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Hope I didn't miss anyone! Please enjoy and please review and I promise to try and update sooner next time!

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Eric's apartment was huge! Melinda guessed that that was the result of being a New York Police Officer. He had a spare room for her, even. Not just a couch for her to sleep on, like most places, but an actual room. She went and dumped her bag on the bed and then went back to Eric, who was waiting for her in the living room.

"Thanks again. You don't know how much this means to me – us," she said, one hand touching her stomach. She smiled.

Eric smiled back at her – well, more like smirked. But Melinda didn't notice.

"So, how's about you stay here and I'll go get us some food? There's a great Chinese Take-Out place a door or two down from here," Eric suggested.

Melinda nodded. Her stomach was grumbling loudly. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

Eric nodded. "I just need to do one thing first, then I'll go." He disappeared into his room, then came out a few seconds later, hands in his pockets. He approached her. "Just one little thing I need to do, then I can get the food."

Melinda began to nod when, out of nowhere, Eric's hand came flying out of his pocket and grabbed her wrist. He spun her around and held her tight to him.

"What-" Melinda gasped, but was cut off when Eric placed a white handkerchief over her nose and mouth. She shrieked and struggled, but became weaker and weaker as she breathed in an awful smell on the handkerchief. After a few moments, she passed out.

Eric whistled as he tossed the hanky aside and dragged Melinda to her room, where he tied her to the bedposts and then left, locking the door behind him. He continued to whistle as he made his way to King Wok Chinese Food – Eat in or Take out.

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When Melinda finally came to, her head ached terribly. Her vision was blurry and when it cleared, she realized her hands were tied behind her back, her legs were bound, she was gagged, and she was in a bathtub. She shrieked and kicked to no avail.

"No one can hear you, Melinda," someone said from the doorway.

Melinda turned to look at Eric, leaning against the doorframe with a bag of Chinese takeout in one hand.

She tried to talk, but couldn't through the gag. Then she tried to use her powers and found they, too, didn't work. She tried to orb – that didn't work either.

"Don't try to magic your way out of this," Eric said, kneeling at the side of the tub.

Melinda's eyes widened. She was speaking, muffled, but trying. Eric removed the gag after making her nod a promise that she wouldn't yell.

"You're a demon!" she cried.

Eric smirked. "No, I'm human. Mortal as any mortal can be. Not a drop of magic in my veins. But I know magic exists and, well, I've learned of you and your cousins, too. I have some friends who are demons and they've told me stories. You see, I made them a deal. If I captured you and held you prisoner long enough for you to give birth and give the baby to them, they'd give me anything I want."

Horror filled Melinda's eyes. "No! Please, Eric don't! Please don't do this!"

"Too late," he replied coldly. "You're powers won't work. The demons set up some kind of spell so only dark magic, such as theirs, could be used in the apartment and your regular powers are bound, as well. And you won't be able to call you're cousins, either, since you blocked yourself from them."

"All I have to do is reverse the spell," Melinda snapped.

"But you can't do that," Eric replied, tying the gag back into place, "with that on."

She screamed a muffled something at him. He simply smirked and walked away.

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(Three months later)

Wyatt and Chris hadn't told Scott who they were. They had decided it wasn't worth it to do so. He'd only freak and it really was Melinda's job to tell.

They still hadn't found Melinda, either. Scott had come to the conclusion that she had run away. Wyatt and Chris knew otherwise, and were deathly afraid that she was hurt or worse.

Scott sighed, looking at a picture of him and Melinda sadly before closing his suitcase. He had a meeting in New York City and his flight would be leaving soon. He couldn't imagine why Melinda would just run away and it killed him. Shaking his head, he left his apartment and grabbed a cab that took him to the airport.

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The flight was long and tiring, and pretty boring. By the time he got to New York City, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more to get to his hotel.

The cab drive was slow, due to rush hour traffic, and the time difference was throwing him off. By the time he reached 14th street, he was ready to pass out.

He wasn't too tired, however, to notice the girl.

The girl was young, but whatever she had been through had aged her physically and, most likely, mentally. She had dirty blonde hair, a bad dye job by the brown roots that were showing. Her hair was cut to a short length, and it was just barely touching her shoulders. It was shaggy-looking. The girl's brown eyes were blank of emotion and feeling. Her clothes were old and ripped hand-me-downs and big on her, but not so big that Scott was unable to see her expanded, 3-month pregnant belly.

She was walking out of a building and heading in his direction, her eyes looking crestfallen and her gaze locked on the ground. She might have looked homeless, and Scott might have been tired out of his mind, but he still recognized her.

It was Melinda.

Shock overwhelmed him and he was torn between running to her and wondering why she looked pregnant. Finally, he ran to, joy evident by the big grin on his face.

"Melinda!"

The girl didn't look up, but kept walking.

Scott reached her and grabbed her arms, causing her to jump and look, startled, into his eyes.

"Oh my god, Melinda, it is you! I can't believe it! What happened? Why did you run away?" Scott asked, questions filling his head.

The girl shook her head. No, no she wasn't Melinda. Melinda wasn't her name.

"Melinda, what's wrong?

She shook her head again. "I'm-I'm not Melinda-"

Scott frowned. "Yes, you are! What's going on, Melinda?"

"No. I'm not Melinda. My name's Charlotte."

Scott shook his head and shook Melinda. "No, you're name is Melinda Halliwell, and I'm Scott, you're boyfriend. What is up with you?"

"Charlotte?"

Melinda and Scott both turned to look at a man walking towards them.

"Is this man bothering you, Charlotte?" he asked.

Charlotte nodded fervently. With a final tug, she broke free of Scott and hid behind the other man.

The man glared at Scott. "if you were smart, you wouldn't go around harassing women, buddy."

"She's my girlfriend, you psycho," Scott snarled.

The man laughed. "No, she's my girlfriend. And I'm a cop, so back off buddy."

Scott looked bewildered. He shook his head. "Melinda, come on, you know who I am."

She shook her head. "No. No my name I-is Charlotte. Stop calling me Melinda! Go away!"

Afraid for Melinda's sake, and very confused about what was going on, Scott left.

Once at his hotel, however, he called Wyatt and Chris back in California.

"Hello?" came Wyatt's voice.

"Wyatt, it's Scott. Are you sitting down? Good, because what I have to tell you . . . you won't believe."