Disclaimer: I don't own sweep. I can't take any credit for it. This is just
a fan-fic. And besides, if I could, I wouldn't own sweep…I'D OWN HUNTER!!!
Author's Note: I got so many nice reviews! :: does a happy dance:: Oops, you didn't see that. But YAY! I'm so glad you guys like it! Oh, and thank you for correcting the Riordan error, I truly appreciate it. It saved me the trouble of having to dig through one of the books. (
I can't believe this. I really can't grasp this right now. My cousin? My mom had a sister? And Sam has some of my mom's stuff. It's all too much of a coincidence. Her mom had my mom's stuff, then she was taught by Hunter, Hunter met me, and then Sam came to help. I don't think it's dark powers or anything, it's just so strange, so new. I don't know what to do.
-Morgan
When Morgan awoke on the couch, a warm fire was burning in the hearth and Hunter was sitting in the armchair, watching her. Sam was no where in site.
"Hunter…" Morgan sighed, sitting up a little. She was so confused.
"It's alright, love. I'm here, Sammy told me everything. Just lay back down." Hunter coaxed softly, as the firelight played across his face and made his deep green eyes seem dark and mysterious.
"No, I'm ok Hunter. Really. Tell me everything now." Morgan pleaded softly, raising herself into a sitting position.
"Alright Morgan." Hunter said, shifting his position slightly," Your mother had a sister, her name was Ide. She was a younger sister, and she left home about four years before the dark wave struck. From what Sam tells me of her mother's conversations, they had been trying to force her into setting down. So she ran away. Ide never knew Mave had come to America until after they died. She never knew about you, or at least Sam never heard her mention you. Ide had been living in New York City, unlike Mave, she found the energy of the people exuberating, and I guess that's where she met Sam's father. Ide never mentioned his name to her; apparently, the whole ordeal was shameful. She made it clear to Sam though, that she wasn't shamed, or shameful, just the way it all came about. But that isn't important. When Sam was ten, her mother left. But not before she told Sam all about her heritage, and contacted the council to ask for a teacher for her. I guess she knew she was going to leave. When Sam's fourteenth birthday came, her step-mom told her that up in the attic was all, or most, of her mother's things. And that she had promised not to give them over until Sam was fourteen. I guess her mother thought she might be inundated by then or something." Hunter finished. Morgan just stared at him in disbelief.
" So Sam is my cousin." Morgan said finally.
"Yes love. Isn't that great." Hunter said, trying to comfort her.
"And she has some of my mother's things?" Morgan asked, in the same dazed manner.
"Yes, a whole trunk I think. Sam said that it was locked, so she never opened it." Hunter said, looking at Morgan worriedly.
"Alright. I think I should go home Hunter." Morgan said, rising, still with the dazed look on her face.
"Um…Maybe I should drive you. It's been a trying day." Hunter said, rising to catch her at the door.
"Um, Yah, I think you should." Morgan agreed as she and Hunter headed for his car.
She saw them walk out. Saw the look on Morgan's face. And she knew, right then, that Morgan didn't want her as family. All those years she had been dreaming of someone, anyone, who she could look at, and see where she came from, even if it was only a little.
The first tear came as the car pulled out. The thoughts of wasted dreams pummeled her mind. More tears raced down her cheeks. Then, Morgan's horrified expression zoomed into her mind's eye and held. The tears exploded. Great sobs racked her body, and sobs came from a deep place inside her she didn't want to know. A flood of memories came back to her. He mother's face, smiling to try to hide the tears in her eyes. The realization of what she was telling her that night. Running after her car in her nightgown as the rain came pouring down.
She cried, she cried until the sobs did not come as quick, and the tears did not run as fast. Then, she gathered up her things and quickly dressed for bed. Hunter would be home soon, and she didn't want to have to see his face again tonight. When she climbed into bed, and turned off the lights, the tears started again, she couldn't stop them. But it wasn't the brutal massacre of memories it had been earlier, now it was simply slow, quiet, tears that soon sent her off into the escape of sleep.
As Hunter made his way slowly up the creaky staircase, he silently hoped Sam hadn't been up to long crying. He knew she had cried though, even without his witch senses, he could tell she had. Slowly he turned the doorknob, opening the door; he silently cursed it as it creaked slightly on its hinges. She was asleep. Hunter saw the tearstains of the pillow though, she didn't even flip the pillow before she went to bed, that meant she had cried herself to sleep. Hunter sighed and closed the door. 'Poor little thing," he thought as he made his way to his bedroom.
"Finally" He sighed as he hurried into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.
Author's Note: I got so many nice reviews! :: does a happy dance:: Oops, you didn't see that. But YAY! I'm so glad you guys like it! Oh, and thank you for correcting the Riordan error, I truly appreciate it. It saved me the trouble of having to dig through one of the books. (
I can't believe this. I really can't grasp this right now. My cousin? My mom had a sister? And Sam has some of my mom's stuff. It's all too much of a coincidence. Her mom had my mom's stuff, then she was taught by Hunter, Hunter met me, and then Sam came to help. I don't think it's dark powers or anything, it's just so strange, so new. I don't know what to do.
-Morgan
When Morgan awoke on the couch, a warm fire was burning in the hearth and Hunter was sitting in the armchair, watching her. Sam was no where in site.
"Hunter…" Morgan sighed, sitting up a little. She was so confused.
"It's alright, love. I'm here, Sammy told me everything. Just lay back down." Hunter coaxed softly, as the firelight played across his face and made his deep green eyes seem dark and mysterious.
"No, I'm ok Hunter. Really. Tell me everything now." Morgan pleaded softly, raising herself into a sitting position.
"Alright Morgan." Hunter said, shifting his position slightly," Your mother had a sister, her name was Ide. She was a younger sister, and she left home about four years before the dark wave struck. From what Sam tells me of her mother's conversations, they had been trying to force her into setting down. So she ran away. Ide never knew Mave had come to America until after they died. She never knew about you, or at least Sam never heard her mention you. Ide had been living in New York City, unlike Mave, she found the energy of the people exuberating, and I guess that's where she met Sam's father. Ide never mentioned his name to her; apparently, the whole ordeal was shameful. She made it clear to Sam though, that she wasn't shamed, or shameful, just the way it all came about. But that isn't important. When Sam was ten, her mother left. But not before she told Sam all about her heritage, and contacted the council to ask for a teacher for her. I guess she knew she was going to leave. When Sam's fourteenth birthday came, her step-mom told her that up in the attic was all, or most, of her mother's things. And that she had promised not to give them over until Sam was fourteen. I guess her mother thought she might be inundated by then or something." Hunter finished. Morgan just stared at him in disbelief.
" So Sam is my cousin." Morgan said finally.
"Yes love. Isn't that great." Hunter said, trying to comfort her.
"And she has some of my mother's things?" Morgan asked, in the same dazed manner.
"Yes, a whole trunk I think. Sam said that it was locked, so she never opened it." Hunter said, looking at Morgan worriedly.
"Alright. I think I should go home Hunter." Morgan said, rising, still with the dazed look on her face.
"Um…Maybe I should drive you. It's been a trying day." Hunter said, rising to catch her at the door.
"Um, Yah, I think you should." Morgan agreed as she and Hunter headed for his car.
She saw them walk out. Saw the look on Morgan's face. And she knew, right then, that Morgan didn't want her as family. All those years she had been dreaming of someone, anyone, who she could look at, and see where she came from, even if it was only a little.
The first tear came as the car pulled out. The thoughts of wasted dreams pummeled her mind. More tears raced down her cheeks. Then, Morgan's horrified expression zoomed into her mind's eye and held. The tears exploded. Great sobs racked her body, and sobs came from a deep place inside her she didn't want to know. A flood of memories came back to her. He mother's face, smiling to try to hide the tears in her eyes. The realization of what she was telling her that night. Running after her car in her nightgown as the rain came pouring down.
She cried, she cried until the sobs did not come as quick, and the tears did not run as fast. Then, she gathered up her things and quickly dressed for bed. Hunter would be home soon, and she didn't want to have to see his face again tonight. When she climbed into bed, and turned off the lights, the tears started again, she couldn't stop them. But it wasn't the brutal massacre of memories it had been earlier, now it was simply slow, quiet, tears that soon sent her off into the escape of sleep.
As Hunter made his way slowly up the creaky staircase, he silently hoped Sam hadn't been up to long crying. He knew she had cried though, even without his witch senses, he could tell she had. Slowly he turned the doorknob, opening the door; he silently cursed it as it creaked slightly on its hinges. She was asleep. Hunter saw the tearstains of the pillow though, she didn't even flip the pillow before she went to bed, that meant she had cried herself to sleep. Hunter sighed and closed the door. 'Poor little thing," he thought as he made his way to his bedroom.
"Finally" He sighed as he hurried into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.