I'm über-excited! I got this idea by chance, thanks to Megan Geyer. It was a list thing, where you put names under numbers and answer some questions below, like, if 2 and 4 had a Fic together, what would it be called? And one question was "Make up a summary for a Robbie/Alisa Fic. And that's when I realized, that would be a very good story! Thus we shall begin.

I'm unique! Yay!


Bree and I were fighting again. It had been happening more and more often now, and I feared that it would be over for us soon. I didn't want it to be over–after all, I'd loved her for as long as I could remember, and it had taken me a great amount of effort to get her to finally go out with me.

But it wasn't working the way we'd hoped. Things were really hot, and we still managed to communicate pretty well, and yet…something was off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something that just wasn't…right between us.

Bree knew it as well as I did, but she acted as if nothing was wrong, and she still smiled the same Bree-like smile at Morgan as she and Hunter arrived for the circle. "Hey, Morgan," she said. She gave a nod at the giant next to her. "Hunter. Come on in."

We were at a circle, being held at Alisa's house–this had shocked us all. Alisa was interested in Wicca, and she liked it a lot, but she never volunteered to host a circle. It had something to do with her stepmother, I knew, who was pregnant and marrying and moving in with her dad. They must have been out, though, because the only person that was there when I arrived was Alisa.

She was fifteen, with olive skin, honey-streaked brown hair, and wide, dark eyes. She looked very different, but it wasn't in a bad way at all.

"Hey," I said to her glumly, coming in and looking around. "Am I the first one?"

"Yep," said Alisa, attempting to be a cheerful, good host. She wasn't that good at it. "You're about fifteen minutes early."

"Oh," I said dumbly. I guess I'd been so distracted about Bree, I hadn't watched the clock. "Sorry."

She shrugged. "It's okay," she said. "You can take a seat on the couch over there if you like."

"Do you need any help?"

"Um…sure. I'm not quite finished with the snacks yet." I followed Alisa into her kitchen, which was plain and beige. There were three open bags on the counter and three big bowls. Each was filled a quarter of the way up with different snacks–Trail Mix, M&M's, and raisons. "You can finish filling up one of the bowls," said Alisa, "and then carry them out and set them on the table." I nodded and went to work.

Right when we'd finished, Ethan and Sharon arrived, and Alisa went to greet them.

Now Bree was walking around with that same smile plastered on her face as she talked with Raven and Sky. Morgan and Hunter were talking somewhere in a corner, and everyone else was in their same pairings–Ethan and Sharon, Matt and Thalia, and Jenna and Simon. Only Alisa and I had no one to talk to. So I walked over to her.

"Hey." She jumped.

"Oh," she said, blushing. "Hi."

"How have you been lately?" I asked her, ignoring the pink building up in her cheeks.

"I could be better," she admitted.

"Everyone could be a little better around here," I pointed out. "But I suppose there's nothing anyone can do about that. Things will get better, Alisa. They always do."

"Do you really believe that?" asked Alisa curiously.

I opened my mouth to tell her I did, but before I could get a word out, I heard a British-accented voice. "Alright, everyone. It's time to start the circle."

I liked Hunter. He was a good coven leader and friend. I could imagine who'd be better for Morgan, especially after I heard what Cal did. It had scared me a little, and it made me wonder if Morgan's witchcraft was changing her in more ways than one, but there was nothing I could do about that now. What happened happened, and what will happen wasn't in my control. I'd done what I could; now it was time to lay back and let time do as it pleased.

I took my place in the circle, standing next to Alisa and taking her hand. Again, she blushed, and I ignored it. She was shy. She'd get used to me eventually.

"As you know," said Hunter in a clear, strong voice, "spring is on its way in several months, and it is a time of change. Of hope. Of new beginnings." As Hunter spoke, I met Bree's eyes, and she looked at me with hatred. I sighed. This one was going to be hard to patch up.

We began to turn in a circle. Around and around and around. I wondered for the billionth time why we never got dizzy. Power flowed through each of us, most of it coming mainly from Sky, Hunter, and Morgan. I was always grateful when they shared it with us.

"Alright," Hunter's voice wove its way above the air. "If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?" Raven was the first to speak.

"I'd make my life easier," she said.

"I'd stop myself from ever drinking," said Ethan.

"I'd destroy complications," said Jenna. Well, we could all relate to that one, I thought to myself.

"I'd change what people think of me," said Bree. I raised an eyebrow at her. Her face was blank.

"I'd change my heritage," said Morgan. This surprised me. Morgan loved being a blood witch.

"I'd stop the dark wave from coming," said Hunter quietly. I felt for him; he really did have a messed up past. It was most of his past that scared me; the rest was far from it.

"I'd end world hunger," said Thalia. Ah, I thought, world hunger. The famous safety net.

"I'd destroy bad influences," said Sharon. She was worried about Ethan, I thought to myself absently. She always was.

"I'd assure things would work out alright," said Simon. Wouldn't that be nice? I thought to myself.

"I'd take away pain," said Sky. Again, that would be nice.

There were a lot of things that were said that would benefit more than one person. A few were self-centered, such as Bree's and Raven's, but other than that they all benefited everyone–or at least someone else. I was next, and that made me wonder what to say. Should I make the change worldly, like Thalia's? Should I make the change for someone I love, like Sharon and Sky? Should I change something that was made mostly for me, but would affect others as well, such as Jenna's, Morgan's, Hunter's, and Simon's? Or should I make it simply about my life, a choice I made or something completely out of my control, such as Raven's, Bree's, and Ethan's? In the end, I said, "I'd change the way people look at me."

I never liked the way people looked at me. Since grade seven I'd had a terrible case of acne, and I was hidden behind thick glasses. The first spell Morgan had ever done was one to take away the acne, and it cured my vision, too, though that was on accident. Since then, people had looked at me…differently. It wasn't in a bad way, but it was just…uncomfortable. I didn't want people to like me just because I was good-looking. That was something I could tell myself in the dark–that I must be a good person, because through it all, Bree and Morgan were still my friends. I couldn't be sure of that anymore. I couldn't be sure that Bree was going out with me for me, and not for my looks. I didn't like that.

Beside me, I heard Alisa say, "I'd take away fear." We all knew that Alisa was scared. You could see it in her eyes whenever Morgan cast a spell, named a rune, did anything that was…out of the ordinary. I was scared, too, but I was mostly awed. Magick was a beautiful thing, and you couldn't be afraid of everything. But I was still aware of the danger, just enough for me to feel empathy for her. Her being scared didn't do much for the stereotype that came with being the youngest member. Part of me, I realized with surprise, wanted to wrap my arms around her and take away her fear. But this was impossible.

As if on cue, we all through up our hands and the circle broke. Magick lingered in the air and brightened up the atmosphere. I felt powerful and alive, a feeling only a circle could give me. Nothing was ever going to bring me down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Morgan put her head to the floor and breathe deeply, Hunter standing over her shoulder, concerned but acceptant. I sighed. I was always worried about Morgan, but there was nothing I could do. Hope for the best and the rest is up to fate, right?

As much as I cared about Morgan, I knew she was in good hands. Hunter could take care of her, and he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would ask for or want help. I could trust him with her. He'd be fine. I'd just be in the way.

"Robbie," I heard a familiar voice and turned towards the source: Alisa. "I can't help but wonder…what did you mean? When you said you didn't like how people looked at you?"

"Oh," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Just…it's nothing."

"Okay," said Alisa with a shrug. "I just would have thought you'd…like the new attention."

"I do," I said quickly. "It's just…kind of awkward."

"So you'd rather go back to being a pizza face?" asked Alisa in confused awe. I thought about that.

"Long story short, yeah. I would."

"Huh." Alisa looked stumped. "I could get some oil and grease if you'd like."

I laughed. "I don't think that would work, Alisa," I said. "Thanks for the offer, though.

Alisa shrugged. "No problem," she said. She turned to leave.

"Hey, Alisa?" I found myself calling. She looked over her shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid, you know."

She gave a nod and then continued walking. I sighed. She didn't believe me. But then, I wouldn't believe me either.

Okay, so what do you think? We've got Robbie and Alisa and…it's different. The first story with either Robbie or Alisa as main characters, let alone together. Again, thank Megan Geyer for that.

Please review. I know Sweep isn't as popular a series as, say, Twilight, but there are people on the site that read it. So for those of you that have read it, please review. Every one counts–I'll throw in a sneak peak of the next chapter and a virtual cookie, eh?