Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Charmed characters. I write for my own enjoyment, and for the enjoyment of anyone who chooses to read this.

He watched from the shadows, waiting for the right time to act. He knew he could take her at anytime, but he had to be careful least the others see him. To find one with her power had been like a gift. Once he had her, he could strip it away from her and be free at last from his century's of imprisonment. Soon, he would be released back into the world and be able to seek his vengeance on those who had banished him to the barren wastelands.

Walking down the street, the three sisters were unaware of the fate that was planned for them. There love for each other was about to be tested in a way they could never have imagined.


Else where..


Five demons of lesser power are meeting, thinking they will be able to do what others have failed at, kill the Charmed one's.

"Are we ready?"
"Yes, as soon as they come home, we will attack."
"You all know what to do?"
"Yes, now stop fretting."
"Tell me one more time!"
"We shimmer in, grab the two oldest so they can not use their powers, and you get the youngest, then we kill them and we all get the glory of the kill."
"Just don't forget to cover the oldest eye's too."
"We know what to do!"
"Well then get ready they will be home soon."

With that the 5 disappeared.

As the three game up the walk, he knew he would soon have his chance to get what he needed, passing through the wall's of the manor, he waited for his chance.

"Man, how is it you make a day of shopping seem like work. Little sister." Piper was asking Phoebe.
"Well we can't let Prue go on a camping trip with Morgan unprepared."
"But did I really need battery operated socks?" Prue asked, setting her bags down.
"Well I heard it gets cold at night, camping in the winter, even in California." Phoebe told her, grinning,
"Why don't we have some..." was as far as Piper got, as five demons suddenly appeared around them, two grabbing her arms. Looking around, she could see that each of her sisters had been caught as well, one pulling a dark hood over Prue's head.
"What? Let go of me, you freak!" Phoebe yelled, struggling to get out of the tight embrace.

Not being able to see to use her powers, Prue concentrated, and as her head slumped forward, a red glow appeared behind Pipers two assailants.

"Hey, you forgot about me!" Astral Prue said, surprising all of the demons. Caught off guard, Phoebe took advantage of the distraction, stomping down on his foot and slamming her head back into his face, the demon let out a shout of pain as she made her escape.

Seeing Phoebe start to move, Astral Prue lashed out at the one nearest her, as the two holding her body just stared at her, confusion all over there faces. Caught in the back by The kick, one of the demons holding Piper lost his balance, pulling the others down with him. Pulling her arm free, Piper threw out her hands freezing the room.

'Now is my chance' he thought, moving towards his target. 'They are all looking the other way, and I will have her before they can stop me!' as he reached out grabbing his target, they were gone

As he walked up to the manor door, Morgan thought about how luck he was, not only was he in love with a wonderful woman, she loved him as well. The dark haired mans eye's seemed to glow, and when he was around his love, Prue, they actually did. He had been born a Tracker, a person able to track magic, and as a result when ever he was around it, his eye's shown bright emerald green.

Standing in front of the door, his hand ready to knock, he felt it, the slight jolting sensation that he always had when in the presence of very powerful magic. Instead of knocking, he grabbed the door handle and quietly opened the door, taking in the sight before him. The sisters were each in the grip of demons, Prue closest to him with a dark hood over her head.

Seeing and feeling the magic as she projected behind her middle sister, he turned to the demons holding her body, still not having been noticed by any of the occupants of the room. Waiting for the sisters to make their move, and as they acted, he tackled the ones holding his lady love, taking all three to the floor with him.

As he started to pick himself up, he noticed all the demons frozen in place, compliments of Piper. Then he felt it, someone was using magic, strong magic like he had never felt before. Looking around he spotted it, but he was to late to stop what was happening.

As he reappeared back in the place that had been his 'home' for the last century, he quickly knocked out the woman in his arms, laying her down on his bed. He had almost been caught for at the last moment a man had come to the sisters aid. As he had grabbed her, the man had looked right at him, his eye's bright green, shock evident on his face.

But he had done it, he thought, looking down at her. Soon he would be able to leave here, no longer trapped in this wasteland and he would get out by the blood of the same line that had sentenced him to this endless nothingness.

Here there was no feeling, no life, there was only emptiness. Only the powers of the witch laying before him, and the Warren blood that ran through her could allow his freedom. Brushing the hair back from her face, he leaned over and whispered in her ear "I hope you enjoyed your life, for soon it will end, in pain and blood."

Standing up, he left the cave where he dwelled, going out into the arid waste's to prepare for the ritual that would release him.

Wild magic, that was what had first been noticed. A magic that had not been felt by any of them for longer then they cared to remember. It was a magic that could not be allowed back on to this plane of existence, or both sides would be for ever eliminated. As the shock of it's presence was felt, they all knew what must be done. Casting out their thoughts, the Source and the head Elder agreed to meet, calling off all attacks then and there between them.

Ready to end the fight, they were all surprised when suddenly the demons all vanished. Looking around, the two sisters spotted Morgan standing there, staring at nothing, his eye's flashing brighter then they had ever seen, even when in the presence of all of them casting a spell. They knew the brightness indicated how strong the magic was, but what had caused it?

"Morgan?" they said as they approached. "What's wrong?"
"A man, he took her," he said pointing to the spot where she had been. "But it was a Magic I have never felt before, it was not demonic, it was wild."

"We must work together to stop this." The Elder said to the Source.
"Yes, but how do we stop it from happening?"
"Our two types of magic, working together, should allow someone to enter his plane."
"Who should we send?"
"A mortal must go. Only one with out magic stands any chance of succeeding."
"And who will you send to help?" the Elder asked.
"We will allow the traitor to aid them in this, he is the only one they will trust, and he will have just as much of a desire for this to work as the one we know you will send, their Whitelighter."
"True, none of them will want to lose her. It is agreed then, until this is over, there will be no attack by either of us on the other."
"Agreed, till this is settled."

They both had the same thoughts, If this fails, the will not have anything to worry about anymore anyways.

She awoke to find her self laying on a rough cot, the walls around her carver out of stone. Seeing no one about, she slowly sat up, a wave of dizziness almost throwing her back into the darkness. Holding her head, she sat there, waiting for the world to stop spinning around her. Trying to remember what had happened, she found she could not, the last thing she did remember was being attacked at the manor by demons.

As this thought crossed her mind, she stood up, losing her balance as everything spun around her again, falling onto her hands and knee's on the dirt floor of the cave. Where were her sisters, were they here? What had happened?

Crawling toward the source of light she assumed was the entrance, she slowly looked around at the featureless plain's spread out before her.

"Where the hell am I" she said.

As they appeared in front of the Elders, Cole and Leo looked at each other, surprise on one's face, fear on the other's. Leo had been helping a charge learn a new power when he had felt himself being orbed out, and seeing Cole standing next to him, he suddenly had a very bad feeling about what was going to be said next.

"Why am I here? What is going on?" asked a confused Cole, almost afraid the Elders had decided to vanquish him.
"There has been a grave disturbance in the magical plane's that must not be allowed to continue. You two have been chosen to work together to help end it."
"What kind of 'disturbance'?" Leo asked them.
"An intrusion of wild magic. If it is not stopped before it can gain full access, it will destroy the magic of this plane, and all who use it."
"How can we stop it?"
"You can not, but with your combined powers you will be able to send someone who can to the other plane. Only a mortal without magic stands a chance of beating him."
"How does a mortal defeat this being?" Cole asked, an idea forming about who to send.
"That we are not sure of, however, we must tell you he has one of the Charmed one's and intends to use her to escape." holding up his hand to silence them, he continued. "While she is there her powers will not work. You must make sure she does not die or he will be free to enter our plane."

"Who?" they both practically shouted.

As her world finally stopped spinning, she looked out, seeing the almost colorless landscape, everything was in shades of gray, black and white. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as she realized that she was alone here, her sisters were nowhere in sight. A plan started forming in her mind

Turning back into the cave, she found a contained of clear liquid, and after checking, found it was plain water. Filling what looked like a wine skin, she continued to search, until she had all she might need, some food and a long knife.

Leaving the cave, she headed for a distant mountain, hoping that when she got there, she would find a way to escape this place, where ever it might be.

As they stood there, trying to figure out what had just happened, the two sister's saw the familiar soft blue light as Leo appeared, and, much to there surprise, Cole was right next to him.

"Leo he took..."
"We know, there is no time for explanations, Morgan, come with us." he said, and as the other two men each held his arms, all three disappeared.
"Leo!" they both yelled at the abrupt departure.
"This is not good," she said, looking at her sister.

He returned to the cave and found it empty. 'so it's to be a chase' he thought, the idea causing a thrill of anticipation to run through him. He had not had a good hunt in over 100 years, all the other prisoner in this place had already been killed.

Gathering what he would need once he found her, he started out, following the tracks she had left in the gray sand. 'This is going to be to easy', he thought, but then he would be free and the hunting would be better, after all, he would have a whole world to play in again.

He was in no rush to catch up to her, he knew that she had no powers here, making it easier for him, but he decided to see just how resourceful the witch could be. An hour later, he found out. Climbing over a rise, he found himself falling, She had set a trip wire across her trail, smiling inspite of his bruises, he thought 'So, she wants to play.'

Picking up his pace, he soon saw her, heading for the mountain, not far ahead. Staying out of sight, he soon managed to get ahead of her, laying his own trap, one she could not help but cross. Now for the hard part, waiting.

"Where are we?" Morgan asked, as the three men appeared in a small clearing.
"This is a junction, where two plane's meet." Leo told him, moving to one side. "By combining our powers, Cole and I can send you to where she is, but we can not go ourselves. What ever you have with you will be able to cross with you, but remember where you enter, because that is the only way out."
Not giving him any time, the Whitelighter and the demon raised their hands and started chanting a spell. As they chanted, Morgan could feel the magic building, as more and more power from outside sources joined the two. Not being able to use magic, he could feel it, and his eye's were glowing bright enough to be almost white.

Then, with a final word, his world started spinning, sight and sound were lost, and he was flung into a rift between the dimensions.

Slowly standing back up, he found himself standing on a bluff. 'Now what?' he thought, trying to get his bearings. There to his left, he felt it, the wild magic he had felt before. He headed out in that direction, not really sure what he was supposed to do, but knowing he had to do what ever it took to stop him.

As she entered a shallow canyon, she hoped her sisters were working on a way to get her home. There were no sounds here and she was starting to get jumpy, imagining all sorts of thing. Ever since she had woken up, she felt like there was something missing, but she could not quite place what it was.

Walking along, lost in thought almost cost her her life. As her foot hit a small pile of sand, a lever triggered a rockslide, pouring down from the top of the canyon. Instinctively, she tried to use her powers and was shocked when nothing happened. For a split second, she just stood there, staring at her hands, then, turning, she started running as fast as she could, trying to get away from the deadly fall. She almost made it.

A sharp pain in her shoulder drove her to the ground, and she curled into a ball as the rocks came crashing down around her.

He stood there, looking down into the dust filled canyon, cursing himself for not being more careful. He had not meant to have so much fall, and now, he may have killed the witch before it was time. As soon as the dust settled, he would have to go down there and check, knowing that if she was dead, all his plans for escape were ruined.

Walking back the way he had come, he carefully made his way down the side of the cliff, at the opposite end of the canyon from where he had last seen her. Picking his way slowly through the fallen rocks, he could not see the spot where she had last been standing, but as he approached the other end of the canyon, he caught a slight flash of color out of the corner of his eye.


Morgan did not know how long he had been walking, time seemed different some how, and his watch had broken when he had slipped on some lose gravel, striking it on a rock. He did know he was getting closer to his quarry, he could sense the magic getting stronger. Just then, he heard the sounds of a large landslide, the rumbling not far away, and the source of the magic was not far away from it.

Sprinting forward, he soon came to a cliff, cut through by a canyon, the dust just starting to settle. Peering into it, he could see the man who had taken her, making his way towards him, searching the fall. Looking around, he spotted what looked like a arm, sticking out from among the debris, he had found her.

Acting on instinct, Morgan charged, tackling the man and sending them both tumbling over the rocky ground. As they both started to get up, Morgan ducked a swing from the other, throwing one of his own, catching him in the stomach. Pushing him back, the man glared at him, anger blazing in his eye's.
"A mortal! What are you doing here!" he screamed, felling his plans crumbled further.

"Stopping you, and getting back what you stole!" Morgan told him, moving to stand between the unconscious woman and the man before him.

"How did you get here!"
"Does it matter? I am here and this ends now."

Advancing on him, Morgan tried to find something to use besides his fists, but the only thing he could find were rocks. 'I would have to do this the old fashion way" he thought, sending a high kick at his opponents head. The fight was on.

Phoebe paced around the kitchen, stopping at the table again to take another look at the BOS, but still, she could not find a spell that would help. Where ever he had taken her sister, it was not on this world. She wished that Cole or Leo would return and explain what was going on, it had been almost an hour since they had disappeared with Morgan.

Even as she thought this, the familiar blue glow appeared beside her, as Leo orbed in.

"Thank god," she cried, throwing her arms around her brother-in-law. "What is going on!?"
Hugging her tightly, Leo looked around the kitchen, "Where's your sister?" he asked, You should both hear this."
"She's in the living room," he could hear the worry in her voice, knowing he was going to be adding to it soon. Walking into the other room, he could see the concern on her face, it was echoed on his own. As he walked over to her, she looked up, hoping for some kind of answer. Hugging her as well, he started to tell them what he knew.

As the two men fought, neither wanting to lose the 'prize'. Morgan slowly drew the upper hand, though not without receiving as much as he had given. He was starting to lose the sight in his right eye as the swelling from a round house punch he had received, and his kidneys were screaming in agony. Delivering a jab to his opponents midsection, he was about to give him another when the man suddenly backed off.
"This isn't over yet, Mortal! I will have her!" and he staggered off.

Torn between wanting to finish him off and helping the woman behind him, his concern for her safety finally won out. Staggering slightly, he made his way over to the pile off rocks where he had seen her arm and started moving them away.

The sight that greeted him as he uncovered her, made his stomach churn. Blood covered her face from numerous cuts, including a fairly deep one over her eye. Bruises had already started appearing on her exposed skin, turning ugly shades of black and blue, and her right shoulder looked like it was dislocated. Trying not to move her, he cleared the rocks off the rest of her.

"The 'thing' that has her is called a Wildling. It is a creature, banished to another plane of existence."
"But why did he take her?" Phoebe asked.
"If he can kill her in a ritual combat, he will be freed from his imprisonment,"
"She wont give him that, she will see what he's up to."
"But it doesn’t matter if she does or not, only that HE follows the rights."
"And if he should succeed?"
"All magic on our world will cease to exist, including all magic users."


"We have to do something! Help her somehow!" Phoebe said looking at her sister.
"You can't, Morgan is the only one who can help her." Leo said, knowing exactly how she felt.
"Why Morgan? What can he do against magic?" her sister asked.
"I'm not sure, the Elders told us that only a mortal could stop him. I just hope her can get to her in time." Leo told her, hoping, for all their sakes that he could.


'A mortal! how did this happen!' he thought to himself, pacing around the cave. 'After getting this close to finally being free from this cursed place, the ONE thing that could stop him just had to show up. He had though of everything, finding a way to get the witch, without having to deal with her sisters, facing the power of Three, he had taken the one who should have been the easiest to defeat.'

His pacing stopped suddenly when a plan started forming. He could still win, all he had to do was to get her into the ritual circle, and he would be free. Going outside, he gathered up the stone's that formed the circle, and headed back to where he had left them.

All he needed to do, was to watch, and as soon as he knew witch way they were headed, he could set the circle before them. She would be his means of escape, and the mortal could not interfere once it had started. Grinning, he knew she could not win, in all the time he had been here, no one had beaten him. his training as a duellist had been to complete.

Holding the stone's, he checked to make sure the weapons he needed were still in there case, safe from harm.

Reaching out a trembling hand, he was relieved to feel she still had a pulse. Using a piece of his shirt, he started to clean some of the blood off of her pale face, waiting for some sign that she would awaken. The fight had taken a lot out of him, and until she was awake, he did not dare to move her, for fear of causing any more injury's.

Time seemed to move differently here, the normally pale skin on her arms and shoulders, a dull red beneath the layer of dirt covering her body, suggesting she had been here for hour She had only been gone for a few minutes when Leo and Cole had taken him, sending him here to save her, he just wished he knew how he could defeat this man.

Looking around, he found some branches, fallen from above, that he set up over her and placed his placed his long, light weight jacket over it. It was only them he remembered he still carried his sword. Not that a Mitchellene's blunted weapon would do much harm. He only used it to disable, not kill, but it was still better then nothing.

A faint stirring beside him brought his attention back to her.

The waiting was the hardest. Phoebe had gone to look in the book again, and she had to admire her spunk. Her little sister did not know the meaning of the word quit. She herself felt useless, not being able to help, not knowing what was happening to her.

Cole was still waiting where they had cast the spell to send Morgan to the other plane, and Leo had gone to the Elders, trying to find out anything else they might know. She was feeling guilty too. If she had been paying more attention, if she had been faster.

The "If only's were starting to bear down on her and she was starting to feel like she would explode. She had to do 'something' to help, but she didn't know what. With a deep sigh, she went to check on her sister.

"Shh, don't move." he told her, laying a gentle hand on her face.
"Morgan?" she said in a low voice, surprised to hear him.
"Yes I'm here. I'm real."
"How?" she asked, trying to move and letting out a gasp as pain flared in her bruised body.
"Easy, let me check you out first. Can you tell where you hurt?"
"Everywhere, but mostly my shoulder, and my head."
"You probably have a concussion, and it looks like you dislocated your shoulder, if you can stand it, I will try to set it?"
"Do I have a choice?" she asked, knowing the answer already.
"This is going to hurt, a lot! Are you ready?"
"No, but just do it." she said, gritting her teeth as a fresh wave of pain flared up as she tried once again to move.
Hating himself for the pain he was about to give her, he took a hold of her arm, setting himself to the task.
"Ok, on three."
"I've heard that one before." she said, laughing a bit in-spite of everything.
"One..." and he gave a yank. feeling the arm pop back into position, she let out a scream of pain, passing out once again.

Rushing from the attic, the sister dashed down the hall in respond to a scream of agony coming from the living-room.

As she passed out yet again, Morgan quickly set about cleaning the rest of her injuries as best he could, stopping to check the surround area for the other every few minutes. He could still feel him, thought it did not seem to be close at the time.

Finished, he gently lay his hand on her brow, noticing that she seemed to be developing a fever as well. He had to get he out of here, and soon. Taping her face, he tried to wake her, getting only a faint grown. Sighing, he picked up the unconscious Halliwell and started walking towards the bluff where he had first entered this forsaken plane.

Trudging along, he could feel the presence of the other closer then he liked, but each time he looked in the direction the sensation came from, he could not see him. As much as he wanted to go after him, he would not leave the woman in his arm's. She was his first, and only concern at the moment.
He had been walking for half an hour when he felt her staring to stir in his arms, mumbling words he could not quiet hear. Stopping, he gently laid her on a spot of softer sand, holding his hand to her face, so she would feel his presence.

He was concerned, for the sun was starting to set, and the temperature had started to fall, and, taking a last look at her, he started gathering what meagre wood he could find. It was going to be a long night.

He had watched from a distance as the mortal man tended to the injured witch, his tenderness towards her showing that the two knew each other. This could only mean the magic forces from their world had sent him, in a vain attempt to stop the Wildling's plan.

Following the two as the man had carried the witch, a plan to stop him started to form in his head. If he was to escape from this prison and take his rightful place as a god on there world, he would have to separate the witch from her protector.

His plan had been jeopardized enough, and he would take no more chances. When they stopped for the night, he headed off in the direction they had been travelling to set up the ritual circle, knowing once she was in it, nothing could interfere. He had not wanted to fight her in this condition, knowing she would be to easy to defeat, but he would not let her escape either.

Having completed the task, he set about laying a trap for the mortal, digging a pit across the trail he was following. Soon, they would come to him, he had waited this long for her, he could wait a few hours more. Finished, he moved back up to the top of the bluff, returning to the spot he had last seen them, to watch for them to start off again.

The small fire he had built cast a feeble heat against the night chill. Holding her close, sharing what body heat he could, Morgan watched her as she battled some kind of internal demons, trying to keep her from tossing around to much. He had found a trickle of water and thankfully, it seemed to be drinkable, allowing him to wet their parched throats and mop her fevered brow.

Not knowing what else to do, he started telling her stories he had heard as a child, and as he spoke, she seemed to calm a little. smiling gently down at her, he talked long into the unknown night, rocking her in his arms each time the restlessness returned.

When daylight finally returned, he was surprised to find that he was not tired. Laying his hand on her forehead, he was rewarded by feeling that her fever had diminished, yet concerned that she was still not awake.

"Time to open your eye's," he told her silent form. "We need to get you home where you belong." The only respond he received was a faint groan, as she tried to brush his hand away with her right hand, then she groaned louder as the shoulder sent pain flaring through her nerves.

Cursing his stupidity, he realized her should have bound her arm, knowing she needed to keep it still. Sacrificing the rest of his shirt, he slowly sat her up and hade an impromptu binding, He just hoped when her got her back to their reality, that her injuries would not stop them from doing what needed to be done.

Slowly, she opened her eye's, trying to make out her surrounding. She could not focus in on anything, as her vision seemed to blur and twist, causing her stomach to rebel. As she was sick, a voice she could not quiet make out, spoke soothingly to her, and gentle hands held her, brushing the hair back from her face.
The only senses she could seem to rely on, was the one's that let her know she was in pain, mostly dull aches, except for her head and arm, for the practical screamed at her, letting her know she was still very much awake, yet making her wish she was not.

The voices slowly died away, as consciousness fades once again.

He was on the move again, having decided to await the two at their destination, ready to end his banishment and seek his revenge on both the Source and the Elders, The only thing stopping him was a mortal, the protector of his target. He had waited this long, he could wait a little longer for them to appear here.

Setting down the weapon case he carried, he slowly and with great reverence, withdrew two swords of equal quality and style. Each had magical rune's engraved along the blade, telling how each must be used to defeat there opponent. Studding them again, he recited from memory the proper order of blows needed to kill with them. Finished, he sat down in the circle and waited, it would not be long now.

"Enough." she finally said weakly, her eye's fluttering open again, her vision clearer this time. Looking at the person tapping her cheek, and for some reason she did not think it was the same one she had felt before. Groaning, she was once again sick, as his hands held her body still. She was confused, her body felt strange, like she had done this before, yet not.
"How long," She managed to whisper, settling back into his warm embrace.
"I'm not really sure," Morgan told her, "time seems to move differently here, you were gone barley a couple of minutes when I came after you, yet you seemed to have been here long enough to get a sun burn."
"Let's go home," she said, slowly climbing to her feet with his help
Pulling her up, the smile in his green eye's was answered by the one in her blue eye's.

As the sisters rushed into the living room, the scream cut of, leaving them in silence. Moving to the coach, Phoebe placed her hand on the restless figure laying there, while her sister gently held them, speaking quietly, hoping to receive some kind of respond.

She saw a flash of blue, just before sickness overwhelmed the figure in her sisters arm, Phoebe brushed the hair lovingly, wishing for some way to end this nightmare.

As they started walking, Morgan put his arm around her, as she was still not very steady on her feet, and held her close, he was not going to take an chances now that he had found her.

"Do you know what is going on?" Morgan asked her after a few minutes.
"No, yet at the same time, I feel as though I should, like something is tickling at the back of my mind." she told him. "It's almost like a half forgotten conversation." Her face thoughtful, she tried to pull the memory up, but it just would not come.
"Have you seen anyone else here? Besides the one who brought you here?"
"No, and to tell you the truth, I'm not even sure where here is. I can't remember how I got here."
"What is the last thing you remember?" Morgan asked.
"Walking into the manor and being jumped by some demons. Did they do this?" the confusion she was feeling was evident in her voice.
"You don't remember being taken here? " Morgan asked, a nagging suspicion starting to form in the back of his mind. 'She might not know that she's..' but his thoughts were interrupted when she stumbled, pulling him to the ground with her.
He had been watching them, bored with the waiting, and had heard everything the two had said, A smile played across his face as he to realized she did not know the truth, she would not realize why she was here, and even when he told her, she would not believe it.

Standing up, he headed back for the circle, more eager then ever to face her, it would be so much easier for him, she would not know how to use the power she was able to here. All he had to do, was make sure the mortal did not get a hold of the other sword, and he would be free.

The first thing he would have to do after he defeated her would be to kill him, and then he would take care of the rest of her 'family'. And they would never see it coming.

Groaning, she could feel awareness returning, but she kept her eye's closed. Her body ached, and she could here voices in the background. Trying to open her eye's, her world started spinning again, as a two scenes seemed to interpose themselves, one showing a colorless arid landscape, and the other the living room at the manor.

'What is going on?' she thought, bringing her hand up to cover her eye's blocking out the nauseating sight. She tried to remember what had happened, why she felt like she had lost a fight with a semi truck. She hurt in places she didn't know she could.
"Prue?" she heard a voice call, know she should recognize it, yet the pounding in her head making it hard to think.
"Yes." it was barely a whisper, yet as she said it, she felt loving arms surround her, causing her already queasy stomach to rebel. A bucket was quickly placed in front of her, and soothing hands rubbed her back as she lost what little control she had. Laying back, someone placed a cool cloth on her forehead, as someone took her hand, letting her know she was not alone.
"Prue, can you hear me?" a voice asked her. She knew that voice, but her mind refused to give her an answer as to who.
"Yes, what, where," she managed to get out.
"Your safe honey, we were attacked by demons and you have been out of it ever since. Do you remember what happened?"
"No, hard to think, hurts." she whispered, as darkness closed on her mind once more.

"Prue, wake up. Come on, you need to get up." Morgan said, shaking her slightly.
"Morgan? What happened?"
"I don't know, we were walking along and then you just kinda fell."
"I thought I heard Piper talking to me. But I'm not sure what she was saying."
"Don't pu..., it will come back." he told her. He knew now the connection still existed, he had been afraid to push her to find out. He knew that if it was broken, she would die from the backlash.
"Do you think you can go on?"
"Just give me a minute to get my bearings, and then let's get home." she told him.

'What was taking then so long?' the Wildling though, looking up at the path the 'sun' of this place had made, they should have made it here by now. Reaching out with his magic, he found them, not moving, less then a half hours walk away.


Sighing, he looked behind him at the bluff he knew they were heading for. the only way to get there would be through him. His patients was starting to wear thin, how much longer would he have to wait!


"I'm worried about her." Piper said to her baby sister. "We have know idea what is going on there, and no way to tell them what we know."

Looking at the restless figure on the couch, Phoebe felt the same way. She felt so helpless, not knowing what was happening, yet seeing the result of it. There had to be something they could do. Suddenly she remembered the books her sister had been reading, and running up to her room, she grabbed two, hoping they would be able to help.

Thrusting one out to Piper, she sat on the floor beside the couch, staying as close to her as she could, looking for an answer. Her older sister joined her, taking one of Prue's hands in hers.

A soft blue glow announced to the sisters that Leo had finally returned, and they both hoped he was brining them good news. That hope was dashed as they saw the look on his face, and the slump of his shoulders. Walking over to them, he gave them each a hug and then laid a hand on Prue's still form.

"It took a lot of digging," he said, turning to look at them, "but we think we know what the Wildling's plan is."
"What?" Piper asked, afraid to hear the answer, but knowing it might be the only way they could help their sister.
"He has been banished to an Astral realm, and the only way he will ever be able to escape, is through an Astral body."
"So that's why he took her?" Phoebe asked, half listing to him, and half looking in the book she had gotten from Prue's room.
"Yes, he needs the astral form of a powerful witch, and if he can kill her, he will also kill the real body, allowing him to take it over. There is a catch to his plan, he must do it in a ritual duel."
"So how do we stop it?" Piper asked.
"We don't, only Prue's astral self can do that."
"How?"
"The duel itself is fairly straight forward, he must cut a pentagram on her body and then drive his sword through the middle of it, but it will only work if she wields the other sword against him."
"So if she doesn't fight back, he will not escape?"
"That's right, but he can still kill her. The only way to kill him, is if a mortal's hand is the first to touch the sword."
"So how do we let 'them' know?" Piper asked.
"I think I know." Phoebe said, looking up from the book she was reading.

"I think before we go any farther, I had better fill you in on what you have forgotten." Morgan told Prue.
"Please, the not knowing is really starting to get to me." she said, leaning back against him.
"Well, first, you are not really you."
"Come again?" Prue said, more confused then ever.
"You are not the real Prue, you are her astral body. This 'person' brought you here after the demons attacked you at the manor. The only other thing I know, is that I was the only one who could come here after you. Oh, and you'll like this bit, I was sent by the Elders and the Source."
"Both! Is it that serious?"
"Yes, if he escape's he will destroy all magic on our world."
"So how does he get out, and why do I have a feeling I don't want to hear the answer?"
"They didn't tell me, and honestly, I don't think they know."

As he held her, he suddenly felt her body slump against him, concerned, he looked at her face, and saw that she appeared to be caught in a dream. But what was causing her to act this way? she had passed out several time's and it was starting to worry him.


"What did you find?" Piper asked, going over to her baby sister.
"It says here, that there is a mental connection between the real and the astral body's. Maybe we can use that to let them know what is going on."
"I think it's worth a try, but how do we get her to wake up?"
"I saw a spell in the BOS that could work." Phoebe said, going to the table were they had left it. Flipping quickly through the old book, she soon found what she was looking for. scanning the spell, she knew she would have to modify it a bit, but it would work for their purpose. Sitting down she soon had what they needed.
"This 'should' help," she said, showing it to her sister. Moving to the couch, they each stood at an end and recited the spell.


Open up, mind and space
Let one mind become two
Across time and place.


At first, nothing seemed to happen, then slowly she started to stir. Rushing to her side, the youngest Halliwell's waited for the oldest to open her eye's. after what seemed an eternity, she opened them briefly.
"Pipe, Pheebs?" she said softly. "What is happening to me?"

Quickly they filled her in on what they knew, hoping the spell was working. When they were done, they waited while Prue tried to connect to her other self.


"I worked," she whispered, her voice still filled with pain, she now new what had happened to make her feel this way. "Morgan is with me, and we are headed back for the spot he came in."


It had been a weird experience, talking to herself like that, but know she and Morgan knew what they could do. She also knew why she did not hurt as much as she should, most of her pain had been transferred to her real body.

Walking towards their goal, neither one noticed the ground in front of them until it was to late. As they crossed a bare spot of ground, she suddenly noticed Morgan falling as she herself was propelled forward by an unseen force, catching them both by surprise.

"Prue!" he shouted, as he felt magic flare around him.

His plan had worked, the mortal had fallen into the pit and he was able to propel the witch into the circle with him. Casting the spell he had ready, he raised a magical barrier around them. As she stood there glaring at him, he raised the sword he held in salute.

"Welcome," he said to her, "Ready to die?"

At the manor, Prue suddenly stiffened, a look of panic on her face, as she saw what was about to happen to her astral body.


"We have a big problem," she said
"What?" Piper asked, "What's happening?"
"He has my astral body." she told them, her head turning side to side as though looking for something.
"What ever you do, you CAN NOT pick up the other sword." Leo said, almost shouting at her.
"I know that! But bare hand are not going to do me much good here." as the others looked at her, felling helpless, she threw up her arms as to ward off something. Letting out a cry of pain, they could all see the bright red blood that started running down her arms.
"LEO." the sisters screamed at once, rushing to catch her as she started to collapse, cradling her arms to her stomach. Reaching out, he called on his healing power's, but even though the glow covered her wounds, they didn't heal.
"Oh my god, now what are we supposed to do!" Piper cried, if Leo could not heal her, what would happen to her.

He landed hard, the breath driven from his lungs, Morgan lay there trying to draw in air. What had happened, where was Prue? Looking up, he found himself in a ten foot deep pit, with no apparent way out. Struggling to his feet, he searched the pockets of his coat, knowing he had to have something to help him. He had to get out, not only to stop the Wildling, but also to save the woman he loved.

Not finding any thing, he drew out his blunted sword and started digging at the sides of the pit, making hand and foot hold, while above him, he could hear the sounds of a fight. One Prue sounded like she was losing.

He slowly advanced on her, the point of his weapon making slow circles in the air. "Pick up your sword, little witch, " he said, "I know you want to."
"No!" she told him, her voice holding just a hint of fear. "If I do, you will win. I know what you need to do to get out of here, and I will not let that happen!"
"Pick it up!" he shouted, all his patients gone, now was his time for freedom and he was not going to let some poor excuse for a witch beat him. Lunging forward, he brought the edge of his weapon down, cutting gashes across both her forearms.
"Are you going to pick it up now, or do I have to take you apart a little at a time!" the Wildling taunted her, swinging his blade back and forth before her, Looking around, she tried to find something, anything, she could use against him. The only thing she saw, besides the sword, was a few rocks and one small branch behind him

As she continued to back away from him, she started edging to the side, hoping she would be able to avoid the gleaming sword he held. As she started to move towards the branch, he once again brought it swinging down. At first, she thought he had missed, then she felt a burning sensation flare across her back.


"That's one line." he said, his voice sounding cheerful. "only four more to go. Why don't you pick it up, you know you want to."
"No." she said more to herself them him, she moved farther away from the waiting sword.

Piper and Phoebe sat there helplessly, as cuts and bruises appeared on Prue's body. For some reason, Leo was unable to heal her and so all they could do was to try and bandage them as best they could. Prue herself was no longer aware of what was happening, her mind surrendering to the blackness of unconsciousness after the second cut had appeared on her back.

Not knowing what else to do, Phoebe sat there turning the pages of the BOS, not really looking, when the title on a page caught her eye. Reading down through it, a glimmer of hope appeared in her mind.

Morgan had finally reached the edge of the pit, and the sight he was greeted with, almost caused him to fall back in. The Wildling stood there over an unmoving Prue, his sword red with her blood, cutting another long slash across her back.

Climbing the rest of the way out, he reached down and, grabbing his weapon, charged at the circle where they were. He was brought up short when he crashed into an invisible barrier. Crying out in fury, he started punching and kicking at it as he watched the last cut being made.

"To late mortal,' he said, placing the tip of his sword in the center of her back, starting to press down, Morgan could only watch helplessly as the blade started to pierce her skin.
"PRUE!" he screamed, pounding on the barrier, that prevented him from entering.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"


"Piper, look at this." Phoebe said, excitement raising her voice.
"What?" Piper responded, not taking her eye's off her older sister, afraid if she did that when she looked back, she would be gone. She wanted nothing more then to be able to go help her, to stop what was being done to her.
"Look! I think this might be able to help her." Phoebe said, thrusting the book in front of her. The page was open to a spell on channelling powers. "Maybe this will work."
"I don't know Pheebs..."
"It's better then nothing, we have to try!" even as she said this she caught sight of another slash appearing on Prue's back, one more an the pentagram would be complete. "It's worth a try."
"Your right." Piper said ,"but lets get Leo here to, she can use all the help we can give her." Yelling for her husband, she headed into the kitchen to gather the things they would need to cast the spell, leaving Phoebe to tend to Prue. As Leo orbed down in front of her, she just fell into his arms, seeking comfort.
"We have to believe in them." he told her, stroking her hair. "You know Morgan is doing everything in his power to help her."
"But what if he's dead. This is going to kill her if we don't stop it."
"Piper!" Phoebe yelled from the living room, "Hurry up."
"Come on honey, let’s go see about helping your sister."

Walking back into the living room, Leo was shocked at Prue's condition, her injuries were appearing so quickly, it was no wonder the sisters were scared, Leo walked over and reached out his hand, trying to get through whatever was blocking him from using his powers to heal her, but once again, nothing happened.
Frustrated, he joined the youngest two sisters. Placing six candles around the couch, lighting each one, Phoebe stood at the head of the couch, while Piper and Leo each stood on a side. Joining hands they all started chanting.


Powers that are needed most,
Fly away and find this host.
Grant the aid that they need
Send it now with great speed


A small wind storm evolved in the center of the three, spinning faster and faster as they repeated the spell, until it suddenly vanished, leaving them waiting once again, hoping it had worked.

Looking down, they all saw the pentagram was complete, and as they watched, a point of blood started forming in the center.


Morgan stood there, tears running down his face, as he watched the Wildling, knowing there was nothing he could do. As he stood there, a sudden wind storm sprang up around them, and Morgan pounded on the barrier, not wanting to see what was happening, but knowing he could not look away.

The wind spun faster and faster, kicking up sand and causing both of them to cover their eye's against the flying particles. Then as suddenly as it started, it just stopped. Swinging out at the barrier once again, Morgan was shocked when it shattered, dissolving into nothingness.

"No!" the Wildling shouted, as he saw his death staring at him with hate filled green eye's. "You will not stop me!" He raised his sword, prepared to drive it home, when he was flung back by an invisible force, falling back a few feet. "What did you do! You have no powers!"
"No," A weak voice answered from the ground, "but I do." her face was pale white, drained of all color from the small effort, but it bought Morgan the time he needed. Diving forward, he grabbed the sword that was laying on the ground.
Holding it out before him, he knelt next to Prue, laying a gentle hand on her face. "How are you doing?" he asked, not taking his eye's of the Wildling.
"Not so good, I just want to go home." she managed to whisper before she passed out. Standing, he turned his full attention to the one who had done this to the woman he loved.
"Now lets see how you do against a real opponent." the menace in his voice caused the Wildling to take a step back, fear showing on his face.
Advancing on him, Morgan started to attack, paring all of the blows aimed against him, dealing out hit after hit on his enemy. All his rage was aimed at one goal, to destroy the Wildling, and return Prue to their own realm, before she died from her injury's.
With one final thrust, he ran his blade through the body of his enemy, who stood there, staring dumbly down at the sword sticking out of his chest. Slowly, his body started to disintegrate, turning to dust, as the weapon he was holding fell to the ground.
"No. I was so close." he said, just before he collapsed, just a pile of clothing remaining where he had been.
Going over to her, he removed his coat and carefully wrapped it around her, trying not to touch any of the wounds on her body, crying at the sight of them. Picking her up gently, he once again headed for the portal that would take them home.

Cole was sitting on the ground, worried about Phoebe and her sisters, knowing there was nothing he could do but wait for Morgan to return, hopefully with Prue's astral body. He was still trying to figure out how this worked, never having heard of a time when that could happen. He was startled out of his thoughts when Morgan appeared in front of him, a still figure held tenderly in his arms.

"We need to get back to the manor, now!" Morgan said to the demon, "Can you shimmer us all?"
"Is she.."
"Not yet, but if we don't rejoin her two halves she will be."

Standing behind Morgan, Cole thought of the manor and the three of them vanished, leaving the clearing empty.


"We're to late!" Phoebe cried, staring at the blood forming in the middle of the pentagram.
"No, what ever you did worked," Morgan's voice came from behind them, causing all three in the living room to jump, turning to look at him.
"We have to get her astral body back with her real body, can you wake her up?" he asked, looking at the twin sight of what he carried. He carefully laid her on the floor, after Phoebe placed some large throw pillows down.
"I will try." Leo said, bending down over her body, calling her name and taping her face.
"No more," came the faintest of whispers, "make it stop."
"Prue, listen to me, your safe, its over." Leo told her, beckoning for Morgan to come closer.
Kneeling next to her, he placed a kiss on her forehead, "Yes, it's over, he will never hurt you again."
"Morgan? What happened?"
"I killed him. But now we need you to do one more thing, release your astral body, then Leo should be able to heal you."
"I can't" she said, panic in her voice. "I can't feel the connection anymore."


Stunned, they all just looked at each other.

"What are we going to do?" Piper asked, looking at Leo.
"Um...Ah.... I need to talk to them." he said pointing up, he orbed out.
"Morgan, I'm scared," Prue told him, her voice fading as all that had happened caught up with her, and she fell into a restless sleep.
"Me too." he said to himself, as he sat there beside her.

Looking down at her quiet form, Morgan could not help but remember how they had first meet, and how he had instantly fallen for her. Their relationship had not always been smooth, what with him living on one coast and her the other. He knew that when this was over, they would need to decide on a few things, he just hoped they would get the chance.

"Morgan?"
"Huh.. what?" he said, suddenly realizing that Phoebe had been talking to him.
"Are you ok? Can I get you anything?" she asked him again.
"No, not right now." he replied, never taking his eye's off Prue.

Phoebe sighed, knowing how he felt. She had thought that when they defeated the Wildling, that this nightmare would be over. Now, it looked like even though they had won, they would still lose her big sister. Turning away, she sought comfort in Cole's arms.


Leo orbed back in, looking somewhat relieved.

"What did they say?" Morgan said as soon as he had solidified.
"I have good news and bad." he told them. "Good news is, the connection is still there, but it is very weak. Problem is, They don't know how to fix it anymore then we do.

Piper had been sitting there, trying to understand it all, when an idea started to form in her mind. Looking at the two Prue's laying there, she realized what they had not done. "I have an idea." she told then. "They need to touch."
"Touch?" the others said, confused.
"Yes, the connection has been stretched for so long, she cant feel it, right? If she touches her astral form, it should re-trigger it." Now that she had told them, Piper was not as sure, what if she was wrong and nothing happened. What if it backfired?
"That just might work." Leo said, surprised that the Elders had not thought of it. "We should take them upstairs to her room first, Put them both on her bed. Phoebe, can you find the spell you used to boost your powers?"
"It will help her find the connection, I hope." As gently as they could, Leo picked up Astral Prue, while Morgan took her body. Arriving in her room, they laid them down side by side, placing there hands together.
Standing back, Morgan let the four magical people join hands, as Phoebe started repeating the spell. As the others joined in, all he could do was watch, and wait.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, then, so slowly he wasn't sure he was seeing it, a faint red glow started to appear, engulfing both of the still shapes. As he watched, it got brighter and brighter, filling the room with its light. Turning his head, shielding his eye's, he waited for it to dim down, hoping it was really working. With a final flare, it vanished.

Blinking his eye's to clear the spots, he was overjoyed to see one shape laying on the bed. "Leo!" he shouted

Placing his hands over her body, the pale yellow glow spread, removing all of the cuts and bruises she had gotten from the Wildling. As the others waited, Morgan moved to her side, laying down with her and pulling her to his side. Prue snuggled close, not waking, but seeming to be whole, at least in body.

Smiling down at them, Piper and Phoebe pulled their men from the room, leaving them alone. Reaching down, he pulled the comforter over them both, he simply held her, stroking her hair. Stirring slightly, he heard her mumbled something.
"What?" he said softly

"I think we should pass on the camping trip." came the faint reply, as she drifted off to sleep again.



Two weeks later.



She stood there shivering a little at the cool breeze coming in off the water. It had taken awhile for her strength to return, and this was the first time her sisters had let her out of their sight. Breathing in the salty night air, she knew she would be fine.

Farther down the beach he waited, watching as she stood there, grateful she had not left him. This was where he always wanted to be. Near the woman who made him feel complete. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a small velvet box.

Taking a deep breath to bolster his courage, he walked up to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Prue?"
"Yes?" she said, hearing the question in his voice.

Turning her slightly, he dropped to one knee in the damp sand.

"I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked, holding out the diamond ring to her, the moonlight sparkling on the stone's as a single tear ran down her cheek.

End of this story