Author's note: It always seems that everyone likes the romance parts! Perhaps I ought to start writing lemons… lol. No, I'm having a hard enough time writing the romance part in this fan fic. Okay, same deal as before (except this one is fueled on popcorn! Still can't be stopped!!!)

I still love Morgan, I always have. We belong together and I'm sure she'll realize it once she see's how powerful I've become. I have no doubts, after all we are mùirn beatha dans.

-Sgàth

"Morgan! School!" Mary K. shouted to me, waking me up. She was, as usual, abnormally cheerful.

Half-asleep I grabbed some clothing and felt my way to the shower. As the hot water pelted me the world began to come into focus and I was at least capable of most human functions. I finally stepped out of the shower once I was confident that I was awake enough to make my way down to the kitchen without running into a wall, and I changed into my clean clothing and brushed my hair, putting it into a braid.

I successfully made my way down to the kitchen. "Good morning, sweetie!" my mom's cheerful voice rang out. God! Don't these people understand that you're supposed to be grumpy in the morning.

"Morning," I replied, not willing to admit that any morning could be good. A couple of months ago I learned that I had been adopted, which explained why I'm the lone night owl stuck with all of these morning larks. I grabbed a diet coke. My senses began to wake up as I gulped down the sugary goodness. Then I grabbed a pop tart.

"We're going to be late!" Mary K. urged me. I grabbed my backpack and followed her out to Das Boot, my boat of a car. The vinyl seats were cold and I started it up, when I witch message interrupted me. 'Morgan, please I love you. I know you love me too." Cal's voice filled my head. I froze in terror and covered my ears. Goddess! I don't want to hear any more! He's dead, I saw it!

"Um, Morgan, I'm really not one to criticize your driving, but I think we'll get to school faster if we're actually moving," she said, worried about my sudden catatonia.

"I think you're right…" I said hesitantly, regaining control of my body now that his voice had stopped. I carefully backed out of the driveway and soon we were on our way to school.

There were no other messages from Cal on the way to school and I relaxed a little. I pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, despite the unwanted interruption. The Mary K. fan club met my sister as she got out of the car. "Jaycee's mom is picking us up after school. We're going to the mall, okay?" she turned back to me.

"Yeah," I replied. Good, now I could go to Hunter's directly after school to tell him about the message that I got. After Mary K. had left I grabbed my backpack and chucked my diet coke can and pop tart wrapper into the trash can. I began to make my way toward the steps where Kithic usually hangs out before school. Sharon and Ethan were joking amongst themselves and it seemed that Bree was telling some sort of story. Then I remembered my self-appointed mission, and scanned the outside of Widow Vale High School.

I found Bakker joking around with some other guys, and made my way over to him. "I need to talk to you, in private," I told him, my anger coming out in my voice. Usually I wasn't this bold, but if anyone messes with Mary K. I'll make an exception.

He rolled his eyes to show is friends what a pain it was to deal with me and then followed me away from him. Bakker gave me a look that seemed to say 'what could you possibly want now?' "You raped Mary K., didn't you, you pervert?!" I demanded.

His eyes got wide with shock at my words. "What? I haven't touched her!" his surprise came out in his voice.

"Why would I believe you? You've at least tried twice!" I angrily retorted, pushing him against a tree in my rage.

He pushed me back. "Back off, bitch! Your sister won't even talk to me since you've gotten involved. Stay the fuck away from me!" He furiously walked off as the bell rang.

I tried to suppress the rage that I felt and made my way toward American history. Mr. Powell was discussing the American Revolution, and I struggled to pay attention during the class that seemed to last as long as the Revolutionary War did. After class I decided to speak to Mr. Powell. "I completed my make-up term paper," I explained handing him my folder.

He looked up long enough to say, "Good," and then turned his attention back to the book that he was reading on his desk.

"Um, have you thought any more about me doing some extra credit?" I hesitantly asked him, as it seemed that I was disturbing him.

"Yes," he looked up to me, "but I've decided against it. It wouldn't be fair to the other students. However, providing you study between now and then, I'll allow you to retake the test after school on Thursday."

"Thank you," I said, turning around to leave. He'd started to make me feel uncomfortable, as if my grades offended him personally.

"Don't forget to study," he called after me. I had to rush to my next class, barely managing to make it in before the bell rang. The day seemed to take forever and I was relieved when it was finally time for lunch.

As usual, I sat with the other members of Kithic during lunch. "I saw you yelling at Bakker, what was that about?" Bree asked as I was eating my sandwich.

 I swallowed. "Mary K. has been acting strange lately," I started.

"Strange how? She hasn't started using telekinesis or making dead flowers bloom, has she?" Ethan teased. Sharon shot him a dirty look and elbowed him in the ribs playfully.

 I ignored him. "Yesterday she skipped church and when she came back her shirt was buttoned wrong, and her pants were wrinkled. She seemed depressed and completely freaked out when she was me and Hunter… uh, kissing in the living room." I blushed as I said the last part. "I think that Bakker may have managed to rape her."

"What did Bakker say about it?" Bree asked.

"He denied it of course. But I don't believe him. After all, I caught him trying to force her to have sex with him twice before," I defended my case.

Bree nodded thoughtfully. "Do you want to go the Practical Magick with me after school? We can probably find a spell to castrate Bakker," she laughed.

I groaned, "As if I haven't already done enough forbidden magick to get myself into trouble." I looked at Robbie: his expression showed that he agreed with me. That wasn't even the half of it. No one except Hunter knew about what had happened in New York or how I had shape-shifted a few days ago, and I had done plenty of forbidden magick that even Hunter didn't know about. Just like a typical Woodbane.

The rest of the day dragged. Why did I even bother to go to school any more? In most likelihood my future would consist of working for the Council, or something else that involved magick, rather than anything that would involve things learned in school.

After school I looked at the stone bench where Killian sat while waiting for us. I hadn't expected him to be waiting there, but in his place there was a note with a rock on it to keep it down. It read:

Little sister,

It seems that our lovely father has out-stayed his welcome. I decided to return to New York City for some action. Send me a message if you're ever in the city and looking for a good time.

-Killian

I sighed, "out-stayed his welcome" was putting it lightly. I folded the note and put it into my pocket, then made my way over to Das Boot. It still looked like a complete wreck with its slate blue hood and white body, not to mention the strangely shiny bumper. I looked around for Mary K. and saw her get into a gold Explorer, which I assumed was Jaycee's mom's and drove off for Hunter's.

I recognized the gold Explorer from somewhere, but assumed that I must have just recognized it from when Jaycee came to pick Mary K. up.

*Author's note* Anyone who pays close attention to details in Sweep knows where the gold Explorer came from. *Evil grin* Be prepared for more, as I've yet to finish this fan fic. As usual, please review I'd love to know what you think.