Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or anything associated with it. I only own the characters I have made up. This goes for all the chapters. I don't feel like doing this every time I write a chapter.
Author's Note: I got bored with my other fic and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for months, so I decided to post it. This is a Piper/Leo fic (my first, I am so proud). Here is a short prologue:
The girls aren't witches, they are mortals. Prue died three years ago in a car accident. Grams died six years ago of a heart attack. Patty drowned when the girls were young. Paige was never adopted, she was raised with the girls. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige all live together in the manor. After Prue died, Piper moved to L.A. She recently moved back to help her sisters run P3.
The story starts with Piper in a psychiatrist's office.
"So Piper, now that's we've gone through your childhood issues, lets move on to after high school. Was there anything really traumatic that has happened in past years?"
Piper leans against the wall and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Well, there was my grandmother dieing six years ago, my sister dieing three years ago, and then there was..."
Piper looks down at the floor, ashamed of what had happened.
"You know Piper, what ever you tell me is just between us. It doesn't go in any records or anything. I'm the only person who will know."
Piper stares at the floor as she speaks.
"One night, I was driving home from Quake, a restaurant I used to work at. I got a flat tire and pulled over to the side of the road. I tried to call a tow-truck but my cell phone was dead."
Piper pauses.
"So what did you do?"
"I waved down someone. A man. He looked like a nice guy. The kind that wouldn't hurt a fly, but I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong."
She stops and looks at the psychiatrist.
"He raped me."
Piper looks back down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
"This explains why you don't talk to your father, and why you are afraid to get into a relationship with any man."
"There's something else. He didn't use a condom. I got pregnant, and gave birth to a girl, but I couldn't keep her. Not since she was conceived by a horrid crime."
"So you put her up for adoption?"
"I abandoned her. Left her on the doorstep of an orphanage outside the city. But now I wish I hadn't. I wish I had kept her."
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It is night when Piper walks out of the office building. She raises her arm to wave down a cab. A cab pulls up and she sees that the driver is a man.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just take the bus."
"Don't be sorry, ma'am. I can give you a lift."
Piper, too afraid to say no, climbs into the cab.
"Just get on the freeway and I'll tell you where to go from there."
"You got it."
Piper looks at a sign on the back of the driver's seat. It shows the driver's picture and some information, such as name, when driver's license expires, and what company he works for. The driver's name is Leo Wyatt.
Author's Note: I got bored with my other fic and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for months, so I decided to post it. This is a Piper/Leo fic (my first, I am so proud). Here is a short prologue:
The girls aren't witches, they are mortals. Prue died three years ago in a car accident. Grams died six years ago of a heart attack. Patty drowned when the girls were young. Paige was never adopted, she was raised with the girls. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige all live together in the manor. After Prue died, Piper moved to L.A. She recently moved back to help her sisters run P3.
The story starts with Piper in a psychiatrist's office.
"So Piper, now that's we've gone through your childhood issues, lets move on to after high school. Was there anything really traumatic that has happened in past years?"
Piper leans against the wall and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Well, there was my grandmother dieing six years ago, my sister dieing three years ago, and then there was..."
Piper looks down at the floor, ashamed of what had happened.
"You know Piper, what ever you tell me is just between us. It doesn't go in any records or anything. I'm the only person who will know."
Piper stares at the floor as she speaks.
"One night, I was driving home from Quake, a restaurant I used to work at. I got a flat tire and pulled over to the side of the road. I tried to call a tow-truck but my cell phone was dead."
Piper pauses.
"So what did you do?"
"I waved down someone. A man. He looked like a nice guy. The kind that wouldn't hurt a fly, but I was wrong. I couldn't have been more wrong."
She stops and looks at the psychiatrist.
"He raped me."
Piper looks back down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.
"This explains why you don't talk to your father, and why you are afraid to get into a relationship with any man."
"There's something else. He didn't use a condom. I got pregnant, and gave birth to a girl, but I couldn't keep her. Not since she was conceived by a horrid crime."
"So you put her up for adoption?"
"I abandoned her. Left her on the doorstep of an orphanage outside the city. But now I wish I hadn't. I wish I had kept her."
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It is night when Piper walks out of the office building. She raises her arm to wave down a cab. A cab pulls up and she sees that the driver is a man.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just take the bus."
"Don't be sorry, ma'am. I can give you a lift."
Piper, too afraid to say no, climbs into the cab.
"Just get on the freeway and I'll tell you where to go from there."
"You got it."
Piper looks at a sign on the back of the driver's seat. It shows the driver's picture and some information, such as name, when driver's license expires, and what company he works for. The driver's name is Leo Wyatt.