A/N – Hey there! Thank you, sunshine-faery, for reviewing my story. Here's the second chapter. Still mushy but a little more info. Hope y'all enjoy it.

Ch. 2 – Relive – Morgan's POV

Hunter and I were cuddling on the sofa, while Moira was in school, when I felt his body go rigid. I looked over and noticed that he was oddly staring ahead. I started to feel panicky and when Hunter sensed my anxiety he quickly calmed me down.

"It's okay, love," he said reassuringly, "that was just Sky, she wants to know how we're making out." I relaxed. It sickened me to think how paranoid I had become.

"Oh, of course." I sighed. "I'm sorry Hunter. It's just that I've been through so much, and I know that we're fine now, but I don't think I'll ever be able to live without having to look over my shoulder all the time."

"Shh, it's okay, Morgan." Hunter said as he held me close and kissed my temple. I let myself collapse on his lap, as he continued to tell me what Sky had said. "She said she was in Wicklow on business and wondered if she could stop in tomorrow. I told her she could so she'll here for dinner."

"Oh? How is she?" I asked. The last time I'd seen Sky was on that boat backto cobh from that horrible day on the beach.

"She's well. She wants to know how we're making out." He said, grinning.

"Well we weren't but we can."

- - - - -

"Moira!" I bolted upright in my bed again screaming and hyperventilating. Hunter shot up, too and immediately started rubbing my back.

"Morgan! Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. He held me until my breathing return to normal. "Moira's fine, she's in her bed."

"I'm fine." I lied, "I know." I couldn't tell him that I'd just dreamed about Iona attacking our daughter. But it was no use lying to Hunter. Sometime I forgot how well tuned he was to me. I checked the clock on the bedside table it was 3:05 am.

"You're not fine," he said, concerned dripping from his voice, "what is it?"

"I-I... it's nothing. I—"

"Don't tell me it's nothing, I know you. Come on it's me. Who else can you tell if not you're own muirn beatha dán?"

"—I'm having nightmares," I continued, "about the day we fought her."

"Well that's normal. You've been through a rough time."

"A whole year later, Hunter? Is that normal?" I asked. I didn't know what to do. The dreams were really starting to unnerve me. "I thought they were just the normal aftermath at first, but they've been getting stronger, more threatening."

"Really?" Hunter asked, more concerned now, than before. "Like how? Are you being physically harmed? Is it like the last time?" Hunter was referring to the time when Selene Belltower used Cal in my dreams to try and kill me.

"No," I said, unsure. "I don't think so. But there are definitely things in my dreams that I don't remember happening. Like I'll dream about when we were on the island and Iona… scratched you and Moira, b-but then…" I couldn't continue. It was too much to relive. I knew it wasn't what really happened but it was too painfully sickening to think about.

"But then what?" Hunter asked, rubbing my back. I felt him trace the rune Uruz on my forehead for strength.

"Then Lillith Delaney showed up from out of nowhere," I went on feeling stronger, "and she shot this white beam of witch fire from her hands toward Moira. It all went so fast and I didn't have time to stop it. She killed her, Hunter! She killed my baby! Our baby! Our daughter." Tears were spilling down my face by now. Hunter holding and consoling me.
"Shh, shh, love. Moira's fine, she's—"

"I'm just telling you what I saw!" I said more forcefully than I'd intended. I could tell Hunter felt a little stung. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm just scared."

"It's okay. I know you didn't." He held me again and rubbed my back. "Well I don't know what that means but I'm sure it's not as bad as you may think. It could be you saw Lillith because she had also threatened you and Moira." But Hunter didn't seem as sure now. He was just saying it to calm me. I allowed myself to be calmed. "I'll go get you some tea." I shot him a look that made him laugh. "I mean a diet Coke."

"That's more like it." I said and he laughed again.

- - - - -

I was on my way to the kitchen to start dinner when I felt a strange presence. It was like somebody had stepped right through me, but it passed so quickly I wondered if it was just a chill. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a big pot off the hook over the sink. I turned the water and set the pot in the sink until it was full. I turned on the front eye of the stove and the fire shot up extremely high. I jumped back and tried to put it out with my mind, but it just kept growing until it swept the ceiling. "Hunter! Hunter!" I screamed. He ran into the kitchen.

"What's wro—WHOA!" he grabbed the dish towel off the sink and swatted at the fire with no success. "Put it out!"

"I can't put it out!" The fire then leapt and tried to burn Hunter. "Hunter, look out!" I then saw what looked like a face in the middle of the flames. "Oh Goddess, Hunter!" He looked into the fire and saw the faces as well. It was blurry but I looked like a female. Then another face popped up beside it. This one was oddly familiar. That black hair, that old, pale face, those sunken eyes… Iona!

A/N – Hey!Hope you liked it! Please R&R! Tell me what you think!