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Therapy: Three Witches and a Shrink	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 7187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Icy and Darcy emerged from the trees they spotted Stormy out in the middle of the field sitting with her legs folded beneath her, head down, gasping for breath. Exchanging a concerned glance, the two girls walked over to where their sister witch sat surrounded by the flowers they all despised so much and crouched down on either side of her. Darcy put her arm around Stormy's shoulders.
"Stormy what's the matter -"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
Stormy lashed out with her arm, knocking Darcy on her butt in surprise. Icy shoved Stormy hard in the shoulder.
"Hey! She's just concerned about -"
Stormy hauled off and slugged Icy right in the jaw, knocking the older witch sprawling.
"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
Icy rubbed her jaw as she sat up and glared at Stormy.
"You wanna scrap, bitch? Well that's fine with me. I'll teach you to hit me!"
Both girls jumped to their feet and squared off, fists balled and ready to fight, but Darcy stepped between them and threw out her arm to block Icy from attacking.
"Cool it Icy. This isn't the time to start a fight."
Icy glared at Darcy.
"Like hell it isn't. That little bitch hit me!"
Darcy glared right back at her.
"Yeah, because you didn't take the hint after she hit me! Now shut up and let me handle this."
Icy blinked in surprise. Had Darcy just given her an order? Since when did Darcy start giving orders? Icy had half a mind to give Darcy what for for having the nerve to order her around, but she was more than a little curious what Darcy had in mind to resolve the situation so she held her tongue, apart from a dissatisfied growl, and waited to see how Darcy would play this.
Darcy turned her head to give Stormy a challenging stare.
"Okay Stormy. It's obvious that you're majorly pissed off. What I don't understand is why. What's the deal?"
Stormy glared back at them so murderously she looked like she was ready to kill them both in cold blood.
"'What's the deal?' I came looking for you guys to ask Shreever what the hell is keeping my damn aspirin and I find the three of you having a fucking orgy behind my back! You tell me what's the deal!"
Icy leaned forward confrontationally.
"Behind your back? You were the one who came back all 'I'm so exhausted. I gotta lie down.' We would have let you in on our plan except you ran off to go take a nap instead! Anyway, how were we supposed to tell you what we had planned with Dr. Shreever standing right there without tipping him off? And as for this supposed 'orgy', it was nothing of the sort. Darcy and I were seducing him, nothing more, or did you forget that's been the plan since Day 1?"
Stormy matched Icy's beligerant pose.
"Bullshit! I know what I saw! The three of you were naked together!"
She pointed at Darcy.
"You were all over him!"
She swiveled to point her finger at Icy.
"And you, you were all over her!"
Darcy jumped in before Icy had a chance to retort.
"Calm down Stormy. It was all part of the plan. We do a strip tease, put on a big show, string him along, make him think he's gonna get some, then break it off and leave him hanging. You just walked in at the point where we were getting ready to break things off. Actually, your timing couldn't have been better. Thanks to you he doesn't have a clue we weren't going to take it all the way."
Icy gave a malicious smirk.
"And the best part is he thinks it's all his fault he didn't get any because he wasn't 'sensitive' enough with you."
Darcy turned a curious eye on Icy.
"She does bring up an interesting point though. Why did you cozy up to me there at the end rather than Dr. Shreever?"
Icy crossed her arms and gave Darcy a look like 'Come on. It's not that hard to figure out.'
"You should know better than I do what really turns a guy on is visual appeal. If I'd glued myself to his backside he'd have felt me alright but he wouldn't have been able to see me. You'd have been the only girl he saw, and while nobody's denying you're a hot piece of ass you're still just one girl. By snuggling up to you I accomplished two things. First, it let him see both of us at once for twice the eye candy. Second, it kept the whole lesbian motif going on. That's what really gets guys going. It's why we decided to do this whole seduction thing together in the first place."
Stormy jumped back into the conversation before Darcy could respond.
"Whatever! What I wanna know is what the hell was up with all that 'Daddy' crap and you talking to Shreever about incest? That's just sick Darcy!"
Darcy turned back to face Stormy again.
"You can blame that one on Dr. Shreever. He started all that by trying to convince me he's my dad during my last session. Icy saw through that one though. He and I don't look anything alike, and we'd pretty much have to if I was his daughter, so obviously it was all just a line of bull. So we figured why not turn his own little game back on him? As long as he doesn't know we figured him out I just play along and pretend I still believe it. I've been coming on to him from the first, so I just keep that going and play up the incest angle to see how he responds. So far he's only put up the feeblest token resistance so either he doesn't believe it himself, which I'm pretty sure he doesn't, or he's a first-class perv."
Stormy had been clenching her teeth and fists throughout the whole explanation. As Darcy finished, Stormy got right up in her face, her own face a mask of fury.
"THAT'S NOT SOMETHING YOU JOKE AROUND ABOUT!! THAT'S SICK AND DISGUSTING AND PERVERTED!! HOW CAN YOU JOKE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!?"
Darcy was quite taken aback. She leaned back away from Stormy with her arms clamped to her sides and a 'Yikes! Am I in trouble!' look on her face. Icy stepped past her and pointed her finger in Stormy's face.
"Back off wiotch! What's your problem anyway?"
Stormy growled back at Icy.
"My problem is you guys treating incest like it's some kind of big joke! It actually happens to some people and there's nothing funny about it!"
Icy gave Stormy a perplexed frown, wondering what bug had crawled up her ass, but meanwhile a look of dawning comprehension spread across Darcy's face.
"Stormy, did your father do something to you?"
Icy glanced at Darcy with a look of mingled surprise and confusion. Meanwhile Stormy's expression was a complex mixture of surprise, consternation, defensiveness, and of course anger.
"I ... He ... That ... It's none of your business!"
Darcy placed her hands on Stormy's shoulders and looked her in the eyes.
"You're right, it's not our business, but we're sisters in the dark arts. If you can't trust us who can you trust?"
Stormy gave Darcy a surprised look, then lowered her gaze and frowned in resignation.
"Alright, fine. I'll tell you guys, but if you breathe so much as a word of what I'm about to tell you I swear I'll shove my fist down your throat and pull out your ovaries."
Darcy nodded, then took one hand off Stormy's shoulder and placed it on Icy's.
"Both of you, put one hand on my shoulder and the other on each other's shoulder."
Icy gave Darcy a questioning look.
"What for?"
Darcy scowled at her.
"Just do it!"
Icy rolled her eyes.
"Alright, fine."
She did as she'd been told and after a moment's hesitation so did Stormy. Darcy closed her eyes in concentration.
"We three withes gathered 'round,

Secrets that shall hence be spoken,

With this oath shall now be bound,

And like our circle never broken."
She opened her eyes and looked at each of her sisters.
"We are now oath-bound to keep Stormy's secrets. Whatever you tell us now we take to our graves."
Icy gave Darcy a skeptical look.
"You do realize without our magic your spell won't actually do anything."
Darcy glared at Icy.
"It isn't a spell, it's an oath, and an oath between witch sisters is binding, magic or not."
Icy lifted her hands from her sisters' shoulders and held them out defensively.
"Okay, fine. We won't tell anyone. Like we would anyway."
She turned her head toward Stormy.
"Now, you gonna tell us what went down between you and daddy?"
Darcy and Stormy lowered their arms while Stormy gave Icy a suspicious stare.
"Well, it all started back when I was little. My dad used to spank me whenever I'd do something naughty. The thing is I was really headstrong and rebellious, even back then, so I got spanked a lot. Eventually spankings turned into whippings, then after Dad started drinking they turned into beatings. Mom tried to stop him, but then he just started beating her too."
By this time Darcy had her hand over her mouth in growing horror. Even Icy looked a little stunned. Stormy continued on, no longer looking at her sister witches but just staring off into the distance.
"Sometimes I'd try to fight back, but then he'd just beat me even worse than usual. As I got older and started learning to use my magic I tried using that to stop him."
She winced at the memories.
"Big mistake. Whenever I tried to use my magic to fight back Dad used his magic on me. I found out that some spells can hurt a lot worse than a beating. There were some days I couldn't go to school because I hurt so bad. My mom started learning healing magic so she could take care of us both when my dad wasn't looking. Dad always stopped before he did anything that would require serious medical attention though. Guess he knew what deep shit he'd be in if a doctor ever took a look at my bruises.
"Meanwhile I started getting in fights at school. Maybe I was looking to toughen myself up, but I think mostly I just needed an outlet for all my pent up anger at Dad. Of course whenever Dad found out I'd been in another fight he'd beat me again. Heh. Like it made a difference anymore. He beat me so often anyway I just got used to it. And it's not like he really needed an excuse. By that time I was starting to figure out that the beatings he gave me and Mom were like the fights I was having in school, just his way of relieving stress building up from all the things in his life he couldn't control."
At that point her expression turned hard.
"Then one day things got worse. A lot worse. He'd been drinking again and he came busting into my room. That wasn't all that unusual, he did that a lot, but this time he caught me fingering myself. I'd had a rough day at school and all the kids were avoiding me so much I hadn't been able to pick a fight so I really needed some stress relief. Anyway, Dad saw what I was doing before I could hide it and something just came over him. I tried to make him leave but he just threw me back down on the bed and dropped his pants and then ..."
Icy's shocked gasp broke the silence as Stormy trailed off. After a moment she continued.
"Anyway, after that day Dad started fucking me whenever he felt like it. He was never gentle about it either. I mean, it didn't hurt as bad as getting a beating, but it made me feel a whole lot worse inside. Sometimes he'd even start fucking me in the middle of giving me a beating. I hated him so much. He made me learn to hate all guys.
"Mom couldn't do anything to stop him. She never could. She just kept patching me up the best she could and I hated her for it. I hated her because it meant Dad would feel free to beat me again that much sooner. I hated her because it meant nobody would see the evidence of the things Dad was doing to me and maybe try to stop him. I hated her because I could see how much all of those healing spells were taking out of her. I hated her because her spells kept getting less and less effective. And I hated her because all those healing spells drained her so bad she couldn't keep Dad satisfied in bed anymore, and that meant Dad would turn to me more and more often to get his rocks off. Mostly I hated her because she was just too weak to stand up to him and make him stop."
It was Icy who pointed out the obvious.
"But you couldn't stop him either."
Stormy whipped her head around to glare at her.
"Yeah? So what's your point?"
Darcy laid a compassionate hand on Stormy's shoulder.
"So did you hate yourself too?"
Stormy lowered her gaze and her voice.
"Yeah, of course I did."
She looked up at Darcy stubbornly.
"That's why I kept getting in fights and practicing my magic, so I could get stronger, strong enough to finally beat him and get back my self-respect."
Then her face took on a most peculiar expression, like she was using her anger to suppress some other powerful emotion that was trying to surface.
"But one day I came home from school to find Dad giving Mom the most savage beating I'd ever seen. I dunno what Dad was doing home from work that early but it seems he'd finally found out about Mom's healing spells and figured out that's why she was so tired all the time. He didn't like that at all. When I walked in her lip was split and bleeding and one eye was swollen almost shut. Her clothes were all tore up and she was favoring her left arm. He kept yelling at her to heal herself so he could hit her some more but she refused. That just made him madder than ever and he hit her again anyway.
"I yelled at him to stop it. He just turned on me and smacked me real hard and told me never to tell him what to do. He started wailing on me like never before. I'd never seen him so mad. Mom rushed over and grabbed his arm and begged him to stop hitting me. He turned and bashed her so hard she bounced off the wall and collapsed on the floor. He reached down and grabbed her by the throat and picked her up and just started squeezing. I think he was actually trying to choke her to death."
Stormy's sisters had seen her lose her temper and fly into a rage any number of times, but the look on her face at that moment was more frighteningly murderous than anything they had ever seen before. It was the kind of look that meant you'd be fighting for your life if she ever turned it on you. Both girls were devoutly grateful that she continued staring into the distance rather than at them.
"Some parts of what happened next I remember like it was two seconds ago while other parts are so foggy I can hardly remember them at all. When I saw him choking the life out of the only person who ever tried to do anything nice for me something just snapped inside of me. All the anger, all the hate I ever felt, just started whirling around inside of me, looking for a way out. I could feel the spell forming in my hands before I even knew what I was doing. I had no idea what kind of spell it was either. I'd never heard of a spell like the one I was forming before. I could actually feel all that anger spinning around inside me going into that spell. I knew right then that this was it. I was about to hit Dad with literally everything I had, all my hate, all my rage, all balled up into that one spell. I hadn't really stood up to him in years, but this time I knew one of us was going down for good.
"I raised my hands up over my head and yelled at him 'Get your damn filthy hands off my mother you bastard!' He turned to look at me and saw me prepping a spell to attack him with. I remember how hard his eyes were. I can still smell the liquor on his breath. I knew he was gonna kill us both if I didn't stop him. I don't really remember what he said but it doesn't matter. He threw Mom down and came right at me. He didn't even try to use a spell. Guess he thought if he could hit me hard enough and fast enough he could keep me from launching my spell. That was his last mistake.
"As soon as I saw him lunge at me I hurled my spell at him. What came out was my very first Psycho Clone. Dad didn't even have time to see it coming. He was caught up in the funnel before he even knew what was happening to him. Once I realized I had him I flung him across the living room, away from Mom. He slammed into the wall and dropped to his knees. When I saw him trying to get back up on his feet again I hit him with another spell. This time I chose the Thunder Bolt spell I'd been practicing. I hadn't really mastered that one yet. The lightning would usually arc all over the place rather than going where I wanted it to. The target was usually the safest thing around. But this time I had all my pent up rage driving it and one very specific target for all of it.
"Dad let out a scream of pain and rage when the lightning hit him. That felt good, but it wasn't good enough. So I hit him again. And again. And again. I just kept blasting him over and over, listening with glee as his screams turned to terror and anguish, then to misery and despair. It felt great! I was finally giving that bastard everything he deserved. I would have kept blasting him until his screams stopped, probably I wouldn't even have stopped then, but somebody threw their arms around me to stop me. I looked around to see who it was so I could blast them too ... and it was Mom."
Stormy swallowed hard and seemed to be fighting back tears.
"She looked awful from the beating Dad had just given her. I could see the bruises forming on her throat from where he grabbed her. She was clinging to me desperately, shaking like a leaf. There were tears running down her face and she kept sobbing 'No more! Please, no more!'
"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After all those years of torture and pain here Dad was finally getting what was coming to him and Mom wanted me to stop?!? Then I looked back at Dad and got my first real good look at what I'd done to him. He was lieing on the floor staring up at the ceiling with his eyes rolling back in his head. He had his arms all bent up weird. There were charred spots all over him from all the places my lightning had hit him. His arms and legs kept twitching feebly. His mouth was gaping open and it looked like he was having a hard time breathing. From the look of him I don't figure it would have taken much more to finish him off. Might have been kinder if I had, but I really wasn't feeling all that merciful right then. I wanted him to suffer, like he'd made me and Mom suffer. Besides, I figured I owed Mom something for all the times she patched me up over the years, so if she wanted him alive I figured that was fine with me. I'd beaten him, that was all that mattered.
"About then the adrenaline rush started wearing off and I felt the drain of every one of those spells I had just cast start to hit me. I dropped to my hands and knees. I barely had the strength left to keep from falling over and collapsing on the floor like Dad. I was exhausted! I'd never felt so drained in my entire life. And the whole time Mom kept hugging me and sobbing 'Thank you,' over and over again. Dunno if she was thanking me for saving her or for sparing Dad or maybe a little of both. Didn't care either. I was just glad it was over.
"Mom crawled over to Dad and coaxed him to unbend his arms and lay them down flat. I didn't have a clue what she was up to until I saw her lay herself on top of him. For a moment I had this crazy idea she was about to have sex with him. Then I realized what she was really doing. I wanted to call out to her, to tell her to stop, but somehow I just couldn't find my voice. Doesn't matter. I don't think she would have listened to me anyway. Then this familiar blue light started flickering all about her. It was pretty feeble. She used to be able to do a lot better than that, but she'd exhausted herself last night and that morning healing me up from Dad's last beating and it didn't look like she'd been able to recover much of her magic in the hours since then. The blue light left her body and settled over Dad. It surrounded him for a few seconds, then went out. Mom rolled off of Dad to lay beside him, completely exhausted. She didn't even have the energy left to sit up, but Dad was breathing a bit easier.
"I couldn't believe what she'd just done. Why after all we'd been through did she heal him and not herself? It didn't make any sense! She just lay there smiling at him and holding his hand while I sat up and tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"When the police showed up I had no idea why they were there. Seems the neighbors had heard all the commotion and called the cops. They took one look at Dad and Mom and placed me under arrest. I kept screaming at them that Dad was the one who should be arrested but they weren't listening to me. They took me to Juvie Hall where I was charged with assault and attempted murder. Ha! They even threw in disorderly conduct and disturbing the peace for good measure! Eventually they dropped those last two, and after Mom testified at my hearing they dropped the assault charge, but for some dumb reason they wouldn't let go of the attempted murder charge. Like he even deserved to live!
"They tried me as a juvenile. I was found guilty, but considering the circumstances the judge took pity on me and sentenced me to only one week in solitary confinement. Man! I hated it! It was so damn boring! Nothing to do all day for an entire week! It was worse than this place! But at least they let me out when my week was up.
"Mom came to pick me up that day. It was amazing how much better she looked! Her lip was healed, her bruises were yellow and fading and she seemed to have her energy back for the first time in years. I was actually glad to see her looking so good.
"The next couple of weeks were rough at school. Everyone seemed to have heard about what happened. Even the teachers seemed to be afraid of me now. That part was actually pretty cool. What sucked was all the homework they had been piling up for me while I was away from school. I was so snowed under I wasn't able to do anything after school but homework for the next week! My mom saw to it that I didn't just brush it off and not do it. I was so mad at her! I was almost wishing I was back in prison.
"A couple of weeks after they let me out Dad was finally discharged from the hospital. I hadn't seen him in all that time. Mom had gone to visit him a lot but I never wanted to. I didn't really want to now either but there wasn't any way to avoid it any more. I was shocked when I finally did see him. He hadn't improved all that much during his stay at the hospital. His face just kinda hung there slack. I later found out that most of his facial muscles were paralyzed. All the charred spots were gone but he still couldn't do much with his arms and legs. They just kinda flopped around uselessly. Apparently there's only so much modern nerve regeneration spells can do with the kinda damage he took from all those lightning blasts. His eyes never stayed still except when they stopped on me. Then he kinda drew back in fear and made this pitiful whining sound. Dunno how much he remembers about before, but he sure remembered I was the one who hurt him. You'd think seeing my dad cringing in fear like that would have made me feel pretty good after all the shit he'd put me through all my life, but he didn't even seem like the same person. Looking at him I just didn't feel much of anything. He never was able to talk again or feed himself or do most of the things normal people do. Mom ended up having to take care of him from then on."
She looked at her sisters for the first time in several minutes.
"You know what the really sick part of it all is? Mom actually seemed happy to take care of Dad, like she was glad to have him home even after all the rotten things he did to us. I dunno. It's like maybe being an invalid took away all the bad parts of him and just left her memories of the man she married or something. Whatever."
She heaved a sigh.
"Things were tough after that. The insurance company wouldn't cough up the money to pay for Dad's hospitalization and medical care. Dad's job gave him early retirement but most of that got eaten up paying for the medical bills. Mom ended up having to take a part-time job to support us. We got by somehow until I turned 15 and started school at Cloud Tower. Everything after that you already know."
Darcy was the first to break the awkward silence that seemed to press in on them from all sides after Stormy finished speaking.
"Stormy, I ... I had no idea. I mean, I knew you were carrying around some kind of emotional baggage, but this ... Whoa!"
The frown Stormy turned on Darcy was back around her normal anger levels.
"Yeah, well, now ya know, so I'd rather ya didn't joke around about incest anymore, okay?"
Icy frowned thoughtfully.
"Okay, so here's what I don't understand. You've got a criminal record for attempted murder and they still let you into Cloud Tower?"
Stormy glanced at her.
"I was just a kid when it all happened, okay? I guess I was about 13 at the time. Anyway, after I got out they sealed my record, so the admissions board never saw the charge against me."
Darcy nodded.
"Makes sense. And there were extenuating circumstances. I gotta say though, I've got a whole new respect for you now, going through something like that and coming out of it as well as you did. I mean, I always knew you were tough, but to go through what you did and not have a breakdown, you gotta be tough as nails!"
Stormy gave Darcy a shaky smile.
"Yeah, that's me. Tough-as-Nails Stormy. Always gotta keep it ... together. Can't ever ... let anyone ... see me ..."
To the surprise and consternation of her sisters, Stormy put her head in her hands and started sobbing. Icy and Darcy glanced at each other in shock. Neither one had ever seen Stormy this vulnerable before. Hesitantly, unsure how she'd react, Darcy put her arms around her.
"There there Stormy. It's okay. We're here for you."
Stormy threw her arms around Darcy and continued crying on her shoulder. Darcy patted her on the back and shot Icy a glance that said 'Well? What are you waiting for?' Icy rolled her eyes and heaved a 'Why me?' sigh, then reached out to diffidently put her arms around her sister witches.
Stormy's sobs quieted as Darcy ran her hands comfortingly up and down her back. Just then they heard a familiar voice.
"Well well. What a touching scene. I knew you girls actually cared about each other deep down."
All three girls broke from the hug and turned to glare at Dr. Shreever. Stormy had her fists clenched tight and her teeth gritted as she gave him a death glare. While not quite as furious as their sister, Icy and Darcy glared at Shreever angrily. Darcy spoke up first.
"You've got some nerve Shreever, spying on us like that!"
Dr. Shreever faked a look of mild surprise.
"What, not calling me Daddy anymore?"
Stormy gave a rising growl of rage as though preparing to attack him. Icy flung out her hand at the doctor.
"This isn't the time for your jokes, Shreever! You'd better clear out of here right now if you know what's good for you!"
This time Dr. Shreever's look of surprise seemed much more genuine.
"Well, it seems I have overstayed my welcome."
He gave the three of them a deep, respectful bow.
"Ladies, I bid you adieu. I shall see each of you in my office tomorrow afternoon. Good evening to you all."
He turned and strolled back toward the exit portal while three pairs of eyes bored holes in his back. They watched him until he crested the rise and started down the other side. Stormy growled again as they watched him go.
"Hrrrh! Can you believe that guy? 'I knew you girls cared about each other.' Ugh! He makes me sick!"
Icy glanced at Stormy, then gave Darcy a grin.
"Well, I guess that answers one question anyway."
Stormy looked back and forth between her sister witches in confusion.
"Huh? What question?"
Darcy gestured casually.
"Well, when you came back from your session with Dr. Shreever all worn out and ready for a nap we got to wondering what you had been up to with him that made you so tired. I'm guessing Icy thought you had sex with him."
Stormy's face twisted up in a look of shock and revulsion.
"Oh, hell no! Like I'd ever let that creep get in my pants!"
Icy spread her hands and shrugged.
"Okay, so we know that now. The question remains though, what were you up to that wore you out so much?"
Stormy glowered at Icy.
"It's none of your business. I just had a rough session, okay?"
Icy dismissed the whole issue with a backhanded wave.
"Alright fine. Whatever. It's not like we really care all that much anyway."
Darcy turned to Stormy with a look of concern.
"So are you okay now Stormy?"
Stormy glared at her in irritation.
"I'm fine. It's no big deal. I've just got a bit of a headache, that's all."
Icy gestured toward the hidden bathing pool.
"Why don't you go take a dip in the hot spring?"
Stormy gave Icy a funny look.
"Hot spring? Since when do we have a hot spring?"
Darcy grinned at her.
"Dr. Shreever used his magic to heat the pond. He said it would last for half an hour, so there ought to be a few minutes of hot water left before the spell runs out."
Stormy looked thoughtful.
"Huh. A nice hot bath sounds pretty good about now. Think I will go take a dip."
As they watched Stormy wander off in the direction of the bathing pool, Darcy nudged Icy with her elbow.
"Well, that was uncharacteristically considerate of you."
Icy looked at Darcy with a sadistic grin.
"Oh, was it?"
Darcy stared at Icy suspiciously.
"Okay, what are you up to now?"
Icy turned and walked over to sit beneath an apple tree not far off the path.
"Just wait. If things play out the way I expect them to you'll see soon enough. C'mere and have a seat."
Darcy walked over and sat down beside Icy. She looked around appraisingly.
"You know, apart from being kinda boring and a bit too cheerful, this place isn't so bad. I could maybe see myself retiring to a place like this someday when I'm old and gray."
Icy shuddered.
"Ugh! Not me! I'd go nuts in a place like this! Anyway, with my hair color gray just isn't in the forecast, and I plan on going out in a blaze of glory long before I get anywhere near old."
Darcy ran her hand through the air as if outlining a newspaper headline.
"'Ice Queen Goes Out In Blaze of Glory'. Talk about irony!"
Icy gave Darcy a grin and shrugged. She pulled her knees up and folded her arms across them.
"So, what do you suppose Stormy's trying to hide from us"
Darcy looked at her strangely.
"Trying to hide? I'd say she just made a pretty major revelation right there, wouldn't you?"
Icy frowned.
"Not about that. I mean the way she keeps refusing to answer us whenever we ask her why she's feeling so run down. Obviously she isn't fucking him, so what do you suppose she and Dr. Shreever have been getting up to today?"
Darcy laid back, spreading her hair out behind her and putting her hands behind her head.
"I dunno. Ya got me. Maybe he's teaching her yoga or something weird like that."
Icy smirked as she glanced over at Darcy, letting her eyes roam the delectable curves of her body.
"Now that I'd pay to see."
Darcy closed her eyes and chuckled, setting her chest moving in ways that practically made Icy's mouth water.
"Yeah. I guess that would be pretty funny to watch."
Icy grinned for a moment. Then her expression turned serious.
"I gotta admit though, that was quite a story she told us. Do you think all that stuff she said really happened?"
Darcy opened her eyes and sat up a little, propping her elbows behind her.
"I'm no expert on domestic abuse, but it sounded pretty convincing to me."
Icy looked away from Darcy and nodded.
"Yeah, I suppose so. She'd have to be a lot better liar than I give her credit for to be able to make up a story like that."
She rested her chin on her arms.
"I've always hated my dad, but at least he never beat me or raped me. As bad as he was, Stormy's dad makes mine look like Father-of-the-Year."
Darcy glanced at Icy and was about to ask her about her father when she spied someone coming down the path toward them. A moment later she recognized him as Guard Number B. She sat up fully and raised her hand in greeting.
"Hey B. What brings you here this time of day?"
The guard stopped in front of the two girls and held up a white bottle.
"Dr. Shreever asked me to bring Stormy some aspirin. Do either of you know where she is right now?"
Icy sat up straight and pointed toward the hidden pool with a grin.
"She's right through those trees. You can't miss her."
The guard waved his thanks as he set off down the path toward the trees.
"Thanks girls. See you later!"
Darcy flung out her arm and called out with a look of alarm.
"No, w-"
Icy clamped her hand over Darcy's mouth and murmured in her ear.
"Wait for it ..."
Darcy pulled Icy's hand away and turned to stare at her.
"But Stormy's ..."
Icy grinned at her wickedly.
"I know."
Just then the air was rent by a shriek of outrage. The next moment the guard came racing out of the trees covering his head with his hands. A naked Stormy came racing along behind, calling him a pervert and a Peeping Tom and hurling her sandals at his back. Icy and Darcy broke out into uncontrollable gales of laughter as the hapless guard raced past them toward the portal. Icy called out to Stormy as she drew even with them.
"Hey Stormy! Nice birthday suit! Hope you gave him a good show!"
Stormy stopped and glared daggers at her sister witches, her fists clenched down at her sides.
"I HATE YOU GUYS!"
She turned around and ran back toward the cover of the trees, collecting her sandals along the way. Darcy finally calmed down enough to stop laughing and wipe a tear of mirth from her eye.
"I haven't had a good laugh like that since we sabotaged the Miss Magix competition! So that's what you were planning!"
Icy grinned unrepentantly at Darcy.
"Yep, and it worked out just the way I planned it. I guess that means that everything is back to normal now."
Darcy put her arm around Icy's shoulder and leaned against her as both girls burst out laughing once more.
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