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"Fantasy"

Macy Vaughn held her hand out and focused. She squinted her eyes and scrunched her nose up the cute way she does when she concentrates and took a deep breath in and out, staring at the feather on the table in front of her. "Come ON Mace.." she mumbled under her breath and tried again before slamming her palm down on the table with rage. Hard. "DAMN it!!" she huffed and Harry ran down the stairs toward her.

"Macy?" he asked softly, and although Macy would have been happy at his caring about her at any other time, she was so upset about her powers not working, she just took a shuddering intake of breath. Harry tilted his head. "Are you alright?" Macy gritted her teeth in pain from the waves of it shooting up her arm. She looked down and swallowed before turning toward their whitelighter. She shook her head and held up her hand, which was already bruising. "It- it didn't work," she said shakily. "I gave up my demon powers, and now I have nothing... not even my healing," she said as she looked past him, not making eye contact as she hated herself for being vulnerable. He sighed sadly and closed the gap between them, taking her hand gingerly in both of his. The familiar white light washed over both of there faces as he healed her hand before kissing it. "Well, it didn't work YET,' he said corrected her.

He tilted his head as he spoke, and looked at her with a kind gaze, and she blushed softly, a small smile growing across her face, and a breathy laugh escaping her. "It's not too late," Harry said, shaking his head. Macy furrowed her eyebrows and swallowed, wondering if he meant for them, or for her powers, or both. Her eyes flitted from his to his lips before she slowly came towards him, her lips meeting his as they finally came together. It felt so, so RIGHT and Macy deepened the kiss, and Harry returned her fervor before Macy cleared her throat and came out of her reverie as his British accent repeated itself. "It's not too late, Macy," he said in a reassuring tone. She shook her head before stuttering, "It- it's not?" He shook his head and chuckled. "No, of course not.. we'll figure it out, all of us. Together." She nodded silently before watching HIS eyes flit between her eyes and lips this time.

He sighed before backing away slowly and turning, heading back toward the door to SafeSpace. Macy looked up at the ceiling before leaning back against the desk and whispering, "Harry.." he orbed to her side immediately and she bit her lip before grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward her. "It's not too late?" he shook his head with a small smirk before she pressed her lips yet again against his lips and he, as she imagined he would, returned the kiss. His hand found it's way to the small of her back and pulled her closer to him as he deepened the kiss, and she groaned softly. Her hand wandered as well, tangling itself in Harry's hair as she finally let herself enjoy the one person she wanted all this time, her lips finding the seductive curve of his neck and placing a light kiss there. She pulled away for a moment and he pouted. "Maybe we should-?" he cut her off and shook his head. "Mmm-mm can't orb out of here, only inside, and I'm not going anywhere.. I'm not finished with you yet.." he said in a low voice that went sent tingles straight down Macy's body into her stomach.

He kissed his way down her neck as she moaned quietly, the cocoon in her stomach his tone created quickly growing into a swarm of butterflies as she leaned her head back to give him better access. He ripped open her blouse and continued his tirade down her chest as the door opened and shut, and Macy squealed as they sprung apart, Harry gasping and stepping to the side quickly as the map lit up behind them. Maggie and Mel sprinted down the stairs and stopped short. Mel looked from Macy's unbuttoned blouse to her ringing hands and back to Harry's ruffled hair. "So what are you two working on, exactly?" she asked, her eyes narrowing and Macy gulped and frowned guiltily, shaking her head. "Nothing now that the map is going off. Come on, there's a witch in trouble in Connecticut." She quickly fixed her shirt as her heart beat out of her chest, snatched up her jacket and hit the globe, grabbing the marble and smirking at her sisters. "We have a witch to save."

Mel glanced at Maggie with raised eyebrows, and the young empath shrugged. "You two go. I have a management meeting and I need Harry's advice." Macy shrugged and grabbed Mel's hand, pulling her through the portal despite her protests. Harry bit the inside of his cheek and adjusted his own shirt before taking a deep breath and turning toward Maggie. "I'm honored... what do you need advice on?" he asked and she glared at him before reaching up and cupping his cheeks, turning his head. He scoffed "what on earth?" he pulled his face out of her hands. "Serious violation of privacy, Ms. Vera!" She rolled her eyes and sat on the desk where Macy had just been. "I don't read minds anymore, remember, MR. GREENWOOD,' she said mockingly. "I was looking at your neck," she held up a finger with a tint of maroon. "This....is Macy's lipstick," she declared and he fidgeted. "Don't be absurd Maggie," he shook his head with a sigh. "I'm your whitelighter, HER whitelighter. It's forbidden?" he shrugged, "or have you forgotten?"

She groaned and flopped back on the desk, "I will figure it out one way or another Harry! NEVER try to hide things from an empath... It doesn't work!" she yelled after him as he waved and walked away with a small smile and she flipped onto her stomach, her cheeks in her hands as she pouted, looking over the map and the book of elders for a while. She watched as 3 red dots faded to white in Connecticut. "She sat up and nodded, "good job, sis... saved another one," she said to herself before watching a return portal flicker to darkness, leaving Mel and Macy arguing in the dim light of the command center.

"Guys.." Maggie said, only to be ignored. "Guys!" she said louder and gritted her teeth as she got the same treatment twice before closing her hand into a fist and sending a ball of yellow light into both of their chests as she unclenched her hands. They both stopped arguing and looked at her slowly. "Wh- what was THAT?" Mel asked. Maggie looked down at her hands in amazement. "I don't know... HARRY!?" All threeof them yelled and he orbed in immediately, ready to help them through anything, as always.