• An Explanation

    The Unexpected Both Megan and Scott looked over, but only for a second, and then did their best to act normally. Eleanor glanced at Willow, who smiled. Then, after gently resting a hand on Eleanor’s shoulder for a moment as a reminder of her support, Willow left the lab. Explanations were Eleanor’s task. She raked a hand through her hair. When it came to when she needed to talk about there were no right words. Not being open made sense, considering the situation, but it could easily cause problems now the truth needed to be told. At least some of it. Keeping how she’d ended up in the lab a…

  • The Unexpected

    An Unexpected Visitor With Eleanor by her side Willow stepped into a little room off the main lab, and turned to look at her. “How are you here?” “Magic?” Eleanor shrugged. “I don’t know how much I can tell you. I don’t know how much is going to affect the reason I’m here. Talking to you, as you aren’t Megan or Scott, probably isn’t as bad, but I don’t know.” “Lovely, start from the beginning. You’re older. I can see that in your eyes. You aren’t the same girl I left three hours ago, working out how she was going to tell her father than she planned on becoming an…

  • An Unexpected Visitor

    A Mistake Of course it was going to be the Wests. Was their magic the reason she’d been sent back in time? Eleanor raked a hand through her hair, walking through corridors in the hope she might be able to find a way out somewhere, although she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to leave the building. Then she found a door. Breathing deeply, hoping she’d be able to go out, she opened it, and stepped out into a windy day. Looking up at the sky she saw that the grey clouds matched her mood. Feeling a little less out of sorts she made her way towards…

  • Going Back In Time

    “We need your help.” The voice echoed around Eleanor, making it impossible to know where exactly it was coming from. She stilled, heart pounding, fear sweeping through her. According to her client the job was an easy one. An exorcism, to rid the building of a trapped spirit, but something about the voice told her they were wrong – and if she hadn’t needed the money she’d have already been out the door. “Lea, we know why you’re here.” “How do you know my name?” Before she could stop herself the words were out. “I don’t know who, or what, you are, but I’m not getting involved.” They, whoever they…