The words clicked inside of her. Her hands slowly reached for the keyboard and she entered the
She slowly sat up in the tank. The machines stopped and the lights came back up. Cameron
yanked off his headset. "Talk to me, Kirsten," he said as he ran towards the tank. "Are you all
Kirsten took a deep breath, then turned to her friends. "I know what happened. I know who killed
Kelly. But Fisher won't believe me. I'll have to figure out how to explain -"
"How to explain what you're all doing here!" Maggie said, cutting Kirsten off as she came off the
elevator and walked towards the center of the room. "Who gave you permission to do this?!" she
demanded. She was fuming.
"It's not Kirsten's fault - we all -" Cameron started to say.
"No! It's my fault alone," Kirsten said as she got out of the water tank. "I had to do this."
"You don't run the Stitchers Program and you don't make the decisions about what's done here!"
Maggie said. "That's my job and you work for me."
"Then maybe I don't work for you anymore," Kirsten said. She hurried off before Maggie could
say anything else to her.
Maggie turned around and stared at Linus, Camille and Cameron.
"Kirsten cares about people," Cameron said. "When she feels she has to help someone, she
commits every part of herself to doing that. That's what makes Kirsten special. That's what makes
Kirsten who she is. And that's what makes Kirsten the right person to make the stitches. And why
you chose her."
Maggie stood there for a moment, still staring at the three of them. Then she took a deep breath.
"Close everything down for the night. We'll continue this discussion in the morning."
"Piper Halliwell, this is Kirsten Clark," she said into her cell phone. "I have to see you right
"Not now. I'm on my way with my sister to get the lawyer we hired and bring him down to the
jail to meet with Stuart," Piper said.
"Your sister can go by herself to the lawyer," Kirsten said firmly. "You don't have an option. This
can't wait. We have to meet right now!"
Piper hesitated, then exhaled. "My hotel lobby."
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Kirsten said and hung up.
"What is more important than my being with Stuart's lawyer?" Piper asked. Her face was drawn
and tired from the day's stress.
"The truth," Kirsten replied. "Tremayne." Piper looked at her blankly.
"You don't recognize the name?" Kirsten asked.
"No. Should I?" Piper asked.
"The demon Tremayne," Kirsten said.
"Demon?" Piper repeated.
"The demon who killed Kelly," Kirsten said. "Tremayne did something first to Stuart then to
Kelly's mind, leaving her completely dazed so she could easily kill her."
"What?!" Piper said.
"Here, look at this," Kirsten said, taking the photograph of the murder weapon from her pocket.
"With the blade point down it looks like a dagger with some simple ornament on the hilt's
crosspiece. The quillons - those are the two ends of the crosspiece - point up at ninety degrees,
rather than being level or pointing down. That‛s odd but not in itself remarkable." Kirsten turned
the picture around so that the dagger point was facing up instead of down "Now look at it. Look
at the hilt and the crosspiece. What do you see?"
Piper stared at the photograph for a few seconds. The quillons of the hilt's crosspiece were now
pointing down at ninety degrees. Together with the unusually narrow handle, it was clear to her
what she saw.
"It's a letter 'T'," she said.
"'T' for Tremayne's personal dagger," Kirsten said.
Piper leaned back and exhaled. "How is this going to help us save Stuart?" she asked.
"It will. Stuart and Kelly," Kirsten replied.
"Kelly? It's too late to help her," Piper said, trying to hold back tears.
"Listen to me," Kirsten said, taking hold of Piper's arms and shaking them firmly. "I learned
things today that I never believed were possible. About who you are. And about what you can do.
If anyone should be overwhelmed by all of this it's me.
"But I won't let it. I won't let all of this cloud my thinking. I know how you can save Stuart and
Kelly. And so do you."
"I...I don't understand," Piper said.
"I saw the memories," Kirsten said. "You and Kelly at the World Series. I saw the scorecard. It
was in 1955! The memory of Kelly and Peggy Carter together in 1947! You have the power to
use a spell to go back in time. To go back to last night when Tremayne came to kill Kelly. And
Piper was too tired to try to deny anything Kirsten had said. She just shook her head. "I never
heard of Tremayne. There are tremendous risks in trying to change what‛s already happened. And
I can't stop her. I don't have a spell to vanquish her."
"Call your sister Prue," Kirsten said. "Tell her to look through your Book of Shadows and find a
Piper was startled at Kirsten's mention of her sister, who's name she hadn't told her. And more so
that she knew about the Book of Shadows. But after everything else Kirsten had said to her in the
past few minutes she just exhaled and accepted it.
"Call her now. You can do this and save them," Kirsten said.
Jordanna came into the Manor's living room as Prue was putting down the phone.
"I came here straight from my meeting at CGIS Headquarters," Jordanna said. "Have you heard
"That was Piper on the phone," Prue said, and told Jordanna everything Piper had told her.
"I also never heard of Tremayne," Prue said. "I'll have to go through the whole Book of Shadows
looking for her. And hope that she's in there. That can take all night. And the longer we wait to
try to go back in time, the more things will have changed, and the more risks there'll be in
resetting the timeline and undoing those changes."
Prue exhaled. "You'll have to help me look through the Book of Shadows," Prue said.
"I'll help you," Jordanna said, "but in a faster way. Come on."
Margie Amsel sat propped up in her bed. The lights in the room were arranged to make it easier
for her to read. She was halfway through her book "George Washington and the Culper Spy
Ring" when she heard noise outside her room.
"Jorri darling," she said as Jordanna came into the room.
"Hi Mom," Jordanna said, walking over to her mother and giving her a kiss on her cheek. Margie
put down her book, then saw who else had come into the room.
"Prue! What a nice surprise," Margie said. "It's so good to see you."
"And good to see you, Mrs. Amsel," Prue replied.
"Mom - we need your help," Jordanna said pulling up a chair next to her mother's bed. "And it's
"What's wrong?" Margie asked, concern on her face as she looked back and forth at each of them.
"Do you know about a demon Tremayne?" Jordanna asked. Margie's expression became serious.
"Yes - I do," she replied, a hardness in her voice.
"We need a spell to use on her," Jordanna said. "I'm sure that if one exists you'll know it."
"Tell me what's going on," Margie said. Jordanna told her everything that had happened.
Margie took a deep breath. "Tremayne is not an ordinary demon," she began. "Oh, she once was
but her powers grew and she elevated herself into a high position in the demonic hierarchy. For a
while she would show up from time to time when demons were being vanquished and they
pleaded for a more powerful demon who could stand up to - and kill - the witches doing the
vanquishing. Something she did all too successfully." A tinge of sadness crept into Margie's
"We've vanquished many demons, especially using the Power of Three, but we haven't run into
her," Prue said. "Until now."
"That‛s because after a while she restricted herself to devising and directing plans for greater
devastation," Margie explained. "Identifying targets for demons to kill, fostering alliances
between demons and other evil beings, training demons and warlocks in how to ingratiate
themselves in society to be accepted, thus being in positions to cause more death and destruction.
"She deigned to personally come after Kelly only because it was personal. Because Kelly
vanquished her son."
"Are you saying that...that we can't defeat her?" Jordanna asked.
"Not in the usual way," Margie replied. "Tremayne's power is to insert herself inside someone.
Literally. Once inside the witch's body, she immobilizes the brain, which results in immediately
rendering the witch completely helpless. Then she gets out.
"Now she has a witch incapable of saying a spell or even moving her body to do anything to
protect herself. A completely incapacitated, helpless witch. Then she kills her with her personal
dagger. She can insert herself the same way into normal humans."
"Kirsten told Piper that Kelly's mind was completely dazed," Jordanna said, "after Tremayne had
first done something to Stuart."
"And when the police found Stuart he neither moved nor spoke," Prue said.
"Tremayne inserted herself inside Stuart first and immobilized him," Margie said, "probably to
distract Kelly by making her see Stuart become incapacitated."
"You said there is something we could do," Prue said.
"Yes...in theory," Margie replied. "Your mother and I spoke about it a few times. We believed we
had come up with a way to stop her."
"How?" Jordanna asked.
"A witch using a spell inserts herself into Tremayne's target before Tremayne can," Margie said.
"As someone is already inside the target, when Tremayne tries to insert herself she can't take over
the body. But at that instant when she changes and tries to insert herself, the witch inside the
body can attach herself to Tremayne, just enough to hold her back in her physical form and delay
her from disappearing. If the witch says the spell quickly before Tremayne can break free of the
hold, the spell will turn Tremayne's dagger on her to stab her. It wouldn't vanquish her - we knew
she's too strong for that - but it would send her to another dimension."
"And keep her there?" Prue asked.
"We believed it would, at least for a while," Margie answered. "Eventually Tremayne would be
strong enough to break out of that dimension but we felt it would take her a long time to do that."
Shortly after The Elders had made Charmed part of the real world and made Shannen Doherty
into a real Prue Halliwell, her feelings about Patty Halliwell as her mother had started to grow
inside of her. By now she felt a very strong connection to her.
And she trusted her.
"You and my mother came up with this together," Prue said. "Then it'll work - and we have to do
it. We have to go back in time and stop her."
"Yes, we do. Do you know precisely when this happened?" Margie asked.
"Kirsten gave Piper the time of death," Prue answered
"We know when to be there. But in this case there are two bodies that have to be protected,"
"I can jump between Stuart and Kelly," Prue said.
"Not quickly enough," Margie said. "As soon as Tremayne realizes she can't insert herself into
Stuart, she won't know why but she'll likely not wait to find out. She'll immediately go to Kelly,
before you have a chance to attach yourself to her. She can definitely insert herself before you
could jump to Kelly. No - this requires a second witch."
"We'll get Piper or Phoebe," Prue replied.
"You're going to use the time travel spell. She would have to be here with you so that you arrive
exactly together," Margie countered. "They're not here." Margie paused.
"But I am."
"What? No!" Jordanna said.
"I don't have to be able to walk around there, just to be in the room to say the spells," Margie
"Mom - it's been years since you..."
"Since I took on a demon," Margie finished Jordanna's protest. "My mind is fine, Jorri. I
remember everything and I still know how to use my powers. And since I got my mind back I've
wanted to do something to save good people and defeat evil. And now I can."
Margie saw the look of fear on Jordanna's face. The fear she felt of her mother being hurt again -
or worse. Margie turned and stared at her book that was lying on the bed. After about five
seconds an identical book appeared in Margie's hand.
Jordanna stared at the second book. "Your power of replication, Mom. You haven't used that
Margie gave a small smile. "And I still have it. Just like I still have the rest of my powers,
"Kelly has that same replication power as you do, Mrs. Amsel," Prue said.
"Then it will be fitting that I insert myself into her body," Margie said. "You'll insert yourself into
Stuart's body, Prue."
"When can we do this?" Prue asked.
"As soon as I teach you the spell for insertion and the spell to use on Tremayne," Margie replied.
"What about the timeline changes?" Jordanna asked. "Stuart can't ever know that he was there
when Kelly was killed and he didn't protect her. He wouldn't be able to live with that
"Normal people don't remember things from a changed timeline," Margie said.
"But witches do," Prue said.
"Sometimes a timeline change is so great, and goes back so far, that even a witch doesn't
remember what had been there before," Margie replied. "That's happened but it's unusual.
Normally she'll remember everything."
"Then Kelly will remember and will have to go around with that secret inside of her and not tell
Stuart," Prue said. "That's too much of a burden for her."
Margie looked at her daughter and at Prue for a long moment. Then she took a deep breath.
"There is a spell to remove a witch's memory of some things," Margie said. "You won't find it in
the Book of Shadows. It's a very dangerous spell, too dangerous to be generally known. Witches'
memories of what's happened are very important and must be protected.
"This spell is handed down orally only through selected witches in each generation. Penny knew
it and passed it on to me."
Penny was Patty Halliwell's mother. And with Charmed having been made real, she was Prue's
"Wow!" Prue exclaimed. "Penny...uh, Grams must have really trusted you to give it over to you,
"I've never used it but I agree its right to use it now," Margie said.
Jordanna sighed. "I'm not going to remember what you're going to do. And that you still can use
"I'd like you to remember that, Jorri, so you wouldn't worry so much about me," Mrs. Amsel said.
"But what's important is that I can, and will, use them.
"Kirsten said Tremayne's appearance woke them up," Prue added.
"That's very good," Margie said. "We'll insert ourselves inside of them while they're sleeping so
that even with the new timeline they won't know that we had even been there. Now listen
carefully, Prue. These are the two spells."
Prue's was holding up Margie as best she could, though in truth it was quite difficult. Not that
Margie was heavy, quite the opposite, but Prue was supporting all of her weight. She looked at
Kelly and Stuart, sleeping peacefully holding each other, wishing that come morning they still
Margie looked at the clock on the nighttable. Two minutes to the time of death. "Now," she
whispered in Prue's ear. Prue concentrated on Stuart and Margie concentrated on Kelly as
together they began to whisper the spell.
"In this time and in this space
This consciousness I hereby displace;
Hide it deep now that I've begun
Keep it safe until I'm done."
Prue and Margie disappeared. Prue felt she was herself - but not herself. It was a weird feeling.
She couldn't see anything and opened her eyes. But they weren't her eyes that opened. They were
Stuart's. She moved her head to look down at herself. It was Stuart's head that moved. And it was
Stuart's naked body that she saw. She wasn't sure that she was comfortable seeing it.
Margie moved Kelly's arms away from Stuart as she saw Prue - in Stuart's body - start to sit up.
There was a small nod of Kelly's head. Prue nodded Stuart's head in confirmation.
They both looked to the far wall in expectation of what was coming. In a few seconds an image
started to form. A large, older woman with long strands of unruly gray hair.
"Who are you?" Margie in Kelly's voice asked. The plan was to act surprised and un-nerved at
Tremayne's sudden appearance, so as not give away that they were expecting her.
"Tremayne," the demon replied. She was suddenly tightly up against Stuart's body, became
translucent for two seconds, then re-appeared as she had been. Her quickness in trying to insert
herself into Stuart, without saying anything else, and then immediately backing out, had been too
fast for Prue to react and grab her.
Tremayne backed away, giving Stuart an odd look, but then turned her attention to Kelly.
"That was my son you vanquished tonight," the demon said. "For that I will kill you, witch. With
my very special dagger."
Through Stuart, Prue saw that Tremayne was seething. There was literally murder in the demon's
eyes and her dagger appeared in her hand.
Suddenly she was up against Kelly's body. And translucent once again. Prue could see Tremayne
now fighting to pull away, as she had easily done from Stuart's body. But Margie, inside Kelly's
body, was using all of her strength and wasn't letting her go.
And then she heard Margie speak in Kelly's voice:
"Concentrate, all my powers of good, as I call your attention
To dispatch this demon to another dimension;
Let her dagger of death be reversed for this task
Let it tear her evil being from this plane, I hereby ask."
Prue saw Tremayne fall back from Kelly's body. She changed back from her translucent
manifestation to her original appearance. As did the dagger. But it was no longer in her hand.
The dagger was floating in the air. Its blade turned around, the point aimed at Tremayne. The hilt
of the dagger glowed an orange-yellow color.
"No!" Tremayne shouted as the dagger went straight into her chest. Then her whole body glowed
in that same orange-yellow color. And then she was gone.
Through Stuart, Prue stared for a few seconds at where Tremayne had been. Then she turned
back to Margie in Kelly's body.
"It worked," Prue said in Stuart's voice said with a touch of amazement. "It worked!" his voice
repeated, this time with jubilance.
"Your mother was a very good, and very smart, witch," Kelly's voice said.
"You did it together," Prue said in Stuart's voice.
"Yes, we did, didn't we," Margie replied in Kelly's voice. "It was my privilege to know Patty
Halliwell. And to be her friend."
Prue helped Margie Amsel into her bed. As soon as they returned, Margie had said the spell to
remove Kelly‛s memory of Tremayne and that timeline.
Prue picked up Margie's book about George Washington and put it next to her. Then she looked
around for the copy Margie had replicated.
"The second copy is gone," Prue said.
"The timeline's been reset so I never replicated it to prove to Jorri that I still had my powers,"
Margie said. "It felt so good to defeat evil again, and to save Stuart and Kelly at the same time.
You know that feeling, Prue. Every time you use your Charmed Ones' powers for good."
"I do, Mrs. Amsel," Prue replied. "I'm so glad I had the opportunity to do it again with you."
"Hi mom," Jordanna said as she came into the bedroom. "Prue - what are you doing here?" she
asked as she walked over to her mother and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
"I haven't seen your mother in a while and I just dropped by to say hello," Prue said. With the
timeline reset and her being a normal person, Jordanna doesn't remember anything, Prue thought.
That's not right. She worries about her mother and she needs to know that her mother can still use
her powers. But I know that Margie won't tell her.
"I was just leaving," Prue said. "Walk me out, Jordanna."
"Sure," Jordanna replied. "I'll be right back, Mom."
Prue walked with Jordanna to the front door, then turned to her.
Jordanna wouldn't tell me the confidential details about that joint CGIS-NSA Task Force, Prue
thought, just the critical part that I had to know. "I know that you're good at keeping confidential
secrets," she said to Jordanna.
"Of course I am. That goes with my job," Jordanna replied.
"Now I'm going to tell you a confidential secret that you can't tell anyone," Prue said. "I‛ll tell you
just the part you need to know so don‛t ask me for any of the details. Agreed?"
"OK - you have my word," Jordanna replied, clearly intrigued.
"Let's take a walk," Prue said as she led Jordanna outside of the house.
"I didn't just drop by now to see your mother," Prue began.
Kirsten finished her breakfast coffee and put the mug down on the table. Things didn't seem to be
quite right but she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong. Then an image came into her
mind. Cameron being concerned about something. About her. But there weren't any images that
connected to it. Just that one memory of Cameron.
Then another memory. Something had happened with a stitch. Something...about Maggie being
upset. Kirsten grabbed her things and hurried out the door.
As Kirsten came off of the elevator Cameron was walking by.
"Is Maggie...still on the warpath?" Kirsten asked, though she still didn't know why she would be.
"The warpath?" Cameron asked. "About what?"
"About...yesterday," Kirsten said, uncertainly.
Cameron shrugged his shoulders. "Everything was fine yesterday," he said. "Are you feeling OK,
"Uh...never mind," Kirsten replied, feeling confused. "Camille...you left before I was even up this
"I have so much to follow up on with Dennis and I wanted to get a jump on all of it," Camille
"Dennis?" Kirsten asked.
"Dennis Brown...the VP of Cartographic Creations you stitched into yesterday," Camille replied.
She gave Kirsten an odd look.
"Yesterday," Kirsten repeated. An image of a young, blond woman in the glass case came into
her mind. Then a fragment of an image of that same woman with a man.
"We stitched into...Richardson yesterday," Kirsten said slowly.
"Yes...in the morning," Camille replied, concern for Kirsten in her voice. "And then we stitched
into Dennis in the afternoon. You gave me all of this information about the two people who were
angry and jealous about his being promoted over them." Camille held out the folder in her hand
to remind Kirsten.
Kirsten felt something in her jacket pocket. She put her hand inside it and pulled out what was
there. She stared at the shards of black plastic in her hand. That brought more images and voices
into Kirsten's mind. A black garbage container, a man shielding her and a blond young woman
asking if she was all right. And those memories were beginning to become connected.
"I need to look something up," Kirsten said, abruptly hurrying over to one of the computers. She
quickly went through a couple of screens until she found the phone number she wanted. "I...I
have to go," she said and rushed to the elevator.
"What's wrong?" Camille called after her.
"I'll be back later," is all Kirsten replied as she stepped into the elevator.
In the street, Kirsten took out her cell phone and dialed the phone number she had looked up.
"Good morning, Holiday Inn Express," the female voice on the other end said. "How may I direct
"Do you have a guest...uh, they're together," Kirsten said. "Kelly Anderson and Stuart Weston?"
"One moment," the voice on the other end said. Kirsten heard a phone
ringing. On the fifth ring someone picked it up.
"I got it, Kelly," a man's voice said to someone in the room. "Hello?" he said.
Kirsten recognized the man's voice. And he had said something to "Kelly". "Hello?" the man said
again. Kirsten hung up. More memories came to her. Some were disjointed. But some were
Piper Halliwell walked into the hotel's small lobby and sat down. Her sister Phoebe was at the
front desk, checking them out of their room.
"Piper," a voice behind her said. She turned and looked up.
"Piper...Halliwell," Kirsten said with a slight hesitation.
"Do I know you?" Piper asked, feigning innocence.
"Of course...of course you do," Kirsten said, with more assurance. "We met here twice."
"We...met?" Piper repeated with a questioning look, trying to imply that they had not.
"About what happened to Kelly and Stuart," Kirsten said.
"You remember that?" Piper asked, startled.
"The memories are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle," Kirsten said. "I've been seeing them all
morning but I didn't know where or how they fit. But they're coming together now."
"Sit down," Piper said warily.
"You did it," Kirsten said. "You or...or your sister Prue used your powers."
"Shhh!" Piper said.
"You went back in time. You found a way to stop Tremayne," Kirsten said. "You saved Stuart
Piper stared at Kirsten. "How can you know that? The timeline was reset. You can't remember
that other timeline."
"I have a condition called Temporal Dysplasia," Kirsten said. "I don't perceive time the way
normal people do. I don't feel the passage of time the way you do. It affects me differently. The
condition makes me suited for stitching into someone's memories and not getting confused by the
different times I pass through in it."
Piper exhaled. "And because of that condition you...you can remember everything that happened
in the original timeline? Everything that now...never happened?"
Kirsten gave a shrug and a nod of her head.
"Kelly and Stuart are like...no, they are family," Piper said. "And with your...stitching, you saved
mine. You saved my family. Thank you."
"In stitching I try to get justice and the truth for the dead," Kirsten said. "This time I was able to
do much more than that. It's a...it's a good feeling."
"Kelly and Stuart have no memory of what Tremayne did to them," Piper said. "For their well
being, it has to stay that way."
"It will," Kirsten assured her with a small smile, then began to get up.
"Kirsten, wait. This is very important," Piper said and Kirsten sat back down. "You can't tell
anyone about who we are, about -"
"What you, your sisters and Kelly can do," Kirsten said, finishing what Piper was going to say. "I
know that." Kirsten thought back to what the boy with the red cap in her stitch had told her.
"And I won't, I promise. And you know now that I keep my promise. Just as I did with Kelly and
Stuart and Kelly were about to walk out of the Holiday Inn's lobby when they saw someone
"Good morning," Kirsten said. A great feeling of relief went through her as she saw them alive
"Good morning," they answered in return. "Uh...you're Kirsten,"
Kelly said, recognizing her. "Are
you all right? Was there another attack on you?" she asked with concern.
"No, I'm fine," Kirsten replied. "I've come to believe that you were right and that I'm safe now.
How have you been?"
"We've been having a very nice time here," Kelly replied.
I know that now you have been, now that the evil that attacked you was eliminated, Kirsten
thought, looking at them.
"We're going out for brunch," Stuart said. "Please join us."
"Yes, please do," Kelly added.
Kelly has powers she uses to fight demons, Kirsten thought. And Stuart is without any powers
but fights them with her, anyway. Two special selfless people who help others. Happy and in
love, as they should be.
"Thank you," Kirsten said. "I'd love to."
"Shall we," Stuart said. As they started towards the lobby exit, to
Stuart's surprise, Kirsten walked over
between him and Kelly. She hooked her left arm around Stuart's arm, her right arm around
Kelly's arm and smiled.
It looks like we've made a new friend, Stuart thought. And for some reason I
just have a feeling...a true and dedicated friend.
~ Author's Notes ~
Information about Kirsten's temporal
dysplasia condition can be found at
Kelly's memories that Kirsten stitched into were from
You Only Love Twice, Kelly & Rose,
CGIS: San Francisco, The Spy Who Charmed Me
The Lady and the Diamonds.
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