Legacy: Who's Really Who

by Lady Dawson

Chapter Four: A Love Discovered

Bobby Connelly released a sigh as he climbed up the steps, entering the mansion as two demons were thrown against the wall by his father. Stopping where he was, he raised an eyebrow as his father held them against the wall with telekinesis, squeezing the air out of them.

"When I tell you that I want that girl followed, that means that I want that girl followed. It does not mean that you run at the first sign of trouble to come back here and whine to me about your misfortunes," Peter hissed at them as he dropped them onto the ground. "Give my regards to oblivion."

Shooting a stream of fire at them, Peter vanquished the two demons that had been charged with following Susan for the past couple of weeks. Bobby had warned her about them, which was probably why they had been discovered. He fought a small smile as he looked at his father.

"Hard to find good help nowadays, huh?" he asked. Peter snorted as he walked over to the bar, pouring himself a cup. "Where's Mom?"

"She had to go out of the state to deal with a job," Peter replied as he took a sip. "How was school?"

Bobby shrugged, not showing his surprise. In his sixteen years, Bobby could count the number of times that his father had asked him how his day was with two hands behind his back. "School was . . . you know, school. It's still there."

Peter nodded as he looked away for a long moment, his fingers tapping his glass. "You know, that Dawson girl is nothing but trouble," he commented. "Always manages to slip through my fingers one way or another. And why do you think that is, son?"

"Got me," Bobby said, shrugging. His sister was a powerful witch, plus had powerful friends to help protect her and for that, he was grateful. He had already lost one sibling, he wasn't keen on losing the other one. "I should go, I've got homework."

"Oh, not so fast, boy," Peter said, reaching and grabbing Bobby by the shirt collar. "Like you said, it's getting hard to trust anybody anymore. But if I can't trust my own son, then who can I trust? So it's going to be you who's going to be following Susan from now on."

Bobby gulped. "Dad, in case you've forgotten, I've got school. And I don't think that they're going to be too happy if I tell them that you had me pulled out so that I could stalk your daughter."

"Don't call her that," Peter snapped, crushing the glass easily as he glared at Bobby. "The girl means nothing. She is nothing but a nuisance. I should have slaughtered her in her crib, along with that brother of hers long before I got rid of him." Bobby tried to keep his face neutral at the thought of Ryan. "I'll deal with the school. You just concentrate on that wretched girl."

Bobby tried to think, tried to come up with something that would keep Susan safe and not get him killed. "Fine," he said quietly. Peter blinked, startled by his submission. "But I'm gonna do this my way, Dad, not yours. That means that you don't complain about how long it's taking me, you don't complain about my methods, you let me do it my way."

Surely there was no way that Peter Connelly would submit to this, Bobby thought as Peter eyed him suspiciously, his heart beating in his chest. Peter liked being in charge, especially where he was concerned. There was no possible way that he would let Bobby do this and just back off. He was really hoping that his father would say no. Please, let him say no, he begged to whatever higher power was listening.

But Peter just smiled sadistically as he chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Well, well, it's about time that you've started showing some backbone, boy," he said approvingly. "All right, we'll do it your way. But I hope that little display there," he added, nodding to the scorch marks that had been demons ten minutes ago, "was enough of a warning to you of what will happen should you fail."

Although he was sure that he was going to vomit all over the expensive rug, Bobby just shook his head. "Trust me," he said quietly, "I'm not going to fail." He walked away from his father and climbed up the steps, heading towards his room as he dialled his sister's phone.

"Come on, Susan," he whispered urgently, pacing back and forth across the bedroom, trying to get her on the phone, but after the fifth ring, he hung up, running his hand over his face. "Where could she be?"

He needed to talk to someone and right now, the one person that he needed to talk to was unavailable. So instead of his sister, he sent a text message to Patty Halliwell, his girlfriend, and asked her if he could talk to her.

Seconds later, his phone buzzed, letting him know that she was alone in the apartment and it was safe for him to come over. Bobby smiled, materialising over to her room, where she was sitting on her bed, strumming her guitar.

"Hey, you," Patty said happily as she set the guitar aside and stood up to greet him properly. Then she frowned as she saw his expression, taking his hand into hers and linking their fingers together. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly.

"No, it's not," Bobby said anxiously. "It's my dad, he . . . he's getting tired of demons failing to kill Susan so now . . . he figures that I might be able to do what other demons can't."

Patty's face paled dramatically. "He wants you to kill your sister," she breathed in understanding. "Oh, gods, Bobby . . . what are you going to do?" She guided him over to the bed, sitting down next to him as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"I don't know what to do. On the one hand, if I play this right, I might be able to convince Dad that I'm on his side while playing the double agent. And on the other hand, he might get on to me and decide to send someone to kill both me and Susan." He shook his head. "And the worst part of it is that I think he knows that I'm not gonna do it. He knows that I'm not going to kill my sister because I think he knows that I'm not really on his side."

"Shh," Patty whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "Everything's going to be okay, Bobby. We'll figure this out together. Because we're a team. That's what being together means is we're a team. And a team works together, no matter what."

Bobby actually smiled at that and kissed her then, passionately and lovingly and eagerly. She returned it fully as she pushed him down on the bed as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.

"PATRICIA LAURA MATTHEWS-MITCHELL!" a voice shrieked.

Patty launched herself away from Bobby as she heard the voice and he pulled away as though he had been electrocuted, looking towards the girl who was standing in the doorway, a shocked and appalled look on her face. Judging by her resemblance to Patty, this could only be her twin sister Sam.

"What is going on in here?" Sam demanded, her mouth opened and her eyes wide with disbelief. "What . . . is that Bobby Connelly?" she added, taking a closer look at the guy who had been making out with her sister.

"Hi, Sam," Bobby said weakly. "Nice to see you . . . outside of class." He forced a smile onto his face, which she most definitely did not return and Bobby looked at Patty. "We're in big trouble, aren't we?"

"I would say definitely so," Sam assured him. Patty groaned as she fell back onto her bed. "What is going on?"

"Nothing!" Patty said too quickly.

"Now, Patty, otherwise I'm going to call Parker," Sam countered as she folded her arms across her chest. "Both of you, outside, at the kitchen table, now," she ordered, pointing out of the bedroom. "You are so lucky that I wasn't Mom, you know that?"

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Fifteen minutes later, Sam was staring at Patty and Bobby as though they were out of their minds, slowly standing up and pacing across the kitchen tile as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"All right, let me see if I got this straight," she said slowly. "Bobby's parents are witches. Your dad turned to the dark side and is the Source of All Evil while your mom is under some kind of controlling spell, which basically turns her into a cold-hearted assassin until she regains control. Chris's ex-girlfriend is your sister—"

"Half-sister," Bobby said weakly. "Same dad, different mom."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever, but she's your sister and your dad is trying to get rid of her because she, Chris, Wyatt, and Brooke are supposedly some fulfilments of this ancient prophecy that he doesn't want coming true. And so he's tired of all of his demons failing at killing her, so now he's sending you to do the job for him."

"Pretty much sums it all up," Bobby admitted and Patty gave her sister a weak smile.

"And in addition to all of this, which is completely crazy, by the way, you two are pulling a Romeo and Juliet and sneaking around to be with each other, even though if your dad ever found out, it could possibly mean the end of the world and our family would pay the price." Sam placed her hands on her hips, looking between Patty and Bobby. "Did I leave anything out? Is there something that I might have missed?"

"Susan's new boyfriend's a demon," Patty said brightly. "I don't think that you mentioned that. Oh, and Mr. Connelly also murdered Ryan, Susan's twin brother."

Sam gave her sister a dirty look as she looked away, shaking her head. "I cannot believe this," she grumbled. "You know Parker's gonna do when he finds out about this?"

"NO!" Patty had gotten to her feet and was now gripping her sister's arms tightly, a desperate look on her face. "No, Sam, you cannot tell anybody, not even Parker! Especially not Parker," she amended. "Come on, you're my sister, you're my twin . . . that's got to count for something, right?"

Bobby stood up and walked over to the two sisters. "Sam, if anybody found out about this, it's like you said, it could be potentially dangerous for everybody. I don't want to put your sister in any more danger than I already am and like it or not, if Dad finds out, it's going to put her and all of your family is a lot of danger."

Sam just looked at him, shaking her head. "I swear, Pat, sometimes, I could strangle you," she grumbled. "This is worse than Aunt Phoebe dating that Cole guy."

"Hey, he was okay, until he got possessed by the Hallow."

"Yeah, but you are dating the son of the Source of All Evil! No offence," she added to Bobby. "I mean, if Mom ever did find out about this, she would send you to an all girls' school. Or maybe even Magic School," she added thoughtfully. "At least there, Uncle Leo could keep an eye on you."

"Right and Parker can't do that at our school?" Patty joked. Bobby chuckled; while Parker was a dating magnet, he was extremely protective of his two younger sisters. "Sammy, come on, please?" She put on the puppy dog face that Bobby had found unable to resist by now. Apparently, he was not the only one unable to resist her spell. "Please?"

With a long sigh, Sam shook her head. "Oh, I know that I'm going to end up regretting this," she complained as she glanced upwards towards the heavens. "All right, all right, I'll do it. But I swear, if you hurt her or if anybody in our family gets hurt because of this, I'm going to vanquish you," she threatened Bobby.

"I thought you were a pacifist," Patty pointed out in interest. "You chose the Whitelighter path, I'm the witch sister around here."

"So not the point," Sam grumbled as she moved back to one of the chairs. "Ooh, great, one of my charges is calling me." She frowned in concentration. "And of course, it has to be Charlie. You know, that boy is more demanding than all of my other charges put together. I'm seriously considering getting the Elders to make him someone else's charge because he's annoying me. Plus, he's tried calling me when I'm at school and I know it's not an emergency."

Bobby tried to smother a laugh as Patty grinned. "See, that's why I never signed up for the Whitelighter gig," she said.

"Yeah, that's probably why you can't heal," Sam countered as she stood up. "Good to see you, Bobby." She offered her hand and he accepted it, shaking it as an odd expression cross her face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, but Patty shook her head at him, looking intently at Sam as she opened her eyes.

"Sam? What is it?" she asked her urgently, taking her sister's shoulders earnestly. "What did you see?"

"I saw Chris and Wyatt," Sam answered immediately. "There were a couple of other people there, too, I couldn't really see. And they were being attacked by a demon." Her face was white. "He's gonna kill them!"