Sonny smiled as Chad rubbed her back, comforting her. "So, they killed your gran?" Sonny nods, another salty tear running down her cheek.

"Basically." Sonny grimaced. She wiped the tears. "She was so old! They knew what would happen. You can't take away her powers…she was 700 years old! But she had so many years left."

"Woah, woah…700?!" Sonny winces. She hadn't told Chad about that. "How old are you?"

"Ask no questions I'll tell no lies?" Chad rolls his eyes, but accepted it without a question.

"Okay, it's okay. Calm down."

"How can I calm down? My grandmama is dead!"

"I'm sorry Sonshine," Chad said, offering his arms. Sonny fell into them. She muffled in the smell of his sweet aftershave and sighed.

"I like that."

"What?"

"Sonshine," Sonny repeated. "I like it."

"Well I like you." Chad said sheepishly. He smoothed her hair and made shhing sounds to comfort her and then a cow bell rung. "Really?" Chad muttered. "Way to ruin a moment…"

Sonny frowned. "You answer." She passed him the phone. He rolled his eyes.

"CDC, what up?" Chad's eyes popped. "Yes, Ma'am. Okay. Alright. I'll tell her."

"What?" Sonny asks.

"Esmeralda sends her condolences;" Chad says. "She'd have thought she taught you better than to let strange boys answer your phone, though."

"That was my nanny," Sonny replies, giggling. "Esmeralda our yoo-hoo maid!"

"Why do you call her that?"

"Because you have to go like this to call her," Sonny says. "Yoo-hoo! Esmeralda!" Suddenly a fancy woman in a silk robe appeared out of nowhere. "Oh!" Sonny yelps. She bursts out laughing.

"This better be good, SonHon, cause I was just getting-" Esmeralda stops. "Never mind."

"I'm very sorry, Esmeralda! I didn't think you would be here if I said that."

"Well I'm here, Sonny Bunny, and I'm staying for a while." Sonny grinned at her old nicknames. She loved Esmeralda dearly. She hugged her and Esmeralda started to fix her hair.

"Esme, I'm okay! Really. Would you like a drink?" Esmeralda nodded.

"I'm parched!"

"What would you like?"

"Just green tea, thanks."

"We're all out of that I'm afraid."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Zap it!" Sonny frowns.

"I can't."

"Why?" Emeralda asks. "Oh, deary me, you haven't lost your powers?" Sonny nods forlornly. "What happened?"

"I wasn't practising enough," Sonny wrinkles her nose. Esmeralda steps back.

"What?" Chad asks tentatively.

"Oh yes, I forgot a mortal was in the room. Hello, young chap. I take it you're my little Sonny's admirer?"

"Uh, yes. I suppose."

"She wrinkles her nose like that to do witchcraft. I didn't want to be blinded or something." Chad raised an eyebrow.

"I see. Well…I'll make something to eat while you two talk."

They sit and talk for a long while. Sonny tells her about her gran. Esmeralda sighed and ohhed and ahhed. "You poor little witchy,"

"Haha," Sonny says. "Maybe," she pauses. "You could talk to my mom."

"Hmm, I don't know, Sun. About what?"

"About…me going to the witches' council."

"Oh, no, Sonny," Esmeralda says quickly. "No way. The council is very, uh, well, forceful."

"I know, Esme, but I need my powers back! I'm itching without them."

"No. I'm not talking to your mother. But I will take you to my old friend's trial. She was a bit. Idiotic with her powers."

"When is it?"

"Oh, my giddy aunt, it's right now. Come on."

"See you in a sec, Chad!" Sonny called as she gripped Esmeralda's hand. They sat down in court and got comfy.

"This is the case of Bella Montoria-Lay," the judge bellows. "Who did was incredibly irresponsible with her powers! You know you must not turn another witch into a toad, no matter how much you want to!" Sonny bites her lip.

"I don't think this is like mine, Esmeralda," Sonny whispers.

"No, it's not. I suppose you want to go home?"

"Well, yes."

"Let's talk first." So they do.

Back at Chad's house, he's just putting the chicken in the oven when the doorbell rings. "Yes?" He calls.

"It's Connie…" she pauses. "I wanted to just pop in and make sure you two kids are okay."

"Oh, god, this isn't happening right now." Chad mutters to himself. He puts on a smile and opens the door. "Oh, hi, Mrs Monroe, how are you?"

"I'm good, thank you, Chad," she peers around the room. "Where's Sonny?"

"She's, uh, taking a bath."

"What? In your house?"

"Yes," Chad pauses. "She said she wanted to listen to music and relax. She took her magazine in there too," Chad laughs, knowing that she really did do that. Connie laughs nervously.

He excuses himself and then goes into the kitchen. "I won't be a sec," he desperately dials her number.

"Yes?"

"It's Chad, your mom's here!"

"So?"

"I wasn't meant to let you out of my sight. She thinks you're in the bathroom."

"Okay. I'll be there in a sec."

"Pretend to haven just got out of the bath."

"Will do."

"Love you."

"I love you too."

Chad peeks his head round the door. "Would you like a drink?" Connie nods.

"Water please."

"Tap or bottle?"

"Bottle, but tap will do if there's none left."

"Okay." He produced a bottle and a glass and smiles. Connie smiles awkwardly too. "I'll call for her?"

"Yes," Sonny's mom says. Chad goes to his bathroom, out of Connie's sight. He opens the door.

"Oh!" Sonny says, trying to cover up. She was wrapping a towel around herself after rinsing off with the shower.

"I'm sorry!" Chad says, closing his eyes. "Are you decent now?"

"Yes," Sonny frowns, and then she bursts out laughing. He does too. He walks out and she waits.

"She said she'll be right out," Chad smiles. Connie looks relieved.

"Great," she says, as Sonny walks out of the bathroom. "Sonny, get some clothes on!" Sonny blushes.

"I have a towel on! It's not like I'm air drying!" Connie's eyes bulged. She presses her lips together and kisses Sonny.

"You're a sensible girl."

"Yes."

"So I'll leave you alone."

A/N:

Here you go readers. I know this is faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr too late, but hey, late is better than never.