1. Moira

So, this is a series of one shots detailing events that Cate Tiernan didn't deem important enough for her books. No particular character or pairing will be at the center of this and requests are welcome. Each chapter will be 1000 words or less usually ranging around 500. This chapter came out to 690 words.

I don't own Sweep/Wicca because if I did Moira would have siblings and Hunter wouldn't have gotten on the ferry.

I looked across the table and smiled shyly at the man sitting on the other side. He was tall and broad shouldered though most of his muscle mass had wasted away due to years of hunger and disuse. His eyes were a shade of green that were clearer than my own and his blond hair was paler but every once-in-a-while I caught a physical similarity between myself and this stranger.

"Moira," a voice pulled me out of my reverie. "You're going to be late for school, honey." It was my mother, Morgan of Belwicket. And the man who sat across from me at breakfast? He's my father, Hunter Niall. Not Colm Byrne as I believed my whole life. No, the man I had loved as a father, who had raised me as his daughter, and died in a horrible car wreck nearly nine months before had married my mum knowing I wasn't his and deciding to love me anyways while my mother believed Hunter, her murin beatha dan and my biological father, to be dead. But Hunter wasn't dead, he had been held captive by an evil witch, Mum's half-sister, the daughter of Ciaran McEwan the most evil witch the world has seen in generations. My grandfather, whose relation to me I had only learned about days before meeting Hunter.

And people wonder why I have developed slight trust issues.

I quickly shoveled the rest of my cereal into my mouth much to the disgust of Hunter who teased me and Mum every chance he got about our food choices. "Gotta hurry, bye Mum," I called through a still full mouth. "Bye Hunter!" I added with a wave just before reaching the door. He was going to take some getting used to.

It was two months ago that Mum, Hunter's cousin Sky, and I sailed to the Island of Forgotten Witches, two months since Ian and I defeated a dark wave the likes of which had not been seen in twenty years. And in those two months I'd gained a house guest (I just can't call him Da) and boyfriend. Lucky me.

I rushed out the door and down to the bus stop where I had approximately two minutes to catch my breath before the bus got there to carry me to "normal" school in town. My two best friends, Tess and Vita, were there to greet me as usual. As a trio we turned to the drudgery that was the public education system.

"So, what's he like?" Tess asked as we milled about the courtyard.

"Who?" I clarified, she could be asking about Hunter or Ian who wasn't at school yet.

"Hunter, of course!" She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's not every day you get a new da."

I thought about that. "He's nice. A little quiet." I had been reluctant to talk about Hunter with my friends before and hoped they understood. Apparently my adjustment period was over.

"That's all?" Vita pressed disappointed. I had already told them about the trip to rescue him and the days leading up to the Dark Wave but didn't want to talk about Hunter until I knew what I thought about him. I mean, really thought about him, we still didn't exactly know each other.

"Well, he hates cereal, teases me about inheriting Mum's American tendencies. And he's getting his powers back. Mum says he used to be really powerful. Worked for the Old Council and all that. Not very talkative, to tell you the truth," I ducked my head unsure. "I think he'd like to really be my da. You know, marry me mum and everything." I knew that Mum loved him; I could see it whenever they were in the same room. I wanted to know and love Hunter the way I would have if it weren't for Iona, but at the same time were these feelings disloyal to Colm who had been my father in all the ways that counted?

"Do YOU want that?" Tess asked, reaching into the heart of the matter as always.

"He deserves that chance. I don't hate him, and I reckon Colm would want us to be happy." was my reply. Did I want that?