Disclaimer: I do not belong the characters or anything else you recognize in this fic. Passions belongs to NBC, JER and a couple of other people, I'm sure. I am not making any money off of this. I write fanfic purely for pleasure, although I'm not opposed to receiving feedback :)

Posted: Sunday June 8, 2003

Summary: A spell gone awry leaves both Grace and Ivy acting strangely. Sam/Grace and Sam/Ivy.

Note: This is my first Passions fanfic. I hope you enjoy. It takes place after Grace and John did the DNA test to determine whether or not he was her son, but since it doesn't deal with any of the stuff after Theresa declares herself Mrs. Julian Crane, let's just say it branches off there. I have, however, messed with the timeline a bit and had Grace's conversation about Kay's feelings for Miguel happen already.

It's been almost a year since I last wrote this. Sorry. The next (and final) part will be out within the week, I promise.

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Corpus et Animus
Part 4/6

"Good morning," Zombie Charity chirped, coming into Tabitha's house uninvited.

"Oh, great," Tabitha muttered to Timmy. "It's Zombie Blondie."

"If it isn't my favourite washed-up witch and her little doll," Zombie Charity said as she entered the living room.

"Timmy isn't a doll," the former plaything said. "Timmy's a real boy."

"Whatever, Pinocchio," Zombie said, dismissing the boy. "I don't care about your little melodrama. What I'm worried about is Kay. She's up to something, I know it."

"Kay is usually up to something," Tabitha said, "and it often involves a scheme to try to break up Charity and Miguel so she can have Miguel for herself."

"I am that scheme, remember?" Zombie Charity said. "No, it's something more. She's starting to really get on my nerves. I'm sure she's going to try something, real soon." She clasped her hands together. "Oh, but the good news is, something's up with Grace."

"What is wrong with kind Grace?" Timmy asked.

"I don't know," Zombie Charity said dismissively. "Something. She's not acting like her old, goody-two-shoes self. She burned breakfast yesterday morning, didn't even make supper for us last night, and slept in this morning."

"Grace Bennett? Burn something?" Tabitha asked incredulously. "Now I've heard everything."

"No, something's up with dear 'Aunt' Grace," Zombie Charity mused. "And I'm sure our friends in the basement will tell me what it is."


Ivy was having the time of her life. It was as if all of her dreams had come true, and more. She was finally married to Sam Bennett and he loved her very much. Okay, so he thought that she was Grace, but that was only a minor setback. She knew if she kept on reminding him of all the great times they had shared, he would come to realize that he loved her - Ivy - not Grace. Then she would tell him the truth and they would live happily ever after, as they should have all those years ago.

The only problem was, once Sam did realize he was in love with Ivy, not Grace, how was she going to get her body back? Ivy had looked into the mirror the other morning and saw Grace Bennett's face staring back. She had no idea how she'd gotten there, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. All she needed was a little more time and she knew Sam would be hers forever.

Her plan was already working. They had gone to the beach today and she had caught him staring off into the ocean, doubtlessly remembering how he had saved her life that magical summer so many years ago. And the other night they had almost made love in the spot where they had hidden their love letters.

Yes, everything was going according to plan.


"Hello?" Kay called out into the seemingly empty house. "Tabitha? Timmy? Is anybody home?" There was no answer, which suited Kay just fine. What she needed to do could be better accomplished without her strange neighbour and even stranger nephew in the house. Entering the house, Kay made her way up the stairs into the attic.

"Now where is that book?" she asked her self, looking around. "It has to be around here somewhere."

A few minutes spent rifling through her neighbour's belongings and Kay let out a "Aha!" holding up her prize triumphantly at the same time a young voice asked, "What's Kay doing in Tabby's attic?"

Kay turned, hiding the book behind her back. Tabitha's nephew, Timmy, was standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, looking at Kay accusingly. Tabitha herself followed a second later. "Kay Bennett!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't think anyone was home," Kay said lamely, knowing it wasn't a real explanation. "I just needed to borrow something. It was very urgent. The door was unlocked but there was no answer. I would have asked if you were here."

"I don't doubt that," Tabitha said. "Now what was so important that you had to come into my house when I wasn't here to get?"

Reluctantly, Kay pulled the book out from behind her back and held it out to the elder lady. Tabitha took it with apparent confusion. "Timmy, why don't you go get us something to drink," she said, distractedly dismissing the small boy. She looked down at the cover as Timmy went back downstairs. "Spells of Suffering? This isn't my book."

That stopped Kay. "Sure it is. I've seen it here before lots of times. I found it in your attic. What do you mean, it's not yours?"

"No, dearie," Tabitha corrected her, "this isn't my book. I do have an old family heirloom, I think I've seen lying around - Spells of Pain - but this isn't it. I don't know where this could have come from." She began to thumb through the pages, stopping where the book wanted to open naturally due to a slight crease in the pages. "It looks like somebody's idea of a joke. The spells don't match up with the descriptions, even. Take this one for example. It promises to bring an unruly child back under control but it's a Corpus et Animus spell."

"A corporate animal what?" Kay asked, puzzled.

"It's Latin. Corpus et Animus. I suppose they don't teach Latin in the schools anymore. It's a shame; Latin's such a useful language," Tabitha clucked.

Kay resisted the urge to roll her eyes at old woman's griping. Latin was considered a dead language for a reason and why anyone would think it useful was beyond Kay. Instead, she said, "Okay. Corpus et Animus," she mimicked. "What does it mean?"

"Body and Spirit. It's a body-swapping spell," Tabitha explained. She looked back down at the book in her hand and shook her head. "And not a very good one at that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it isn't permanent, and it would break too easily. Only a fool would use this as a body-switching spell. Well, if magic was real, obviously." Tabitha's tone changed drastically with that pronouncement, almost as if she were embarrassed to be caught talking about magic and spells, which Kay might have agreed with if she didn't know firsthand that it was real. "It's all a bunch of poppycock." Tabitha handed the book back to Kay. "You can take it if you want. As I said, it isn't mine. What did you need it for anyway?"

Kay took the book while trying to think up a reasonable excuse. "It's for . . . a school project. Umm, how would the spell break?"

Tabitha waved the question away with a dismissive flick of the wrist. "It's not really real, Kay. How should I know how the spell would break?"

"Well, thanks anyway," Kay said more because it was what was expected and her mother would kill her if she found out she wasn't polite to her elderly neighbour.

"Anytime, dearie," Tabitha said, seemingly obviously to Kay's disappointment.

She ran into Timmy, who was carrying a tray of what looked to be martinis up to the attic, on the way out, but didn't stop. She had a sinking feeling that she knew what was going on.


"Where is Kay going, Princess?" Timmy asked after the teen had fled the attic. "Timmy made some of his MarTimmys but she left before Timmy could give them to her."

"It's just as well, Timmy," Tabitha answered. "This way, there's more for me." She took a glass and, after taking a long drink, threw back her head and laughed.

"Timmy wants to know what his Princess finds so funny," the doll-turned-boy asked.

"Kay is in a spot of trouble. We don't need to wait for Zombie Blondie to come back with the news from our friends in the basement; Kay's the one behind all the trouble. Accidentally, for once."

"What does Princess mean?" Timmy asked, taking a MarTimmy himself.

"You'll see," Tabitha crowed. "You'll see." Taking a second drink, she led the boy to her scrying glass. As the two crowded over the reflective surface, the Bennett's living room slowly came into view. The entire town was assembled there, it seemed, and they were just waiting for one last person to arrive.

At last, the body of Grace Bennett came through the front door.

End Part Four