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Later that day…
Reid opened his door carefully. He opened his mouth to say something, but I beat him for the first word. "Where's the fifth?"
Confused and seemingly tired, he backed away from the door. It hadn't taken long to speed from my grams' place. I had called Reid and told him to have the guys meet at his place. I wasn't shocked much to see Sarah there as well.
I noticed my purse still lying on the coffee table. Reid caught me looking at it. "We didn't touch it?"
"Not even Sarah?" I asked absently as I walked over to the couch. The guys had all been too wired to sit around and they were standing scattered around the room. Caleb stood near the TV which happened to be where I was facing. I looked up at him. "Where's the fifth?"
He glanced at the others. "Chase?" I nodded. "Dead."
I shrugged. "Then I can't help you."
Caleb looked slightly surprised at that comment. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged again. "Did he leave behind an heir?" I asked nonchalantly.
"No-" But Caleb paused after that. "I can't be sure."
I reached over and dug into my purse for my nail file. "But, you can be sure he's dead?"
"Yes."
"But, they never found a body." I notified him as I run the buffer side of the file along my nail.
Caleb watched me for a second. The rest of the guys were beyond speechless. "How do you know that?" Reid asked from the door. He had barely moved since I entered the place. He seemed afraid of the answer.
"My grandmother's psychic, remember?" Caleb nodded absently.
Reid moved closer to me. "What do you mean help us?"
"Your powers, they come with a price." Reid nodded. "That," I said with my finger pointing at him to make my point, "is the curse part."
"What curse?"
"Look," I set the file down on the table and leaned forward, "the way I understand it, your ancestors were cursed by mine, male idiocy or the likes. You were cursed with what they desired, our powers, but your bodies couldn't handle it." Pogue sat down at the end of the couch and I realized Tyler had also sat down. "It ended up getting passed down through the generations. I can't be sure if that was intended." At the look Caleb gave me, I shrugged. "Oops?"
"Okay. So you're family is responsible for our powers?" I nodded. "What did you mean by not being able to help?"
"Without a member from all five of the families, I can't lift the curse. The only thing I could do is possibly help with the side effects."
"How?" That was Reid.
Caleb immediately glared at him. "Doesn't matter. We aren't doing it."
I took a discrete breath. "Is that because you don't trust me or is it that whole moral concept of consequences?"
I had a small staring contest with Caleb until Pogue intervened. "Okay. Okay. I think we should at least consider it. Let's just listen for a sec, okay?" Caleb conceded. "Alright." Pogue turned to me. "How?"
I let out a sigh. "It isn't easy." I started. "We'd need to basically rebuild you. First, we'd open a cosmic channel. It needs an incredible amount of power and is incredibly dangerous. And providing we don't all fall unconscious or die from the power surge and survive any and all possessions…"
"Like ghosts?" Tyler finally added to the conversation! Yay!
"Yeah." I nodded. "Like ghosts." He blushed and I smiled. "Anyway, providing we survive all that, we're all incredibly vulnerable."
"What do you mean?" Pogue asked.
I looked around at the guys. "All our powers are down, we're sitting ducks. Especially you four." Tyler's eyes asked why and I answered. "Forgetting for a minute how weak you are without your powers, the four of you would be in intense pain, probably immobile and screaming."
They looked at me in shock for over twenty minutes. "I'm in." Reid.
I looked into my lap in acceptance before glancing at the other guys. I didn't really want to go through this and I certainly didn't want Reid to go through this, but I respected his decision. Caleb didn't. "What? Are you insane?"
"I'm in, too." Tyler. Alona was gonna kill me. I knew it.
Caleb was shocked and looked to Pogue. Pogue shrugged and looked up a Caleb. "I don't want to die, dude."
"Then don't use!" Caleb was yelling. "This is insane. Look at what your risking. It's exactly what you're running from"
"I'm in too." I hadn't mentioned she could participate, but she had picked up on it or simply assumed she could.
"What?"
I sighed. "The baby. If you wanted to get rid of the side effects for him, Sarah would have to participate." I was scared, but I hoped I wasn't showing it."
It felt like forever until Caleb nodded. "Okay. I'm in."
"Good. Your all insane."
"When do we do this?" Pogue was asking, but I had already grabbed a slip of paper and was scrawling out my grandmother's address.
"Be there by midnight tonight."
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Alona was pissed beyond words about what Tyler had agreed to do and didn't even let me ask her to be there. She insisted. I was proud of her, though she was a little bitchy. I told her when and where and pulled out the address book. I needed more than just two witches for the power needed.
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Pogue had called Kate and asked her if he could make their date earlier. An hour and drastically ridiculous tips that only an Ipswich son could pay, he was sitting with Kate under the setting sun, eating a particularly rich dessert. "Kate?"
"Hmm."
She looked up to see Pogue holding an open box above the centerpiece. The light hit the diamond perfectly and her heart jumped up in chest. "Will you marry me?"
Kate giggled and Pogue frowned. "You look so sexy right now." she commented off-handedly. Pogue laughed and she nodded. "I'd love too." She smiled reaching for the ring.
Pogue nodded. "Good. But," he pulled the ring back and she frowned. "There's something you should know.
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It took every second to get my friends and cousins there. Mike was easy, he was still attending St. Sebastian's, only like an hour away. He was my cousin, his dad was my mother's brother. Diana was the hardest, she was coming from MIT, but she happily hopped a plane to Boston for her best friend. We had met at a private summer camp, turned out it was designed for witches, think hog warts in bathing suits. Darren was stalking his ex in Pittsfield. It took arm twisting, voodoo, and a blackmail photo from 6th grade to get him to show. Eventually, I had five young powerful witches. God willing, we'd all be okay.
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