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A/N sorry for being evil to you all there I just couldn't help myself, heehee, I promise not to be naughty anymore ;) Anyway we're going back to Robbie and Morgan in the chapter.

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(Morgan's POV)

I heard Hunter voice echo through my head, he sounded concerned, worried even.

"What is it?" Robbie asked

"Hunter, he's messaging me, he wants to know where I am, I'll reply in a bit, Come on Robbie, don't avoided the question, you started, I want to know what about this "girl" you keep mentioning."

"Okay," he said finally, "Just tell Hunter where you are first, then I will"

I think he was stalling, trying to think of a way to tell me, or trying to avoid it altogether, either way Hunter and I exchanged a few messages, about my concern for him, then I said goodbye and asked him to take care of Bree for me.

"Robbie, come on now, you've got to tell me, I'm worried about you and worried about Bree, if you love her and want her back, I can help" I think I got through to him just then.

"Four nights ago. . ." he started, "I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this allowed, I'm so stupid"

"Robbie." I said gently, wanting him to tell me what he was about to.

"Okay, okay, about four nights ago, Bree and I were in bed, she was sleeping, but I couldn't, so I got up and went to grab a coffee. . ."

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four nights ago. . . (Robbie's POV)

I looked over at the clock, it was nearly 3am, and I had been lying wide-awake in bed for the last 4 hours, why can't I sleep?

I gave up on the whole trying prospect and gently got out of bed, careful not to wake Bree.

I walked into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee then sat I sat down at the table.

"What's wrong?" A teenage girl appeared in the room before me. She had brilliant blue eyes and golden blonde hair that touched her shoulders.

"What the. . .?" I cried jumping to my feet; I'll be surprised if I didn't wake up Bree.

"Who are you?" I asked the girl. "How did you get here?"

"Don't worry dad, it's okay" the girl came up to me and sat me back down, hang on a sec!

"Dad? What the hell?" I cried

"Okay, this is a long story but you've got to believe me, when I tell you okay?" I nodded slowly, not sure what to think, but whatever she/it is, I decided to hear her/it out.

"I'm from the future, I'm you daughter, Caitlyn Michelle Gurevitch."

I stared in awe at this girl who claims to be my daughter, she unbelievably gorgeous, an obvious trait from Bree.

"Okay, but how is this possible? How did you get here? Were not blood witches, so how could you do this?" I had many questions.

"Well in the future you and mom still practise Wicca, with Morgan and Hunter, but after. . . what happened, Morgan and Hunter wrote a spell to send me here to stop it."

This confused me, "What do you mean? What happened what are you meant to stop?"

"Well, there was an accident, when you and mom married, you were happy for a while, but then living with each other as a married couple began to annoy mom, she didn't think she was ready for marriage and you two began to argue constantly, this went on for years, for years it was or will be, a living nightmare for you both, you slept on separate beds, you wouldn't divorce or move apart for my sake and my twin sister Morgan's, but one night, we were all driving to parent/teacher night, I was snowing and it was really icy on the roads, you and mom started arguing about something and you lost concentration on the road, then the next thing I remember I was waking up from a 3 month coma, Hunter and Morgan and their daughter Moira who is 13, were sat at my bed side, they said the car had skidded off the road and off the cliff, Morgan, you and Mom died, I had three cracked ribs, a punctured lung and a broken leg, but I was fine in the end, I moved in with them, they wanted me to come back here to you to stop the wedding."

"Stop. . .stop the wedding?" I couldn't believe I was hearing this.

"Dad, you're lives depend on it. . ."