A/N: a few things...italicized sections are visions or memories of the past. Italicized sections that are also bold are first hand experiences of the past life. As you'll see in the first section, Fionn wakes up from a dream, and then remembers how he met Sadhbh. Sadhbh rhymes with five. Fionn MacCumhaill is pronounced Finn next couple of chapters are going to be past lives without any scenes of the present day.

"Why haven't you found me yet," the aberration cried. "Find me, my Prince," the raven haired beauty asked the man, tall and fair with hair as white as the purest light.

"I search," he yelled out to her but he couldn't see her through the fog and mist of the forest. "Every day since and every day forward I search for you," he called out, his breathing ragged as he tried to follow the sound of her voice.

"My Prince," she seemed to whisper in his ear and for a moment he felt her so near to him but in an instant –the briefest of moments that it took him to turn in hopes of having her in his embrace again—she was gone.

Turning and twisting, he began to run and call out for her, "Sadhbh!"

Fionn woke, startled by his hounds barking. He had dreamt of his lost love again, not for the first time since she had been taken from him. Looking into the night, he remembered his promise to her. Before the sun rose Fionn would be out there, searching to bring her home.

"Pardon my hounds," Fionn had told her that first day. "Bran and Sceolan will not harm you."

The alabaster beauty with ebony hair glanced at the warrior through thick eyelashes, still kneeling in the grass where she had changed from a doe into her human form. "Are you a warrior," she asked. Barely seventeen, Sadhbh was undeniably beautiful; her skin shimmered in the sunlight and she looked at him with baited breath.

"I am Fionn MacCumhaill,leader of the Fianna. This is our castle; if you are in need of protection you will find shelter here," he told her.

Holding out her hand, her skin tingled with his touch as he took it and guided her to a standing position. "I've already found it," Sadhbh answered. She stared into his eyes before standing on her tip toes and gently kissed him in thanks.

"Fionn MacCumhaill," Duncan whispered. This was the second life he had witnessed today and it rendered him speechless.

"Wait, you recognized your past life," Phoebe asked him. "How is that possible," she looked to Sandra for answers.

"It shouldn't be," Sandra started to say.

"He doesn't remember it," Connor spoke for his friend who was still shell shocked. "It's celtic mythology. A legend we grew up hearing from our clansman."

"So Duncan's and Prue's past lives are famous stories," Paige asked. "Some people have all the luck," she joked.

"What is the legend of Fionn MacCumhaill," Piper asked.

Looking to Duncan, Connor saw that his clansman was still not prepared to speak about this. "He was the most famous warrior in celtic history. He was the leader of the Fianna, an army of the finest warriors known. One day he came across Sadhbh, whom he loved above all others.

"She was cursed to spend her life in the form of a doe for rejection the marriage proposal of Fear Diorich, when she was a young girl. One day someone took pitty on her and told her if she stepped foot on the castle of the Fianna that the curse would no longer have a hold on her," Connor explained.

"That's what we saw," Duncan said. "Fionn was remembering the first time they met."

"But why was she asking him to find her," Billy asked.

"One day, when Fionn was away at war with the Vikings, Sadhbh saw Fionn and his hounds return from war," Connor told her. "But it was a trick."

"It was Fear Diorich," Duncan interjected. "She ran to meet her husband and when she crossed the barrier she was turned back into a doe. Fionn looked for her for seven years but never found her, until one day he found their son in the forest."

"She was pregnant when she was taken?" Phoebe teared up a little. "That's so terrible!"

"I raised our son," Duncan said to no one in particular. "I looked at him and saw her each day. When I knew I would never find her, knowing I had him was what saved me."

Paige stepped forward. "Wait, I thought you didn't remember your past life? How do you know that?"

Turning to the group, Duncan stared at them for the first time with eyes wide open; completely focused. "I didn't. Not before," Mac said, "but seeing it; being reminded of it seems to be bringing it back. Even my first life in Rome is coming back."

"That isn't supposed to happen," Sandra stepped forward. "When souls are recycled they're stripped of all memories so that they have a fresh start to live and experience life without any biases. The spell was only meant to let you see; not to experience."

"Well, who wrote the spell, if you don't mind me asking," Phoebe said.

Paige close her eyes and rubbed her temples; a headache already brewing. "That would be Grams," she answered. "It was a unique situation and we," Paige waved her hands back and forth between herself and Sharon, "thought it would be better to use an individual spell."

"Well, I hate to say this," Phoebe said, "but Grams fudged the spell," shrugging her shoulders.

Bright cascading lights appeared and Penny Halliwell made her grand appearance. "And what do you mean by that," the Halliwell matriarch asked.

"Grams," Piper smiled. "Long time no see. How's it going?"

Penny turned to Piper and all of a sudden became corporeal. Touching her granddaughter's abdomen, the old witch smiled. "I just knew that you would have that little girl someday," she gushed. "Oh, look how big you are!"

"Grams," Phoebe said trying to get her attention back. "Hi, about that spell," she told her grandmother, "I think I know why it's having these side effects. It says to restore the mind of past histories and to allow passage to times before; that's why Duncan can remember his past lives."

"Uh oh," Piper said.

"Oh my God, are you in labor," Billy asked.

Piper waved the blond away. "No, the wording. I think you restored more than just Duncan's memories. I think you might have also restored Prue's, too."

Duncan's head turned to look at her. "Isn't she already having memories?"

"Yes," Piper said. "But she's only experiencing some of them. Right now she only remembers some of the reasons why she's mad at you and we don't know what those reasons are. What if there are worse things yet to see?"

Prue remembered nothing; only coming to at the sound of this incredibly mournful, beautiful cry wailing from her lips. Minutes passes as the song escaped her breath, and when she opened her eyes she found that it was another one of her lives that she was experiencing.

Kneeling before a river, her hands dug in the dirt they had clutched for support when her cry had first burst forth from her lips, Prue looked in the river to find her face. Her hair was red and freckles were sprinkled like fairy dust across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Despite her fair skin, the freckles cast a dewy sun kissed glow on her skin.

She was young in this life as well; no more than twenty years old. The sky was grey and clouds hovered above with mists of rain gravitating toward her. The grass was emerald green and vibrant despite the dismal weather, matching the color of her eyes. The cry erupted again from her lips and doves sprung from their branches, their wings flapping as they sought refuge somewhere else.

Rising from the earth, she moved; running through the forest as her body took control. Her heart felt heavy, as fear began to set in. Prue didn't know what was going to happen. She hadn't dreamt of this life yet and so it was unfamiliar to her.

Making her way into a little cottage, she had followed her cry to her home and the man she shared it with. "Gage," she cried, falling to his side. "Why," she shouted up to the ceiling.

"You know," a voice answered and she turned from her lover to see another of the Sidhe in her house. "The Sidhe are supposed to remain away from the human world. You left your people and ignored your magic. Were you really surprised that you called for his soul?"

"You did this? I know you did," she accused.

"I didn't have to, Aislinn. It was just his time. You had to know it would happen eventually. You have lived for hundreds of years and his life is a mortal one. That is why we don't lose our hearts to mortals, because sooner or later their lives will extinguish in what seems like only moments."

"But it's only been—"

"Ten years," her mother interrupted. "Like a grain of sand in the grand scheme of our lives. This is the very reason why the bean sídhe stay away from humans. You must come home now," her voice softened.

"No," Aislinn told her mother. "I will stay here," she gazed up at her mother. Her hands immediately went to her belly in a protective manner. "This is my home now. Go," she demanded. "Don't come back!"

Prue returned to the home she had purchased a couple of years earlier. The memories were coming stronger now, and she was remembering much more of her lives then the snapshots that were pulling her away from the present.

Moving from her studio, she made her way to her bedroom to secure herself before the next life would pull her back. She didn't remember feeling so much heartache since she lost her mother and then Andy. Nothing had prepared her for this and she realized there was something bigger at play. Somehow, magic must be involved.

"Okay," Piper asked. "What the hell is a bean-sidhe?"

"You Americans would call them Banshee," Connor told them.

"A screaming, slutty demon whose cry targets those experiencing great sorrow causing their blood vessels to burst and making them drown in their own blood?" The entire group turned to stare at Phoebe. "What? I might have been one for a brief moment of time," she explained to the men.

"It's different," Sandra told the sisters. "The Banshee you know happens when a witch suffering from severe sorrow hears the cry of another Banshee and is turned. The bean-sidhe is where the name was taken from, because both of their cries are associated with death. However, the bean-sidhe is Sidhe, or faery. Their cry doesn't cause death, but it occurs when someone is going to die."

"Because they're fae," Connor explained, "they live very long lives; hundreds of years."

"Duncan, are you okay," Paige asked. When the group was paying attention to Sandra and Connor they hadn't realized that Mac had turned away. Laying a hand on his back, Paige turned him toward her so she could see him.

Tears ran down his face, silent. "Every time," he began, "there's a child. One that always loses a parent or both before they're old enough to remember them. I don't know if I can keep doing this," he said.

"How is that possible," Phoebe asked. "If she's fae and lives hundreds of years how can she become pregnant by a human?"

"It's been known to happen in folklore," Connor answered. "The fae may live very long lives but they aren't immortal. The Sidhe look the most like humans."

Sandra nodded. "Faeries and humans have been known to interact before. It's not as common now due to our large population and their somewhat small population," the Elder said, "but back then it wasn't so uncommon. It could explain why magic was introduced into your family and why you're magic is so strong."

"That's kind of cool," Paige said. "We come from faeries," she elbowed Piper. "Our little girls are gonna love that!"

Duncan bolted, leaving everyone else stunned.

"Where does he think he's going," Piper asked.

Paige held her hands up to stop Sandra from following. "It's okay," she said. "I'll go find him. He probably just needs a break."

Her Jimmy Choos were silent as she followed him down a bright white passageway. Grabbing him, Paige was surprised to find him hugging her as he tried to hold back his tears.