So a few notes... Finals are comming up soon so it might be a little while till I update again, sorry but I gotta pass.

I don't own so weird.

I also don't own Charmed, which i used as inspiration for the first conversation between Dorian and Fi (Charmed season 4 episode 1), They just captured the grief so well in it that I thought it was perfect.

Also, Reviews are much appreciated.

"She was right, wasn't she?"

"I think you both had your points," said Jack, helping with the kitchen.

"She just has me so worried," pleaded Molly.

"We're all worried too, mom, but its Fi, you know? She's stubborn and independent; our best bet is to back off a little. Besides, Fi's strong; she knows how to take care of herself."

"But what if-"

"Mom," he interrupted, "yea, bad things are going to happen to her but you have to let them happen. She has to live her life and you can't always be there to save her from the bad stuff, otherwise she can't grow. I mean, a baby learns to walk by falling down a lot, right?… Mom, if you don't back off, you're going to push her even farther away."

Fi pulled over by the cemetery. She had been driving for an hour and could still feel her emotions roiling through her, fueled-in part- by the magic she had let loose in Will's office. She needed to calm down.

Fi made her way to her father's grave, unlike most people she knew graveyards didn't bother her, never had. Actually, she found them quite peaceful. She sat down, leaning against his tombstone, and let out a sigh. She was going to have to find a way to repair things with her mother but she needed to be calm for that. Closing her eyes, Fi pulled herself into her mind, and found herself in a wood. Actually, it was the same wood that she and Arrie would go to, to relax back home. Giving into the temptation, Fi mixed magic and memory causing Arrie to appear next to her, or at least, a mental echo of the girl.

"Oh Fi," came Arrie's concerned voice as she pulled her twin into a hug, "tell me everything."

"Where'd you go?"

"The cemetery," answered Fi, who, considering the hour, had hoped to make it to her bed without running into anyone.

"You okay?" asked Jack.

"Sure."

"Fi?" he said, doubt clear in his voice.

"I'm calm now," she conceded, "and I think that's as good as it's going to get. How's mom?"

"Confused, upset, angry, unsure," shrugged Jack.

"Great," she sighed, plopping down on the couch. "So I'm guessing everyone heard everything?"

"Yep, you two can really yell."

"Great… Sorry about that."

"Don't worry," he said smiling, "we've all been taking bets as to when you two would have it out, anyway"

"Oh, gee, thanks Jack," she laughed, punching him lightly in the arm.

"Anytime."

"What do I do, Jack?" she asked, all traces of humor gone. "I mean, I know I lost my temper and that was wrong but, outside of that… I don't think I'm in the wrong here."

"If it helps, I don't think you're wrong either."

"So what do I do? I mean I've tried giving her time, I've been patient, I've been understanding, I've tried to find a balance and none of it works… It's like she wants me to somehow erase the past six years so we can just start over."

"I know and, unfortunately, sis, I don't know what to tell you."

"Fat lot of help you are," she whined.

"Look, when I talked to her tonight, she seemed like she was starting to understand… So maybe instead trying to find a balance you need to do what you did tonight. Not the yelling part but the taking the stand part, you know?"

"Mabye… I'm going to hit the sack, I've got an early start tomorrow. Night Jack."

"Night Fi."

Fi sat in front of her vanity, her shaking hand brushing the same section of white hair over and over and over; black lifeless eyes stared back at her, oblivious to the silent tears pouring out of them.

"Love," came a voice to her side as a pair of warm hands took the brush from her cold ones. "It's time to go."

"I… I can't do this. I don't know how to… to be without her, Dorian… she was half of me, how do I live without that, without her?" asked her surprisingly steady if quiet voice. "I feel dead, and now I'm supposed to go to her funeral and…. And speak, and be strong… and lead them all through this… past this, and I don't know how to do that, I… I can barely get one foot in front of the other… I can't do this Dorian."

"You don't have a choice, love," he told her his gentle voice contrasting with his harsh words. "Regardless of how you feel, you aren't dead, and so you must do what the living do- survive… Right now you are not Fiona, the hurting girl who lost her twin. You don't have that luxury. You are Fiona, the Honored Priestess needed by her people. They won't make it through this without you, love."

"Why?" she demanded harshly, turning to look at him. "Why did she have to die? Why didn't you save her too?"

"We've been over this, love," he said, sounding tired.

"It doesn't make sense, you're powerful-"

"Not powerful enough. The two of you were on death's door. What I did took precious time and a lot of power… even my magic is only capable of so much."

"Than what bloody good is it?" she snapped, standing up and turning away from him.

"You don't mean that, Fi."

"Yes, I do. We've been through so much, survived so much and for it to end like this. It's not fair!" she told him, her voice breaking.

"No, it's not."

"She should be alive!"

"But she isn't. Fiona, I had to make a horrible choice, and I will live with the guilt of that for the rest of my life, but I can't change the facts for you. You are alive, she is not. I could only save one of you. I chose you, your people need-"

"Don't! Don't make this about them," she choked out. "You chose me, you saved me because I'm your fiancée and you know it. And… and… you should have saved her," she sobbed, her grief breaking through. "Because she was… was the best. She was good and k-kind and… and she should be alive… she deserved it!"

"Ssshhh," he soothed, turning her around and wrapping his arms around her. "I know."

"Don't let me go, Dorian. I w-won't survive loosing you both."

"I would never let you go, love," he assured.

"B-but, I just have this horrible feeling and-"

"Fiona," he said sharply, tightening his hold on her. "I am not going anywhere! I promise."

She nodded, burying her face in his chest; his strong arms around her, holding her together. And then he started pulling away. She tried to grab hold of him but her hands just passed right through him. She started to hyperventilate, calling his name. But he couldn't hear her, she couldn't hold him, he just kept fading away.

Fiona sat bolt upright with a scream. A moment later a man had burst through the door.

"What is it, love? What happened?" Dorian asked, brushing her sweat drenched hair out of her face.

"N-nothing, just a dream… It was just a dream," she told him, leaning into his embrace.

"Sounded more like a nightmare, love."

"That too, I need some water," she told him, letting him help her up.

"I think you need something a little stronger than that."

She nodded, then noticing her sweat soaked pajamas, said "I'm going to step into the bathroom first, can you get me another nightgown?"

"Sure, love," he said, looking concerned.

Not long later she was in the living room, on his lap, and sipping her tea, which he had added a shot of whiskey to.

"Do you want to talk about it, love?"

"No," she shuddered, snuggling into him even more, "Just don't let me go."

"Never, love," he promised.

The two heard a loud crash from the entrance way. Feeling disoriented, Fi heard her tea crash to the floor and realized they were standing, Dorian holding her behind him.

"No," he ordered, when she tried to move to the side. Then more loudly, "Who's there?"

"Dorian Drahvind, you are under arrest by order of the Council," said the Soldier, who had stepped into the room.

"On what charges?" he demanded, still keeping Fi protectively behind him.

"You are charged with being a murderer and traitor. You can come with us quietly or we will use force, and I would rather not risk hurting the Priestess."

"Who filed these charges?" Fi demanded, trying to look around her fiancée.

Dorian complied, a little, and loosened his hold enough that she could peak around his arm; though, the majority of her was still behind Dorian.

"Willaim Dysin, Priestess. You don't need to keep the Priestess behind you, Mr. Drahvind, we mean her no harm, so far the evidence only incriminates you."

"Evidence? What evidence?" Fi demanded.

Suddenly, she stumbled forward. Dorian was gone. The guards too. Even her living room. She was in an office surrounded by stacks of filled manila envelopes, each one stamped with the word 'evidence', red as blood. She started to each for one, when it started. Clapping her hands to her ears, Fi fell to her knees. Hundreds of voices, screaming at the top of their lungs, filled her mind as they chanted the same words over and over and over.

"MURDERER!"

"TRAITOR!"

"MURDERER!"

"TRAITOR!"

"Nooooooo," she moaned, rocking back and forth, praying for the voices to end, wishing Dorian was there to hold her. "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Fiona sat bolt upright to the sound of her alarm clock.

"Turn it off, Fi!" moaned a still half asleep Annie.

Fi shut it off as she slowed her breathing, trying to calm her racing heart. Telling herself it was just a dream and that she couldn't change the past, she stood on shaky legs to go get ready. She had to meet Dorian soon.