Disclaimer: I own Amelia, Hendrix (Drix), and Reagan, but that's it.

Los Angeles, California, August 18, 2003

Wesley and Fred sat in his office looking over files that had been taken from the Council after it blew up. They had to find something on where they had taken the children. Wesley couldn't wait to see them. It had been so many years. He hadn't even seen his baby girl, which Fred told him she had named Reagan.

Fred wondered if her babies were cold and hungry somewhere and what had happened to them. Were they being taken care of? Did they have someone that loved them? She would find them and when she did, she would kill every one of those men that had taken them from her. They had to keep looking.

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Rogers, Arkansas, August 18, 2003

Nine-year-old Amelia Graceland sat on her bed and painted her nails with the shiny pink nail polish her mother had bought her yesterday. It was a pretty pink and it had glitters in it. Suddenly, her five-year-old sister, Reagan, came running into the room.

Reagan jumped on her bed, causing Amelia to smudge the paint on her fingers.

"REAGAN!"

The little girl coiled as her sister yelled at her. She didn't like when her sister yelled at her. Tears began flowing over and soon she was crying her little heart out. Amelia looked at her little sister and instantly felt bad. She hadn't meant to make her cry.

"Shh, Reagan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Do you want me to paint your nails?"

The little girl dried her eyes quickly and sat down on her sister's bed.

"Okay."

"You're such a ham."

Reagan gave her sister a wide grin that reminded Amelia of a Cheshire cat. Amelia rolled her eyes and sat down beside her though.

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Southampton, England, August 18, 2003

Six-year-old Hendrix dodged another blow from his instructor. The older man really had the advantage, the boy was so much smaller and weaker than he, and poor Hendrix was exhausted. Suddenly, a blow caught him on the side of the face. He landed on the ground a moment later, panting and holding his right cheek with the man had slapped him with the broad side of the sword.

"Come on, boy, get your arse off the ground and stand back up."

Hendrix did as he was told and stood. He was so tired though. All the other boys in the academy got to go home to their mothers and fathers over summer but Hendrix didn't have parents and he lived at the academy year round. He had to work and learn all summer.

Of course, he would graduate from the Watcher's academy when he was eleven. Which, to some boys, would seem great, but to Hendrix, it seemed like Hell. He didn't have anywhere to go. No home, no family, so a 'kind' man, Mr Wyndham-Pryce, and his wife had agreed to take him in until he turned eighteen.

The instructor raised his sword and Hendrix did the same. Then, the fight began again and Hendrix struggled to keep pace and ignore the throbbing in his cheek. There would surely be a bruise later but if he didn't want more he'd concentrate.

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Los Angeles, California, August 18, 2003

Angel came into Wesley's office to find he and Fred looking through files.

"What's going on? Lorne's been rambling that you two have kids, you're wearing your pajamas, and I don't know what the Hell is going on."

Wesley looked up from his stack of papers.

"We do have children, we're married, and now we're looking for our three kids."

"Oh."

Noticing that Angel looked thoroughly confused, Wesley decided to explain.

"We were married back in nineteen-ninety-three. Our first daughter, Amelia, was born in nineteen-ninety-four, then our son, Hendrix or Drix, was born in nineteen-ninety-seven, and our third child, Reagan, was born in nineteen-ninety-eight. I never met her though because Fred was taken from me when she was pregnant with her. The Council took our other children as well and did a memory erase on all of us. That's why Fred thought she was in Pylea five years, when actually she was only there three. They sent her there and God knows what they've done with the kids."

"We'll find them, Wes. I promise. I'll get a special team working on it now."

With that Angel left the room. A sudden thought hit Fred.

"Wesley, what made us remember?"

Little did they know, that in order to do a memory spell, such as Vale had done the night before, you needed to have a mind that hadn't been tampered with, such as theirs had been. Therefore all spells were erased, of course, they didn't know this though. . .yet.

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