DISCLAIMER
WE DON'T OWN CHARMED, WE OWN CHRIS THOUGH. HANDS OFF! DON'T SUE ME, I HAVE NO MONEY...
In this story, Chris doesn't die, Gideon is killed in a brutal accident, Bianca is reborn to be killed, and Leo isn't an elder.
Piper sat on the couch in the living room of the Halliwell manor. She was flipping through some papers for P3.
"Bills, bills, bills. And look, more bills," Piper muttered to herself.
"Everything all right?"
Piper looked up to see Paige standing in front of her wearing a big floppy hairnet over her dark hair.
"Yeah, but what the heck are you wearing?" Piper said staring at the ghastly hairnet, appalled.
"Ugh," groaned Paige, ripping of the net. "Another temp job."
"Again? Paige, honey, you have a degree. Can't you get a steady job?" Piper asked, gently.
"That's just it!" Paige exclaimed. "I can't! It's so unfair! You and Phoebe get steady jobs, but me? I have to work temp jobs every few seconds!"
"Whoa, calm down, girl," Piper said easing herself of the chair, wincing slightly as she felt the pins and needles crackle though her feet. She put a comforting arm around Paige.
"Why don't you get a steady job?"
"Because of all the demons-"
"The demonic activity has been smooth sailing for the past few weeks! That's hardly an excuse, Paige," Piper said.
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts, Paige. You're getting a job and you're getting one now," Piper said, decidedly.
"There's a little flaw in your plan, big sis. See, I've tried to get a job," Paige winced slightly.
"What do you mean?" Piper asked suspiciously.
"Well... I've been looking for a job for quite a while now. But-"
"You've been snubbed?" Piper asked sympathetically.
Paige looked away.
"Look, I'll tell you what. I need a massive holiday. So, why don't you manage P3?" Piper asked.
"Really?" Paige asked, looking surprised. It was unusually generous of Piper to let anybody near her club.
"Really," Piper replied.
"Okay, so that goes over there, and that's goes over there," Paige instructed the burly man who was helping her move some items she had purchased of the Net into P3.
'Piper's gonna' be so psyched!' Paige thought excitedly to herself.
"Paige?"
Paige whirled around.
"Piper!"
"What's going on here?" Piper said. She was standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the club.
"Ermm... Surprise?" Paige said weakly.
"Paige Matthews! What on earth is going on here?"
"Well, I thought P3 needed some err... revamping," Paige said.
She hung her head. Piper sighed. She opened her mouth to yell her out.
'I gave her this job. I don't want her to think she's gone and fluffed it,' she thought.
She snapped her mouth then opened it again. "Great," she mumbled, smiling faintly.
Paige's eyes lit up and she beamed up at Piper.
'Well, I think I did the right thing,' Piper thought.
"Oh yeah, Paige?" she said.
Paige who had been talking to one of the movers turned around.
"Yeah?" her eyes were still bright and her face was flushed happily.
"I booked a band for P3 three days from now. McFly. Can you please confirm the booking?" Piper asked.
"McFly?" Paige wrinkled her nose. "Ugh."
"They're really good," Piper said.
Piper tried to refrain from rolling her eyes. Paige was so dense sometimes.
"Mm," said Paige, distractedly. She had gone back to directing the movers.
"Well, see you later Paige," Piper said.
She walked up the stairs.
"Hey," Phoebe said walking into the study.
Chris who was standing in the middle of the attic in front of the BOS looked up and nodded.
"What's up?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing much," Chris replied. "Just looking up a potion to restore a witch's powers," he looked up at Phoebe meaningfully.
Phoebe rolled her eyes.
"Chris! I don't want my powers back!" Phoebe said.
"Well, better be prepared in case you change your mind."
He turned his attention back to the book. "Fine, fine," Phoebe said, giving up. "I'm going to get a coffee," she yawned. "Need some caffeine. Ugh."
"Kay," Chris replied distractedly.
Phoebe walked out of the attic door.
Chris continued flipping through the book. Suddenly he felt a presence in the attic with him. He looked up. Standing in front of him wearing a black leather bustier and black leather pants, was Bianca.
WE DON'T OWN CHARMED, WE OWN CHRIS THOUGH. HANDS OFF! DON'T SUE ME, I HAVE NO MONEY...
In this story, Chris doesn't die, Gideon is killed in a brutal accident, Bianca is reborn to be killed, and Leo isn't an elder.
Piper sat on the couch in the living room of the Halliwell manor. She was flipping through some papers for P3.
"Bills, bills, bills. And look, more bills," Piper muttered to herself.
"Everything all right?"
Piper looked up to see Paige standing in front of her wearing a big floppy hairnet over her dark hair.
"Yeah, but what the heck are you wearing?" Piper said staring at the ghastly hairnet, appalled.
"Ugh," groaned Paige, ripping of the net. "Another temp job."
"Again? Paige, honey, you have a degree. Can't you get a steady job?" Piper asked, gently.
"That's just it!" Paige exclaimed. "I can't! It's so unfair! You and Phoebe get steady jobs, but me? I have to work temp jobs every few seconds!"
"Whoa, calm down, girl," Piper said easing herself of the chair, wincing slightly as she felt the pins and needles crackle though her feet. She put a comforting arm around Paige.
"Why don't you get a steady job?"
"Because of all the demons-"
"The demonic activity has been smooth sailing for the past few weeks! That's hardly an excuse, Paige," Piper said.
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts, Paige. You're getting a job and you're getting one now," Piper said, decidedly.
"There's a little flaw in your plan, big sis. See, I've tried to get a job," Paige winced slightly.
"What do you mean?" Piper asked suspiciously.
"Well... I've been looking for a job for quite a while now. But-"
"You've been snubbed?" Piper asked sympathetically.
Paige looked away.
"Look, I'll tell you what. I need a massive holiday. So, why don't you manage P3?" Piper asked.
"Really?" Paige asked, looking surprised. It was unusually generous of Piper to let anybody near her club.
"Really," Piper replied.
"Okay, so that goes over there, and that's goes over there," Paige instructed the burly man who was helping her move some items she had purchased of the Net into P3.
'Piper's gonna' be so psyched!' Paige thought excitedly to herself.
"Paige?"
Paige whirled around.
"Piper!"
"What's going on here?" Piper said. She was standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the club.
"Ermm... Surprise?" Paige said weakly.
"Paige Matthews! What on earth is going on here?"
"Well, I thought P3 needed some err... revamping," Paige said.
She hung her head. Piper sighed. She opened her mouth to yell her out.
'I gave her this job. I don't want her to think she's gone and fluffed it,' she thought.
She snapped her mouth then opened it again. "Great," she mumbled, smiling faintly.
Paige's eyes lit up and she beamed up at Piper.
'Well, I think I did the right thing,' Piper thought.
"Oh yeah, Paige?" she said.
Paige who had been talking to one of the movers turned around.
"Yeah?" her eyes were still bright and her face was flushed happily.
"I booked a band for P3 three days from now. McFly. Can you please confirm the booking?" Piper asked.
"McFly?" Paige wrinkled her nose. "Ugh."
"They're really good," Piper said.
Piper tried to refrain from rolling her eyes. Paige was so dense sometimes.
"Mm," said Paige, distractedly. She had gone back to directing the movers.
"Well, see you later Paige," Piper said.
She walked up the stairs.
"Hey," Phoebe said walking into the study.
Chris who was standing in the middle of the attic in front of the BOS looked up and nodded.
"What's up?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing much," Chris replied. "Just looking up a potion to restore a witch's powers," he looked up at Phoebe meaningfully.
Phoebe rolled her eyes.
"Chris! I don't want my powers back!" Phoebe said.
"Well, better be prepared in case you change your mind."
He turned his attention back to the book. "Fine, fine," Phoebe said, giving up. "I'm going to get a coffee," she yawned. "Need some caffeine. Ugh."
"Kay," Chris replied distractedly.
Phoebe walked out of the attic door.
Chris continued flipping through the book. Suddenly he felt a presence in the attic with him. He looked up. Standing in front of him wearing a black leather bustier and black leather pants, was Bianca.