A/N: SO sorry everyone...after three weeks, it still sounds like crap. Well..Enjoy
"She needs bloody training!" I heard faintly.
"What she needs is a bloody miracle. No normal powered witch could help her control that. She destroyed a bloody room."
"Not to mention her own back yard." Sky mumbled.
"Where are we going to find someone to help her?" I heard Evan start in.
"The only person I know with that much power is Morgan." Killian said.
"Morgan is dead, MacEwan. Get that through your thick skull." Grandpa interrupted.
"Your in my house now Niall, watch your mouth." Killian spat.
"Don't speak to your elders like that!" Grandpa thundered.
"Enough!" I heard Chase whisper harshly, silencing both his father and my grandfather. "We're talking about Moira here, so leave your pathetic differences aside for now."
"Is she going to be alright?" Karis asked quietly.
"I don't know lass." Grandpa sighed. "She was young when she stopped practicing wicca. That's a lot of bottled up power."
"She's been out for a few days now." Sky said, and I could tell it was uselessly. "When do you think she's going to wake up, Uncle?"
"Soon I hope." The door opened to the room I was in. "Ah, Moira. You're up." Grandpa smiled lightly. "How do you feel?"
For the first time, I looked around the room. I couldn't believe I had done this. "Bad. Killian?" I called out weakly. He, followed by his kids and Sky, walked into the room. I noticed Karis staying behind Evan. "I'm sorry about the room." I felt like crying. I had destroyed his room. He'd only known me for however long, and I murdered his room. I cried. "You guys shouldn't even be near me. I might hurt you."
"Nonsense." Killian muttered happily. "We're here to help."
"Help? You said I needed a bloody miracle. No one can help a freak like me." I started crying again.
"Moira, Moira, Moira." Chase said, deliberately slow. "Look around you. Who do you see?" I eyed him for a second before speaking.
"Grandpa."
"Witch."
"Sky."
"Witch."
"What are you getting at Chase?" I sighed.
"You're in a room full of witches Moira. What makes you think you're the only freak?"
"Well, the fact that I'm the one who destroyed the room, kinda puts me up higher on the level of freakiness." The room was officially bathed in silence. "Sky. You said it has been days?"
"Yea. Been a while since we've seen those eyes."
"What day is it?"
"Saturday." Wow. Knocked myself out for five days. That couldn't be good. Landon! "Landon? How is he?" I asked in a rush of breath.
"I don't know." Sky said to me. "At this point in time, we're worried about you." She ran a hand through my hair. I noticed everyone glancing around at each other. They were discussing things in their heads, that's what they had to be doing.
"Bloody hell," Evan threw his hands in the air. "Moira, what would you say if we told you...Karis get out from behind me...that we thought it would be best to rein your powers?" He eyed everyone else in the room briefly. "Was that so bloody hard," he mumbled under his breathe.
"Do what with my what?"
"Rein them. Slow them down. Little things only." Chase said quickly. He winked at Killian.
"I'd say do it." I said almost instantly.
"It's physically, mentally and emotionally draining."Grandpa warned.
"I don't care. Do it. It's not like I want them anyways." I shrugged. Everyone got shifty eyed again. "Just do it. Please."
So, an hour later, I was in fact physically and mentally drained. However, my emotions were still intact, and I could help the giant grin from slipping onto my lips. I couldn't do magic anymore. I couldn't get those nasty visions. I didn't have to worry about blasting peoples houses apart anymore. Why hadn't dad mentioned being reined to me...dad. "Grandpa?"
"Yes?"
"We need to get dad out of our house. She's evil. She's going to kill dad."
"She wont kill your dad, lass." Grandpa replied. "If she wants you, she'll need Giomanch alive. She won't kill him until she has you."
"Way to make me feel better." I muttered.
"It should, because she isn't getting you." Was grandpa's reply.
Sunday morning, I woke up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. After a good stretch, I crawled out of bed, and fumbled my way downstairs.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully. Today I was going to get to see Landon.
Chase grinned. "Run everyone, she's gonna get us. The freak is coming." Killian walked past behind him, smacking him as he went. "Da!"
"Shut up, and eat your breakfast." Killian instructed. "How are you this morning, Moira?" He said softer.
"I am great." I sat down beside Evan, who was partially still asleep. "No dreams, no visions, no freakiness." Killian set a plate in front of me, full of luscious pancakes. "Thanks!" I dug in quickly. I was so hungry it wasn't funny.
When I got to the hospital, I found the most disturbing thing ever. None of the Duran's were in the waiting room and Landon's room was empty. I rushed to the receptionist and asked what happened. She said simply he's gone.
Gone? I said to myself, as I walked down the street. Gone...what could that mean. Surely he wasn't d...no!
I was so wrapped up in my own little mind, that I didn't realize Logan's car had been slowly drifting beside me.
"Moira!" I finally looked up. "Where have you been?" I blinked once. Then once more. Logan was grinning, the biggest grin I'd ever seen in my life. Logan wasn't alone in the car.
"Landon?" I said quietly. A car door opened, and closed, echoing in my ears. There, standing right before me alive and well, was Landon. He looked no different then before the accident. No scars, no bruises. I wrapped my arms around him so tight, I thought his head might pop off. "God, I was so worried and scared. When did you get out of the hospital? I don't care. Thank god!"
"Uh lovebirds, hate to be a pain, but I'm in the middle of the street. Walking or riding? I can't wait here all day."
"We'll walk." Landon told his brother. He said something else and talked for a minute, but I didn't hear any of it. I was to busy staring at him, my chin on his chest, looking up.
We walked down to the park, and sat on the bench. I still had yet to let go of him, in fear that he may disappear. We talked about everything...anything really. Avoiding the topic of me, of course, because I didn't want him to worry.
"I love you." We both said at the same time, smiling away.
"She needs bloody training!" I heard faintly.
"What she needs is a bloody miracle. No normal powered witch could help her control that. She destroyed a bloody room."
"Not to mention her own back yard." Sky mumbled.
"Where are we going to find someone to help her?" I heard Evan start in.
"The only person I know with that much power is Morgan." Killian said.
"Morgan is dead, MacEwan. Get that through your thick skull." Grandpa interrupted.
"Your in my house now Niall, watch your mouth." Killian spat.
"Don't speak to your elders like that!" Grandpa thundered.
"Enough!" I heard Chase whisper harshly, silencing both his father and my grandfather. "We're talking about Moira here, so leave your pathetic differences aside for now."
"Is she going to be alright?" Karis asked quietly.
"I don't know lass." Grandpa sighed. "She was young when she stopped practicing wicca. That's a lot of bottled up power."
"She's been out for a few days now." Sky said, and I could tell it was uselessly. "When do you think she's going to wake up, Uncle?"
"Soon I hope." The door opened to the room I was in. "Ah, Moira. You're up." Grandpa smiled lightly. "How do you feel?"
For the first time, I looked around the room. I couldn't believe I had done this. "Bad. Killian?" I called out weakly. He, followed by his kids and Sky, walked into the room. I noticed Karis staying behind Evan. "I'm sorry about the room." I felt like crying. I had destroyed his room. He'd only known me for however long, and I murdered his room. I cried. "You guys shouldn't even be near me. I might hurt you."
"Nonsense." Killian muttered happily. "We're here to help."
"Help? You said I needed a bloody miracle. No one can help a freak like me." I started crying again.
"Moira, Moira, Moira." Chase said, deliberately slow. "Look around you. Who do you see?" I eyed him for a second before speaking.
"Grandpa."
"Witch."
"Sky."
"Witch."
"What are you getting at Chase?" I sighed.
"You're in a room full of witches Moira. What makes you think you're the only freak?"
"Well, the fact that I'm the one who destroyed the room, kinda puts me up higher on the level of freakiness." The room was officially bathed in silence. "Sky. You said it has been days?"
"Yea. Been a while since we've seen those eyes."
"What day is it?"
"Saturday." Wow. Knocked myself out for five days. That couldn't be good. Landon! "Landon? How is he?" I asked in a rush of breath.
"I don't know." Sky said to me. "At this point in time, we're worried about you." She ran a hand through my hair. I noticed everyone glancing around at each other. They were discussing things in their heads, that's what they had to be doing.
"Bloody hell," Evan threw his hands in the air. "Moira, what would you say if we told you...Karis get out from behind me...that we thought it would be best to rein your powers?" He eyed everyone else in the room briefly. "Was that so bloody hard," he mumbled under his breathe.
"Do what with my what?"
"Rein them. Slow them down. Little things only." Chase said quickly. He winked at Killian.
"I'd say do it." I said almost instantly.
"It's physically, mentally and emotionally draining."Grandpa warned.
"I don't care. Do it. It's not like I want them anyways." I shrugged. Everyone got shifty eyed again. "Just do it. Please."
So, an hour later, I was in fact physically and mentally drained. However, my emotions were still intact, and I could help the giant grin from slipping onto my lips. I couldn't do magic anymore. I couldn't get those nasty visions. I didn't have to worry about blasting peoples houses apart anymore. Why hadn't dad mentioned being reined to me...dad. "Grandpa?"
"Yes?"
"We need to get dad out of our house. She's evil. She's going to kill dad."
"She wont kill your dad, lass." Grandpa replied. "If she wants you, she'll need Giomanch alive. She won't kill him until she has you."
"Way to make me feel better." I muttered.
"It should, because she isn't getting you." Was grandpa's reply.
Sunday morning, I woke up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. After a good stretch, I crawled out of bed, and fumbled my way downstairs.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully. Today I was going to get to see Landon.
Chase grinned. "Run everyone, she's gonna get us. The freak is coming." Killian walked past behind him, smacking him as he went. "Da!"
"Shut up, and eat your breakfast." Killian instructed. "How are you this morning, Moira?" He said softer.
"I am great." I sat down beside Evan, who was partially still asleep. "No dreams, no visions, no freakiness." Killian set a plate in front of me, full of luscious pancakes. "Thanks!" I dug in quickly. I was so hungry it wasn't funny.
When I got to the hospital, I found the most disturbing thing ever. None of the Duran's were in the waiting room and Landon's room was empty. I rushed to the receptionist and asked what happened. She said simply he's gone.
Gone? I said to myself, as I walked down the street. Gone...what could that mean. Surely he wasn't d...no!
I was so wrapped up in my own little mind, that I didn't realize Logan's car had been slowly drifting beside me.
"Moira!" I finally looked up. "Where have you been?" I blinked once. Then once more. Logan was grinning, the biggest grin I'd ever seen in my life. Logan wasn't alone in the car.
"Landon?" I said quietly. A car door opened, and closed, echoing in my ears. There, standing right before me alive and well, was Landon. He looked no different then before the accident. No scars, no bruises. I wrapped my arms around him so tight, I thought his head might pop off. "God, I was so worried and scared. When did you get out of the hospital? I don't care. Thank god!"
"Uh lovebirds, hate to be a pain, but I'm in the middle of the street. Walking or riding? I can't wait here all day."
"We'll walk." Landon told his brother. He said something else and talked for a minute, but I didn't hear any of it. I was to busy staring at him, my chin on his chest, looking up.
We walked down to the park, and sat on the bench. I still had yet to let go of him, in fear that he may disappear. We talked about everything...anything really. Avoiding the topic of me, of course, because I didn't want him to worry.
"I love you." We both said at the same time, smiling away.