Authors Note~ A little chapter to show Morgan's appreciation of Hunter, important. There has to be something other than mysterious threats from a stalker hehe. Why not add a little chaos. ;)

Das Boot's engine purred as I drove down the highway. Ciaran had been sent to a hospital in New York City called Peace Memorial Hospital. It's only a small hospital in a small suburban area of New York City.

Hunter rubbed my shoulder, "You okay?"

I nodded, "uh-huh. Just a little worried, that's all. What if he hates me for turning him in?"

"That doesn't matter! All that matters is that you came to visit him at a time of need. He might resent you a little but he'll get over it." Hunter's accent and words soothed me.

"Thank you for coming with me." I really appreciated it.

"You're welcome. What'd you say to your parents last night?" Hunter wondered.

I smiled, "I told her that a dear friend of mine is in a hospital in the city and that I felt deeply worried. They were hesitant at first but I promised to be home at a decent time."

"There's the exit," he informed me. I turned off onto that road and took his directions from there. Ten minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of Peace Memorial Hospital with a frown upon my face.

"It doesn't look very peaceful." I droned unhappily.

"I know. It's close to where he's staying though." Hunter patted my arm. We got out of the car and entered the old hospital. Four floors later I went to the sign in counter.

The Nurse stared up at me with her beady eyes, "yah? What do you want?"

I choked out words after a minute, "I'm here to see a patient."

"Name?" she asked.

"Ciaran MacEwan." I answered boldly.

"Friend or family?"

The next word was even harder to choke out, "family."

She handed me a clipboard, "room 302, make sure you sign in and sign out."

I signed my name, Morgan Rowlands. Then before I left to find the room I looked back at Hunter. He smiled, "do you want me to come with and wait outside the room?"

I nodded and he grabbed my hand. The first room we saw. 300. then 301. 302. Bingo. My feet halted practically stuck to the tiled floor. I stared into Hunter's eyes; my own burnt with hot tears that refuse to spill. He gave me a reassuring sexy smile and I walked into the room.

My birth father lay there, helpless. I'd never expect him to be in such a state. His hair had grayed more. Wrinkles lied deep within his pale face. I found myself wondering why I had come here. His eyes were closed. I started to turn but then I heard him speak, "leaving so soon?" he asked.

Again I turned. Ciaran's eyes were on me, a surprised look on his face. "Um. no I didn't want to wake you."

"Funny. I don't sleep too well these days. When someone walks into the room I wake up." His Scottish accent was now lazy.

I walked up beside his bed, "I heard about it yesterday. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I've been better." He sighed then continued to say more, "You are the only one who has come to see me. Killian keeps saying he'll come but never does."

"He likes to party. I'm sure he'll get around to it.." I paused for a second, "I'm sorry Ciaran. I had no choice."

He smiled weakly, "I've been thinking about it. I was angry towards you and the Seeker for so long. My powers were gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm still a little angry but I'm starting to understand where I went wrong. I mean. who goes and kills the woman they truly love? Who tries to harm their own daughter just for power? Me apparently. I couldn't just let myself completely fall apart. Karma caught up with me."

His hand squeezed mine and I closed my eyes tightly, "I can't just forgive you. I came here today because I'm your daughter and I'm partially responsible for you being in the hospital too."

"I understand that. Might as well see me before my health gets worse. I don't think I'll be living much longer." Ciaran sighed.

"Something like that." I whispered. He's trying to guilt me? I thought. I erased the thought. The clock on the wall said two o'clock, I had to get going, "I've got to go, my. parents want me home early."

"One last thing." he said as I took in his accent, "now that I've lost my magickal abilities, can you do me a favor?"

"It depends. What is it?" I replied nonchalantly.

"Lead Amyranth. learn from them! Please, I'm begging you. Don't let the Dark Wave die!" he squeezed my hand harshly.

"You're hurting my hand let go!" I pulled it away angered by his nerve, "No! I've said it before and I'll say it again! No! Never will I join Amyranth. How dare you take advantage of the situation! The only thing I'll do is destroy the Dark Wave!"

I stomped out of the room; Hunter followed me silently out of the hospital. Once out I kick Das Boot's front wheel, "Damn him!" I yelled to the world. He would never feel guilt or remorse. Never would he understand that what Amyranth did was wrong!

Hunter wrapped his arms around me, "I heard everything. You did right."

For fifteen minutes I stayed in Hunter's arms crying on his shoulder. At least I had Hunter. Without him I didn't know what I would do.