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Summary: Post season 7 of Buffy and season 8 of Charmed. does not follow comics. The Scooby gang moves to SF because of Willow.

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Getting to Know You: Part 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, or Buffy

Chapter 13: Getting to Know You: Part 3

As everybody started to file out of Giles’ room, the watcher pulled Tara to the side and had asked her to stay. He was intrigued by her return and wanted to discuss it. That had been over an hour ago.

After spending a half a hour searching for Dawn, Xander, or Buffy, and coming up empty, Tara finally found one of them in the small hotel gym. Dawn was in the far right hand corner, doing Tai-Chi, on a blue wrestling mat. She stood just inside the door, watching the younger woman. The blonde felt sadness filled her heart as she watched the graceful movements of the young brunette. Dawn looked so grown up, and it was a hard reminder that a year had passed without her.

While she had been allowed to keep an eye on Willow, she had been forbidden to do so with the rest of the gang, unless they were in the same space as Willow. Because of this, Tara had broken pieces of Dawns life over the last year, and was eager for Dawn to fill in the gaps.

Tara was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Dawn say her name from her new spot right in front of her.

“Hi,” Dawn said. “How long have you been standing here?”

“Not long. I guess I got lost in how grown up you looked doing that. You’re not that klutzy awkward teen I used to know,” Tara replied, her voice betraying the sadness she felt.

“Just because there’s less of a risk that I’m going to accidentally shoot a poor kitten again with my crossbow, doesn’t mean I’m not the same girl I was. I’m still a total dork,” Dawn said, trying to lighten the mood a little, and then grabbed Tara‘s hand and started pulling her towards the door. “Come on, I’ve missed you so much, and there so much I want to tell you.”

“I missed you, too, Dawnie,” Tara said, as the young slayer gently pulled her towards the stairs case. They silently walked the rest of the way to Dawn’s room.

As soon as her bedroom door closed, Dawn engulfed Tara in a bone-crushing hug, and silently started to cry into the crook of Tara’s neck.

After the initial shock wore off, Tara relaxed into the hug, and started rubbing comforting circles onto Dawn’s back. Tara’s wasn’t shocked by the teen’s sudden mood swing, as this wasn’t the first time she had been in this position.

After Buffy jumped off the tower, Dawn tried to keep her emotions in check. She didn’t want to show how much losing her mother, and sister was affecting her. She didn’t want to wallow, because of the precious gift her sister had given her. Tara saw through the act she was putting on. She knew Dawn was sneaking out of bed and slipping into Buffy’s every night, curling up with Mr. Gordo, and then after Willow fix her, the Buffy-bot. It was the rare moments where Dawn would be laughing about something, and then she would suddenly be crying. Tara knew what the she was going through, and she was always there to catch the teen as she slipped to the floor, comforting her with a softly sung lullaby, and rubbed her back soothingly. Very much like she was doing at that moment.

This time was different, then those in the past. Dawn wasn’t crying just because of something that was lost, but rather gained. She had dreamt of this moment. Just as she had when her mother and Buffy had died. She hoped and prayed to what ever god who was listening to her, for another miracle, even though she watched Buffy struggle to come back into the world, whole again. Now she had what her heart had desired for the last year. Her heart bleed with relief, happiness, and for the first time since before she found out she was the key; a bright ray of hope broke through the darkness. So much so, that she couldn’t keep it inside. It turned her into a blubbering mess.

Tara maneuvered them on to Dawn’s bed as the brunette’s sobs slowed. “I missed you. Please don’t ever leave us again,” Dawn said quietly.

“I missed you too, Dawnie. I promise no m-matter what I will always be here for you,” Tara whispered back. “How are you handling everything? For real.”

“I’m doing okay. I’m a lot better now. I’m so glad they let you come back,” Dawn replied.

“Will you tell me about everything I’ve m-missed?” Tara asked.

“Sure. Oh my god. There is so much to tell,” Dawn squealed. “They rebuilt the high school, and it tried to kill me on my first day.”

Tara chuckled. She had heard many stories of the woes of Sunnydale High School. While they most would be horrified by the story being told, but the Scoobies always told them in a dramatic, but funny way.

Dawn told Tara everything that had happened during her absence. From her slaying lessons with Buffy, right down the amount of vampires’ Buffy slayed. In return Tara explained to her what it meant to be a whitelighter. Her responsibilities and what her new powers were. They talked until about an hour before they were an hour before they were due at the Halliwell Manor, because Tara was called away by somebody.

Prue chuckled at the flabbergasted look on her daughter’s face, before pulling the redhead over to the couch. “You’ll get use to her after awhile.”

“You mean this a regular thing?” Willow asked dumbfounded. “How is this possible? What will happen to her corporeal body when it’s time for her to go? Does she die all over again?”

“No. She doesn’t die again. When it’s time for her to go again, she’ll go the same way she came, or one of us will orb her back. As for the how; it’s magic. Something’s just can’t be explained by logic. It just is.”

“I don’t work well like that. I have to be able to understand how things work, and I don’t understand your magic. There was no ritual, or even ingredients. You just said a few words, and then ‘poof’ dead woman standing in your attic looking very much alive.”

“I understand your confusion, sweetie. This is different then what you’re used to, but it is very much apart of you. You have me and your aunts to help you embrace this new form of magic,” Prue said softly, as she moved them over to the couch.

“I know. I think that part of why I’m freaking out over this,” Willow said as she sat down nest to her mother. “I mean, when I found out about vampires, and everything else that goes bump in the night I didn’t freak out. Well at least after the initial shock wore off, but that’s to be expected. Right? But here I am completely freaking out. Why? Well because when I thought about meeting you and your sister’s I thought I would have a magic free environment. I thought I would be explaining thing to you, way, way, down the road. Not have you explain thing to me. Not finding out that I have even more powers that I’m going to have to learn to control. I already ha…”

Prue gently slapped her hand over her daughter’s mouth mid sentence. “Alright girlie. You need to calm down before you start blowing thing up.”

Willow mumbled something, but since Prue’s hand was still covering her mouth, it didn’t make any sense. Prue smiled warmly at the redhead as she dropped her hand, and then asked, “What was that?”

Willow huffed a little, and then replied, “I said, I only did it once.”

“Yes, and once usually leads to many more times, in this family. Our powers are triggered by our emotions until we gain control over them. The first power I got was telekinesis. One of the first times I used it was when Phoebe and I were at the store. Phoebe had just told me what were, and I wasn’t taking it so well. She started talking about our father, and I got angry, and made every bottle of pills in the isle we were in fly off the shelves.”

“So to gain control over the power you have to know the trigger?” Willow asked.

“Yep. Your’s are going to be hard though because we are going to have to separate which powers are natural, and which are foreign.”

“I’m still not to sure about unleashing more power inside me,” Willow said.

“I know your not. I watched as you struggled last year, and I wanted nothing more then to come to you. To help you and to hold you as you went through it. I wish I could have, but it wasn’t the right time. At least that’s what they kept telling me, but you have me now. Me and your aunts. We won’t let anything happen, but we have to do it. Your natural powers are leaking through cracks in the spell, and the only way to control them is for them to be unbound. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Willow replied. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure sweetie,” Prue replied.

“Why did you get angry when Phoebe started talking about your father?”

“Ah, well. Your grandfather wasn’t always in our lives. He left us with Grams shortly after our mother died, and he wasn’t there for us growing up.”

“Why did he leave you?”

“I guess he couldn’t handle us being witches. Even though we didn‘t have our powers,” Prue replied.

“But he came back. I mean I met him last night,” Willow said.

“Yeah he came back. First time we saw him after he left was eight years ago. It was right after we got our powers, but he left us again. Then he showed back up about two years later, and we started to become close. I slowly let go of the hurt, and anger I felt for him abandoning us, and let him be my father.”

Willow quietly nibbled on her lower lip for a few minutes. She knew exactly what she wanted to ask Prue, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to bring it up, or not. Prue noticed Willow’s internal debate ranging, and knew what it was about. In an attempt to ease her daughter’s struggle her said, “You don’t have to be afraid to ask me something. If you want to know something go ahead a head and ask, sweetie.”

Willow continued to nibble on her lip for a few more minutes before asking, “Why did you give me away?”

Prue grasped Willow’s right hand in between her own, and gave her a soft smile. “I love you, Willow. I have since the day I found out I was pregnant. I don’t ever want you to think that’s why I gave you up for adoption. At first Andy and I were going to keep you, but as your birthday approached I started to feel you deserved much better then us. I was only fifteen, and I was still dealing with not having my own parents. I wanted you to have a happy, stable home. Not one that was broken.”

“I didn’t have that though. Both of my parents worked all the time, and when they realized I was capable of taking care of myself, they left me alone. Some times for weeks at a time.”

“I’m sorry that you grew up like that, but I wouldn’t change a thing. We can’t live on what ifs, only what is. And this is exactly where we were destined to end up,” Prue told her.

“So if the circumstance had been different, you still would have given me away?” Willow asked.

“I’m not sure sweetie, and that’s the point. We don’t know. There is no way for us to know if you life would have been better if you had stayed with me. I do know one this though. If you had stayed with me you never would have met Xander, or Buffy. Buffy would most definitely dead, and you might never have met Tara.”

“You have a point,” Willow said. “I understand why you did it. When I found out that I was adopted, I thought that there was something wrong with me. My parents were staying away longer and longer, and I thought maybe I wasn’t lovable.”

“I’m sorry you felt that way. We can’t change the past, but we can look towards the future,” Prue told her. “I love you. I want to get to know you. I want to be in your life, if you’ll let me.”

“Of course I want you to be. It’s why I insisted on us moving here. To get to know you and your family. It’s all I’ve wanted since I found out about you.”

“Then that is what we’ll do,” Prue said, and then pulled Willow into a hug. Willow melted into the embrace, and felt, for the first time since she was three, that she had a loving mother. It was a very calming, comforting feeling.

Buffy and Faith quietly swung for a half a hour before Faith was able to calm down. She knew what she was getting into, when she agreed to talk, but it was incredibly hard for her to tell the older slayer her deepest secrets. It had taken nearly six months in jail shrink to do what Buffy had managed to do in two days, and damn it that just wasn’t cool.

When she had calmed down enough, Faith said, “I think we should head back before Giles starts sending out the troops.”

“Good point. Let’s go,” Buffy said.

Even though Faith was calm again, her mind was still racing. Buffy was giving her the one thing she wanted when she came to Sunnydale. Friendship. She just wanted somebody to care about her again. Not just Buffy either. All of the Scoobies were including her in the gang. They made it very clear at the hotel. ‘Shit,‘ she thought. ‘I shouldn’t have lied to her about the kiss. If she finds out I lied to her she’s gonna be pist. Okay, so I’ll just tell her now, and it won’t be a big deal. She’ll respect me for coming clean, and I might be able to blow it under the rug.’

They were three blocks from the hotel when Faith worked up the courage and hesitantly said, “Buffy.”

Buffy stopped, looked at Faith and said, “Again with my full name. This has to be a record.”

“Yeah probably is,” faith smiled sheepishly.

“What’s up Faith?” Buffy asked, as they started walking again.

“I… a… kinda lied to you earlier,” Faith awkwardly said.

“About what?”

“About the kiss,” Faith said, making Buffy freeze again.

“What about the kiss?” Buffy asked.

“I did kiss ya because I like ya, B,” Faith said.

“Oh,” Buffy said and then started walking again. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch. I was just freaked out, because I’ve never had a girl like me like that before.”

“It’s cool, B. I get it. This is all new for me too. I’ve never actually put myself out there like that. Never been in a real relationship before,” Faith said.

“What about Robin?” Buffy asked.

“That was more of a bet then a relationship. I didn’t have a whole lot of feelings for him. I only agreed to go out with him, because he questioned my skills.”

“Skills?” Buffy asked, and then realized what Faith meant. “Oh those skills. So the first time you put yourself out there, I turn you down in the bitchiest of ways. Great. So not what I want on my conscious.”

The last part made Faith laugh. “Well at least you can say you had a hot ass chick lusting after ya. That’s so gotta be worth some serious points with the guys.”

“Oh yeah. Go up to a guy and say, so I had this hot ass chick who wanted me, wanna go out,” Buffy said, making Faith laugh harder.

“Yeah, he’d probably be like, hell yeah, why don’t you give that hot ass chick a call and we can make it threesome,” Faith said.

“Yeah, and then I’d probably kick him in the nuts, for even suggesting it,” Buffy said.

Buffy was enjoying Faith’s laughter. It was good for her to be happy, because even though see didn’t think she deserved it; she did. Buffy draped her arm over Faith’s shoulders and said, “I’m really sorry I hurt your feeling, but I don’t feel like that towards you. Don’t worry though, we’ll find you somebody for you to love, who will love you back.”

“Yeah I suppose. Hey there’s always Dawn. Pretty sure she had a crush on me when I first came to Sunnydale,” Faith said.

“Yeah I’m sure she’ll like that,” Buffy said, and then stopped walking when she realized who Faith was talking about. “Wait. What? Dawn? As in my little sister Dawn?”

“She ain’t little no more. She’s all woman size now,” Faith said.

“Faith this is my sister were talking about.”

“Yeah I know.”

“We’re having a conversation about you wanting to date my little sister.”

“I never said I wanted to date her. I was just throwing the possibility out there is all.”

“Yeah, to date my sister.”

“Alright. To date your sister.”

“And what if I don’t want to give you my blessing?”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to catch me before I ask her out,” Faith said, and then took off running at full slayer speed, before Buffy had a chance to react.

“Faith,” Buffy yelled. “Faith come back here. Faith,” She yelled as she started to chase the younger woman.

Dawn was lying on her bed reading the book Willow had bought her the day before, when Faith came barreling through the door, and jumped on the bed next to her. Dawn let out a surprised squeal as she was jostled from her comfortable position. She glared at Faith who was looking at her with a small grin on her other wise innocent looking face.

A minute later Buffy came barreling through the closed door, looking a little tired, with her hand over her healing wound, Buffy glared at Faith, then looked at Dawn, and then glared at Faith again. Dawn, who had put her book away, was imitating her sister by looking back and forth between the two women, as she tried to figure out what was going on.

“Hey, B. What took ya so long?” Faith finally asked, very innocently.

Buffy gave her an annoyed looked, and then moved to sit across from Faith on the bed the two of them had shared the night before. Faith noticed Buffy wince as she sat, and then watched as the blonde moved her hand to the healing stab wound on her stomach. Just before the hand covered the spot, Faith noticed a small red spot on the shirt.

“B, you’re bleeding,” Faith said as she stood up, and moved toward Buffy.

“Huh?” Buffy asked, looking down at her stomach. There was a small amount of blood on her shirt where her still healing wound was. She lifted her shirt to inspect it. The edges of the wound where already healed. It was just a small spot in the center of it that was opened. “Must have pulled it opened on our way back.”

“Is it okay?” Faith asked her voice full of concern. Something that did not go un-noticed by Buffy, or Dawn.

“You should ask Tara to heal that,” Dawn said.

“Heal?” Buffy asked confused.

“It’s one of her new powers. It is really cool. All she has to do is put her hand over your wound and then it’s gone,” Dawn said, excitedly.

“That sound wicked useful,” Faith said. “You should ask her to do it. There might have been something bad on the blade.”

“Yeah. I’ll ask her when I see her,” Buffy said, putting her shirt back into place. “Have you seen her Dawn?”

“Yeah. She left a few minutes ago. Didn’t saw why though,” Dawn answered. “We should probably get going. Don’t want to be late to meeting the PTB.”

“Good idea. Let me go clean and bandage this again, and change and them we can go,” Buffy said, as she headed to the bathroom.

“This is kind of surreal,” Paige muttered, from her spot next to Phoebe, but across from Piper and Grams.

“Yeah,” Phoebe said. “Which is weird considering this is becoming a habit.”

“It’s happened twice,” Piper said, throwing some mandrake root into the boiling pot, and then shrugged. “At least we knew about Willow, this time.”

“No, you knew. We didn‘t,” Phoebe corrected, pointing back and forth to her younger sister. “Which reminds me. Grams, is there any particular reason that I don’t remember Prue being pregnant?”

“Well that would be because I cast a spell on you to forget,” Grams replied, nonchalantly.

“Grams. Why would you do that?” Phoebe demanded.

“Don’t Grams me. I did it because you wouldn’t leave Prue alone. You kept asking about the baby. Why wasn’t she there? Why did you give her away? Did she miss the baby? They were never ending, and it was making Prue’s decision harder to cope with.”

“Was I really that bad?” Phoebe asked.

“I’m afraid you were,” Grams said. She noticed the guilty look Phoebe wore, and her instincts to protect kicked in. “It’s alright dear. You didn’t understand, and just wanted some answers. Prue understood, but it didn’t make it easier on her.”

“I get it,” Phoebe said quietly. “It’s alright.”

The kitchen lapsed into quiet, while Piper and Grams continued to brew the un-binding potion. Paige wasn’t comfortable with the sudden mood shift in the room. It let her mind wonder to bad places. The last few days have brought up old insecurities. First with not even knowing she had a niece, though she did feel better after learning that Phoebe didn’t know either, and then when Prue suddenly orbed back into the picture. She wasn’t completely sure where she fit into the family now. It had taken a very long time to get over the feeling that she was just a replacement. Somebody only there to fill the spot Prue left behind, and now those feeling where back again. She didn’t want to feel like this, but it didn’t matter how much she scolded. How much she told herself that she was still their sister. That they wouldn’t forget about her existence. It didn’t work.

She needed to change the subject to something else. To try and forget about the sad feeling she had raging in her chest. “Do you think we should protect the house, for the meeting? I mean we are going to have several highly wanted magical beings here.”

Piper and Phoebe looked at her in surprise. Neither one of them had though about that. “That’s a good idea Paige,” Piper replied. “We can set up the crystals, after Prue and Willow come down from the attic.”

“Speaking of Willow and the attic, if she and her friends say yes, where the hell are you putting them?”

“Well I figured Leo could build a room or two in the basement, and we can clean the attic up a bit and put some beds up there,” Piper said.

“I think that will work,” Phoebe replied. “I’m still surprised you kept the offer on the table after learning about her friend Faith.”

“So am I,” Willow’s voice floated through the room from behind her. Prue and her were standing in the door way. “Most people wouldn’t want somebody with Faith’s history, let alone my own, around themselves, or their children.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not most people. Far from it in fact, and I’ve gathered from what you’ve told me about Faith, is that she just needs a little guidance, somebody to be there for her, and you are family.”

“You’re right about that, but it is still kind of you to offer. One that we will be taking you up on.”

“You got all of your friends to agree to move in,” Paige asked surprised.

“No. Well yes, but Giles has to return to England for awhile and Andrew and the three new slayers who are in our care have decided to return to their parents for the summer. So it’s just going to be me, Tara, Xander, Buffy, Dawn, and Faith.”

“Well that makes it easier to decide where everybody goes,” Piper said, and then looked at Grams. “I think it’s done.”

“I think your right,” Grams said with a fond smile. Piper always had an aptitude for potion making. Even when she hadn’t even realized that she was making one.

“So what does that mean?” Willow asked, more out of nervousness, than actually want to know.

“It means, that once the potion cools off, you can take it,“ Piper said, and then noticed that it was already after one o’clock. “Until then I’ll make us some food. I’m starving.”

Willow caught Phoebe looking intently at her, while Piper whipped up some spaghetti for them. Fearing that her makeup had smeared, she asked, “Is there something on my face? Is my makeup ok?”

“Phoebe looked ashamed at being caught staring. “I’m sorry. It’s just your hair. I don’t see how it can be red.”

Paige snorted, “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

“Why is everybody interested in my hair color?” Willow asked her mother.

Grams spoke up, before Prue had a chance to answer. “Because it’s a fabulous color dear. One you get from me.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot you were a redhead,” Paige said.

“Yeah, but the rest of us have brown hair, and that gene don’t just randomly pop up,” Phoebe countered.

“It does if it was a curse,” Grams replied, making Willow freak out.

“A curse. Somebody put a curse on me,” Willow panicky said.

“No dear your fine,” Grams said. “I asked my mother the very same question when I was younger. She told me that one of our ancestors was curse with red hair. It was a weak curse given to her by a scorned lover. Men. He was under the impression red hair was a bad thing. Idiot. Any way, Grace, I believe was the one, loved her new hair color. When her daughter was born she was ecstatic to see that she had passed the red hair on to her. When her granddaughter was born a brunette, she realized that her dream of her red hair lasting through the generations wouldn’t happen unless she did something. So she placed a curse, similar to the one that that had been placed on her, on our family line. She just altered it a little. If a red head isn’t born into this family at least one time in three generations, then the first born of the every third generation will be a redhead. It was her way of passing something down the line forever. I was a third generation, as are you.”

“That is beyond crazy,” Paige said.

Grams chuckled, “Yes it is, but as rumor goes so was Grace.”

“I think it’s kinda cool,” Willow said.

“I’ll say. I wish she had extended the curse to everybody. I miss my red hair,” Paige whined.

Piper laughed. She had finished the spaghetti, while Grams recounted the story, and was dishing out helpings for everybody.

As they ate Grams told stories about her youthful witch days. Willow was fascinated by her great-grandmother, and was comforted by the family she had around her. Despite wishing Tara was with her, she was having an awesome time.

Prue watched her daughter with awe. She knew in her heart that giving Willow away was the best thing for her, but it hadn’t stopped her from missing her every day of her life. She always saw that beautiful redheaded baby when she closed her eyes. Every redheaded girl she saw made her think of her, and wonder if that was her baby girl. She knew know that Willow had been destined for more then the Charmed legacy. Her destiny far out weight that of their own, more so then she could even realize at that moment. Despite knowing that all, she was beyond happy the have her daughter home again. This time to stay.

Every now and again Prue would look over, and catch Paige staring at her. She thought she saw apprehension written on Paige’s features. Almost like she was afraid of her, or more likely that her return would cast her to the side. She hadn’t had a real chance to speak with her new baby sister, and tell her how happy she was to get the chance to know her. She would have to do that the first chance she got.

After they had finished eating, Grams scooped out enough of the un-binding potion into a cup for Willow to drink. She wanted Willow as calm as possible so she made her sit down.

Willow was still worried about what drinking that will do. Her mind immediately thinking about the worst case scenario. She felt safe with her family though, so she tossed back the silvery blue potion in one gulp, and waited.

Nothing happened.

Willow expected there to be a visible struggle for each magic to take over her body. “Did it work?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Grams replied honestly.

“Well it should have worked,” Piper said. “There isn’t really any way for us to tell. I guess well have to…”

What ever Piper was going to say way cut of when Willow’s hair and eyes turned jet black. Silver and black orbs started flowing around her. Each representing the different magic which resides inside of her. Each fighting for their dominance. None of the sister knew what to do. Their first instinct was to go to Willow, but they were stopped by Grams.

Willow was thrown backwards into the wall behind her, causing her to black out, and send out a physic shock, bringing forth two sets of orbs. A tall set and a much shorter set. Tara orbed in next to Grams, while Wyatt orbed in right next to Willow.

Wyatt didn’t completely understand who the woman was despite being told by his parents, but he felt the uncontrollable need to help her. To fix her. In his young mind there was only one way he could help. To heal her, and that’s what he did.

Warm light flooded from his little hands, covering Willow’s chest. The fighting orbs started to flow together, creating a long grayish looking cord which flowed back into her. The black hair began to recede, replace again by her flaming red. Wyatt dropped his hands when Willow opened her eyes.

Tara, who had been stunned at the sight she had witness, dropped down beside her girlfriend, and helped her up and then looked over her should and asked, “What hell happened?” in a very un-Tara like voice.

Piper sheepishly looked to Grams, before looking back to Tara. “Too much too soon,” She replied. “I’m sorry Willow. I think we should have gradually left the magic out instead of all at once.”

“What happened?” Willow asked.

“Wyatt healed you. Which seemed to have helped your different magic’s to intertwine,” Paige answered, and then whispered to her sister’s, “How did he know what to do?”

“I don’t know. Hopefully this meeting will explain a few thing,“ Piper answered, quietly, and then turned toward her son. “Come here buddy. I bet you scared your daddy by orbing off like that. How about we go call him, and let him know your okay.”

Prue kneeled in front of Willow as her sister took her nephew out of the room and she her if she was alright.

“I feel fine Prue. Really good in fact,” Willow answered.

“That’s great,” Grams said. “That means it worked.”

“Are you r-really alright, Willow?” Tara asked.

“I feel great. I promise. Isn’t almost time for the meeting?”

“Oh yeah,” Phoebe said. “We have to set up the crystals. Come on Willow. We’ll show you how to do that. It’ll be your first lesson.”

A half an hour later the crystals were set up when the door bell rang. Signaling the start of the meeting.

A/N: So I’m not exactly sure how this chapter sounds, so please let me know what you think.

So It might be awhile before the next chapter. As I wrote this chapter I noticed some inconsistencies in this story, which prompted me to go through and re-edit it all. Next chapter the Scoobies finally get their reward so if you have any suggestions. Now is you chance.

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