So… What do we now?"

"Well right now you get that cute tush of yours back into bed because we have a lot of time to make up for." Emily smirked at him. "Then maybe in the morning you could take me out for breakfast." She traced a circle on his chest with her finger.

"I like the sound of that." Harry bent down and picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed.

So it's not going to be easy for Emily and Harry, there's still a lot they're going to have to work through. But at the end of the day, they love each other and at the minute Harry is just so happy to have her back. Tune in next time to find out what happens and please review :)