A/N: Chapter 15 everyone.. Enjoy!

"It's really you? I'm not asleep right?" I said dazed. I stood in front of Landon and Her.
"You are my daughter. I know it's you." We stared each other in the eye. "You have his eyes. Just like Max." It took me a second to register who Max was.
"You mean Max is dad's daughter? I thought, maybe step sister but..."
"You look like Hunter." Mom said. She stepped forward, wrapping her hands around my arms. "Just like him." I stepped a bit closer. Soon enough, we were bawling on each others shoulders, hugging each other tightly.
After a few minutes, I realized poor Landon was still standing there, completely confused. I pulled away from mom, but not all the way.
"Uhh...." Landon looked between me and mom.
"It's my mom, Landon. She's not dead. It's her."
"Dr. Wylie is your mom?"
"Yes." I looked at mom again. "Wylie?"
"It was the last name I was given when they found me." She shrugged. "We've got a lot to catch up on." She nodded and smiled at me. "Do you have time?"
I could feel the happiness spread through my body. "All the time in the world."
"Coffee then? Do you drink coffee?"
"No not really. A diet coke sounds nice though." I seen her eyes light up. "Landon do you want to come with us?"
Landon stared, then shook his head. "Seems like a mother daughter sort of thing. Call me later, or whenever you have time?"
I left my mom's arms, and went into Landon's. After giving him a long kiss, I pulled away. He was red. "Course. And I'll try and explain everything the best I can."
"That would be highly appreciated." He whispered to me. "Dr. Wylie," he said louder, "I'll see you next Sunday." He turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand.
"I love you." With another hug, and an 'I love you too,' Landon was off. I turned back to my mom. Mom. Strange, after fourteen years of being motherless, how easy the word mom rolled out of my mouth. Especially to the mother I haven't seen in all those years. "How bout those diet cokes?"
We were seated in a comfy booth at June's Café about twenty minutes later. We waited until the waitress came then mom ordered diet cokes for the both of us. "And keep them coming," she said, "we'll be here a while." I laughed at this.
"Do you want me to start? Explain everything that happened to my knowledge." She asked me. I looked up from my drink, and nodded.
"That day when Ciaran took me..." She paused, and swallowed. I could tell this was going to be hard on her.
"I know what happened. I've seen it." I said quietly to her. "Seer blood." I reminded her. She nodded.
"When I finished that spell, I don't know what went on. I blacked out." She shook her head slightly, frowning. "For years I didn't know what had happened; why I lived and Ciaran didn't. But I finally got it. Did you hear the spell I said at the end?" I nodded. "I said protect my daughter, but I didn't specify WHICH daughter to protect. So, the spell decided to protect the daughter I was carrying. Protecting Max obviously protected me. That's how I managed to live."
"Why did you wait so long to find us then?"
Mom took a drink and continued. "When I woke up, I was in England. How I got there, I still to this day don't know, but I was there. Someone found me, and I was taken to a hospital. They told me I had lost my memory and I was pregnant. No one knew my name, or where I had come from. So, once I was released from the hospital, I got a job and a place to stay."
"But your name is Morgan, is it not?"
"That it is. When the manager of a coffee hut I applied at asked my name, I remembered I didn't have one. So, I said the first name that came to mind. Oddly enough, it was Morgan."
"And the last name?"
"Is the last name of the people I lived with until Max was born. Wylie just kind of stuck. I only just remembered, as crude as it sounds, about you and Hunter. So, Max finished out her last few days at school, and we came searching for you." She stopped to take another drink. "I knew your names were Hunter and Moira, but the last name wouldn't come to me."
"Niall." I told her. She looked at me for a while, but then I realized she wasn't actually looking at me. She was, but it was as if she wasn't there. "Mom?"
She shook her head a few seconds later and smiled. "Sorry. You unlocked another door."
I looked at her, with one eyebrow raised. "I unlocked another door? What exactly does that mean?"
"Oh. Sorry. It's what Max and I say when I remember something. Well, sometimes its just not something, sometimes its things. Certain things trigger my memory different then others." She saw my look of confusion and continued. "Some words, actions, whatever, cause me to remember a single detail. Others, like you saying Niall, unlock a whole room of things in my brain that I had forgotten."
"Does it hurt?"
"Oh no, not at all. Quite the contrary. Makes me feel good to remember things. I love when it happens. It just means I'm that much closer to remembering who I am."
After a few moments of silence between the two of us, I spoke. "Do you remember anything about your brother? Or sister?"
"No...But I'd like to."
I spent the better part of our talk jolting her memory on things. When she said enough, I told her about my past fourteen years of life. All about my friends, Landon, school, anything I could think of. The only thing I had failed to mention was dad. Obviously, she noticed.
"How is Hunter?" She asked, a smile on her face. It slowly faded when I failed to answer. "Moira?"
"He's in trouble." I said slowly, trying to pick my words carefully. Mom's eyebrows knitted together.
"Trouble, how? Financial? Legal?"
"Magickal." I sighed. "There's a woman." Mom frowned. "No, not like that. Well actually, yea like that. Her name is Jena, I think. She's got my dad under some sort of spell. He's like her servant. She wants...my powers, which I guess now she can't have because even I don't have them anymore, and she's going through dad to get them. And..."
"Slow down." Mom placed a hand on my knee under the table. With a questioning look, she said, "is your leg vibrating?" I shook my head.
"Uh oh. Killian. Sorry." I pulled Evan's cell phone out of my pocket and answered.
"Moira Fiona Grace, where have you been! I've rang this phone so many times I've lost count!"
"Hi Killian." I winced. I've never heard him this mad.
"Don't you hi Killian me. I'm coming to get you. Where are you?"
"June's Café. Killian?"
"Yes?" He said rather impatiently.
"I'm with a..." There really was no use lying to him. "Mom."
Silence until, "I'll be there soon."
"So that was my brother then?" Mom smiled. "Can't wait to meet him."