"So tell me again what happened?" asked Nick confused as they all piled into a van Mark rented.

"7 years ago Shadow," sighed Luke.

"The wolf" commented RJ.

"Yes, the wolf guided Joni into the woods. Told her she had to be the one that would close the door." Mark continued

"And the door is?" Rj asked once more/

"A mystical portal to a demon after life." Joni said buckling her seat belt.

"Ok, and you closed it?" asked RJ.

"Joni's pendant was the key to locking it. And we did."

"Ok... so tell me again." said RJ still in disbelief they never told him about it,

"So are you ready?" asked Robin as they sat in the plane.

"Am I ready? I just left my fiancé on the alter, to go chasing after some guy I am not even sure exist!" she yelled. "I can't believe I'm doing this, going with a man I barely even know!"

"Liz...Mosca."

"W-what?"

"It's something you used to say to all of us all the time. It means Fly, it means take a chance, seize the moment."

"Was I-... why can't I remember?"

"Mind wipe" he sighed simply. Elizabeth Wattson remained silent.

"Ok this is it huh?" asked RJ his own two small battle-axes

"Yeh, looks familiar," said Mark his own signature weapon, which was a large heavy sort of tree branch (well it could pass for a trunk.) Yet Mark out of the 4 had the super strength so he could pick it up.

"Yeh I think this It." said Joni holding her bow, her arrows strapped to her back.

"Yeh this is it, see the rocks?" asked Luke pointing to the large boulders holding his own weapon of choice. A bright white sword. Something he found when unpacking at Wesley's the first day they moved in. No clue why but he felt oddly drawn to it yet he was.

"Look guys, just no getting lost got it?" asked Emma holding her staff which was the only weapon Liz would ever let Wesley teach her how to use. Considering it was her fist weapon she had master the art of using it.

"Well guess what," said a voice from behind them as they came into the clearing. It was Wesley. "You found me." he grinned. A black sword in his hands.

"So where are they?" asked Liz unsure of herself, now wearing jeans, a red tank top, and a matching colored jean jacket. Also a matching colored red bandana in her hair. She looks around obviously nervous.

"They said they where going straight to the door." he said looking around knowing he was losing her trust.

"What door?"

Wesley came in fast sword above him, everyone moved quickly out of the way except who blocked his attack knowingly. Joni immediacy loaded her bow shooting her arrow as it streaked across the night air yet Wesley with a free hand caught.

"Nice try little sister." he chuckled as he threw it right back at her. Using his mallet Wilfred blocked it, letting the arrow pierce the hard thick wood. Distracted for a moment Luke who was under Wesley used his foot to sweep him to the ground. As he got up Wesley pulled him back down. Emma came in with a quick swipe to Wesley's head yet she soon found herself floating in the air. Next RJ, who had always used his axes, came in, twirling them in his hands expectantly. Yet he soon found himself floating in the air as well. Soon followed by Joni, and Mark. Wesley looked at Luke in the eye. "This is between you and me little brother," he hissed. Luke's eyes where on fire as he got in to a fighting stance. 2 hands on his sword that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.

"Aaaah Excalibur." grinned Wesley. Luke looked up at him disbelief. "But the funny thing is brother." he said twirling his own black sword. "Swords have brothers to. Now meet Tueur," he merely yelled coming in with a head strike. Luke blocked it and used his strength to keep it from pushing him to the ground.

"Tueur? That's Destroyer French."

"Lady of the Lake dear brother. She took many forms." he hissed and backed off.

"Yeh?"

"Yeh, and one of them was Femme de la mer"

"Woman of the Ocean?" asked Luke as Wesley came in for another strike to the side yet he merely continued to block while Wesley tried to hit him to his left rib cage yet he merely wield it at a 180 degrees and stopped it.

"Bingo little brother. Now ready for a history lesson?" he asked coming in for another attack at his right rib cage yet again Luke blocked it.

"No, little busy." he said grinding his teeth doing the 180 degree trick again to block it.

"Huh I see, very well then." he mum reed and jumped backwards. This time he was more prepared and more focused on fighting and less on trying to distract his little brother. He came in from in from above "cling" went their swords. He quickly tried a stab to the cut yet Luke merely parried the attack "cling" went the swords once more.

"Lukas duck!" yelled Emma as he came in for a quick chop to the head.

"Hit him in his ribs!" yelled RJ. Yet Wesley merely blocked it and punched him. "His others rib!"

"Guys your not helping!" yelled Luke getting up and Wesley came in from another air attack. This time using only one arm to control his sword his blocked it, the shock from the strong metal sword put him in a slight measure of pain, yet it was worth it because his side ribs where now opened. He did a quick side kick and hit him hard where there sending him flying to the ground, a few snaps where heard signaling a cracked rib or two.

"Clever little brother, but I don't think Mnemosyne would be pleased."

"Mnemosyne? What is it with you and ancient female icons? Mnemosyne was one of the 9 water nymphs, the mother of the 9 muse's, god of Memory."

"Very good little brother. You were head boy at the watchers academy weren't you? Of course it was the co-ed one, and the one in Ireland. Not as good and grand as the all boy, one in Britain, but acceptable all the same." he said nodding in approval. "We are more alike then you think." he grinned.

"We are nothing alike." he yelled in anger his turn for coming in for an attack charging at him. Wesley merely deflected his blow using his own sword to merely send him to the side yet Luke lifted his sword higher just in time for a head attack, which he held it so high he hit him with the bunt end of the sword and it hit his head true on sending him to the ground, struggling to stay conscious. Now Luke stopped.

All he would have to do is cut off his head. Every time he looked at him he should see "the first" or "Shadow" or...yet... all he could see when he looked at the man trying to keep his eye lids open...all he could see is the man who sat him up on the kitchen counter so many times he had lost count. That man who would teach him so much about life...the man who tended to so many of his injuries, he should be a certified doctor. Damm-it...he couldn't kill him.

He looked up to the skies as if for an answer, yet when he got none he looked down, and his eyeballs almost fell out of it's sockets. He was gone. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned and the next tithing he saw was a fist, and it hit him so hard in the face he flew in the air and landed up against a tree. His nose bleeding a piercing pain throughout his back and nose.

"Clever little brother." he said walking over to Luke as he raised his sword. "Guess no time for that history lesson after all." he said and was about to strike down and Luke closed his eyes. Yet when he felt nothing he looked up... it was Liz...standing there her hands on his arms stopping him from striking Luke? Of course her strength was nothing compared, yet for some odd reason her small amount of strength was enough. No Luke realized it wasn't her strength because he saw Wesley's eyes... they were opened wide. Still totally pitched black.

"Elizabeth" he said, his voice was no longer demony, and deep sounding, yet now of a scared British man.

"Wesley? Put the sword down."

"Liz I-"

"Wesley please, I know you don't want to hurt anyone," she begged. That was all that was needed. Wesley's eyes went back to normal, and he fell to his knees in anguish. His eyes now hollow in disbelief of what took place.

"No...I-I"

"Wesley?" asked Liz for reassurance.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered from his place on the ground. Emma, RJ, Mark, Joni fell to the ground. Robin soon came into the clearing and asked.

"What I miss?"