This is my first FanFiction, so I'm just setting this out as a test to whether people like my writing style or not. I have a good idea of where I would like this story to go, but if you guys don't like it, I won't continue. Just a forewarning, this story, if continued, will contain a Phillie relationship, so if you have a problem with that, don't start reading. I know the idea has been done somewhat before, but I don't think there are enough Phillie fics out there. Please do review, and if you want to say something bad, please make it constructive. If you like it, I might like to hear some suggestions on what you would like to see happen. I can't promise that it will, but I like to know what my audience thinks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or any of the locations or characters, but a girl can dream.
Unexpected Love
Chapter 1: A New Beginning
Phoebe's POV
My mind flashed the thoughts of the past several days through my mind once again. Why did I feel so guilty? We were only doing what we were born to do, fighting evil to save the lives of innocent people. As I watched the lightning crashing through the streets of San Francisco, I couldn't help but wonder how Billie could even stand to be around my sisters and me anymore. Just after the battle between the Ultimate Power and us, the Charmed Ones, Piper had disowned the one person that would have the courage to kill her own sister for the good of, well, good. Billie had been devastated when she had to kill her sister, and let's face it, Piper, Paige, and I would never have been able to do that.
I took another glance at the clock: 2:30 in the morning. All these sleepless night were really starting to get to me, but I couldn't risk having that dream again. I started to stand up to make myself yet another cup of coffee, when my legs gave in.
I slumped back on the couch just waiting for that terrible memory to ruin my dreams yet again.
The next thing I knew, I was watching Christie send that fireball at Billie. I wanted so badly to be in control of my dream self and save Billie from having to kill her sister, but since this was a memory, I had no control. I stood there, my mind wandering, until I heard someone collapse beside me. I knew this part all too well. Billie was in pure agony, and there was nothing I could do to help her. I don't know why I cared so much. My sisters said I should have been angry with her for fighting against us. Maybe I cared because I thought of her like a sister, but then again, maybe I cared for a much deeper reason. No, I can't think like that. Billie is just like another little sister, nothing more!
I watched as we arrived at the manor, and Piper started yelling at the poor girl. I just wanted to scoop her up in my arms, but I knew I couldn't. I had to just watch as both her and my heart broke. Next up was Billie storming out the house yelling that 'she had killed her own sister for mine, and that they should forgive her but no, they were too selfish'.
Then, time flew by to later that evening when Billie came around to my condo in tears. As I opened the door, she dropped to her knees crying that she couldn't take it anymore, and just needed a friend to turn to. This time, I swept her into my arms and stood there letting her cry on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her hair as I noticed the gorgeous scent in it that could only belong to Billie. Ok, I have got to stop this; I am not attracted to Billie. But the thoughts in my mind were quickly ignored as I enjoyed the sensation of Billie in my arms. Suddenly, I heard Billie say that she was glad I wasn't like my sister's right now, and I offered to let her stay the night.
This time, I woke up with a smile on my face. I finally got past the bad parts, and maybe, things were looking up.
I looked over at the clock; it was 5:30. Well, I might as well get ready for my day. As I went to get dressed in my room, I decided to check on Billie. She was fast asleep in her room, and I went up to sit on her bed for a bit. I soon found that I was lost in thought while running my fingers through her hair. I snapped out of it, and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. I walked into my room as I started to think to myself. Well she is pretty gorgeous, but I'll have to keep that to myself. There is no way that Billie could ever think the same way about me.
Billie's POV
I woke up to the sound of my door clicking closed. Phoebe must have been in here. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of my best friend, Phoebe. Despite all that I had been through, if I was around Phoebe, I felt so safe and protected like nothing could ever go wrong.
I looked outside the window and saw that it was still dark. Whether that was because of the time or the thunderstorm brewing near the bay, I couldn't tell. "Uh, well it already looks like a miserable enough day, I think I'll just stay in bed," I muttered to myself as I snuggled back into my covers and drifted back into dreamland.
Every time I dreamt, all I could see was the one person I cared about more than anything. It didn't even freak me out that this was a woman, because since the day I met her, I knew that I was crushing on her. "Phoebe," I grinned as I saw her. One of these days, I was going to get the courage to tell her how I felt, but for now, I had to be satisfied with dream Phoebe. I knew that this Phoebe liked me as she walked over and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss.
Why can't the real Phoebe stop her man hunt long enough to notice me? More importantly, why does Coop keep on passing me over as her true love? I like her, but I guess she'll never like me. I pulled a puppy dog pout as I came to realization that I was crushing on an unreal target. Phoebe is one hundred percent straight, and would never consider a woman like me. I tried to get it into my brain, but something told me to hold back and wait. Maybe there was a chance. I knew that idea was crazy, but I didn't want to give up my hope.