like a psychotic rainbow (raindroproses) wrote,
like a psychotic rainbow

FF: Confused Memories, Part 12

Title: Confused Memories (12/?)

Author: raindroproses

Rating: PG-13
Category: Drama, Romance, crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)

Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.

Chapter 12: In which explanations are made

Webb ran his fingers through his hair. "Once upon a time--"

"Don't be smart with me, Webb. I have no qualms about hitting you again."

"Fine. This is a story--"


He sighed. "Okay. Sarah and I met at the Aurory. She was... amazing. Even after her trouble with her father and her alcoholism, she rose above that to become top of our class."

"Wait. Mac's..."

"A witch, AJ. Yes. Both sides, actually. Her father was a Squib--that was why he hated Sarah's mother so much. She was a witch--and a pretty strong one, too. Unfortunately, she didn't have such a strong will, and allowed him to run her life. Eventually, she ran away, leaving Sarah--well, you know that part." AJ nodded, and Clay continued. "Sarah's grandmother--paternal grandmother--was a Cherokee medicine woman. She was the only person Sarah's father honestly respected. She insisted that Sarah be allowed to remain at Salem to finish her studies. But when she returned home from school... well, that was when she resorted to..." Clay cleared his throat. "Anyway, she dried out and went to the Aurory.

"We met in Curses and Jinxes. She was the only one who was able to completely throw off the Imperius Curse the first day. Probably because she had practice with complete self-control... She didn't flaunt her abilities, either. Just got up and went on to the next lesson." Clay smiled as he remembered...


"Hi. I'm Clayton Webb," Clay greeted the beautiful witch with a smile.

She eyed him suspiciously. "Sarah MacKenzie," she said, nodding curtly.

"That was amazing, what you did today. Do you think you could teach me to do that?"

"I don't know if it can be taught."

"That's okay. I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you." He grinned as he won a small smile from the reserved woman.

"I would be glad to try. Of course, you'll have to teach me how you snuck up on the professor like that. I thought she would hex you into oblivion!"

"Oh, that." Clayton waved a hand dismissively. "That's easy."

"Then you should have no problem teaching me."

Clay smirked. "I guess not."


"It took a while for Sarah to trust me," AJ snorted at this, "but I finally won her over."

"I'm sure your skill with Silencing Charms was what did it."

"I like to think it was my natural charm." AJ rolled his eyes. "Anyway, since we worked together so well, we were made partners. Actually, I was the one who came up with her nickname..."


"Sarah! Hey, MacKenzie! Wait up!" Clay ran down the hall, levitating his books behind him. "MacKenzie! Mac! Stop!"

She turned around. "What is it, Clay?" she asked irritably.

"So you don't respond to your name, but you'll turn when I call you 'Mac'? Huh. I'll just have to remember that," he said, smirking.

"Look, you jerk--"

"Ooh, I get a nickname, too?"

"If you don't go away and let me take a shower--alone--I will hex you into the next century."

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. You'd think a little Summoning Spell wouldn't cause quite so much havoc. How did he get here, anyway?"

"You know his father paid his way. He's a legacy. Clay, I really need to get this dye out of my hair. Why did he have to Summon the magic-resistant coloring?" she huffed.

"Go take your shower, Mac," Clay said, smiling sympathetically. "I'll have some hot chocolate ready for you when you're done."

"Thanks, Clay. And don't call me that!"

"Sure thing, Mac!" he called after her. He ducked, laughing, as a Bat-Bogey Hex came flying his way.


Clay chuckled. "She hated that nickname. I'm surprised she remembered it."

"Wait. What do you mean, 'remembered it'?"

Clay sobered. "I'm getting there, AJ. Sarah had an ability no other witch or wizard in our class did."

"She was a Seer."

"That's right. You never were comfortable with her Sight, were you?" Clay asked.

AJ shrugged. "It's not something you expect of someone you think is a Muggle, Webb. Of course I was uncomfortable. That type of unrestrained power can cause problems."

"I know. Believe me, I know..."


"Ah!" Sarah cried, holding her head.

"Sarah? What's wrong? You okay?" Clay asked concernedly. He went to pull her hands down, but she backed away.

"Mac, do you need to see a Healer? What's wrong? Come on, Mac, talk to me!"

Sarah began breathing raggedly. "Don't go to dinner tonight, Clay."

"What? But--"

"Please, Clay. Trust me. Don't go. I'll stay with you." Her agitation was visible.

"Okay. I won't go."


"What had she seen?" AJ asked.

"My goblet--well, the one meant for me--had been poisoned. But instead of me, Laura Valenti died in my place. Sarah felt so guilty about that. She hated her Sight. But she used it when it was necessary.

"The last case we worked on together was a kidnapping case. Olivia DeSoto, nine years old, kidnapped from her bedroom."

"Wait. DeSoto? As in--"

"The Secretary of Magic's granddaughter, yes. He stepped down after that happened. The wizarding world was in an uproar after she disappeared. The amount of wards on that house--it took two months to figure out exactly how they had been breached in such a short amount of time.

"Sarah realized, as soon as we got the case, she would have to use her Sight. We had nearly become a last resort for the department--if they couldn't solve a case, they would come to us and see if Sarah could help. She didn't want to do it, but she tried.

"The DeSotos brought Olivia's favorite robe to Sarah, so she could anchor her visions on something. She refused to tell me exactly what she saw, but gave the search party Olivia's location and perpetrator's name." Clayton stopped, closing his eyes.

"I never blamed her for what happened next, but she did. We Apparated just outside of the area where the guy was expected to be. Our Cursebreakers got to work immediately, taking down the wards on the house as quickly as possible.

"When we finally got inside, we saw Olivia, lying in the middle of the floor. I rushed over to her. I forgot the first thing we learned at the Aurory--always make sure you've cast a Protection Charm before going onto a crime scene.

"I was hit square in the back by a Dark curse. I still don't know what it was--but it slowly began to sap me of my magic. Imagine knowing you were slowly becoming a Squib.

"Sarah was devastated when she found out. I tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault, but she refused to listen. She went to our supervisor, Michael Delaney, and asked to resign. She begged him, and he finally granted her request. She was Obliviated. You know the rest."

"My God," AJ breathed. "She doesn't even know that she's a witch?"

Clayton shook his head. "Not that I'm aware. I've kept tabs on her ever since."

"You've been in love her with her ever since," AJ stated.

"Yes, I have," Clay admitted. "Not that you can blame me, can you, Admiral?"

AJ glared at him. Clay smirked. "I thought so."

"What are you planning to do now, Webb? Do you even have the power to track her down?"

"Me? No. I don't have that much strength. Not to send out a Location Charm of that magnitude. But I had someone else do so, and she said that Sarah is somewhere in Great Britain."

"I could've told you that, Webb."

"I'm sure you could've, AJ. And that's why I need you to help me."

"Help you what, exactly?"

"Bring Sarah back."

AJ raised an eyebrow. "Webb, you do realize that it's my Chief of Staff who's missing? I can't go gallivanting halfway across the world and abandon JAG."

"Who says you are?"

"What? Webb, you'd better make sense soon, or I will have you thrown out."

"I just came from the SecNav's office. He and the SecMag have struck a bargain--you have a week to arrange everything here, then we head for Britain." Webb paused, reassessing his plan. The anger radiating from the older man was making him feel uneasy.

"Webb, tell me you didn't just manipulate my life."

Touching his nose, Webb edged away. "Sorry, AJ."

AJ clenched his fists--then sighed. "No, you're not." He shook his head resignedly. "What do I tell Turner?"

"Whatever you want. It's not like he'll question you. Much, anyway."

AJ glared at Clay halfheartedly. "Fine. I'll go. Now get out before I give in to the urge to--"

"Break my nose again. Yeah, yeah. That threat is really getting old, you know." Webb stood. "It was great to see you again, AJ."

AJ snorted. "Please, Webb. Don't start with the pleasantries now."

"Okay, I won't, you son-of-a-bitch."

AJ grinned. "That's better, you suspicious bastard."

Clay laughed, closing the door as he left.
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