Author's note: I don't own sweep or any of the characters (though I wouldn't mind owning Hunter… lol.) This takes place the day after Changeling ends, so I'm calling it Sunday, according to my calculations. So be warned, there are some spoilers. Oh, and this is just the first part (of many, hopefully). So yeah, please R/R.

I have a deep sense of foreboding. Some thing's going to happen, I can feel it in my bones. Athar agrees with me. I'm scared, I fear for Morgan. She's been through too much already. I wish I could just wrap her up in my arms and never let her go

-Gìomanach

I fumed as I stared at my textbook in dismay. Goddess, how I am supposed to finish this paper by Monday? An outline was laid out in front of me, but still I found it hard to get the words onto paper. How had it come to this? American history seemed incredibly unimportant compared to what I had been through in the last four months: I'd nearly been killed twice, watched my first boyfriend be killed, helped to kill his mother, and nearly killed my current boyfriend.

Back to the term paper, I ordered myself. Half-heartedly I returned to the project at hand, and managed to get a few more paragraphs onto the screen. About three pages double-spaced sat in front of me: I was halfway done, though had I done this a few days ago I'd nearly be finished. A sigh escaped my mouth as I thought of how much my grades had slipped since I'd found Wicca. There's light and darkness in everything, I knew, perhaps what Wicca has done to my grades is the dark part, I thought wryly. No, I knew the dark part of Wicca better than most initiated witches.

But in my heart I knew I wouldn't give it up for the world. Ugh! Damnation! I nearly made the computer fly across the room as I remembered my half-finished paper that was yet to be finished, in the midst of all of my thoughts. However, I felt Hunter's presence walking up toward the house and vowed to get back to the paper later.

I made my way downstairs and to the door, meeting Hunter before he could get onto the steps. As usual he started without a greeting. "The Council hasn't been able to find Ciaran," he said, his green eyes reflecting his disappointment in the mission despite the fact that Starlocket was saved from its impending doom on Imbolc.

"I figured as much. Have you heard from Killian?" I replied, trying to be helpful despite the fact that I felt like a traitor to my family and heritage.

"No, he slipped away again. God! How can he go through life hurting so many for his own pleasure?" his normally pale cheeks held color from both the cold air and his anger towards my half-brother. Hunter's deep green eyes looked intently into my brown ones, which I had inherited from my father: one of the most dangerous witches and the leader of Amyranth, and it seemed that he was blaming me for Killian's actions once again.

"How's Sky?" I hadn't heard from her since I had found her drunk at Killian's house three days before, other than at the Imbolc ritual with Kithic and Starlocket.

"She's okay, though still considering going back to England for a while," he replied quietly, expressing his concern for his cousin. I nodded in reply. She seemed to be having a difficult time, especially with Raven. Having Killian around certainly didn't help their relationship. "Can't we go inside?" Hunter asked, rubbing his gloved hands together.

"Um, my mom and dad left for church about an hour ago, so they're probably having lunch at Widow's Vale diner…" I bit my lower lip nervously. He really was a ray of sunlight to me, and I wanted to be close to him so badly.

"And Mary K.?"

"She's out with Jaycee," I replied nervously.

"So you're alone?" I see his desire in his beautiful blue eyes, which looked like the blue-green of the ocean in the pale winter light.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for a few seconds. "I suppose it's okay, if we stay downstairs," I finally replied, choosing to obey house rules.

"Right," he replied while he followed me into the house. We sat down on the sofas in awkward silence for a few minutes. "Have you been doing any more studying?" he finally asked.

Inwardly I groaned. Studying is exactly what I should be doing right now, but I couldn't possibly pull myself away from Hunter as of yet. "Yeah, a bit more about candle magick. And I read a book about Historical Woodbane life, that Ciaran gave me," before I had finished speaking the last words I knew it was a mistake.

"You know how dangerous it is to take anything from him! It's probably spelled! Didn't you learn with Cal's gifts?" I winced as he spoke the name of my ex.

"I know, but it didn't feel spelled. I only felt the previous owners when I cast my senses," I replied, slightly miffed at how little credit he gave me.

"You aren't even initiated; Ciaran has been trained well, and could easily put a spell on it that you can't detect," he replied, sounding very stiff and British. I sighed. How many times has he lectured me about the limitations of my magick?

But I knew that I had nothing to fear from Ciaran's spells: I knew his true name, and could even make him come down here to remove any spell on it if I wanted to. However, I couldn't tell Hunter that, no matter how badly I wanted to. I didn't want there to be any secrets between us: we're mùirn beatha dàns, but I'm sure he has secrets from me. Instead I decided to shut him up by placing a firm kiss on his soft lips.

He stiffened at first, surprised by my uncharacteristic boldness but he gave in and soon he was rubbing his hands down my side and playing with my hair. We kissed passionately, feeling the magick move around us. I never wanted to leave his warm embrace, and soon we were both lying down on the sofa. He began to kiss my neck and as I felt his warm breath against my skin, my hand inside of his shirt and jacket against his firm chest.

This is precisely how we were when Mary K. walked in through the front door and saw us making out on the couch. Her innocent eyes got big and she nearly dropped her purse on the floor. She didn't have as much control over her jaw, and that did drop. Hunter and I sat up quickly in surprise. 'Why didn't we sense her coming?' I asked him telepathically.

'I don't know,' he replied, 'but I don't like it.' "I didn't mean to walk in on anything, I just came in to—" she started, but seemed to lose her words. "Um, I think I'll go to my room now."

"Mary K.!" I yelled after her. I looked to Hunter exasperatedly, wondering if we should erase her memory of walking in on us.

His gaze met mine, and he shook his head reading my mind. "I'd better go, unless you want help with this," he said straightening up his jacket. "I'm not sure what happened. If you notice your power failing you any more, please send me a witch message if you can, if not you have my cell phone number. If this continues, I'm going to have to contact the Council."

Great, I could just imagine him explaining to the Council that we couldn't sense my sister while we were making out. I nodded. "Yeah, I'll take care of Mary K."

Our gazes met once again, and he leaned in to kiss me quickly one last time before leaving. I watched him make his way toward his car before walking upstairs to my sister's door. "Mary K.?" I called in to her, my voice barely above its normal volume. I waited for a minute, and there was no response so I walked in.

She sat on her bed, her legs curled against her, resting her head on her knees and looking down to the floor. I sat down next to her, not saying anything for a minute. "Is this about Bakker?" I asked, my voice no louder than a whisper.

She shook her head. Finally she raised her eyes to mine. "You haven't had sex with him yet, have you?" she asked, her voice reflecting curiosity and pain.

"No!" I replied quickly, sounding a more against the idea than I felt. "Why do you want to know?" I asked after a minute. I'm pretty sure she knew that wasn't what we were doing, and began to wonder why exactly she asked.

"I was just wondering," she replied equally as quiet looking back down at the floor. Finally she lifted her gaze and a smile crossed her face. "He's hot," she replied in a teasing manner.

"I know," I sighed, thinking about my true love: my muirn beatha dan. "Then that isn't why you're upset? You know that's not what we were doing…" I trailed off. She shook her head in response.

"No, that's not it… It was just a shock to walk into the house and to find you two tangled up on the couch," she replied, her innocence once again coming through. "It's just… I've got a few things going on that I need to think about."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, concerned for my beloved sister. She shook her head. I got up, and began to make my way toward the door. "You know you can come to me about anything," I said. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. "Ugh… I'll be in my room finishing my term paper."

"Okay," she responded.

I closed her door behind me, and walked down the hall to my room despite the fact that our bedrooms are connected by our bathroom. As I sat down before my computer, my mind returned back to the scenes that came before. Why hadn't we sensed her coming? My magick isn't wearing out is it? I analyzed all that I had seen, and finally I realized something going through my mental pictures.

Mary. K's shirt was buttoned up wrong, and her pants were wrinkled.

*Author's note* I hope that was okay, and I didn't go too far out of character. Hmm… I've got plans for an interesting plot. It's so twisted, that I'm scared of myself right now! So please write a review and tell me what you think.