Reese's stomach churned with butterflies as they made their way up the stairs and into the Penview High school (btw, I have no idea if this high school exists but in MY story it does ;) ), hearing the sounds of muffled music inside and the laughter of other past students catching up and generally having fun.

"Can we go home now?" Reese groaned, her nerves taking her over and the ability to run becoming quite apparent to her.

"No way, Reese! C'mon, it's gonna be fine." Casey reassured her, moving in between her and Chris and linking arms with her and they both continued to walk ahead of the Halliwell brothers, talking quietly and reminiscing as they pushed open the doors into the school hallway, seeing a group of people at the far end lining up for name stickers.

"I'd completely forgotten how lame high school was." Chris said to his brother, looking around him at the familiar corridor.

"That's because you refused to go to your reunion. Guess this is payback!" Wyatt prodded, smiling in amusement and Chris glared at him and shook his head, catching up with Reese who was waiting down the hall for him, fiddling nervously with her bag and biting her lip.

"Stop that before you draw blood." Chris ordered her softly, taking her hand again to try and comfort her and help bring her nerves under wraps.

"Sorry." Reese answered, too preoccupied with watching the door as more people entered the corridor and began walking towards them.

"Let's go." Wyatt prompted, his arm again around Casey's waist and the four of them made their way down to the table where a chubby girl with bright red cheeks smiled up at them and said, "Hi Casey!"

"Hey Crystal!" Casey replied excitedly as Crystal handed her her sticker name badge and then turned to Reese and a confused look crossed her face.

"I don't remember you being in our senior year?" She queried, turning to Casey for confirmation.

"What the fuck Crystal, it's Reese!" Casey exclaimed with a baffled shake of her head and Crystal's jaw dropped.

"No way!" She said, completely shocked by Reese's drastic change in looks and even the style of her outfit was definitely unlike her. She looked beautiful and most importantly, happy.

"Come the fuck on, Crystal, give me my damn name badge!" Reese prodded, waving her hand in front of Crystal's face to get her attention but a smile broke out across her face and she couldn't help but let an amused chuckle escape her lips.

"Holy shit, it is you!" Reese rolled her eyes dramatically but she was still smiling and still clearly amused by the awkward exchange.

"Yeah, Crystal, it's me. Now, name badge?" Reese prompted and Crystal came to her senses finally and nodded before handing her the sticker which Reese stuck on her bag, not wanting to ruin her dress with a tacky name tag.

"At this rate we'll never make it inside!" Reese heard Chris calling from behind her with an impatient groan and heard Wyatt agree with him as they both slouched against the wall, waiting for their partners to stop fussing and chatting.

"Fine with me!" Reese replied, a devious smile breaking out across her face as she turned to face her best friend.

"Oh, no you don't!" Wyatt said, quickly scooting over to Reese and grabbing her arm tightly.

"Hi Wyatt!" Crystal greeted, her face red and clearly gushing at the sight of Wyatt Halliwell at the reunion, dressed suavely in a tuxedo and his hair pulled back and tamed by an elastic band.

"Hey there, Crystal." He replied in a friendly voice, smiling brightly. Reese just rolled her eyes at the smitten look that had come across Crystal's face and moved away from Wyatt's controlling grip and looked over at Chris.

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Reese said and Chris nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist, leaving Casey to gossip excitedly with Crystal and brag about Wyatt being her date. At this Reese couldn't help but giggle under her breath and she felt the arm around her waist tighten and Chris bend down to her ear to ask in a low voice, "What the hell are you laughing at?" She turned slightly in his grasp and smiled up at him before replying, "Just finding it highly amusing that Wyatt is stuck listening to Casey and Crystal for awhile. I wouldn't be surprised if we don't see him for the rest of the night." Chris smiled at this, knowing that Reese was genuinely amused by the thought of Wyatt being stuck with two giddy women gossiping but he also knew Reese too well not to pick up on her attempt to distract him from them finally entering the gym where music was playing and people were dancing, some standing near the food and drinks table chatting and laughing and others in small groups talking intimately. He watched her run her hands over her dress, attempting to straighten it out and brushed a loose strand of hair off her face before releasing a nervous exhale.

"Stop fidgeting, you look hot." Chris demanded, his voice low but stern and when Reese looked up at him she knew he meant it.

"I really don't think I've ever heard you call a woman hot before. It's slightly disturbing." Reese replied with a chuckle, not wanting to get too caught up with the many wonderful moments they had shared that night so far. Whether it was a whisper, a squeeze of the hand, a caressing of skin, it was like time continually kept coming to a halt whenever Chris found himself touching Reese in a way he never had before. It was subtle, friendly but somehow they both knew that it was so much more than that.

"I'm serious, Ree, stop worrying so much. What they think doesn't matter and you know it." Chris continued, never taking his eyes off her face, watching the many emotions playing across it until she finally nodded resolutely and let a smile quirk up the corners of her mouth.

"Okay, Confucius. I'll take your much needed wisdom in to account. And I guess I'll even try and maybe have some fun...maybe." Reese replied and Chris smiled and she felt her stomach flutter at his adoring eyes, his beautiful green eyes. She turned away to distract herself though her hand remained in his as they made their way further into the room, gazing around them at all the people.

"Reese Lawson?" Reese heard the voice first before she turned and stared up at Stacey Timmons, one of the people she had hoped very much to avoid. She was slim, trim, tanned and blonde and wore a soft pink dress which draped over her very pregnant belly. Spacey, Reese remembered calling her because she always looked really spaced out whenever she was thinking too hard. Which was, consequently, all the time.

"Hi Spacey, long time no see." She responded, forcing a fake grin across her face.

"Yeah, it has been. You look really great!" Stacey continued, admiring Reese's curvaceous figure and glowing skin, not even noticing that Reese had called her Spacey and was clearly not that interested in making small talk but she supposed she had to try nonetheless.

"How've you been?" Reese continued but she didn't really care. Stacey gestured down at her fat belly and beamed proudly, "Pregnant!" She said simply and Reese couldn't help letting a mock astonished expression cross her face.

"No way! Really!?" Stacey still didn't flinch at her words but only nodded giddily and laughed. She then looked over at Chris as if seeing him for the first time and asked, "Hi, I don't think we've met?" Stacey said and Reese saw Chris having a hard time not rolling his eyes. Clearly she knew who he was but it had completely slipped her mind.

"Chris Halliwell. I was a year above you." He replied simply and Stacey's face lit up at his last name.

"Oh! You're Wyatt's little brother! Wow, I didn't know you and Reese ended up dating after school. How cute!" Stacey gushed, talking excitedly and generally being extremely annoying.

"Ahuh. Well, I suppose we'd better go find Crystal and Wyatt..." Reese said then walked away, pulling Chris after her.

"I forgot how annoying she was." Reese muttered, shaking her head as they came to stand alone once more.

"I'll go get us a drink, okay? I think you need one." Chris said and Reese nodded before letting go is his hand and watching him walk away. She turned around to try and find Casey only to bump into the person she had dreaded seeing the most since she finished school. Greg Connors. The reason behind the outburst that had caused Reese's first power spike as a witch. The reason behind the sorrow she had felt curdling inside her all those years of high school. He was the source of her unease, all the bad in her, the over weight, angry high school student who they had nicknamed 'Greasy' because of her horrible acne. The one they referred to as 'the freak' because she had been different. And although now she felt whole, he was the only one who could tear her soul apart again. Reese knew in her heart his words shouldn't mean a damn thing to her after so long and after so much had happened but she couldn't help the overwhelming sick feeling in her guts or the sudden rage that simmered just beneath the surface.

"Hey, it's Greasy!" Greg said loudly, letting out an exuberant laugh that echoed through the room and sliced through Reese like a knife. She set her jaw stubbornly and felt the rage bubbling as she clenched her fists into balls at her sides and faked an amused smirk.

"That's fairly inaccurate don't you think?" Reese retorted simply, rolling her eyes for effect.

"You might not be fat or have acne any more but you're still a freak." Greg let a sly grin cross his face and a few of his friends who had been standing behind him began to laugh. The lights flickered slightly overhead as Reese's emotions collided together into one big mess in her gut, her soul tearing in two.

"God, I don't care." Reese said with a shake of her head and turned to leave.

"I heard your Dad hit you too because you were such a freak and he didn't love you." Greg spat, all the hatred he still felt for her rushing out to meet her. Reese felt the thudding of her heart crashing against her chest as her breath quickened and her rage stretched inside of her, anxiety overtaking all reason, hatred, fear, resentment. Of all the evils in the world, he was the one she couldn't detach herself from. He was her Bain and the one thing that had shattered her existence and caused the change in herself. She wasn't about to let him take her back there but her body, her gut, was fighting with the furious mix of emotions knotting and tensing her heart and soul and the fabric of herself began to tear. Of all the people in this world, I despise you the most. Reese's thoughts sounded so loud and angry in her mind, her soul was screaming at her to run, to get away from all of this but the stubborn side of her refused to turn and leave, refused to let him have the upper hand like he always did. In her heart Reese knew he was right. She was a freak, an outsider, unworthy and she always had been. It had all been a mistake, the power shouldn't have been hers. It was meant for somebody else. Somebody who saw between the lines, who sought the truth, someone with love and happiness encasing their lives. Someone with family and friends and the support and nurturing she hadn't had. The lights flickered again and then Reese felt her feet moving forward, swift and determined and she felt out with her powers, let it overcome her entirely, let the sweet breath of air it created across her soul caress her and warm her until she found what she was looking for, the narrow corridor now dimly lit and the light flickering feverishly as she approached. She heard a voice behind her, in the dim recesses of her mind she heard somebody calling her name but it didn't register. I no longer have a name. The rage this one man had unleashed had been the mere pinnacle waiting to erupt with fire and ice. Her father's hate for her, the loss of her mother. All these things had warranted the desolation of her demeanour and she no longer felt happiness, only pain. Her name was called again. My name, I forget so easily. She turned one last time, saw the figure at the opposite end of the corridor, moving ever closer and he saw the blackness clouding her eyes and felt the power absorbing her every fibre and he was afraid.

Transport me now,

Take me away

To the place

I wish to stay

The words were but a whisper but her voice trembled with grief and anger and then white lights surrounded her and she disappeared as the one who loved her cried out.