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

Rogers, Arkansas, August 19, 2003

Wesley and Fred walked up to the house, cautiously. Who knew what waited for them inside. They knocked on the door. A nice looking man and woman answered a moment later.

"Hello."

"Hi, we're looking for Amelia and Reagan, do they live here?"

"Oh, our daughters. . ."

"No, our daughters, the Council stole them from us."

The couple's smile faded as they stepped outside and closed the door. The man then turned to Wesley and punched him. The woman attacked Angel and the SWAT members but was quickly blown to bits. The 'man', however had Wesley pinned to the ground. He brought one of his claws up in the air and went to swipe at Wesley's face but a good shot from a rocket launcher brought him down, with bits and pieces getting on everyone.

"Well, that probably could have gone much better."

Wesley sat up on the ground as Fred went racing into the house. She raced upstairs to find no one in the first two bedrooms but when she ran into the third, she found two little girls huddled together in the corner of the room. They seemed scared of her.

"W-what did you do to our mommy and daddy?"

As Fred stepped closer, Amelia realized that she was the woman from her dream. Just then, Wesley came running in, as well. That was the man from Amelia's dreams. She let go off her little sister's hand and stood, approaching them. Wesley looked at his oldest daughter and felt tears welling up.

"Amelia, love, is that you?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm your father, your real father."

"But they. . ."

". . .were demons, little love, not your real parents."

"No, they weren't."

"Trust us, they were, they would have harmed you if they had been given the order, just please believe us."

"Where's the boy?"

"Boy. . .Drix? Your brother, Drix, you remember him?"

"He's in my dreams. He's only a baby. He's my brother?"

"Yes. We're going to go find him after this, we know he's in London."

Reagan came over to her sister and wrapped her arms around her waist. Fred bent down to her, it was the first time she'd actually seen her baby girl.

"I'm your mommy."

Reagan looked at her. She always had had a sense that something in her life wasn't right and she believed them, they were her parents, she could sense it. She ran into her mother's arms and hugged her. Amelia looked on. How could they be? Her life was so confusing now. She looked into Wesley's eyes, searching for answers, she only found that he had blue eyes like her, or rather she had blue eyes like his.

"Daddy?"

Wesley nodded.

"Yes, little love."

Amelia ran into his arms and hugged him, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Daddy, I love you."

The spell had been broken, not because it had been lifted though, but because they had all had such a strong bond, even little Reagan had had a bond with her mother, and they knew each other so well.

Wesley suddenly let go of Amelia and turned to his second daughter and wife.

"We have to find Drix, now."

They all nodded and started downstairs. They could be in England by tomorrow if they hurried. They had to find the last member of their family before it was too late.

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London, England, August 20, 2003

Roger sat in his lounge taking his morning tea and reading the newspaper. The phone in the hall suddenly rang, tearing him away from the paper.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Roger, we have a situation involving your son and grand-daughters."

"What is it?"

"They've broken the memory spell and they've been reunited, they're on their way to England to get the boy. They left about seven hours ago, they'll be there soon."

"No! Dammit, they won't get him, I've put too much work into him to have them ruin it all!"

With that Roger slammed down the phone. He had thought they'd never find those girl in Rogers, Arkansas, it was the most desolate place Roger could think of. He picked up the phone again and called the headmaster of the Watcher's academy.

"Hello?"

"Richard, move the boy, my son and his wife are on their way to get him and we can't let that happen. I want you to hide the boy. They can't have him!"

"Where?"

"I don't give a damn, just make sure they can't find him, I'm on my way!"

Roger slammed down the phone again and grabbed his jacket and keys. He had to go now if he wanted to beat them there. He didn't see his wife in the doorway of the kitchen though as he left. Abigail was very concerned for her dear grandson. She had met him once, when he was four, the poor weak thing. She knew Roger had the teachers and headmasters treating him roughly but what was she to do?

She got an idea and ran to the phone, dialing her son's work number.

"Hello?"

"Wesley, it's your mother. . .I have to tell you something."