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Recognizing her stare Hunter was trying to back away from embarrassment. Morgan turned her back on Katrina and faced Hunter. She touched the side of his gaunt cheek with her hand. "Don't listen to her," she whispered to low for Katrina to hear, "there's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect the way you are, trust me. I'd keep trying to let her let you come back there, but Katrina's a stubborn woman. She won't back down no matter how silly this is." She continued to whispered, "I'll be back in a few moments," she explained. He nodded, but she saw a hurt look in his eyes. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed his hallow cheek lightly.

He went over and sat on the couch while Morgan followed Katrina to her circle room.

"Now what, Katrina?" She said in a slight annoyed voice.

Katrina said nothing, but tossed her a piece of paper. Morgan opened it and read it.

Dear Pitiful Morgan,

I have your precious Hunter's magick in my house. You want it? Well if you don't get it, I promise you that the nightmares that Hunter experiences will get worse, also, he will never get better.

Your Friend,

Kyle MacEwan

"Shit," Morgan mumbled, surprised at her use of the word.

"Now, I suggest you find him and do whatever it is you do," Katrina said. "And take your bony little friend with you."

Morgan was shocked, Katrina was never like this. Sooner than she realized her hand was pulled back and she had slapped Katrina across the face. She stormed out of the circle room.

Hunter rose as soon as he saw Morgan coming, "What?" He stared to say, but Morgan just grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house. She continued with a stony look on her face, refusing to say a word. Hunter tried once more, "What happened?"
Morgan was quiet for a moment before speaking, "I slapped her...I slapped Katrina. She said something that really upset me, so I slapped her."

"What did she say?" Hunter whispered.

Morgan hesitated to answer.

"It's alright, you can tell me," he urged.

"She said, 'take your bony little friend with you' so I slapped her across the face."

All was quiet for a little while. Then Hunter's hand slipped out of Morgan's, purposely, then she heard running. She turned around just in time to see Hunter fall face first into the sharp rocks on the side of the road. Morgan was shocked he could even run that far, he was really weak. She ran over to where he had fallen into the rocks and slid down beside him. He was still face first on the ground.

"Hey," she said gently, "what was that about." She put her arms around him and helped him up. She stayed sitting with him on the ground. He had a few scratched on his face that were bleeding a bit and she looked at his hands. They were also scratched and blood welling to the surface.

He turned his head away from her, "Go, go, away Morgan," he whispered.

She scooted closer despite what he had said, "What's wrong?" She asked softly. She pulled his face back to look at her. She brushed away most of the dirt the could.

"I'm disgust, you should have just left me on that island, Morgan. At least you wouldn't have to deal with looking at me," his voice was broken.

She shook her head, "Shut up, Hunter," she whispered. An idea popped into her head. "Look here," she pointed to a spot on the ground then chanted a spell in her mind. It would let a picture appear on the ground.

Hunter looked, "Huh?" He said. It was him, when she found him. How much love and joy she felt at finally having him back, and alive. The spell she used could let him feel her emotions at that scene too. That she didn't care about his appearance, that when she saw him she didn't see his gaunt appearance, just her soul mate. That she thought it couldn't be real, just because he was standing right in front of her. That she loved him.

"I love you, Hunter. Do you want to know why?"

He looked at her expectantly.

"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I don't know what I'd do without you." She hugged him to her lightly, not caring that she could feel his ribs poking into her side. She pulled back, "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," she said helping him stand up. She wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him along with her back to her house. She opened the door and led him inside to the bathroom. She sat him up on the counter and wetted down a washcloth. She washed the dirt and blood from his face. Then she turned over his hands and ran the cloth over them. She put the cloth in the laundry and then led Hunter out into the living room.

Moria came home a few hour later. She took off her shoes by the door and looked straight to Hunter. "Do I even want to know what happened?" She asked.

Morgan answered, "We walked down to your Grandma's house and Hunter fell on the way back."

Moria nodded, then went off to do her homework.

"So, I found out where your magick is, but I would have to go to the United States to get it," she said slowly.

"Don't you mean us?" Hunter asked.

Morgan shook her head, "No, just me. I need you to watch Moria, please."

He sighed, "I guess I'll only hold you back."

She laughed surprising him, "Didn't we just go through this. You make me show you that picture again and I'll sure be exhausted." She smiled.

He lifted his hands in defeat, "Okay, okay. I'll stay and watched Moria, but she might not like it."

Morgan sighed, "She'll deal. I'll go tell her." Morgan went to go tell Moria who freaked a bit, but was mostly fine with it.

The trip would take about a week or two Morgan assumed. She bought the tickets and rented a hotel room. She packed her bag, wanting to leave as soon as possible. She slung it over her shoulder and then dropped it by her door. "Moria! I'm leaving!" Morgan shouted from the door.

Moria came out of her bedroom and hugged her mom goodbye. "See you soon," she said.

"Be back in two weeks," Morgan told her, disappointed that Hunter wasn't coming out of the guest bedroom to say goodbye. She shrugged her shoulders and slung the bag back over her shoulder then opened the door. She shut it behind her and made her way to her car. "Oh!" She said almost dropping the bag from her shoulder as Hunter rounded the corner, a smile on his cracked lips.

"Hullo there," he said, his English accent more pronounced than lately.

"Hey," she said casually.

He smiled, "Thought I was going to let you leave without saying goodbye?"

"I don't know," Morgan said.

"Well, I could never do that. I thought you knew me better, Morgan?" He came over and hugged her tight, "I'll see you when you come back. You will be careful."

"Of course," Morgan said against his chest, keeping her arms firmly around his waist. She gave him once last squeeze before pulling away. "I'll see you when I come back. It's only two weeks, but it feels like forever, and I just got you back."

"I know, I miss you already."

She stepped reluctantly away from him and he opened her car door for her. He lounged lazily on the car door, and it almost felt normal. She smiled at him as he shut the door when she turned on the car. She waved at him as she pulled out. She saw him go lazily back into the house as she pulled away from the house. She felt an emptiness as she drove down the road.

Morgan settled into her hotel late at night and laid down to sleep.

She woke to a call from her daughter, Moira. "Yes?" She mumbled groggily. It was 2am.

"Mom, I don't know what to do. I'm outside Hunter's bedroom and he's screaming," she sounded scared.

"It's okay sweetie. Just, open the door and wake him up. Then give him the phone."

"Okay," she said nervously. I heard the door creak open, then I heard the screaming. Then the gasp as she woke him up and handed him the phone wordlessly. I'm sure she left after that.

"Who is this?" Asked a gravely voice that was Hunter's.

"Hunter it's Morgan. You were screaming again and woke Moira up."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. Maybe I should leave," he hesitated.

"No, no, no, no, and no. You are not leaving . I just got you back and I'll be back soon to do something about the nightmares. Now you have no choice, but to tell me what it was about."

He hesitated before answering. "Fine. This is going to sound cheesy, but it was about you. You left me for Cal. I'm sorry, I know it obviously won't happen, but every time it does I scream," he sounded as if he felt like crying.

"Oh honey. It'll be okay. Go into to my bedroom and go into the bottom drawer of my dress, okay?"

"Yea," he didn't speak for a minute. "Okay, what am I looking at. There's nothing in here."

"Feel around, there's a compartment."

"Huh...oh wait...Morgan, what are these," he whispered.

I knew exactly what he would be seeing, dozens of pictures of him. When we were dating before this I took a bunch of photos of him when he wasn't looking. Especially when he was smiling. Sure there were pictures of us both in there, but more of just him.

"You...took these?" He murmured in awe.

"Yes, look towards the bottom."

He did I guessed and took in a sharp breath. "Morgan."

"Even when I was with Cal I took these," I explained. The pictured I guessed he was looking at was right after out mind meld thing after I learned her wasn't dead.

"Okay, I'll go and let you go back to," I heard a scream and the phone was dropped.

"Hunter? Hunter!" I screamed into the phone. Shit, shit, shit.

Then I heard laughter, slow and evil.

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