Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Poltergeist the Legacy; I can only thank the creators of that show for inspiring me. No profit is to be made out of this story, it's merely to entertain. No infringement intended.

Author's note: This takes place somewhere along season 4

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Chapter 1

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San Francisco Legacy house

"Coming!"

Rachel Corrigan sighed as she dropped her rather large bag to the ground, near the stairs as she quickly handed her coat to Dominic, the butler. She blowed on her hands while her brown eyes travel over her own body, checking to see if the clothes were still in order. They were, of course. A blond strand of hair is tucked behind an ear while the psychiatrist mumbles thanks to the butler before hastily bouncing up the stairs as fast as her high heels allow her to.

I'm late, I'm so very late, again, she thinks while not giving the library she practically ran through a second glance, walking straight through what seemed to be a wall, but is in truth a holographic illusion to those who know nothing of the Legacy. Rachel blinked as she found to her surprise only her Precept in the control room, the tall handsome man muttering some curses as he tried to find something in the computer. The computer seemed to disagree, giving an annoying bleep every time Derek Rayne hits a key.

"Didn't Nick give you a restraint that said you were not allowed going near anything resembling a computer for the next couple of months?"

Derek turned to her, a frown upon his face, quickly replaced by an unreadable expression, though the hazel eyes lit up. He was well aware she was late, but he was also aware of that two members will still missing. Unconsciously his gaze shifted to the clock on the right wall, though not commenting. It was not needed, his disapproving look was enough.

"I am perfectly capable of working with computers. It is not my fault they seem to dislike me."

The psychiatrist refrained herself from replying to that comment, knowing that smug look of her precept was not going to listen to a simple explanation, not so early in the morning. A colourful curse reached their ears, both of them turning to look at the entrance, as they heard someone stomping up the stair, followed by another curse, before Nick Boyle walked into the epicentre of the Legacy house. The young man's light brown hair was tussled, a result of removing a heavy woollen sweater while climbing up the stairs, with in one hand a mug half full with coffee. In his other hand is the sweater, which is tossed onto a chair as soon as the ex-seal spots his two colleagues.

"Do you know we actually have a closet in the hallway?"

The question is apparently directed to Rachel as the hazel eyes settle upon her. She looked at him puzzled, wondering where this question was actually leading to so she nodded, being very careful in not answering that question just yet.

"Maybe you can use it next time?"

Derek was about to open his mouth, but is stopped by Rachel, who had managed to put two and two together. She had seen how Nick had licked off his fingers, and the brown stains in the sweater, and the fact her bag wasn't with her. Obviously the young man had tripped over it when he was on his way from the kitchen. But she had never thought one could actually miss the large brown bag, especially not a trained security chief.

"I'm sorry Nick; I didn't think anybody would miss..."

A loud thump interrupted her, followed by a feminine voice cursing just as colourful as the previous male had done. Rachel winched, as Alex loudly called for her, while Nick gave her a look that said; I told you so! Derek sighed, his hazel eyes darting upwards before the lean and tall body unfolded itself from the very uncomfortable chair. Often it felt like he was dealing with toddlers here, instead of the skilled, intelligent people he had hired in the beginning.

"Children, please! I'd like to get this meeting started."

Alex, the afro American thirty something young woman, just entered, scanning the room and stalked over to Derek without any further comment. She shook her head amused, her dark brown curls happily dancing along with the movement. With a soft comment the still warm chair was occupied once more while long dark tanned fingers flew over the keyboard, fixing the errors her boss had created. Nick groaned irritated, his boyish features dark as the hazel eyes registered all the faults Alex smoothed away. This was going to be a pain to work out of the system.

"Derek...I told you not to touch the computers without me or Alex actually being present in this room. You're only giving me more work boss man and….." His voice trailed off when the Precept gave him a look that said more then words ever could. "I'll just shut up now." He finished his sentence in a murmur, settling down on the edge of a desk, sipping the remainder of his coffee while sharing a grin with the blonde psychiatrist.

"Goot, a friend of mine send me a package from Ireland. As you can see," the grey haired head nodded into the direction of a centre table, an old green/black coloured chalice upon it. "It gives us some more work. It is said the chalice contains the remains of five ancient Celtic druids, whom all practised black magic. The head of the order sentenced them to death and cursed their souls into the lonesome banishment of being kept in this chalice."

Alex's dark eyes lit up, already putting together a hundred scenario's of how old the artefact could be, where it originally came from and more. Rachel looked rather doubtful to the table, as if the dark object would explode in a manner of minutes. Nick arched an eyebrow, looking at his Precept like he just lost his mind.

"Ya know, one would think people actually learned from their mistakes. Your friends always have a habit of sending cursed and dangerous gifts. Next thing we know this thing takes us off to ancient Ireland, or gnomes and goblins are infesting our house by tomorrow while druids are chanting happily around our dead bodies!"

The team sniggered at the comment though it was partly true. They haven't had any good experiences with the artefacts send by numerous friends or colleagues of Derek. They had fought against fairies, saved their Precept from the scroll of Cain, made sure Derek's twin body with demon didn't take over the house and the list went on. Needlessly to say, Nick had all the reasons to be suspicious.

"I want to know if this is the real chalice or not, and I want you to find out, I have a rapport to finish. I'm sure I'll find out when druids decide to use your body as sacrificial offering Nick."

With that the older man left, heading towards his own office where he could write in peace, leaving behind two smirking ladies and a scowling ex-seal. He so hated it when his boss made a joke, if only because Derek wore a smug look on his face whenever the youngest member of the team was victim to the innocent jesting. Luckily, for his sake, Derek hardly made jokes, on his expense that was. Rachel playfully ruffled up Nick's hair, shooting a wink to Alex.

"Well, you two have fun, I have to pick up Kat from school, and there's a patient waiting for me. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She paused at the holographic wall. "Don't forget to take pictures Alex, if Nick is going to be sacrificed, I bet he looks good in a loincloth."

"Oh ha ha," Nick said with a smile, waving her away with his hand. He was used to their teasing by now, and knew better then to actually respond to it. He shot Alex a look, daring her to say anything about the subject he so not wanted to hear another word about. The woman laughed amused, but focussed on the task at hand. This was going to take a while, if it was really that old.