Sorceress' Scheme

Jenny let out a low whistle. "That is a long story," she commented, glancing at her watch. It was almost one o'clock now.

"Told ya," he shot back. "I warned you. You said you wanted to listen."

"Okay, so let me see if I can recap this," Jenny said, thinking. "Mike headed up to Alaska to escape a birthday party without telling anybody and ended up meeting Fiona and becoming a werewolf. Then Peter, you, and Davy followed and suffered the same fate only you didn't become werewolves, you became other animals."

"Right," Micky said when she paused for a breath.

"Then you all came back here and hung out for a few months, Mike's sister came by, met Peter, revealed she was pregnant, and came down with this werewolf thingy, too. Then Fiona came by again and cured you and Davy but couldn't help the others."

"Yep."

"So then Nicole had a baby and got married to Peter and Fiona went back to Alaska. Bout a year later you got married but divorced a few months later when you found out she was a jerk," Jenny finished. She took another breath of air. "Phew."

"Right," Micky said. "But the weirdness doesn't end there."

"Oh boy. There's more?"

"Oh, yeah," Micky replied

"Ok. Well, tell away."

Peter stared at the woman in front of him, not believing exactly what she had said.

"So let me get this straight," he said. "You say that this prophecy thing is supposed to bring about the destruction of your society by putting a bad name on all sorcerers?"

"Yes," Mari replied. "All of us will be blamed for the decisions of a few wild kids who try kill of the human population."

"And so you think that if you get rid of the kids who are supposed to stop that, it will help...how?"

She laughed. "You really aren't too smart are you?" she asked. "It's simple, really."

Peter looked blank.

"If those two children aren't able to stop the rogues then they'll destroy the human population," she explained. "Then there will be no blame on our society. There will be no further interaction between our worlds."

Peter frowned. "Um, I don't think it works quite that easily," he began.

Mari silenced him with a glare. "I don't need your opinion," she told him. "What I need you for is to bring the boy to me."

"Um...how?"

"I will divulge your location to him," the sorceress explained. "I know he's strong enough to get here. If he does not agree to do as I ask I will simply -" she waved her hand "-do away with you."

"And what is it you ask?"

"For him to join my side. I need you to help me ...persuade him."

Peter frowned as he glared back at her. "I don't think he'll agree," he informed her.

"Oh, well, then, I'd really hate to be in your shoes," she said with a laugh as she dissapeared from view.

"Wow," Jenny commented. "You certainly can't say you guys live a dull life."

"No," Micky replied, yawning. "We'd better get some sleep," he told her. "Want a drink before you turn in?" It was nearly three in the morning.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep," she confessed. I've got to digest this information."

He laughed and then yawned again. "Okay. Well, I'm heading to bed. You have any questions, wait until tomorrow."

She grinned and watched as he headed off back inside the house. Then, staring out at the ocean, Jenny began to think about what he had just told her. And about her own secret.

Morning dawned soon enough. Fiona, who had taken Davy's bed, was the only one up early enough for breakfast. Micky slept until eleven and Jenny, who'd eventually passed out on the couch, slept until noon.

When she finally awoke, Micky was in the kitchen eating lunch and Fiona was next door with Nicole, helping out. She rubbed her eyes as she entered the kitchen, yawning.

"Good afternoon," Micky greeted from the table. She just stuck her tounge out at him. "Not an afternoon person, huh?"

"Not when I don't fall asleep until three thirty in the morning," she replied, helping herself to some orange juice.

He nodded sypathetically. "I didn't get up until an hour ago myself," he confessed. He held out his sandwhich. "Want some? There's ham, salami, liverwurst, turkey, and three kinds of cheese in the fridge."

"'Kay," she agreed, deciding that a salami and cheese sandwhich for breakfast was not the worst thing in the world. "Why so much variety?"

"Well, Davy and Mike like the ham and turkey and American cheese. Sometimes they'll even eat some of the Swiss. The salami, liverwurst, and provolone are for me," Micky explained. He held up his salami, liverwurst, provolone and Swiss cheese sandwhich with mustard on one side and mayo on the other as proof.

Jenny raised an eyebrow of surprise and eyed it strangely, but said nothing. "I've been thinking about what you told me last night," she commented instead while she spread some mustard on her sandwhich.

"Oh?" Micky asked with his mouth half full of sandwhich. He swallowed. "Which part?"

"Well, all of it, I guess," she replied. "And I was thinking that I've got a few things I should tell you. Considering you were so honest."

Micky wasn't sure if he should be excited or worried. "Oh? Like what?"

"Well -," Jenny began. Before she could say another word, however, the phone rang.

"Darn," Micky mumbled. "I'll get that."

"I just don't understand what could have happened," Nicole was saying. "I don't think we should call the police or anything like that. But if they don't get back soon we're gonna have a problem."

"What sort of problem?" Jenny asked. Nicole, Fiona, and the kids had all come over to the Pad, since the little house next door had seemed to small for all for all of them to talk.

"We're supposed to go start our next album in two weeks. Go in the studio and all. We kinda need them for that," Micky explained. "Can't do it all myself," he added with a grin.

"Right," Nicole affirmed. "Plus, people are gonna start wondering."

Micky began to pace. "Any luck on finding 'em?" he asked Thomas, who had just then entered from the kitchen with a glass of juice.

"Not a clue. I didn't even know when they were gone," he replied with a shake of the head. "I hope I'm not loosing it."

"You aren't," Fiona told him from where she sat holding baby Darrin. "I can't sense anything either. I think the enemy this time is a little smarter than that."

"What do you mean?" Micky asked.

"Well they must know Thomas' abilities," Nicole piped up. "So they took steps so that they wouldn't be usefull in this case."

"How would they do that?" Jenny asked.

"There are ways," Fiona explained. "Certain spells... Some locations, certain places, are not possible to be found by telepathy unless you're right on top of them."

"So then we can assume that they're in one of those places?" Nicole asked.

"That would be a safe assumption," Fiona replied. "But you have to be open to other possibilities."

There was silence for a few moments as everyone digested the information.

"So what do we do in the meantime?" Thomas spoke up suddenly.

"Wait," Fiona decided. "If who ever is responsible for this wants their intentions known, they'll tell us what to do."

"Do you think they want something?" Jenny asked.

Fiona looked at her for a long moment before she answered, making Jenny slightly nervous. "They might," she replied finally.

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