A/N: I decided to work on my fic. Hahahahaha. I'm soooo sorry I took this long. See, I have lots of things to do, like school and it's near the end so I'll get even more time to work on this, so I'll finish it. Plus I lost my muse for a WHILE. Well, before I start, I just want to answer the questionable reviews I got. Hi Charmedchic72! Whoa, you like reviewed almost every chapter!! That's absolutely...excellent!! I remember you! You were my first EVER reviewer for my first (And highly overrated) charmed fic! Well, you left a couple questions. It's cool that you reviewed another one of my fics. Okay, first question:

love the baby's name, too, but am wondering why they didn't name her Melinda.

That was my doing. See no offense to everyone out there who loves the name, but I DON'T LIKE THAT NAME. It's not a cool name like Prue or Piper or Stephanie (joking...), so I went looking for another name in this list of popular baby names, and I found Samantha. It just seemed to fit...real real nice. So, that's what I named my special star in the spotlight!

so how come she doesnt know about her powers if she is being watched by whitelighters, huh?

Not to be rude, but if you paid attention to reading the story, then you would have seen that she doesn't know that her aunt and uncle are, or were whitelighters. They couldn't reveal their identity since if the Elders found out they were looking over Sam, it would be the end of Leo, Piper and Artemis and Apolla.

just a thought but dont you think, with as stubborn as piper is and all, that she would have already tried several times to find Samantha?

Again, not to be rude AT ALL, but I already wrote that Piper tried to find her once or twice, but stopped. You would see that she also didn't want Leo to be in danger, so finding Samantha was risking everything she and Leo were working for. She didn't want Sam to be hurt either.

I just wanted to make that clear...I hope my story isn't too confusing. To all my reviewers *eyeing specifically CF12, Brooke and Sam, I think your name is..the one's who's always emailing me?* I just want to thank you guys for reading and reviewing...and loving my story. I mean when someone actually takes the time something you made on your own...it's like, a really big thing...and it's a big deal to me. Thank you guys, so much. On with the show!

Separation- Chapter 14

"Say that again." Arkon said with a clear and very grim tone in his voice. As he adjusted himself in his seat, the whitelighter standing in front of him took a deep breath and adjusted his shirt collar. He wiped off the little beads of sweat pouring from his head.

"My Lord.....Spencer....was lost in a battle with a witch, sir." he said hoarsely. He realized that he had never been this scared in his life. Working with a demon was new for this particular darklighter and it was harder than he had expected. What he hadn't expected was to be assigned to spy on one of the top darklighters in Arkon's army: Spencer Slater. Spencer was one of his captains, and he was surprised when Arkon asked him to do the dirty deed. But he had no idea it would end this way.

Arkon seemed to flinch at the sound of the news, but kept his face straight and calm. "And...when did this happen?" he said.

"Just a while ago sir. I fled once I saw that Spencer had gone down....since I thought you would want to know."

"What was he doing before then?"

"He was at a house sir. First, he was acting strange, as if he was amazed to see what was inside the house. He took out the tracking crystal, and it was shining like....like....it was a car alarm light or something. It was extremely bright, and sir...I mean..."

Arkon reacted in a rather excited, anxious sort of way. "What? What do you mean? He found the great source of power that I hypothesized before...???" he exclaimed, standing up from his chair. The darklighter, startled by his sudden reaction, got more nervous and could do nothing but nod.

"Yes...sir. I could sense the power level myself, and I'm just a mere soldier of Spencer's....I don't have as good sensing skills as he does my liege."

Arkon sat back down and scratched his chin a bit, as if he were thinking about something. "Did you see where exactly this power came from? WHO it came from?"

The darklighter took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck a bit. "It's a long story sir, I'm not sure that you want to...."

"I asked you a question....Either you answer it, or the consequences will be very great. You understand, don't you? DON'T YOU?" Arkon said, suddenly standing up and screaming into the darklighter's face. His voice rang in the darklighter's ears and he quickly nodded. Arkon's veins that popped out of his face started to quickly sink back into his skin and he calmed down once more. "Good. Go ON."

"Well sir, I followed my Captain where he was going, like you asked me to. He stopped at this house....one that consists somewhere a little outside the city. There a couple lived, but it wasn't any ordinary couple. The couple were a pair of senior whitelighters, ones that had power levels over 7. They were partners, which means the two of them together, their power levels were great. Spencer eyed them as his next prey."

Arkon's smile seemed to be growing bigger and bigger each time he heard a synonym to his favorite word: power.

"So, he seemed pretty content to get the whitelighters, and he was about to, when I saw a new expression on his face. That's where he orbed up to the second floor and that's when the crystal started glowing like mad, sir. The power was humongous...I mean, sir, I could feel it so much in my veins...pumping, and pumping. Darklighters sir, we can sense what kind of creature they are....and this was a half darklighter and half witch, whose powers were bound, but still it's aura consists of so much....it made me wonder how much it would give off if it's powers weren't bound....."

"Excellent....what was it anyway? I human? Some boy I suppose?"

"No sir...it was a young adolescent girl sir."

Arkon's eyes widened at the answer. "A girl??? A mere GIRL has this enormous power??? But....I don't understand.....?"

"I didn't at first either sir...but then I remembered a rumor I heard a few years back....some upper level demons sensed a new power, a powerful power on the side of good, and this was never confirmed....but it said that the charmed ones had a child....and I'm thinking she was put with these two whitelighters, and had her powers bound....to keep hidden from everyone else."

"The charmed ones? A child?? I'm an upper level...how come I never received word of this??"

"Well sir....this was only a rumor, and it didn't spread very far. Just little talk around the underworld."

Arkon nodded his head. " I see....what happened next?"

"Spencer fought with the whitelighters, which took a while sir. But he managed to terminate both and steal their power into the tracking crystal...."

Arkon shimmered with glee, and a big smirk appeared on his face. "Both whitelighters....so much power....." he whispered, talking to himself. He held out his hand toward the darklighter. "Well, where is the crystal? I must have it if I'm to get all that energy...."

"Sir...there's more with the story."

"Oh?"

"The girl's powers unbound....and Spencer was about to get her power, whitelighter and witch powers, but two witches came out of nowhere and both took Spencer out, and now he's gone before the girl ever got to get her powers absorbed....The witches have her now."

"But you must have gotten the crystal before they left...."

"They took it before me sir...the witches are in possession of that too...."

Arkon's face turned to pure anger. His eyes literally turned to flames and his hands slowly formed into fists. "What." he said, his voice suddenly deeper. "Darklighter...your job was to watch your captain....and if anything happened, retrieve that crystal to me. Do you UNDERSTAND what you have just done by letting the witches have that crystal."

The darklighter's fear revealed itself all over him. His sweat beads started to fall faster and faster, and his heart beat right out of his chest. "But my liege...the witches...they took it before I could even....."

"LETTING THEM HAVE THE CRYSTAL COULD BE THE END OF ME. THAT CRYSTAL IS HOW I SURVIVE...IT CONTAINS THE POWER TO SUCK THE POWER OF ANY BEING, EVIL OR GOOD IF THE PERSON HAS THE ENERGY AND SKILL TO USE IT. AND YOU LET WITCHES HAVE IT??? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE UNDERWORLD COULD DO TO ME IF THEY EVER FOUND THIS OUT???"

Arkon slammed his fists down and formed a high voltage energy ball in his right hand, and it generated with great electricity. He was breathing raggedly now, his teeth gritted into a fierce bite. "Now tell me darklighter....does anyone else know of this incident???"

"No sir...I went right to you...." he muttered nervously.

Arkon's eyes went softer, and he calmed down. The energy disappeared from his hand and he let it down slowly. "I see...." he said. The darklighter, thinking that he just escaped death gave a sigh of relief. Arkon faced him in the eye. "It's too bad darklighter....I was starting to like you too...."

The darklighter's eyes suddenly widened as he opened his mouth to scream, but Arkon had already shot out his palm in the direction to the darklighter and shot a very high voltage energy ball to his chest. The darklighter exploded into many black swirling pieces until they all finally disappeared into thin air. Arkon walked over to his desk and leaned on it, breathing heavily.

He pressed a little button that had a little ringer to it. After a few seconds, a darklighter orbed into the room and went into a rest position with his head bowed down. "My liege."

"Conrad."

"Yes, sir."

"You're in charge now. I'm weak....and right now, I want you to get my energy from a few whitelighters, it doesn't matter what their power level is...I just need some more power since I used all of mine on your little friend. And I expect you to deliver this quickly...."

"Yes, sir."

"And when you come back...gather up your troops. We have something to claim and something to steal from the charmed ones..."

"The charmed ones sir??"

"Yes...now go, go, NOW. I need energy...." Arkon said as he grabbed his head to calm himself down. The darklighter quickly orbed out of the room. Arkon walked and slumped back down into his chair, since his energy was practically all out.

'Once I get that crystal....I'll get all the charmed ones powers....plus this little powerful one...then I'll have all the power I need....'

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Sam bent down and leaned on her knees a bit. She bent down and breathed in all the oxygen she could take into her lungs. She was out of breath and the sky was pitch black with only faint streetlights to light her way. She was sweating all over, and was her chest hurt from running so fast. She just had to get away....she just had to get home.

Was it all real?

Was it all just a dream?

Who were those people...?

Why did all of them seem so familiar...?

All these questions lingered in her head as she stopped. She was in the middle of the street and had been running for an hour or so. All the motivation brought her about 10 miles but she was way far from home yet. She looked around her surroundings and realized in a heartbeat that she was lost.

She fell down on her butt and buried her face into her hands as she started to sob. " Why is this happening? What does everything mean???? I have to get home......I have to get home. IS THIS ALL REAL???" she screamed into the darkness. She stood up and wiped away her small tears. She was going to find home, no matter what came her way.

She was in the middle of the street, still sprinting in the same direction, and even though she didn't know where she was going, but she just had to get somewhere. She needed to get answers, to see where this nightmare led her. She ran faster and faster as she went down the street. "I have to get home....I have to get home....I have to get home...I have to get home....." she muttered to herself in slow breaths as she ran.

Suddenly, in the middle of nowhere a car turned a corner and headed right toward her. The headlights shone toward her and the car was going too fast that it was too late to brake. The car swerved but still headed towards Sam. The car was about to hit her when Sam screamed and closed her eyes to wait for the impact.

She waited.....and waited, thinking she was dead, waiting for the pain to run through her body. Nothing happened and she thought she was flying in the air from the hit. She was probably going to hit the ground any moment.

Little did she know, that what she really did was disappear into blue and swirling lights before the car had a chance to touch her.

Sam opened her eyes to see if she was going to see white rooms and gates and palaces and clouds that were supposed to be heaven, but instead she found herself in front of her house. She looked around vigorously, looking for the car, and looking for the place she was just in, but found nothing but her own, familiar neighborhood.

Another chill went through her and she held her head tightly, not wanting more tears of fear to run down from her eyes. "What's HAPPENING TO ME???" she screamed to herself. "THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

She ran down her pathway and opened the door so hardly that she fell while opening it halfway. All the lights were off, and it was pitch black. "AUNT PAM!! UNCLE ART!!"

Images of them lying lifeless ran through her head, like one big slideshow. She shook her head and pushed the thoughts from her mind. "It had to be a dream....it HAD to be a dream...."

She looked in the living rooms and the offices and stopped before she walked into the room she dreaded to look into. "Uncle Art? Aunt Pam?" she whispered, with tears running down her cheeks, knowing that everything was one big nightmare if not just a dream. She walked into the kitchen slowly and saw what she left before the same day.

Her aunt laying against the wall with blood stained all over her stomach and her shirt. Her peachy skin was now pale, and her glimmering eyes were now closed and would never open again. Her chest lacked the motion of moving up and down for when she breathed, but now she was nothing but a white corpse. Sam turned around and saw her uncle lying on the floor.

His neatly combed gray hair was now ruffled and messy all over his face. His delicate skin was now sagged and was wrinkled while his usual bright smile on his face just disappeared and left lifeless lips that would never be molded again. She walked over to her uncle so that she was facing him. She stared wide eyed at both of them, the tears never stopping yet she never noticed they already started to fall.

Sam fell to her knees and cried like she had never cried before. Her moans echoed throughout the house, since her mourning was so emotional. Her guardians, the only parents she had ever known were lying dead in front of her, and they would never come back. Not to cheer her up when she was sad. Not to make her feel better once she was sick. Not to give her unconditional love whenever she needed it. Not to make her feel so safe and comfortable once they cracked a little smile on their faces. They would never be back.

Sam sobbed more, and wouldn't stop. Her breathing was uneven because she was crying hardly. She lied down on the floor, so that she was face to face with her uncle. She looked at his face through her blurry tears and put her arm over to his back to embrace him. She put his arm over her to make her feel like he was hugging back. She didn't want to let go, and cuddled in his shoulder to his soft skin on his cheeks.

But as she breathed and cried into his shoulder, her uncle didn't breathe in a rhythmic pattern along with her. His arm was heavy and drooped over her shoulder since there was no energy there to hold it up. She came out from her position and kneeled again to kiss her uncle on the cheek and to fix his hair a little, so he looked peaceful. Blood was stained on her shirt from the embrace, but Sam didn't notice a thing. She walked over to her aunt and kissed her on the cheek and laid her down into a more comfortable position instead of sitting against the wall. She lied her with her back down on the floor and her face up, as if she were sleeping soundly.

Sam's tears spilled on the floor and left a watery track as she left and ran up to her bedroom. Things were too crazy now, she couldn't stay here. She would probably be put with foster parents and would have to leave everything she knew. It would never be the same without her aunt and uncle. The violent people at the big house who probably kidnaped her were probably after her right this very minute and was probably going to try and catch her. She had to leave, and quick.

She took her messenger bag and emptied it of all her school books etc. She opened her closet and started stuffing random clothes into her bag. It didn't matter to her what she got, she just needed extra clothes. She took a travel pack consisting of miniature hygiene products and stuffed it into the front pocket of her bag. She took a picture that had her, and her aunt and uncle at Disneyland when she was 12 and stuffed the frame into her bag along with her stuff.

She went to her aunt and uncle's room and took out a box full of cash that she knew they kept in case of emergency. It had about 400 dollars and that's what she'd use for money. She didn't know where she would go, but she knew she had to get away from this horrible nightmare.

Suddenly, she felt a little gust of wind against her cheek and some creaks in the floorboards. She knew that someone was behind her and dropped her bag. She formed fists out of her hands and turned around quickly to try and take the guy down. To her surprise, it was her school counselor.

"Prue...." she whispered.

Prue stood in front of her with sympathetic eyes put her hands up in defense in case Sam did decide to strike. "Sam..."

"What are you doing here?? What....do....why...what happened to them downstairs?? Where did I go...What...." Sam started many questions that she wanted to get out, but was unable to finish them. She broke down into tears and started to sob once more.

"Oh hon...." Prue whispered as she took Sam into an embrace. She rubbed her back and held her tight. Sam cried into her shoulder and hugged her as if she was never to let go. "I don't know what's happening to me...." she whispered. Prue pulled her away to look her into the eye. "Sam...what are you doing here?? You're supposed to be at the manor....." she started. Sam pulled away from her grasp and the look of fear returned to her eyes.

"What....how did you know I was there??? Who were those people??? You're...you're IN THIS TOO! What...What....Who....You're with them!! You're trying to kidnap me...you're with the people who killed them downstairs!!" she screamed. Sam grabbed her backpack and tried to run out but Prue grabbed her so that she couldn't move.

"Sam, you have to listen to me. There's a lot of things that you don't know...that I need to explain to you. You need to listen to everything I have to say...."

"How can I??? Huh??? All this weird crap is happening to me!!! I make things stop and I make things blow up and I teleport and it's all happening tonight....the only parents I've ever known are gone downstairs and I have people who are out to get me who YOU could be working with!! I can't trust anyone...this is too unreal....IT'S TOO UNREAL."

She tried to escape but Prue held her tight and wouldn't let her go. "Sam, look at me. Look at me....please." she pleaded. Sam turned to Prue and they were eye to eye once more.

"Sam....you have to know something....and there's a reason why they....you were gone....it's complicated. Your uncle probably told you before he...."

"He was delirious....He didn't mean anything he said..."

"But it's true Sam. You're....magic. You're a witch. You have powers, that is why you have been doing these weird things....Your parents were magical."

Sam stared at her in disbelief as she talked. "Your aunt and uncle weren't related to you at all. Your parents left you with them for protection, because you were to be hidden from other magical people for your and their safety . They were guardian angels, called whitelighters. So am I....I'm one of those whitelighters who was sent to protect you...but there's more...."

"WHAT?? You're going just as insane as Uncle Art....Now let me GO!"

"Sam....your mother was my sister.....and we were together a long time ago, until I passed away and turned into a whitelighter. I'm your aunt Sam....."

" I HAVE NO PARENTS! THEY LEFT ME....AND YOU'RE LYING!" she cried. Prue kept hold of her and tried to reason. Suddenly , Prue stopped and listened in the background. Sirens were heading towards the house and they were coming closer and closer.

'Crap....the cops. I have to get Sam out of here....' Prue thought.

"Sam...hold on." she said. Sam was confused as Prue held her shoulder and orbed out of the house. Before they knew it, they were some place else, Sam just didn't know where they were. "How....how'd you do that?? What....what is all this???"

"It's a power. It's called orbing. It's what you did when you thought you teleported. It's a whitelighter power. When you stopped time, you were freezing time, that's one of your powers too. So was the exploding.....you take after your mother a lot....." Prue said, talking to Sam as calm as possible.

"But...magic isn't real. It can't be real....Magic is for storybooks and....it's for little kiddie birthday parties and...."

"But it is real Sam. Magic is all around us. Everything that you thought didn't exist, does. There are witches and warlocks and angels and fairies. But then there are also demons and darklighters, and other things....that are bad. I am on the side of good...so is your mother and your father."

Sam paused, trying to process everything Prue was saying. She was still in disbelief, but something was telling her that it was all true, and it was all real.

"Still don't believe me?" Prue said. She looked around the place they were in and found a vase of flowers by a wall. She picked them up and looked towards Sam. Sam stared at her, confused. Prue smiled. "Here Sam, catch!!" she said as she threw the vase hard towards Sam. Sam shrieked as the vase came in midair toward her. She threw her arms out, hoping to stop it from crashing into her.

She opened her eyes and saw that the vase was still in the middle of the air, as if somebody paused the scene. She looked wide-eyed towards the vase, and walked towards it. She touched it gently and jumped back, afraid it would fall, but it was completely frozen. She looked to where Prue was but she wasn't there. She looked behind her and suddenly Prue was there. "BOO!" she said.

Sam gasped in surprise and to her surprise, disappeared in blue and white swirling lights for a minute, then materialized back to the same place where she was standing. "What the...."

Prue nodded her head. "And those were only half of your powers. There's a lot that even I don't know about yet....Since you're supposed to be the most powerful being on the Earth. It's quite complicated."

Sam looked at her, with confusing yet believing eyes. She took her eyes off Prue and suddenly caught sight of the wall behind her. Many plaques were arranged in rows on the wall, and she realized that Prue had orbed them into a mausoleum. One plaque caught Sam's eye and she walked over to it to read it.

Prudence Halliwell

Born 1970- 2000

Sam ran her hands over the metal letters on the plaque and looked at it with awe. She stopped her examining and turned to Prue. Prue had her hands shoved in her pant pockets and was looking at the plaque as if she were remembering something dear to her. Sam looked up to her with some sympathetic eyes, but they were also eyes of fear. "That's....you?"

Prue nodded. "I remember watching in this exact same spot when my sister Piper cried as she expressed how she felt now that I was gone. How much she hated me that I left....how much she missed me so much, how much she relied on me to keep her safe....to be her big sister throughout her whole life...." Prue sighed. "She doesn't deserve all this...."

Prue turned to Sam and kneeled so that they were eye level to each other. "That sister that I was just talking about....is your mother. You met up with her a little earlier. The woman from P3."

Sam stopped cold. She remembered how that woman looked familiar, and how that woman was the only one unfrozen once her so called "power" froze the whole club. She remembered how that woman had looked at her in a totally different way once they were close to each other, and how her eyes seemed so warming to her in a weird way. It all made some sense.....could that woman be her mother? But why would she leave her with her aunt and uncle like that? And who was her father?

"Well...then....who's my father?"

Prue stopped and smiled. She reached into the back pocket of her pants and pulled out a small photograph. "I have a feeling you'll remember this guy." she said, as she handed the crumpled photograph to Sam.

"Your uncle took this picture when you were about 10 months old.....Leo had just a little time away from the Elders where they weren't watching and went to see you for your birthday. He was so happy once he saw your bright eyes and that great baby smile of yours....and I remember he wouldn't stop apologizing for leaving you....." Prue said.

Sam stared at the photograph, her heart feeling warm but still drenched in fear. She stared at the photo, that had the blonde haired violent man she met earlier at the house smiling and holding Sam in his arms. Suddenly a little mental vision came into her head, of this man comforting her after a horrible nightmare, and staying with her till she fell asleep. She was only about 4, and didn't exactly know who the man was, but somehow knew she wasn't bad.....

Sam remembered it clearly now. Her heart felt heavy and the thought of her father loving her that much almost brought tears to her eyes.

"Sam, your parents loved you so much....but because of certain complications with another....let's just call them a higher powers.....they couldn't keep you or else they or you could have suffered a harsh punishment. They didn't want to let you go honey, but they just had to. They were devastated after you left, nothing was the same. The other two women you saw at the house were my other two sisters, and your two other aunts. They were Paige, and Phoebe. They loved you just as much, and so did I......" Prue continued.

Sam remembered Ms. Matthews from the school and realized that she was one of the two women at the house. Was that another coincidence? She didn't recognize the other woman, but if Ms. Matthews was her aunt, then she wouldn't mind that much after the kindness she showed at her school.

"I understand that part....what I don't get...is who killed my aunt and uncle??"

Prue stayed silent for a bit until she let out a huge sigh. "Sam, those were magical beings too, but they were evil. They are called darklighters, and they look for ways to terminate us whitelighters, plus they want to stop our good work and replace with evil....there's much more to it, but we'll leave it there."

"Why did they have to kill them?? Why were they after me...."

"I'm not sure I know the whole story.....The reason you only got your powers now is because they were bound by magic, so other evil people wouldn't sense you. But when your aunt and uncle passed, your powers were released since they were the ones who held the bindings to your powers. I guess other demons or darklighters sensed your powers, and being evil, they want to steal it from you. Your parents and your aunts were just protecting you...."

Sam leaned against the wall and put her head back. It was a lot to process, but something in her chest was telling her to believe it and that it was all true. Something in her head told her that it all made sense and she knew it all along that her life was different than others. But this different? She finally made up her mind and decided to believe it, since that's all she could rely on right now.

"So...my powers are back and people are trying to kill me and steal my powers?"

"If you want to put it that way....."

"Where are my mom and dad?"

"They're...probably looking for you right now...."

Sam paused and looked down at the floor. Suddenly a surge of anger went through her and she felt some sort of hatred toward her parents. "I still don't understand why they had to leave me...."

Prue tried to reason. "Sam...you have to understand it was the best for all of them...."

"If they loved me....they wouldn't have." she said bitterly. A silence was present between them until Prue heard a sensing jingle in her mind that was alerting her to leave. She glanced at Sam and looked to the door of the mausoleum. "Oh no....they're coming."

Sam glanced up at Prue, confused. "What? Who's coming?" she asked. Prue glanced a worried look and finally gave a sigh, deciding what to do. "Sam, I have to leave you.....but do not mention me in front of everyone you got it?"

"What? Why are you leaving me? What if evil people try and come get me and you're not here to help me??"

"Trust me, you'll be safe...but you have to promise not to mention me to ANYONE....promise? If people find out I was with you, then it won't be good."

"But who's coming....?

"Promise or not??" Prue said with anxious eyes, knowing they were drawing closer and closer and she couldn't risk being seen, or it would be the end of her and she would have to give up protecting Sam. That couldn't happen. Sam gave up on asking questions and nodded. "I promise." she said. Prue gave her a warm smile before leaving in shiny blue and white swirling orbs.

Just as Prue left, the door swung open and Sam gasped in fear as the loud noise surprised her. She was scared it was some darklighter, who Prue said would try to kill her, but instead four familiar heads came through the door.

Piper, Phoebe, Paige and Leo had found Sam's location and Sam was speechless as she stared at Leo and Piper with shock in silence. She didn't know what to do now.

To be continued.....Stay tuned for Chapter 15 of "Separation."

A/n: Sorry you guys....had to end it there. The chapter was getting too long, and it was about time that I had to separate the other parts into another chapter. I hope you liked this one....Don't forget to read and review!