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Tyler frantically ran out of the dorms and into the main exit of the dorms, hoping he'd be able to catch up to Hannah. The drive way to the dorms was as deserted as the rest of Spencer and he shouted for the witch,

"Hannah!" he called into the cold December air, not caring if he drew attention to himself and his black eyes. She didn't respond and he desperately tried to think of where she could have gone.

He sent out his powers trying to look for her but they were of no use. Her essence was everywhere and he concluded that the energy discharge she created with Caleb messed up his sense of her. He did notice that it wasn't just his powers that were affected; the whole campus seemed to pulse with life despite being the dead of winter. The topiaries were no longer cut primly and neatly in squares but looked overgrown and wild. The rose bushes that lined the building were no longer dead and dormant for the cold but lush and blossoming bright reds and whites.

He couldn't bother himself with trying to hide the abnormal growth as he was so worried about Hannah. He knew she had to be freaking out, confused as to what was going on. He didn't know what he'd tell her when he found her but he was anxious to find her at all.

He doubled back to the dorms, hoping he'd find her in her room.

Hannah raced into the nurse's office, knowing she'd need her medication or risk passing out in the middle of campus.

The ancient nurse was not there that night because she refused to work the weekend before finals; she knew there'd be a wave of drunken students too incoherent to walk straight pouring into the office. She left the station in the care of the younger nurse who she was confident in to take care of things.

Nurse Jacqueline did not expect the first students to stumble in until much later and busied herself with the lasted gossip from a tabloid magazine. She was jolted out of her trance of the latest exploits of Kim Kardashian when a curly haired student ardently asked for her medication,

"Nurse Parry!" Hannah read off the nurse's nametag, using her surname instead of being more informal. "I need…my…Xanax…Hannah Takalua."

Jacqueline Parry did a quick assessment of the student; taking quick shallow breaths as if she couldn't breathe properly and shaking of the hands. She concluded the girl was having a panic attack and remembered that Hannah was one of the several TaG students with an anxiety disorder. She was also aware of the unstable situation she was in. The random scattered plants that decorated the office were coming alive, growing at a supernatural rate and the student's eyes were as dark as obsidian. She had been warned that there was a witch in town and she was never more thankful that the crotchety old head nurse had dumped the busiest night of the year on her schedule.

She quickly got the girl her medication and a bottle of water. Slowly the girl started to breathe normally as the benzodiazepine worked through her system. The girl was still very upset and asked her for some privacy as she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Ms. Takalua, I don't think it's wise for you to be alone right now…"

"GET OUT NOW!" Hannah screamed at the nurse, starting to completely break down.

Nurse Parry all but flew out of the room by an invisible force. She landed with a hard thud out of the main treatment area and into the lobby. She hurriedly got up to try to talk the girl down but the same power that knocked her out had slammed the door shut. She could still see her through the glass window in the door and knocked; trying to get the Hannah's attention but the student had shut her eyes and turned her back to the glass.

Inside, Hannah called the one person she thought could help her.

"Dr. Pingleton, I'm having a complete breakdown," Hannah said through tears.

"Hannah, what's wrong?" she asked, instantly worried from the girl's tone.

"It's happening again. I'm hallucinating that plants are growing at abnormal rates and…oh God I attacked someone."

"Hannah, very carefully and clearly tell me what happened," Dr. Pingleton ordered, mentally preparing a defense for Hannah in case an incident occurred.

"I was getting ready to go out with Tyler and his friends then I met his Caleb who I hadn't seen before tonight. And we're walking down the hall in heels; I start to fall, and then the next thing I know I'm kissing him. I don't know what the hell came over me to kiss a guy I just met a second earlier who has a girlfriend. Oh my God Sarah is going to hate me," she cried into the phone, distressed that she had not only ruined things with Tyler but the few friends she had made at the school.

"Hannah I need you to calm down…"

"How can I calm down? I attacked another student and my delusions are going haywire. I'm even seeing things move on their own!" she yelled frustrated with the command, as if she weren't trying to settle down.

"Take deeper breaths Hannah, you're breathing is too shallow and it'll only make things worse.

Hannah tried to do as the doctor told her to but even with the medication she couldn't completely numb the anxiety. She couldn't help but think that it was all over. No more Spencer, no more Tyler, no more friends. She could clearly see her life being restricted to a white room in a mental facility; a place where family could not tread and friends forgot about her. It'd be a life empty and devoid of anything she ever held dear so she wouldn't hurt herself; a blank space where she wouldn't vividly see random object floating around her.

The thought of such a bleak and lonely future mixed with her medication had finally caused her to pass out. Her powers were knocked out along with her and it seemed the medical station was in complete disarray.

Nurse Parry rushed to Hannah's side and took her pulse, relieved that the girl was simply passed out. She checked her eyes to make sure they went back to normal and found that they were; she followed protocol and called the local hospital.

Tyler stood outside the student medical center after he heard the ambulance reach campus. A sick feeling cramped his stomach as he worried something had happened to Hannah. He was about to run to her side as he saw the medics push her unconscious body on a gurney to their vehicle but a tight hand on his arm stopped him then pulled him away from the small crowd.

He recognized the person as Pogue's cousin and was anxious to get any detail he could.

"What the hell happened?"

"She came into the unit freaking out and her powers going haywire. I cannot even begin to tell you how lucky she is that I was working tonight. What are you guys doing? She's been here for weeks and she doesn't know anything?"

"No we were trying to ease her into the whole mess."

"Well it's not working buddy. The office is a mess and now she's on her way to Ipswich Grace Hospital."

"What happened?" concern dripping from his voice, urging Jacqueline to tell him everything.

"She comes in with a panic attack and asks for her meds. I give them to her and tells me to leave the room so she can call someone."

"And you left her?"

"No I didn't leave her," she said defensively. "She unceremoniously pushed me out of the room and on my ass with her powers."

"Shit. So she completely freaked out?"

"Yeah. Wouldn't you? She doesn't know she has powers and all of a sudden she's seeing black eyes and things floating? She was talking to someone on the phone about having a breakdown so I guess the stress of everything got to her and she passed out."

"I'm going to Ipswich Grace to see her."

"You can't."

"The hell I can't," he said coldly and turned to be with Hannah.

"No Tyler, listen. She's going in for psychiatric evaluation. They're going to have her on lock down for at least the night. The medics saw the mess in the office and are reporting she had a violent episode. Who knows what she'll tell them when she wakes up."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"You have to wait until she's discharged because they're not going to let you near her."

Angry that he was completely helpless to help Hannah he vented by punching a nearby brick wall. Fortunately he didn't unleash any power but unfortunately he probably broke a couple of knuckles.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he shook his hand trying to alleviate some of the pain radiating from his metacarpals.

"Come on Tyler, I'll wrap that up," Nurse Parry offered to take care of his bleeding appendage.

The next couple of days were a haze for Hannah as she went through sedation and a depression. Her amazing Dr. had flown up from D.C. to treat her and she found herself in a foreign office. Even if she didn't have OCD tendencies then she wouldn't be in the mood to talk. She felt her situation was hopeless and she was all but resigned to her fate.

"Hannah I can see you're upset. Please talk to me."

Her throat tightened up and she willed back the tears that began to form in her eyes. She was determined to accept the logical outcome of her situation and not give into emotional reasoning.

"What is there to talk about? I'm sick and there's nothing more to it."

Dr. Pingleton worried that her patient was shutting down and she knew that Hannah's cure was so close. She needed to steer her into going back to Spencer and reconnecting with the boys.

"You know that's not true. Yes you had a bad episode…"

"A bad episode? I had a psychotic breakdown. I was seeing things that weren't there and I couldn't will them away. I attacked another student…"

"According to the reports, that's not what happened. Mr.'s Simms, Garwin, Parry, and Danvers all stated that you fell and then ran away. None of them reported an attack."

Hannah thought about the doctor's revelation and she had known her accounts of events didn't match what the psychiatrist at the hospital told her. The event was fuzzy in her mind but she could have sworn something more happened than what they were telling her. She doubted her own memories though because of her schizophrenia.

"What about the nurse's office? I remember it being trashed."

"Do you remember trashing it?"

"No…but I also remember things floating around and the room trashing itself."

"Well according to Nurse Perry, the room was mostly trashed already because the Friday before finals is notorious for rowdy behavior. You might have been hallucinating moving debris that was already there."

"Maybe."

"You've had episodes before in front of other people, what has you so upset about this incident?"

"It happened in front of Tyler and his friends," she admitted after a pregnant pause.

"You're embarrassed that it happened in front of your beau?"

"No it's not just that…I…" she struggled to put into words what she was feeling.

"I'm mostly mad at myself."

"Mad about what?"

"That I convinced myself of something that I knew would be impossible."

"What's impossible Hannah?"

"That I could ever have a connection with someone without it being complicated. That I would have a simple average teenage relationship with anyone. Sometimes I think that I have control over plants or that I can move things with my mind but the worst delusion I ever believed was that I could have something with Tyler," she spat out with self-hatred. Her eyes become wet with frustrated hopes and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

She grabbed a tissue that all psychiatrist offices held and blotted her eyes. She went on,

"I hate that I was stupid enough to let myself hope that I could escape the clearly logical progression of my life. I'm going to end up exactly like my mother. Rotting away in a padded room…"

"Hannah," Dr. Pingleton said sternly to stop her patient's spiral into despair. "There is no fate, remember? Isn't that what you've always said? That you can make your own future?"

"Fate and high probability aren't the same thing doctor. I need to accept the facts as they've been presented to me. I need to let go…let go of the hope that I could…" Hannah's lips quivered and her face scrunched in sadness as she revealed her darkest fear.

"..ever be normal. I'm never going to be normal," she finally admitted. It was something she always feared in the back of her mind. A truth she had pushed to the back of her mind, foolishly hoping she would never utter. A dark emptiness grew in her stomach and she shook with anguish as she cried for her lost future. It was the crushing sadness felt when one realized everything they ever hoped for was forever out of reach. It was something she could never attain; it was beyond disappointing; beyond frustration.

What made it all the more painful was that for a brief week, she really thought she could have Tyler; that her feelings for him would be enough and he could reciprocate. Now that was all over when her sickness reached its peak and she never even got a chance to explain it to him.

Despite what the reports said she was certain that at the very least she had kissed Caleb. Her hallucinations could never feel as real as the heat she felt from his lips or the tingling she still felt when she thought back to it. She suspected that they were covering for her out of politeness and didn't want her to get in trouble.

She cried until she became too dehydrated to cry anymore (she didn't believe that lacrimation ended with the cathartic release of emotion. It's a simple sympathetic response to stress that was dictated by a physiological process and not the "outpouring" of emotion).

"Hannah you might never be what society thinks is normal but even without the schizophrenia you'd never be normal. You're special. Yes, you're sick but that's not all you are. Tyler sees that you are special and I think you need to give him that chance to decide for himself."

Before she could go on, Hannah's phone ringed and from her expression Dr. Pingleton knew it was someone she was avoiding.

"Who is it?"

"It's Tyler. He's called several times before and I'm not sure how he found out I was released."

"Aren't you going to talk to him?"

"How can I face him? I kept hidden that I was this huge mess when all he thought was that I was a bit quirky. He's probably going to be pissed I kept it from him. I know I would be."

"You don't think it's hurting his feelings that you're ignoring him and he probably has no idea what's going on? At the very least, don't you think you owe him an explanation?"

She contemplated her doctor's words. Begrudgingly she could acknowledge that the decent thing to do would be to explain to Tyler what happened but that didn't stop the abject terror that filled her. It was one thing when she had her big reveal planned out and had control of the situation. It was another thing to do damage control and hope he didn't hate her forever.

Hannah spent the next couple of hours trying to prepare herself for the confrontation she was dreading. She had spoken in front of conferences pertaining to her work. She has cajoled donation money from the hands of uptight millionaires. She has even met the president at award ceremonies but she had never been so nervous about talking to someone. She couldn't turn to her friends because she knew they had no experience with this type of thing so after her faced became less puffy and her eyes stopped being so red from crying, she decided to just get the whole thing over with.

She texted Tyler and told him she'd meet him at his dorm. He responded immediately and it just made her feel worse because he was being so nice about it.

On her way to his dorm she ran into Sarah who was another person she was dreading on seeing.

"Hey Hannah. I'm sorry you got so sick on Friday and couldn't make it," the blonde said with a sympathetic smile that confused her.

"Sick?"

"Yeah. Reid, Tyler, and Pogue all said you had like this really bad allergic reaction to Caleb's wool coat or something. And then Caleb got super sick too…"

"Wait, Caleb's sick?" she asked concerned and ignored the obvious lie Tyler had been spreading. She began to hope that this was a sign that he would be tolerant of her condition but she squished the feeling down immediately. Even if he was, she knew there was no future beyond a couple years and even then it'd probably be filled with similar episodes like Friday. She wouldn't put him through that type of misery.

"Yeah he's been sick for a while. I think he's been pushing himself way too hard lately and it caught up with him. He's on bed rest for exhaustion."

"Yes I did notice some periorbital edema and a general malaise about his person when I first met him."

Sarah was one of the few regular students that could keep up with Hannah's vocabulary and didn't pause to try to decipher what the curly haired girl was trying to say.

"I just hate that he's sick and I can't go visit him."

"Why not?"

"His mom doesn't like me, plus with finals I just don't have the time. Does that make me the worst girlfriend in the world?"

Hannah hesitated answering because she wasn't sure if Sarah was asking her a serious question or a rhetorical one. Those types of moments she really wished Alissa was there because the mathematician was much more adept at discerning social situations. She couldn't discern either way so she opted to be honest,

"I don't know if you want me to answer that or if you're simply being factious. If you want me to answer then I'd need more in-depth parameters and would have to do research as I'm not familiar with the constraints or variables that would make one a good or bad girlfriend."

"Ummm it's not something you have to answer. Where are you heading?" she asked to change the subject.

"I'm going to talk to Tyler."

"Ohhhh I see," Sarah said with a knowing smile. "Well I won't hold you up any longer. Have fun!"

Hannah looked puzzled at Sarah's retreating back, wondering what the blonde meant by that.

She arrived at his door and stood there for several minutes trying to force herself to knock. Her mind screamed at her to get it over with but her hand refused to move.

"Knock. Knock on the door. Why aren't you knocking? Just get it over with and knock on the damn door! Stop being such a coward and knock. Knock. Knock. Come on, just knock on the door."

The dread that filled her prevented her from taking that first step. She desperately wanted to just run away and never have to deal with telling Tyler the truth but she knew it wasn't fair to him. He has been nothing but polite and amazing to her, the least she could do was explain herself. With that resolve she lightly tapped on the door and waited.

Tyler had sensed her presence the moment she stepped foot in front of his door but he knew she must still be freaking out. So he waited until she was ready to see him and as soon as he heard her gentle knocking he opened the door.

He was immediately concerned because she seemed smaller and tired than the last time he saw her. He invited her to his room and he could tell from her body language that she was nervous about something.

"I'm so glad you're OK. I was really worried about you."

For a second she almost wished he was a bit more of a jerk because his chivalry was making things harder for her.

"Yeah, I really owe you an explanation. So I prepared a three step apology. First off I'm sorry I attacked your friend."

"You didn't attack him."

"And I know that's what you told police but I do remember kissing your friend and according to the law that is considered assault. I'm really sorry about that. I have an explanation for that so please just let me get through this before I lose my nerve and vomit. My second apology is for ruining your last weekend. And my third and most important apology is that I'm so sorry I didn't tell you this earlier."

"Tell me what?"

Hannah took a few deep breaths, trying to find the courage to face him. He saw that she was struggling not to cry and he just wished he could do something to make her feel better.

"Hannah it's OK. You can tell me anything."

She let out a nervous laugh at his statement. She had no doubt that he meant it, at least currently, but once he found out how damaged she was; she was certain he'd change his tune. There was no going back so she just said what she had to say,

"I'm schizophrenic; technically speaking a high schizophrenic with mixed type delusional disorder. Basically I hallucinate and see things that aren't there. Sometimes I think I can make plants grow or something. I'm usually sedated and heavily medicated soon afterwards so my memory gets a little hazy."

Tyler remained silent as he worked in what she was telling him. It explained a lot, mostly how she didn't freak out when she saw he had black eyes. She thought she was hallucinating.

"And I really can't explain what happened Friday other than I had a complete psychotic episode. I had never attacked anyone before. I can't believe I kissed not only one of your best friends but someone with a girlfriend. I would never do that if I was in my right mind…"

Tyler thought quickly because things had gotten way out of control and Hannah was blaming herself for the incident.

"Hannah there's something I need to tell you."

She braced herself for the send off she was sure was coming.

He struggled with his own words and he wished he spent more time planning on how to tell her she was a witch than devising excuses to spend time with her.

"You're not schizophrenic, you're a witch."

Whatever Hannah thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. She thought about what he said and came up with two theories. One, he was the biggest asshat that ever lived because he was mocking her confession. Or two, he was suffering from the same issues she was because clearly he was delusional. Given how nice he had been to her she was willing to assume that it was the latter.

"Ooookaayyy," she said slowly. "Well I think it's clear we both suffer from the same ailments and I have a wonderful therapist I can refer you to."

"No, Hannah I'm not crazy."

"Of course not. I would never use that word but unless you're the world's biggest doucher and making fun of me-which I don't think you are-, then you're delusional."

"I'm not delusional either. Hannah, you have to believe me. What you've been going through isn't schizophrenia. You've been hallucinating because you haven't been around warlocks. There's a reason why you're in Ipswich, you're meant to be here. With me."

Hannah started to suspect Alissa had somehow gotten to him but the math genius usually wasn't one to go to such lengths for a prank. Especially one in such poor taste.

"Expound," she commanded.

"What?"

"Explain further."

"Oh…OK. Witches and warlocks are meant to be together and one of the consequences of separation is that the males rapidly grow old with use and the females lose their mind."

"So we have powers?"

"Yes. Females tend to be more elemental so that's probably why you can manipulate plants."

"And what do the males do?"

"We mostly seem to be able to defy physics. Levitation, manipulating things…I don't know how to explain it."

Hannah was pleased with her progress because she was about to test Tyler's delusion with logical arguments. Once he couldn't produce said powers she hoped that he'd be willing to get the help he needed.

"Could you show me? Say; levitate that book on your desk."

Tyler was slightly confused at the progression of his revelation. He wasn't expecting her to be so calm and cavalier about it. He was glad she wasn't freaking out but something told him she didn't believe him at all.

He agreed to her request and levitated the book on his desk and it smoothly flew to them.

Hannah frowned at the book, as if she were offended the floating tome actually had the gall to prove Tyler did indeed had powers.

Still unconvinced that Tyler was magically making the book levitate she investigated the phenomena; intent on finding a logical explanation that did not include witchcraft.

After running her hands around the book and not finding anything to hold it up other than breaking the laws of gravity she let out a breath and seemed to have come to some sort of conclusion.

"Please excuse me Tyler; I must go back to the hospital. I suggest you come with me because it seems we've been sucked into a single delusion."

"Hannah, I did what you asked. I flew the book to us. How can you not believe it?"

"Tyler, there's a logical explanation. Obviously I'm susceptible to suggestion and apparently have a subconscious desire for magic to be real which is very disappointing given my intelligence."

"No, Hannah. You're a witch. I'm a warlock. Our ancestors were put to death for their powers."

"How powerful could they have been if a hysterical mob could kill them?"

"They had powers but that didn't they were invincible. They had their weaknesses and there are a lot more crazy witch hunters than there were our people."

"Or they didn't have any and the mob had worked themselves into a religious fanaticism that drove them to murder. Also with the lack of science they had probably blamed simple ergot poisoning on magic due to its hallucinogenic nature."

Tyler was starting to get frustrated with Hannah's insistence on rationalizing the paranormal events in her life. He knew there had to be something she couldn't explain away.

"When we kiss our eyes turn black," he said desperately to her retreating form.

She stopped in her tracks and she felt the bottom of her world fall out beneath her. That some something he shouldn't have known because she had only ever told her therapist. She trusted that Dr. Pingleton wouldn't reveal her secrets to anyone, especially a boy she met at school. Her mind raced to figure out a way he could know what her personal hallucinations were but couldn't come up with anything. Her perfectly formed logical world was starting to crumble and the onset of a panic attack started to creep in.

Tyler took her stillness as a sign he had gotten through to her so he continued on his own experiences.

"The power emerges at thirteen. Exactly at the time you were born. It's probably when you first started to see plants react to you, right? They grew or blossomed when they shouldn't have?"

"How do you…?" she asked as she turned around to face him.

"I know because it happened to me too. My powers emerged like electricity seeped from my pours and suddenly I could do things most people just imagine. I can jump from great heights and land safely. I can makes things fly…hell I can fly. I know this is scary and I know that you've been made to believe that you're sick but you're not. I know you've felt a connection to me, to this place. It's because you belong here," he said as he reached out to touch her; proving his point when she very feeling he described.

She couldn't explain it, she couldn't find a scientific logical reason for it but she did feel it. She felt the utter sense of belonging with him. There was always something missing from her life, something that nagged at her; telling her she wasn't complete but she didn't feel that when she was with Tyler.

Still looking unsure and scared, Tyler leaned down to kiss her; strengthening his argument that there was something going on between them that science couldn't explain.

"Please believe me," he begged of her.

She wanted to believe him but she needed to do at least one test to prove to herself that what she was experiencing was real.

He claimed that she had some sort of powers over plants and she looked at her hand, concentrating; testing to see if she could wield such power and if he could testify.

She saw in her hand grow a flower that she knew was rare and wouldn't be known in those parts unless he was an avid gardener which she knew he wasn't.

He was amazed at the beautiful bloom she had produced and that she was able to do so without ever having conscientiously used her power.

"What do you see?"

"It's a dark red kind of brown flower. Looks kind of like a daisy."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and gasped. She couldn't believe it. He could see it too. There was no way he could know what it looked like without him seeing it too.

"It's a Cosmos atrosanguneus, commonly known as a chocolate cosmos. It's extinct in the wild and the only last known specimen is located…Oh my God I have powers," as she finally accepted what was happening.

"Yes Hannah, you have powers. There's something else I need to tell you," he started to say but she cut him off.

"Tyler, I need some time to digest this. My world has metaphorically been turned upside down and I really don't think I could handle anything new at the moment."

"Right. Maybe you should lie down and let it sink in," he said, he figured giving her space and time was the least he could do.

She appreciated that he wasn't pushing her and she kissed him again, enjoying the power between them, no longer fearing the previously inexplicable reaction she had to him.

Hannah then rushed to her room and did what she always did when she had life changing new.

"Holy shit Alissa I have powers," she told her friend over the computer.

The math genius raised an eyebrow and remained silent for a moment. She then had a look of jealous anger and said,

"Damn it I knew you would be the one to gain powers. I should have gone into chemistry like my parents wanted me to. You got them in a lab accident didn't you?"