Nick surged forward as he woke from his dream. It had felt so real, like he had really been in Margaux's room. Sweat clung to his body as the shirtless teenage boy ran a hand through his hair. His breathing was labored as if he had just run a marathon. He couldn't understand why she seemed to be pushing herself into his thoughts. Truth be told, Nicholas Armstrong had pushed her out years earlier.

Turning to dig through his nightstand drawer, he pulled out an old photograph. There were bends and tears in what had once been a smooth portrait of the most significant day of his life so far. Falling back in his bed, he lifted his head to rest an arm underneath it and stared at that photo, remembering…

Margaux climbed through the side window, knowing that Phoebe always left it open. It was basically an invitation to walk in.

Creeping around the house, she did her best not to wake up Phoebe's mom and step-father; the red head doubted that her best friend was home yet and she was counting on that. The spell earlier had only been part one of her plan and she hadn't wanted to involve Nick in this part, mostly because she knew he would try to talk her out of doing this.

As it was, Margaux had already had to spell him to keep him from remembering what had happened upstairs in her room. She had known it was a mistake before she let it happen, but Maggie hadn't been able to make herself care about the consequences of using someone so selfishly. Especially him.

For as long as she could remember there had been a bond between them, even though Nick was excluded from everything. Mark and Grey didn't particularly care for the other male witch and Margaux was constantly trying to find ways to bring Nick into the group. Still, that didn't mean that she should have let it go as far as it did that night.

The only saving grace was the fact that she knew that Nick would never actually let himself care about anyone. It was terrible to think, because the teenager knew that he had problems letting himself get attached to others because of being abandoned by his mother, but it was the only thing that seemed to help clear her conscience.

It had cleared her conscience enough to enable her to not care as she began planting items in what was now her ex-best friend's room in floor boards and in her pillow case. Margaux sat for a moment looking around the room and imagined the consequences to the spell that she had cast earlier and smiled to herself.

Grey pulled up to Phoebe's house and walked her up the steps and then leaned down for his good night kiss. The plan had been to pitch a tent and camp for the night before getting breakfast at the boathouse and heading over to the next town to have some fun. Unfortunately his date's stomach didn't agree.

"I'm so sorry," Phoebe said again. "I think it must have been something I ate at the ball."

"I just hope you feel better," Grey said. "I mean, it sucks to not get to spend the night with you," he told her and hugged her tight to his body, "but there will be other nights, right?"

"Right," she smiled and leaned in, pressing her head to his chest. "I wish I could kiss you," Phoebe whispered.

"But you may or may not be contagious," Grey replied. "Rain check?"

Phoebe nodded, still leaning into him. She didn't want to move but she knew she would have to put herself to bed and let him be on his way. "I'll call you tomorrow," she told him and turned to unlock her door.

"You'd better. Now go get some sleep." Grey closed the screen door behind her and waited to hear her lock the doors before heading home.

She locked the door behind her and took off her shoes. Barefoot, she trailed her way through the house until she entered her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Still dark, Phoebe made her way to the closet and opened the double doors when she felt a firm hand on her back, caressing her as the zipper on her dress was pulled down.

Leaning back into his hard chest, Phoebe's eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure. His hands were roaming underneath her dress and he was kissing her neck. All control was lost and she gave in completely, letting him guide her to the floor where he pushed the skirt of her dress up as he kissed her.

Jake walked the beach that night, the sounds of Chance Harbors teens brought him back to his past. Nineteen years earlier he had walked this beach with Cassie and while it hadn't been their first kiss it was certainly the beginning of their relationship.

It had been after her short lived romance with Adam, when Cassie had tried to make it work with the other witch and maintain her friendship with Diana. Jake had taken her out after a fright with Adam had ended their affair and so Jake and Cassie became a couple.

Thinking back on it, he probably should have known that starting a relationship with a girl on the rebound was a mistake. Hell, he had known it back then too, but Jake had been in love with her for a months and was willing to take whatever Cassie was willing to give him. They had been together for almost four years when it had all come crashing down.

Reaching his destination, Jake knelt in the sand and began digging until he pulled up the parcel he had put there almost two decades earlier. He had decided that things had happened in a haze of mixed emotions but when Cassie came back he would clear the air once and for all. She owed him that.

Celeste entered her home, throwing her keys on a side table and kicked off her shoes. Her Aunt Faye had been checking up on her but the seventeen year old was staying here alone. She had left the boathouse after Mark had ditched her and was looking forward to crawling into bed. Climbing the stairway, her hand trailed the banister and her gown flowed behind her.

She would have to get used to the disappointment, Celeste decided. The feelings she had for Grey would stay hidden and life would go on. For all her mother had taught her, Cassie had left out the most important lessons she could have passed down to her daughter; how to handle a forbidden love and how to move on. Faye had filled the girl in on some of her mother's history, but Celeste was sure that the most interesting; helpful details had been left out. She wasn't sure if that was because Faye was trying to be a good Aunt/Sister, or because there was something worth hiding.

Now, sitting at her bedside and changing into her pajamas, Celeste vowed to herself that however things had ended for her mother; she would not make the same mistakes. Celeste would let go of the idea of Greyson and cling to Phoebe. Friendship would help the young girl avoid the trouble of heartache.

"Nick," Jake called after his son. Running down Main Street the single father dodged oncoming traffic as he searched for his missing nine year old son.

They had been spending the day together and Nick had wanted to go to the beach. Jake had told his son no and before he knew it the little boy had disappeared from the diner where Jake had treated him to lunch. It had only taken one moment of distraction for the tyke to disappear.

He had tried everywhere and now the man was getting scared. The last thing he wanted to do was to turn to the circle or the town to find him but it had been more than an hour and he had no luck finding Nick on his own. Taking out his phone, he called the one person he knew would help him with out any questions.

"Diana? I need your help…"

"Here," the small voice whispered.

Nick turned and spied the red head by the oak tree. She was waving at him and ran into the park. Racing behind her, his father's voice grew farther and farther away.

Climbing into the jungle gym, he crouched down next to his conspirator. "Why did you help me?"

Margaux tilted her head as the six year old thought out her answer. "You looked like you needed to get away. This is my favorite place," she told him. "It can be yours too."

She was the first person to give him something so personal and Nick didn't know how to act. He knew who she was because he would sometimes go with his dad to the boathouse for impromptu meetings and Maggie would be there with her mom as their dads bickered.

"Okay," he said. "Will you stay with me?"

Nodding, she turned to sit next to him and put her head on his shoulder. "Dad thinks I'm at Phoebe's house. He won't come looking for me until dark."

"My dad will probably be mad. He had the entire day planned," Nick told her.

"Why?"

"It's my birthday," he said. Feeling the weight lift off his shoulder, he turned to look at his new friend and was surprised when she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Happy birthday."

Nick dropped the photo onto his chest as he remembered the rest of that day.

Jake and Diana had found them in the park a couple of hours later and it was the only time that his dad didn't react so harshly. Jake had taken the picture of Nick and Maggie hanging off the jungle gym holding hands. Since then they had spent all of his birthdays together.

This was the first time she had forgotten his birthday. So had everybody else.