A/N: Since Jack's dreams, rather than daydreams, became more prominent in the story, I changed the title appropriately. Just thought I'd mention it.


Chapter 4

A couple of days later, Jack tried to keep his eyes open while he played some pool with Carey in the Bell's basement. The guitar player was letting off some steam, since Molly had been working everyone to the point of exhaustion. As Carey took his turn, Jack realized he hadn't been listening to what his friend was saying, and woke himself up. "Huh? What did you say, Carey?" Jack asked, then grimaced when he noticed he had blue chalk on his cheek from leaning on his pool stick.

"Look, no offense, Jack, but your mother is crazy," Carey ranted, thankfully unaware that Jack had been halfway to dreamland. He let out a deep breath before shooting a striped ball into a corner pocket. "It's been non-stop," he complained. "She's trying to get three songs in this week. Three! And we had to have extra practice for a gig this weekend!" He aimed for another ball, but thanks to his emotional state, missed it by a mile. "Your turn," he muttered, then plopped himself down on a nearby bar stool.

As he looked over the table, Jack yawned for maybe the tenth time in the last five minutes. "Just put up with it for a little while, Carey," he said. "I'm sure Mom will cool down eventually. She's just had a lot of issues with my sister."

"I know," Carey grumbled "It's just hard to be understanding when you start getting blisters on top of blisters from playing so much." He paused. "By the way, did you ever find out what Molly's so freaked out about? Even my mom is worried."

Jack shrugged. To be honest, he'd talked with his mother about it...but he wasn't really satisfied. It'd been painfully obvious that she was keeping secrets from him. But as just thinking about that made his anger spike, he tried to downplay it in front of Carey, who had enough anger towards Molly of his own. "She'd just adjusting to having a more open mind when it comes to my sister's ridiculous stories," he explained truthfully. "She'll probably get over it soon."

"No, there's definitely something else there," Carey insisted. "My mom said that Molly had even told her she was keeping some big secret from everybody. Did Molly tell you at least?"

Again, there was the rising fury. Jack barely managed to keep it down. "No," he answered. Carey raised an eyebrow at that. "Yeah, I know, it's weird," Jack said. "But I'm trying not to think about it." Then he let out another big yawn.

"Well apparently it's keeping you up at night," Carey pointed out. "You've been yawning all day."

As he leaned over the table for his next shot, Jack shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Just been having some odd dreams lately."

"Did you tell Fi about them?" Carey teased.

"You know what, I did," Jack answered. He took a shot, and the solid ball slowly rolled into the pocket. "And she actually agreed with me that they were probably from playing video games too much."

"Now that is weird."

Jack laughed. "I have to admit, I was surprised too. Especially since I'm starting to wonder if they're just regular dreams."

"Wait, don't tell me. You think you're psychic now," Carey joked.

"No, not psychic," Jack retorted, maybe a little more defensive than he should have been given that Carey wasn't being serious. "But...okay, have you ever had dreams about historical people before?"

Carey paused. "Well, there was this one dream where I was playing a gig, and Abraham Lincoln was in the front row..."

"No, not like that," Jack explained. "I wasn't even in the dream. I mean, I was, but I wasn't me. I was this knight I've never even heard of before."

"So? It was just a dream," Carey assured him.

It would be so nice if he could believe that. "This isn't that simple. I've been having a few dreams about him over the past week, so...I did some research," Jack explained, worried that he was about to sound like his sister. "The knight I dreamed about, and his wife, are real people. They're the founders of this town in England."

"Whoa," Carey said, then after a second of thought, asked, "So what does this mean, exactly?"

"Heck if I know," he said with a long sigh. "Maybe my mom's not the only crazy one." When Carey didn't have a reply, Jack refocused his attention on the game.


While Jack was at the Bells', Fi took the opportunity to do some research. She sat on the living room couch with her computer on her lap. Her mother practiced playing guitar on the couch's other end, but she was also there in case Fi needed any more information about Jack's past "dreams."

At the moment, Fi was chatting in her website chat room, with the hope that one of the members would be able to point her in the right direction. She often used this method when she had no idea where to start, which was definitely the case this time.

Hey guys, she typed. My brother has been having these weird dreams. But they're not psychic. They're of the past...as in, the medieval past. Like knights and stuff. Any ideas?

She waited for responses. Since she was the website's creator, she usually got tons of help whenever she asked for it. After a couple minutes of the others volunteering random information, a more knowledgeable member emerged and the others backed off.

DaydreamBeliever: Fi, what are the dreams like? Is Jack watching them, or is he one of the knights?

At that, Fi paused, and after a second of thought, realized she didn't know.

Rockerbaby: No idea. Let me ask my mom.

DaydreamBeliever: Your mom? I thought she hated when you talked about paranormal stuff.

Rockerbaby: Let's just say...recently, she's had a MUCH more open-mind.

DaydreamBeliever: That's awesome! Good to hear after how much you and her fight over this.

Rockerbaby: Thanks. I'm pretty relieved - it was getting rough for a while there.

While other members chimed in on the good news, Fi glanced up at her mother. "Hey, Mom?" When Molly glanced up from her guitar, Fi asked, "Do you know what types of dreams Jack was having?"

Molly wrinkled her brow. "Isn't that what we're trying to figure out?"

"No, sorry, I guess I should've explained what I meant," Fi answered, slightly embarrassed. "I mean, like, what the dreams were about, specifically. Were they from his point of view?"

"Oh," Molly said, then thought for a second. "Yeah, they were. I remember because he would often pretend that he was the knight when he played with Clu and Carey." There was a pause, then Molly laughed. "Sir Jerrard Bennett, I think it was. I remember thinking the name sounded pretty real, like it could be an actual medieval name." The words hit home and made Fi's eyes widen. Molly got the hint. "Do you think it is?" she asked, a trace of her old skepticism in her voice.

"No idea." Fi then grinned at her mother. "Anything's possible."

Molly laughed. "I'm trying to believe that."

While her mother went back to playing the guitar, Fi typed...

Rockerbaby: Hey Ariel, got some new information for you.

She quickly shared what she'd just learned, and the response wasn't immediate. Ten seconds later, Fi's friend replied.

DaydreamBeliever: So he definitely dreamed that he was the same knight each time?

After she confirmed this with her mother, Fi replied...

Rockerbaby: Yup, every time.

DaydreamBeliever: ...then I think your brother might be having visions of a past life.

Fi actually felt her jaw drop in shock. Her brother, a reincarnated medieval knight?As much as she wanted to dismiss the outrageous idea, she had to admit the theory made sense since Jack had been dreaming of the same knight since childhood.

DaydreamBeliever: Hey Fi, you know what I just noticed? Jerrard, Jack...both start with J.

The eerie coincidence made Fi's eyebrows shoot up until they practically reached her hairline. "Oh boy," she said.

Her daughter's shock made Molly look up at her with alarm. "What is it, baby?"

After she gulped down what nerves she could, Fi managed to weakly ask, "Uh, Mom? How open are you to the idea of reincarnation?"

"You're kidding," Molly answered as she put her guitar down and slid next to Fi so she could see the computer screen. She read the conversation, then gave Fi an incredulous look. "You're saying that Jack was a knight? That's...that's..." she sputtered.

"About as crazy as us being witches," Fi couldn't help but reply.

Flustered, Molly argued, "I know, but this is Jack we're talking about. It's bad enough he might have my family's witch gene. But this...I mean, we're not even sure. It's just a theory."

"Then let's confirm it," Fi said as she grabbed the phone from the side of the couch. "What's Grandma Kathleen's number?"


'Thanks for everything, Ma," Molly said into the cordless phone as she walked into the kitchen to heat up some dinner for Fi and herself, since Jack would be staying over at the Bells'. "I know it's a little out there, but...after Jack's had so many dreams, the idea's worth considering."

Kathleen chuckled. "It's no trouble, love. To be honest, I'm just thrilled that you think the idea's worth considering. I really never thought I'd see the day."

"Yeah, I'm just full of surprises lately..." Molly trailed off as she sighed. She stopped cutting out some slices of leftover lasagna and leaned on the counter. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop feeling guilty about the huge secret she was keeping. "I haven't told Jack yet. Or Irene, or anyone else who's worried about me."

There was quiet on the other end of the line, then Kathleen quietly asked, "Are you planning to?"

Her head in her free hand, Molly fought down the urge to scream. She'd been hoping her mother would tell her the answer to that very question. "I know I have to. But...I know he's going to think I've literally gone insane," she confessed.

"The O'Sianhan witches have a habit of draw the magical community to them. If you don't tell him, he'll eventually suspect it on his own. As will those close to you."

Molly paused, her eyebrow raised though her mother couldn't see. The information was definitely new to her. While she was slowly embracing her magical heritage, she'd been thinking she'd be able to still live a normal life as well. "What do you mean? I am going to be able to keep this a secret, right? In case you've forgotten, Ma, I'm a musician. Musicians tend to be noticed by the general public."

Despite her daughter's panic, Kathleen laughed. "Relax, love. Of course you'll be able to keep the secret from the general public. After all, magic has been able to stay hidden for hundreds of years. I just meant that witches usually do end up telling their loved ones what they really are...and not always on their own terms."

"That last part makes me really nervous," Molly retorted. The thought that Jack could see magic before Molly had the chance to come clean...oh God, she didn't even want to think about it. She was about to say something else, when she noticed a large book on the kitchen island. When she went over it, she realized it was Fi's spell book. "Hold on one second, Ma," she said into the phone, then put a hand over the mouthpiece as she shouted, "Fi! You left your spell book in here again! How many times have I told you to put that book away when you're not using it?"

"Sorry, Mom! I'll be right in!"

Molly shook her head, then realized what she'd just said as she put the phone back up to her ear.. "Oh God, Ma," she moaned. "I'm going to be raising a teenage witch."

"Yes, I suppose I have to thank you for sparing me that," Kathleen joked, which only made her daughter groan again. "Don't worry, love. I'm here whenever you need me. I can be there in a matter of seconds to help with any future emergency."

Her mouth fell slightly open when Molly registered the meaning of her mother's words. "Oh my God...you mean you can..."

"With some practice, you'll eventually be able to do it too," Kathleen assured her. She paused, and Molly heard her father's voice in the far background. "I'm sorry, love," Kathleen said when she'd returned to the conversation. "Your father's in here asking about dinner. Did you need anything else?"

After a second of thought, Molly answered, "No, I think that's it for now. Thanks again Ma, send Da my love." After Kathleen assured that she would, Molly pressed the "off" button and went back to making dinner.

Fi came in about ten minutes later to get her book. "Sorry about that Mom, was talking to some other people in the chat room. Did Grandma have anything else to say about Jack?"

"No, just again said how happy she is that I'm starting to believe," Molly answered with a laugh. Kathleen tended to mix it into every telephone conversation she and her daughter had lately. "Hey, you know there's apparently an instant transport spell?" Molly couldn't help but add. It was such an amazing concept that she had to share it with someone who would be equally astounded. "Your grandmother said she could do it, and I'm not going to lie - my jaw just about dropped to the floor."

"Really? That's awesome!" Fi exclaimed as her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "I'd imagine that could come in pretty handy since I don't have my license yet."

As the saying goes..."me and my big mouth," Molly thought as she shook her head. "Whoa, hold on. I know we're new to this stuff, but we're going to have to put down some ground rules here. I can't just let you transport yourself all over the country."

"Yeah, I know," Fi assured her. "Besides, I should probably learn battle spells first, and concentrate on those until we take down that demon." She glanced over at the book on the table. "Maybe we should take advantage of Jack not being around and get in some practice."

Though she really didn't feel like practicing witchcraft after dinner, Molly knew it was necessary. "Fine. I'll go heat up the food while you start going through the book." She reached for the book to give to Fi, but the second both witches had a hand on the book, Molly was hit with a vision...

So much...confusion. She's in the living room, she knows that much. But her sight is blurry as she's running...running towards the kitchen, possibly...Fi is beside her...they're both stopped when the lights are turned off...wait, no, it's not the lights, it's some type of floating shadow...there's several of the dark, weightless clouds surrounding them...

And then both she and Fiona are blasted back so much that they roll over a couch. Bruised but not hurt, she calls out for her daughter...there's no immediate response...another blast emits from the shadow, but this time it's a fiery streak of light headed straight for her...she's not helpless though as she holds out her hand and shouts, "Adeinio Bacia!"

Miraculously, the streak changes course and hits the offending figure right in the middle...the light of the blaze eclipses the dark, and the creature disappears...

And suddenly she's in the kitchen again, her sight clear even though she was left light-headed. The book had fallen to the floor. She gasped for breath, eager to be able to tell Fi what she saw.

But Fi was gasping for air too. Her eyes wide with fear, she looked up at her mother and found her breath first. "D-demons?" she managed to say. "Attacking us in the living room?"

"Yeah," Molly answered. She then wrapped her arms tight around Fi, unsure if she was trying to comfort her daughter or herself.