"Hello Dustfinger." Roxanne was aware of the others in the room, but she only had eyes for Dustfinger. Dustfinger swallowed, eyes wide and disbelieving.

"You're younger." Roxanne mused, walking over. Dustfinger immediately took a step back. This could not be real, but everything that had happened to him proved that the impossibly was truly the possible just in disguise.

Roxanne reached out to him, and Meggie slowly stood, looking like she wanted to run over and intervene.

Mo took her arm.

God if you're still there, please take hold of this once again, let fate be the one you intended. Please I don't think we can survive through much else.

Dustfinger let Roxanne's hand touch him, and closed his eyes as familiar feelings shot throughout his body, making his whole body tremble.

Roxanne smile and pulled away, and this time Dustfinger reached out. He wanted to feel her, see if she was real. He already knew the answer from the feelings, but he had to feel it to be sure.

Her skin was still as beautiful as he remembered it, and once again he was captivated by her resonating life. Death had even seemed to make her glow; now that she was back.

He gave a small shudder before stepping back, needing the distance.

Roxanne smiled gently at him.

"I'm back, we can be together again." Meggie's entire body stiffened, and she stared at Dustfinger, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.

It never came, and she pulled away from her father, grabbing books and a pen. Mo gave her a look but she ignored it.

Quickly she walked past, but as she brushed against Dustfinger he grabbed her arm.

"Meggie."

Roxanne frowned at the exchange. Meggie didn't look at him.

"I'll just be-"

"Stay here." Dustfinger ordered. Meggie glanced at Roxanne, who looked confused before finally meeting Dustfinger's unrecognizable expression.

"Bye." Meggie slipped past, hurrying away, and Dustfinger watched her go with an ache.

Mo coughed.

"Good to see you Roxanne," he lied before making a speeding exit, following his daughter from a distance and only leaving when he knew she was safe.

"Good, we're alone." Roxanne purred, advancing. Dustfinger backed away, holding out his hands.

"A lot has changed, I'm with Meggie now."

"What?" The disgust was so evident in her voice that Dustfinger flinched.

"She's younger than Brianna! You remember our daughter don't you?" Roxanne seethed through clenched teeth.

"Of course I do, you just missed her lovely visit. She's pregnant to Farid, you know."

Roxanne reeled back, looking like she had been slapped. Dustfinger smirked.

"I'm younger than I was; love has nothing to do with age. Well true love that is. I did love you Roxanne but I've moved on." Dustfinger said firmly.

"Oh really? Wow." Roxanne still advanced, her eyes locking Dustfinger, and keeping him firmly rooted to the ground. He was frozen, under a spell, and damn it she was still advancing, a knowing look on her striking features.

Meggie had been sitting up against the tree, deep in thought. She had been unable to write, and had finally walked back inside to spy on them. She had looked through the window, watching as Dustfinger remained like a statue when Roxanne had pressed herself against him. He only responded when she began to kiss him, fondling him.

He had responded to her, not against her, and Meggie felt her heart that had only begun on the mend shatter into a million pieces, mixing with the broken remains of her soul.

Meanwhile, Mo had gone to see Orpheus.

He was sick of the man playing God, and he hoped the consequences for that sin and all the others would be so extreme that they would be unimaginable.

"Orpheus!" he snarled, shoving the man against the wall, only to pull away to realise he now had eyes.

Orpheus smiled.

"You should check who you are working with." Orpheus said. Mo frowned, his hand curled tightly around the man's fat neck.

"What?"

"You better check who Farid has working." Orpheus said.

"Son of a bitch. Dustfinger! Meggie!" he yelled.

Dustfinger had jumped away, Mo's voice pulling him out of a spell.

"What the hell?" he shoved Roxanne away who went falling. Quickly he caught her and steadied her, and Roxanne smiled at something in the distance. Dustfinger turned, and his world shattered as he saw his love standing there, tears streaming angrily down her face.

And then she disappeared.

"Son of a..." Roxanne just shrugged.

"I'm going to see my daughter."

"Dustfinger!" Mo bellowed, and Dustfinger sighed before heading towards the voice, sending out a little prayer that Meggie would be okay. He walked into the room and stopped in his tracks as he got his second surprise for the day.

Orpheus was grinning at him. Dustfinger would have killed the man, he felt the fire on his hands now, but complete shock of what had just happened and what was happening now had frozen him completely.

"Did Meggie like her gift?" He laughed. Mo frowned and turned to Dustfinger who cursed to himself.

"Oh, son of a..."

She didn't know where she was running, all she focused is on why.

How could Dustfinger betray her like that? How could he! Meggie tripped over a root, and she was sprawling on the harsh ground. Whimpering, she held her twisted foot, burying her head into her knee as she sobs wracked pitifully through her small body.

"Meggie." Meggie's head shot up at the familiar male voice, and she bowed into her body.

"Go away Farid."

"Why are you out here?" he frowned, bending down and placing a gentle hand on the small of her back.

"Brianna's been in a weird mood all morning and I had to get away." Farid admitted. Meggie looked into his sad brown eyes.

"I forgive you Farid. Life is too short."

His sour expression changed immediately, and Meggie had to smile at the light that rebounded off him, wrapping around her and giving her warmth. She gripped Farid's arm tightly, in response and gave it a squeeze.

"Come on," Farid said, standing and waiting. Meggie tried, but stumbled as she put weight on her foot. She would have fallen if Farid hadn't wrapped his arm securely around her waist, carrying some of her weight.

"Come on it's not safe out here."

"Tell me about it." Meggie muttered as he walked her back to the house.

"Why are you out here?"

"Mm-Roxanne is back."

"What?" Farid stopped, and Meggie slipped.

"Sorry." Farid blushed, tightening his hold on the girl.

"Yep." Meggie said and they continued to walk.

"And Dustfinger kissed her." Farid's arm tightened, but this time in comfort, and Meggie leaned into it.

"Thank you Farid."

"No thank you for forgiving me. I'm going to help us win this Meggie." She could feel the sincerity rolling like waves onto her, and she nodded, accepting it. They came to the house and Farid opened the door, picked her up in one motion before walking to the couch. They halted at the raised voices, but even more so at the sight of Roxanne.

"You two." She spat. Farid tightened his hold on Meggie; it was easier to carry her like that then have her leaning on him.

"What do you want bitch?" Meggie raised her eyebrows at the curse word, but could not stop the smirk.

Roxanne folded her arms across her chest.

"I hate you both." She said coldly. Meggie sighed as she came to the realisation that this was not indeed Roxanne.

When you brought back the dead, you never knew who you actually brought back.

"Who was it!" Mo's voice vibrated through the tense silence.

"Why should I tell you?" Orpheus was laughing and Meggie closed her eyes.

"Oh you will don't worry." Dustfinger sounded beyond pissed.

"Oh Dustfinger," Roxanne called out, still looking at the two and smiling.

"What." He said, coming out of the room and snarling, before his eyes settled on Farid and Meggie.

At first he looked taken aback, shocked and then angry.

"Get your hands off her!"

"Why didn't you get your lips off Roxanne's?" Meggie shot back, but she slipped out of Farid's arms, forgetting about her ankle. She immediately shot for the ground, and both men went to reach for her.

"I was under a spell. Orpheus wrote it."

"You always have a choice," Meggie whispered, flinching away from Dustfinger's hands and instead holding herself up by the couch.

"I know who brought me back. It was Brianna." Roxanne said simply. All three shot their heads to look at Roxanne, who seemed bored, observing her nails.

"Why would she..."

"Because she wanted her mother back," Mo said, coming out of the room with a weary look on his face, locking it.

"My daughter is pregnant to you, you little filth!" Roxanne spat, and Farid who years ago would have flinched merely shrugged.

"Get over it."

Roxanne raised her eyebrows and Farid stepped forward.

"Yes that's right, you heard me. I said get over it." He hissed the last sentence. Roxanne was about to say something when Mo walked up behind her and put a cloth over her mouth. Roxanne's eyes went wide with panic and she struggled before going limp.

"What are you doing?" Dustfinger exclaimed. Mo bent at the knees before picking Roxanne up gently, carrying her to the lounge and dropping her harshly, so she bounced before settling down.

"She's not herself Dustfinger." Mo said quietly.

"It's what happens when you fool around with the dead."

"But me-"

"You are different, case closed." Mo said firmly, not wanting to discuss it.

"Farid you need to go home and talk to your wife." Farid nodded.

"I'll be back." He turned to Meggie, saying everything with just that one small glance. She nodded, understanding and there was a pause as Farid left before Dustfinger turned on her.

"What the hell was that?"

"Shut up!" She went to hobble away from him, but Dustfinger's arms wrapped around her waist.

"You're not going anywhere." Meggie tried to fight, bucking and jerking but Dustfinger just held on.

Sighing in annoyance he put an arm around her knees and one around her back, lifting her up easily and carrying her into privacy.

"We need to talk."

"No."

"It wasn't a suggestion." Dustfinger said, before closing the door.

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Me: I love this story, I like it better than my other one. Which is popular to this...

Dustfinger: Now that is truly sad.

Me: Yes, I know, right? Not many reviews for this one...but-

Dustfinger: No, I meant you loving this story.

Me: Hey bite me!

Dustfinger: No thanks-

Me: (pointing to Meggie): Actually bite her, just not enough to leave teethmarks-

*Pop*

Dean: I have a feeling I'm here because of your last sentence which I said.

Me: Did you just "pop" here?

Dean: It wasn't my fault!

Sam: Why am I here?

Dean: Because wherever I go, you go.

Me: Aww how adorable!

Dean: Sweetheart, I don't do adorable.

Me: You did in season two.

Dean: That was me being a smart ass.

Me: I know Sammy does adorable.

Sam: (blushes) Thanks...

Me: Aw you're so cute.

Dean: Can you stop talking to him, please?

Me: Why?

Dean: Just because I don't want your influence on him.

Me: Hey!

Dustfinger: Haha.

Sam: Dean you don't have to be mean.

Me: Thank you Sammy.

Dean: Whatever, we're off now, ya know... to save humanity?

Sam: Bye.

*Pop*

Dustfinger: You know sometimes I really worry about your brain.

Me: You're not the only one...