One of Them

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at a "So Weird" fanfic, and my second fanfic overall. Now, if you look through the So Weird category, you'll notice something – every single story has some type of romantic plot to it. Well, I'm sick of that. I'm just going to stick to what the show was really about: weird stuff. Oh, by the way, this takes place after "Twin" and before "Lightning Rod." Annie hasn't come into the Phillips' lives yet, and in my stories, never will. I don't really hate Annie, but the show was meant to have Fi in it. I'm sure there are some Annie-lovers out there, but I think the majority still think of "So Weird" as Fiona's show.

Disclaimer: Ok, why do people bother putting this in here? I mean, I think it's pretty obvious that none of us own any of the characters we write about. If we did it wouldn't be posted on , it would be made into an episode. Oh, and I'm just putting the disclaimer here instead of in every chapter. What's the point?

Ok, you're right – I do ramble on and on and on. I promise I'll start the story now.

Molly Phillips leaned against the door of her daughter, Fiona's, bedroom. She did not like what she saw. Fiona, or Fi, as most called her, was searching through a large, old book. Molly instantly recognized it as the book of Celtic magic spells Fiona had received from her aunt Melinda. Immediately her forehead creased with worry. What was Fiona up to now?
In order to understand Molly's concern, you would have to know the Phillips' basic family history. Fiona always had an interest, maybe even an obsession, with the paranormal. Just like her dead father, Rick. When Fiona first started her investigations, Molly noticed the connection right away. That brought back memories of her husband's last few years, and how she had worried about him so much. At first it had started as just a curiosity – a ghost sighting here, a UFO there. But then, after a year or two, it became a full-fledged obsession. The supernatural was all Rick ever talked about. And the more he became involved in it, the more Molly refused to believe it, even though most of the time the evidence was staring her right in the face. She wasn't close- minded, exactly. In fact, half the times she said she didn't believe him, she actually did. Molly was just afraid that if she encouraged him, he wouldn't be afraid to let this hobby take over his life. She practiced the same theory with Fiona. However, in the end her denial did nothing to save him. During the last few months of his life, Rick was positive he discovered something. He claimed it was a way to defeat evil forces that dwelled in the spirit realm. This was the last straw. A few weeks before the car crash, she had vented her anger and fear, but mostly her concern for his well being. Rick had overreacted, and they wound up having a huge fight. Molly counts her lucky stars every day that they had made up before his death.

FLASHBACK

Then, there was that fateful night. It was what had become normal for them – Molly was on the couch, trying to get baby Fiona to go to sleep. Jack, a toddler, was upstairs sleeping in his room. Rick was doing research, which was spread over the coffee table. Then, all of a sudden, he jumped up, "I have to go. I'll be back in a little while." He started gathering his papers in a hurry. Molly had just stared at him, "Rick, it's 9:30 at night. It's dark outside – can't it wait until tomorrow?" Inside, she was panicking, but she tried not to show it. "But Molly, I think I finally figured it out. I have to go make sure I'm right.." He started towards the door. "I'll be back soon – I promise." "Well, alright, if it means that much to you..." That's what she said, but she actually felt like strapping his leg to the couch with a 50 pound- weight. She just knew something bad was going to happen. She always knew when something bad was going to happen. Sighing, Molly carefully placed the sleeping Fiona on the couch and got up. Going over to Rick, she kissed him. Something told her she should make this one count, so she kissed him on the lips for almost a full minute. "I'll wait up for you." With that, Rick went out the door. She had received the call at midnight – Rick was dead.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Mom, you've been standing there for a few minutes now. Did you need anything?"
Fiona's voice cut through Molly's daydream. "What...? Oh, sorry, baby. I just came up to check on you. You've been in your room for a few hours." She went over and sat next to Fi. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" She referred to the magic book that was still open in Fi's lap.
"Oh, yeah. Well, Jack's been an annoying big brother lately, so I was looking for a spell that would turn him into a toad." Fiona was only kidding, of course, but changed her tone when she saw the panic rise in her mother's face. "Mom, I was joking."
"Oh, right."
Was it just her imagination, but did Molly look a little pale? "Mom, are you ok?"
"I'm...fine. I was just thinking about your father a few minutes ago. You and him are so alike sometimes."
"Oh..." Fiona didn't know what to say at times like this. Sure, she missed her dad, but she knew her mom missed him a whole lot more. She pretended to look through her spell book while she waited for Molly to say something...anything.
Molly studied her daughter. She looked so serious...so intent. Molly wasn't lying when she had compared Rick and Fi. While she was standing by the door, she almost thought she was watching Rick doing research. She felt a lump rise in her throat, but quickly swallowed it. "Fiona, you know I don't like all this paranormal stuff."
Fi sighed as she stood up. She and Molly had had this conversation a million times before, and it always ended the same way. Molly would express her disapproval of her daughter's hobby, and Fiona would say how she didn't care – she was going to do it anyway. Then, Molly would walk out in a huff, and they wouldn't speak to each other for a week. "Mom, let's not do this again..."
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending how you looked at it, Fiona saw a spark outside her bedroom window. Feeling her face whiten, she gasped. "No...it couldn't be..."
But it was. Seconds later, the small ball of light, known to Fiona as Bricriu, flew through the closed window. Fiona threw herself across her mother, just as the Will O' the Wisp made a beeline for Molly. Fiona was furious as she shouted, "You even think about taking over her body again and I'll say your name so fast you won't know what hit you!"
The ball of light, generally known as a Spunkie, stopped in its tracks. "Aw, little duck, you're no fun!"
"Not when it comes to evil spirits possessing my family!" Though she was crushing her shocked mother onto the bed, she refused to move. "Promise you won't go into her body!"
"Alright, little duck. Besides, what's the point if you're just going to say my name anyway?" The Spunkie spoke in a thick Scottish accent.
A little reluctantly, Fiona got off her mother. However, Molly still thought she was having a panic attack...or at least a nightmare. Who...what...is that thing? And why does my daughter seem to know it? Out loud, in the most stable voice she could muster, Molly demanded, "Fiona Phillips, what in the world is going on?"