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The Wiccan Charmed One

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Summary: After finding Willow cheating on her, a broken-hearted Tara MaClay leaves Sunnydale for San Francisco. Meanwhile, The Charmed ones discover the existence of another Halliwell, yet again.

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Charmed > Tara-CenteredChosenOneFR1589,90922310,34731 Oct 0824 Nov 09No

Chapter Eight: A Family United

Previously:

"There's more to my story than the abridged version I told you downstairs," Tara said, "But first, I need to give something back to you."

"What?" Angel asked, not knowing what was taken.

"Your memory," Tara stated as she placed her hand on his forehead, and she started chanting a modified version of a spell she read in the Book of Shadows,


"As these words

are heard and said,

return lost memories

to his heart and head."

When she finished, Angel's eyes flashed white as the memories Patty Halliwell had erased came rushing back.



THE HYPERION HOTEL - ANGEL'S ROOM

"My God," Angel said as he collapsed into a nearby chair, images still flashing in his head.

"Yeah," Tara commented as she took the seat next to him, "That's pretty much how I reacted. But hey, look on the bright side, at least you didn't feint."

"How...?" Angel tried to ask.

"An over 250 year old vampire and you can't figure out that magic was used on you?" Tara remarked with a smirk on her face.

Angel gave a short laugh and smile, replying, "That's not what I meant. How do you know so much? Your spell would have only given me those memories if you knew they existed in the first place. How did you know about Patty and me?"

"Because she told me," Tara answered simply.

"How is Patty doing now-a-days?" Angel asked with a smile.

"Right, you wouldn't know," Tara said with sudden realization.

"Know what?" Angel asked, his fear rising.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Angel, but," Tara hesitated, "Patty is dead."

"Wh...What? No, you're wrong, nothing could have gotten to her," Angel stood up and started pacing the room, a minute later he stopped, and he said monotonously, "When did it happen?"

"A few months after your baby was born," Tara replied.

Angel's eyes widened as he remembered the child that Patty had erased from his memory.

"Tell me," Angel said, sitting down again, "What happened to my child?"

"Well, after your daughter was born, Patty gave her up for adoption," Tara began, "Her family life was very traumatic because the males in her family feared her power and they took to abusing her. But her adopted mother was also a practicing witch and did what she could for her, made sure that she was raised well and knew how to control her growing power. Though, her adoptive mother passed away when she was seventeen. After that, she reached a rebellious stage of her life, and once she graduated from high school, she went to college in order to put as much distance as she could manage between herself and her adoptive family. Now, she's doing what she can to find herself."

"But where is she now?" Angel asked, anticipation evident in his voice.

Tara only smiled and looked him in the eyes and said, "Where do you think she'd be?"

It had been centuries since Angel had seen his reflection, but there was always one thing he was sure of, his eyes, and he knew that when he looked at Tara, his eyes were staring back at him. In moments, his arms closed around Tara, afraid that if he let her go, she would disappear.

He slowly released her and held her at arms length, "You know, now that I think of it, I can see a bit of my mother in you, but you look so much like Patty. Well, except for your eyes, they're-"

"-Yours," Tara ended her father's sentence, a seemingly endless smile adorning her face. Angel embraced her, his joy filling in his chest, but was cut short when he heard a baby crying in his bedroom.

"Just a sec," Angel said as he sat up and walked to his room, returning seconds later with a small baby boy in his hands, and while sitting down again, he was saying in a baby voice, "Now don't you think I forgot about you, little man."

"He is too cute," Tara cooed as she looked at the newborn, "Who's baby is this?"

"Mine," Angel replied, looking at his daughter's face, hoping for a positive reaction.

Instead, Tara only stared at Angel in confusion, "Wha...?"

"I'd like you to meet, Connor," Angel said as he stepped closer to his daughter and placed the small bundle in her arms, "Your little brother."

Suddenly screaming filled the air, and both Tara and Angel jumped from their seats. Tara ran from the room as fast as her legs would carry her, with Angel following after her moments later, after putting Conner in his bassinet.

Finally, they came upon the main lobby, on the balcony overlooking the first floor, only to find it completely dark. Together, they scanned the lower floor for any sign of movement in the darkness.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The Wiccan Charmed One" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 24 Nov 09.

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