Raven adjusted herself in the uncomfortable leather booth, trying her best not to rub up against Octavia as she did so. Raven and Octavia sat next to each other on one side of the booth, while Jake and Clarke sat next to each other on the other side. Raven still wasn't too sure how she let her sisters talk her into having breakfast with their father – the man who had walked out on them twenty years ago. She also didn't understand why Clarke and Octavia were so happy to be reunited with him, when he was the root of most of the problems the family had faced. The eldest sister could still remember those dark and stormy nights when she had to sleep in the same bed as her younger sisters, consoling the youngsters who were crying viciously because they truly believed their father didn't want them anymore.

"Raven, what do you want?" Jake asked. Raven snapped out of her thoughts long enough to notice the whole table was waiting on her order; the waitress looked impatient as she looked down at her, chewing and popping on her gum.

Raven shook her head, "I'll just be having coffee, thank you." The waitress walked away without a second thought.

"Don't you want to eat something?" Jake asked. Raven could feel his eyes running over the features off her face.

"I'm fine, Jake." The eldest sister let out bitterly.

Jake chuckled, "You can call me dad."

"I lost my dad twenty years ago."

Raven felt Octavia elbow her in the side, "Raven!" the youngest sister yelled-whispered.

Raven could feel Clarke's disapproving eyes on her. Clarke was the most happy to see her father, but once again Raven didn't know why, Clarke was the one who cried the hardest at night when he left. Clarke was the one who had to talk to a therapist for months because of abandonment issues.

"So why are you back in town?" Raven asked, her words containing a hint of bitterness.

"Just thought I'd pop in, check on my girls." Jake wrapped an arm around Clarke; she rested her head on her father's shoulder.

Raven was absolutely positive that her father had some sort of ulterior motive. "You want money? Cause we're broke." Raven felt Octavia elbow her in the side again.

Jake let out a laugh, "No. I'm all set."

"So what are you after?" Raven leaned in closer, propping her arm up on the table to use her fist to support her head.

"Raven, let it go…" Clarke's voice carried a threatening edge that Raven wasn't used too.

"The Book of Shadows? Our powers?" Raven kept on pushing.

"Raven! Knock it off!" Clarke kicked her older sister underneath the table.

"What? You guys don't think it's weird that the man who disappeared for twenty fucking years, shows up out of the blue right around the time we found out we're witches? I'm not buying this "just wanted to check up on you" bullshit." Raven's jaw was clenched as she locked eyes with Jake, who retained a smug expression.

The waitress delivered the food to the table and walked off without a word. Jake took a bite of his pancake and Raven began desperately wishing for him to choke on it.

"Look, I've made some rather lousy decisions in the past, but I'm here to make up for it." Jake spoke with food in his mouth.

"You left us two years after mom died. Do you know how much we struggled? We had just lost both of our parents, and you never called, you never sent a card. Nothing. You just disappeared." Raven was more disappointed than angry. Her sisters remained silent.

"You were better off without me."

"Bullshit!" Raven spoke loudly, her words echoing throughout the restaurant. "What was it? Did you have a second family on the side? Do we have some half-siblings we should know about?"

"No, absolutely not! I would have never cheated on your mother."

"Then why did you leave?!"

"BECAUSE I WASN'T OKAY!" Jake yelled in frustration, "After she died! I just couldn't handle it!"

"Stop being so selfish! We couldn't handle it either. But we didn't go running off to god knows where."

"Raven…" Clarke wiped at her wet eyes, "Why can't we just enjoy right now?"

"Clarke, do you not remember when I was 10 and grandma got the flu? I had to make dinner for you for a whole week because she could barely get out of bed." Raven turned to Octavia "Octavia, do you not remember wearing all my clothes throughout middle school because grandma just couldn't afford to buy new clothes?" Octavia nodded with silent eyes.

Raven turned to Jake with flashing eyes, "You left us to fend for ourselves. And I won't forget that." A flash of anger ran through Raven's veins, and in the flash of emotions, Raven squinted her eyes at the plate of pancakes, syrup, and whipped cream lying before her father, using her telekinesis to send the food objects flying up into the air and onto her father's face.

Raven stood from the table, "You guys have fun with your father." She spoke quietly before walking out of the restaurant.


Finn took a deep breathe, clutching the chilled potion to his chest. It was finally ready, the potion that he had worked so hard to create - actual blood, sweat and tears had gone into the concoction. The glass vial the dark haired witch held between his fingertips would allow him to track the darklighter and once he found him, he would be able to kill him - effectively putting a rest to Bellamy and his own troubled, paranoid mind.

"This is it, Finn…" he mumbled to himself while pacing around his living room. Finn wasn't too sure if he actually could do it, the last time he went up against this darklighter, he wound up with an arrow in his chest. Finn had gone up against many evil beings before, it was always a simple process, the demon would throw some sort of projectile towards him; Finn would dodge, replicate the power and then vanquish the goddamn thing. But this time, it was a lot more complex, this was a powerful darklighter and Finn wasn't too sure if he should really be going at it alone.

But the witch had too much pride, within a moment's notice he raised his arm in the air, and with one swift motion, threw the potion down towards his feet.

There was a large gust of smoke that swallowed Finn whole and tossed him into some place that was definitely not his living room. Finn took a look around, taking in the new setting before him – there was a plasma television hanging on the wall, a couch, a coffee table, and miscellaneous objects that looked like it belonged to some guy in college – definitely not a darklighter's lair.

Finn was beyond confused, why would his tracking potion teleport him into some random living room?

But then he heard it, voices coming from above his head, but not just any random voices.

It was Octavia's and Jasper's.

"So double date tonight, us and my sister and her date?" Octavia's voice was faint and distant, but it was easy for Finn to make out what she was saying.

"I don't know, O…" Jasper seemed a little reluctant - which was weird, for as long as Finn knew him, he always seemed eager to be with Octavia, no matter what.

"Pleaseeeeeee…." Although Finn couldn't see her, he was positive she had on that puppy dog face.

There was a moment of silence before Jasper finally gave in, "Okay!"

Finn stopped straining his ears to pay attention to their conversation and instead walked around the living room, wondering exactly why his potion had brought him here. Jasper wasn't the darklighter, Finn knew that for sure. Finn knew exactly what the darklighter looked like, he had caught a good look at the man before the attack - he was older, more adult-like. In fact, he kind of looked like an older version of…

Jasper.

Finn had to cover his mouth with the palm of his hand to stop himself from gasping. There was no way. Could the darklighter and Jasper be related? Jasper did show up out of nowhere, just a little while after Finn was attacked. But Jasper was human. Right?

It didn't make any kind of sense, but it was the only rational explanation for why the tracking potion had brought Finn here – it wasn't able to track the darklighter directly, so it brought him to the next best thing: a direct relative.

Finn didn't have much time to think it all over; he heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. Without a second thought, Finn rushed to the front door and crossed over into the light of day, running across the street to get to the safety of his own home.


Jake lets out a frustrated groan while rubbing his face furiously with the palm of his hand. His eyes are closed as his mind wanders to the thought of his three daughters, who he has unintentionally put in danger.

"You screwed up, didn't you?" The man barks ferociously into Jake's ear. He's a lot smaller and weighs a lot less than Jake, but despite the physical differences he was still able to strike fear in Jake's heart. His name was Thoreau and he was a warlock whose powers specialized in blood - Thoreau was practically able to ruin a live with just a drop of their blood. And unfortunately for Jake, Thoreau had a whole vial of the Charmed One's father's blood.

Jake had been forced into this about a week ago. It was his first day back in San Francisco; Jake celebrated by going out to a bar. He was going to visit his daughters the next day, but he got a little too drunk that night. He somehow wandered into a dark alley while trying to get back to his hotel and it was there that he was beat up and drained of blood. Next thing Jake knew, he was being held hostage by some warlock that wanted his daughter's powers, and of course Jake had to do everything Thoreau said, he had his blood and could easily take him out with it.

Jake blinks his eyes open, "I can fix it. I know I can." He whirls around to face Thoreau.

"You better, or else -" Thoreau fishes into his pocket and takes out a vial of Jake's blood, waving it around menacingly in the air. "Children usually share the same blood as their parents. Did you know that, Jake?"

Jake swallows the lump forming in his throat.

"With just a few words I could have your girls dead."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh wouldn't I?" Thoreau opens his mouth to speak a Latin incantation but is cut off when Jake rams a fist into his chest.

"If you kill them, then you won't get what you want." Jake's intense gaze on Thoreau was accompanied by his tense furrowed eyebrows.

Thoreau throws his head back in a laugh, "I can't get what I want anyways, not when you keep failing."

"I won't fail again. I can get to Clarke, I know I can." Jake had caught on to the fact that Clarke was the one who hated the witch gig the most, plus he was close to Clarke. He could manipulate her into saying the spell; he had too, for the girl's sake.

Thoreau drops the vial of blood in his pocket before reaching into his other pocket, retrieving a cellphone and shoving it into Jake's hand.

"What is this?" Jake tosses the flimsy metal between his fingers.

"I've enchanted it. It's a power collector. Get Clarke to read the spell and the sisters' powers will be deposited in the phone." Thoreau runs a hand through his dark hair. He was young, his looks proved it. He was a lower level demon with the guts to take on the Charmed Ones, but he did have the powers and the plan, he could succeed, but only if he executed the plan perfectly. "This is the last chance I'm giving you Jake, don't go fucking it up."

Jake raises his head; he gives Thoreau a firm nod, holding the power collector close to his chest. He wouldn't fail, he absolutely couldn't. He just got his girls back, he wouldn't lose them again.


Clarke stood in the kitchen of the manor, stirring a boiling pot of macaroni when a flurry of white and blue orbs that took of the shape of Bellamy's body appeared before her, before a second, the whitelighter had fully materialized in the kitchen's manor.

"Clarke... are your sisters home?" Bellamy spoke through quick breaths, he was panting as if he had ran to the home from miles away instead of teleporting inside.

"No." she shook her head, "They're on a double date." Clarke grinned, she was happy for her sisters that they both had found boyfriends, but she was a little sad she was home and alone. Clarke turned away from her macaroni to look at Bellamy. Her heart fluttered a little bit, the white t-shirt he wore was just a little too tight, revealing skin Clarke had sworn she had touched before. Bellamy was still panting and his eyes were wide, he took a seat on the kitchen island's stool to try and catch his breath. "Are you okay?" the middle sister asked with a raised eyebrow.

"This information is more for all three of you, but you can just tell Raven and Octavia when they get home."

"What - What is it?" Clarke lowered the heat on the stove and turned back towards Bellamy. She was worried, by the look on Bellamy's face; this information was not going to be good.

The whitelighter rubbed his chin before his fingers curled around the back of his neck to scratch it, "My bosses just told me that The Source has a child..." Bellamy paused when Clarke gasped. "We don't know who the child is, but they're next in line for the throne..." Bellamy spoke through gritted teeth, expecting some sort of backlash from Clarke. "So, when you three sisters vanquish The Source…. The child will be able to immediately take over."

It felt like 10,000 pounds were dropped onto Clarke's shoulders. How was she possibly going to be able to locate and vanquish two powerful evils, she had barely even vanquished 10 demons and The Elders were already pushing for her and her sisters to take on the ruler of the underworld. Clarke and her sisters were simply not ready. But she knew The Source was, and whoever it was would be gunning to kill her sooner or later.

Clarke turned back to the pot, using the wooden spoon to stir the now soft macaroni. Clarke wanted nothing more than to dissolve into the boiling water, than to just disappear. She never asked to be thrown into this magic gig, she never asked to be a witch, she never asked to be put into this much danger.

If her magic was making her that big of a threat, then she absolutely just wanted it gone.

Bellamy rose from the chair in order to stand next to Clarke. "You okay?" he asked, trying to catch a glimpse of her facial expression. But she was staring deep down into the boiling pot, and the steam arising from the metal contained, provided Clarke with a shroud of cover. Bellamy placed a comforting hand on the lower of Clarke's back, but the contact just sent a shiver down Clarke's spine.

Clarke nodded, trying to blink back the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. Why was she so weak? She was one third of the most powerful witches in the universe, but yet she felt so incredibly small under the dark light of all these threats. "I'm fine." She spoke, trying to salvage her words when her voice cracked.

It was clear for anyone to see that she wasn't fine. "Talk to me, Clarke."

Clarke dropped the wooden spoon into the pot, spinning on the heels of her foot to face her whitelighter. Her eyes drifted upward to meet the concerned gaze of the man who was significantly taller than. Clarke let out an exasperated sigh before speaking, "What do you want me to say, Bellamy? That this news excites me? It doesn't. It scares the shit out of me. I don't want anything to do with any of this." The middle sisters wipes at her forehead before letting out a manic laugh. "Jesus Christ! I didn't ask for any of this, Bellamy." It was a lot from the girl who usually never spoke how she truly felt.

Bellamy was dumbfounded, he wasn't too sure on how to approach the situation. "It's your fate, Clarke. It may suck ass, but you were meant to go up against these bad guys…"

Clarke cut him off, "Find someone else! I'm sure there's some comic book geek, sci-fi nerd who would much rather deal with this than I do."

"Clarke…" Bellamy sounded as if her words were some sort of personal revenge against him. "Don't talk like that."

"It's true, Bellamy!" Clarke spoke through closed eyes as if trying to imagine a world where she was normal again. "I'm not going to pretend like I want to be a witch, when I don't. And I certainly will not sit here and suck it up with a smile so you and your bosses can have me as some sort of trophy witch!"

"I don't think of you as a trophy witch…" Bellamy's voice was soft and delicate; Clarke was tearing his heart into shreds.

"You're always talking about how we're The Charmed Ones, protectors of the innocent, and now you're talking about how me facing the greatest evil of all is my fate."

"You can't deny your heritage, Clarke."

"I can try." Clarke turned back to her pot of macaroni.

There was an eerie moment of silence between the two, before the front door opened and closed and Jake appeared before the duo in the kitchen.

"Hey-o!" Jake said with an eager smile, but his smile dissipated when he sensed the clear tension running rampant throughout the kitchen.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Clarke spoke through clenched teeth, refusing to take her eyes off of the pot.

Bellamy refused to take his eyes off of her.

"Thought I'd hang out with my favorite girl."

"I'd better get going." Bellamy's voice was soft as he orbed out of the house, never once taking his eyes off of the blonde-haired witch.

Clarke let out a large breath once Bellamy finally disappeared.

"So what happened between you two…" Jake asked curiously, taking a seat at the island.

"He's just trying to force this whole witch thing on me." Clarke drained the macaroni in a strainer over the sink.

"You really hate being a witch, don't you?" A sly smile tugged at the corners of Jake's lips, this was the perfect opportunity, and he absolutely had to take advantage of it.

Clarke shrugged her shoulders, "I just miss being normal."

"I think I may have a solution to your problems."


Octavia was having tons of fun; being out with her boyfriend, and Raven and her boyfriend. Raven: the girl who ever rarely went on dates. It was probably a once in a lifetime thing, and Octavia absolutely had to take advantage of the fact that Raven would probably never date anyone else ever again.

The only thing dampening Octavia's mood, was the fact that Jasper had been relatively quiet all day. She wasn't even sure if they had kissed in the past twenty four hours, which was weird because usually Jasper could never keep his hands off of her. She wondered if there was trouble brewing, maybe he wanted to break up with her, but she couldn't see a reason as to why. They were having the time of their lives together.

Raven, however was still bitter over the events that unfolded in the morning, and the last thing she wanted was to be sitting in a restaurant with Wick, Jasper and Octavia. It was a double date that Octavia had forced her to go on, and the thing was: she didn't want to anything to do with Wick. Not when she had just torn herself up over the fact that Wick would probably never be okay with the fact that she was a witch.

"This is fun, right?" Wick leaned in to whisper into Raven's ear.

She didn't think it was fun at all, but she didn't want to seem rude. So she gave him an artificial, toothy, smile.

There was an awkward silence as the quartet bit into their meals. Octavia felt an odd shiver run down her spine as she swallowed a bite of pasta, her eyes wandered over to Raven who was having a secret, hushed conversation with Wick. Octavia took a look around the restaurant; everyone seemed to be so close to her yet so distant. Then it happened, so suddenly. A gasp rushed through Octavia's lips as her eyes forced themselves shut, in her mind, she could see it all unfolding. The vision was in its usual black and white, but this time she could hear the conversation as if she was actually there. In fact, she felt like she was there.

Octavia could see and hear Jake whispering into a crying Clarke's ear, he was forcing her to read a spell from the Book of Shadows. Then Octavia's perspective changed, and she was looking through Clarke's eyes – down at the Book of Shadows, the page was flipped to a spell that would relinquish the sister's powers. Clarke began saying the spell, three times, for each sister. Then Octavia's perspective changed again, she was on the attic stairs, as herself. She could feel it, her powers being ripped from her body, it felt almost like a thousand knives stabbing her in the back. Her powers were a literal part of her, her physical body, her soul, her blood, and her mind. Losing them would be like losing a limb.

Then the color flashed back to Octavia's vision and she was back in the restaurant. "Octavia, are you okay?" Raven asked, extending a hand to rub Octavia's shoulder.

Octavia swallowed a lump in her throat, "We need to go. Now." She pulled Raven by her hand, and the two sister witches rushed out of the restaurant and into the night – leaving their dates behind and bewildered.