A.N. Sorry about the wait, my darling readers. I get distracted fairly easily. But I'm so excited for this chapter, are you? Lucky thirteen! Or unlucky, I guess. But either way, it's a special number. And I got a copy of Hocus Pocus for Christmas, so you can guess what's playing in the background whilst I write. So I do own a copy of it, though not the rights. I hope you guys like this chapter! Read on, and I'm sorry for the super long Author's Note.

OooOooOooOooO (Lacia POV)

"Come down. I can't exactly get it to you from there," Binx instructed. I saw the gleam in his eyes and readied myself. I didn't know exactly what was coming, but I knew I had to be prepared for anything. 'He's got to have a plan of some kind,' I assured myself. 'He'll save me.'

Winifred guided the broom down, and I waited nervously. Once we were close enough for Binx to throw the book up, the witch halted.

"Jump!" Binx shouted. I recognized the idea, trusted him with my life, and let myself drop off of the broom before Winifred could stop me. For a moment, my stomach roiled with the terrifying sensation of free falling. I bit off the scream that was ripping itself from my throat, and then I landed in a pair of warm, sturdy, strong arms. 'Binx caught me,' I realized. 'Thank goodness. That would have been messy.'

"Nice catch," I complemented breathlessly.

"I try," he retorted with a smirk. I slowly began to appreciate just how much I owed to the boy with his arms around me.

"And thanks," I added gratefully. He smiled at me, all traces of joking gone as he saw my genuine gratitude.

"My pleasure." I looked up to see Winifred descending with a furious look on her face.

"Um, you might want to run," I pointed out. He let out a small chuckle at my nonchalance.

"Right." He took off running with me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and pulled myself closer to him while turning my face from the wind. I let out a humorless laugh at the irony of the situation.

"Gee, this seems familiar," I muttered into his neck. He shuddered slightly, and I wondered if it was from laughter or something else.

"Yeah. This is what, the fifth time tonight?" He estimated dryly.

"That sounds about right. I feel like such a damsel in distress around you! You've rescued me like twenty times in one night, and I've saved you how many? That's right, a great big zero!" I was working myself into a frenzy of self-hatred, but Binx wasn't having any of it.

"First of all, you've saved me on more than one occasion- " he began, but I cut him off.

"Name one," I challenged angrily. Part of me was amazed that he was keeping up a steady run through all of this, but due to the focus I was placing on our argument, I chose to disregard the surprise I was feeling.

"You jumped in front of a shot of magic lightning within the first minute I saw you to stop it from hitting me. I think that counts," he retorted quickly.

"Fine; I'll give you that one," I admitted. "But still! I'm just so… useless. You've put yourself in danger over and over for me tonight. It seems like I just keep getting captured or spelled or hurt, and you keep rescuing me. You've carried me more than I've walked tonight, for Pete's sake!

"Now there are three crazy witches on our tail, you're carrying me again, and I'm crying on you; and it's all my fault!" I finished with a shout. There were tears of desperation, anger, and, desolation leaking down my cheeks.

Binx looked down at me with a tender, though still angry, expression on his face. It seemed that my speech hadn't changed his mind about me at all.

"Lacy, you haven't put me in danger even once tonight." I opened my mouth to protest, but he ignored me and kept speaking. "Everything I've done was my choice. I put myself in danger, not because you forced me to, but because I wanted to help you. It's what friends do for each other. You've been abandoned by everyone whom you called a friend, but I won't abandon you. I'll do what someone who cares should do in this situation. Besides, I'm doing what I couldn't do for Emily; I'm keeping you safe.

"This isn't your fault, Lacy, and I want you to understand that. Your friend was the one who lit the candle, for one. But that's not the point. You're far from useless; you've been more help than you know."

Binx was starting to pant now, and I gathered that the exertion of running with me in his arms was starting to get to him. Fearing that he was going to slow down, I risked a look behind us. The witches were nowhere to be seen.

"Binx!" I squealed involuntarily. He jumped slightly. "They're gone! The witches are gone; we lost 'em!" I couldn't keep the excitement and relief from my tone. "We're safe!"

"I'm not so sure about that."

OooOooOooOooO (Binx POV)

"That sounds about right," Lacy agreed bitterly. "I feel like such a damsel in distress around you! You've rescued me like twenty times in one night, and I've saved you how many? That's right, a great big zero!" Lacy snapped. She seemed truly upset, but I was determined to prove her wrong.

"First of all, you've saved me on more than one occasion- " I started to explain. She interrupted me before I could finish, though.

"Name one." I didn't even have to think about it; it was an easy question to answer.

"You jumped in front of a shot of magic lightning within the first minute I saw you to stop it from hitting me. I think that counts," I supplied nearly immediately. She deflated slightly, and for a moment, I dared to hope that she was giving up. I was, of course, wrong.

"Fine; I'll give you that one. But still! I'm just so… useless. You've put yourself in danger over and over for me tonight. It seems like I just keep getting captured or spelled or hurt, and you keep rescuing me. You've carried me more than I've walked tonight, for Pete's sake!

"Now there are three crazy witches on our tail, you're carrying me again, and I'm crying on you; and it's all my fault!" She screeched. I winced slightly at both the high pitch and the anger of her declaration. She was indeed crying, I saw as I gazed at her face. She hadn't won me over one bit with her speech, and I was even more determined to change her mind. I hadn't faltered in my sprint yet despite the distracting argument, but I attempted to pay the thought no mind as I kept up the rapid paced escape.

"Lacy, you haven't put me in danger even once tonight," I continued. She opened her mouth to interject, but I didn't give her the opportunity. "Everything I've done was my choice. I put myself in danger, not because you forced me to, but because I wanted to help you. It's what friends do for each other. You've been abandoned by everyone whom you called a friend, but I won't abandon you. I'll do what someone who cares should do in this situation. Besides, I'm doing what I couldn't do for Emily; I'm keeping you safe." There was a slight amount of mental bitterness there, but I masked it behind my concern for my friend.

"This isn't your fault, Lacy, and I want you to understand that. Your friend was the one who lit the candle, for one. But that's not the point. You're far from useless; you've been more help than you know," I concluded. I was getting tired from the running, but I was trying hard not to show it.

Lacy was finally silent, and I gathered that I had won the debate. I focused once more on running away. The witches wouldn't give up, that much I knew. They never did, especially Winifred. She was old, bitter, powerful, and violent. I knew from experience that the Sanderson Sisters were not to be trifled with.

Suddenly I was ripped from my thoughts by Lacy's cry of, "Binx!" I jolted a little in surprise. "They're gone! The witches are gone; we lost 'em! We're safe!" My redheaded friend shrieked. I felt a small amount of relief that she was okay, but the sight in front of me quickly squashed the feeling.

"I'm not so sure about that," I responded uneasily. I slid to a stop as I looked at the zombie in front of us. Billy stood about two yards from us, and he was stumbling closer at an alarming rate. My heart stopped momentarily.

"Huh?" Lacy asked as she turned her head. "What are- " her words transformed into a scream mid-sentence as she spotted the decomposing man. The terror in her tone made me want to comfort her, but I was all too aware that there wasn't time. I turned to run, but an unfamiliar, strange, and gravely voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Wait!"

OooOooOooOooO

A.N. There we go. Another chapter finished. Next time you'll get some Billy love, a bit more romance, and who knows what else. In the meantime, you should REVIEW! Tell me what you think of this chapter! Did you like the argument? Do you think things are moving too fast? Do you love this story? Do you hate it? TELL ME!