The Gemini Prophecy
The Ice Queen
Spoilers: Everything through Daddy Dearest is fair game (And I just started watching this year but I've caught up on a lot of the previous eps in reruns and if I make mistakes about the magical abilities and stuff, it's just because I didn't know)
Rating: PG-15 for language, violence
Pairings: Leo/Piper and probably some Phoebe/Cole later on but I'm not sure about that one yet
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or the characters. yada yada yada.. Trust me, if I did I wouldn't be as much in debt as I am. . I only wish Leo was... *drool* hehe Oh! But Meika, Talyn, and Jakkin are mine
Comments: Ok, so be gentle because this is my first attempt at a Charmed fic, but feedback is a MUST if I'm gonna get motivated to write more.
The Gemini Prophecy
Halliwell Manor
Present Day
"Phoebe!"
Piper's yell resonated off the walls of the manor, reaching up into the solitude of the attic, where Phoebe was. Her concentration broken by her sister's cry, Phoebe opened her eyes to find herself falling quickly to the floor. She barely managed to throw her hands out before she hit the worn, wooden boards. Piper had caught her in the middle of one of her levitation practices, which not only took patience but also extreme concentration.
In the back of her mind, Phoebe thought of berating her sister for breaking her peace-and almost her neck as she had fallen to the floor-but her mind was elsewhere as she raced down the stairs. It must have taken a lot to make Piper interrupt her and Phoebe was concerned for her sister. Now four months into her pregnancy and apparently invincible, Piper had continuously argued that she did not need the babysitting of her husband and sisters. However, that did not keep the whitelighter and witches from keeping a watchful eye over her.
Phoebe quickly ran down the stairs, jumping down the last final steps to the first floor hallway. "Piper?"
"In here," the voice answered. Phoebe had barely stopped moving as she transitioned from the stairs to the kitchen. She ran in, breathless and poised for battle, expecting something, ANYTHING in the kitchen. Instead, she found a frustrated Piper standing by the kitchen counter, a large pot and open book on the counter in front of her. Various herbs and powders covered the remainder of the countertop.
Phoebe stopped and looked around, hands still raised defensively in front of her face. "Ummm..." She looked around confused. "Am I missing something? Is it invisible or something..?" She trailed off uncertainly, throwing a look at her dark haired sibling.
Piper returned her befuddled expression, "Phoebe, what are you talking about?"
"The demon," Phoebe stated, as if it explained everything, "The demon or warlock or ghost or something that had better be here to offer a damn good explanation as to why you yelled, totally freaked me out, and interrupted my practicing."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Phoebe," Piper's face had fallen as soon as she had realized her mistake. "I forgot that you were doing your levitation thing now. And I didn't mean to freak you out. I just needed to ask you about something." As an afterthought, she added, "And why have you been so jumpy all of the time recently?"
Phoebe looked away, picking up and pretending to be interested in a random ingredient from the counter. There was no way that she was going to tell Piper about how protective they were all feeling of her and the baby. The hormones would probably kick in and Piper would end up biting her head off - it had happened before. She frantically searched for another excuse, finally coming to the one that would never fail and never be questioned.
"Oh, well, you know... I'm just worried about Cole and what he might be planning. I don't want to get caught unprepared. We're going to need the Power of Three for whenever he finally decides to show up and I don't want you having to take him on at all with just the Power of One...or I should probably say One and A Half."
She ended her comment with a raised eyebrow and a grin in her sister's direction. Piper returned the smile with a small laugh. Phoebe's relieved smile became wider at that. It had been awhile since she'd heard a genuine laugh from Piper, who had seemed to spend a lot of time recently spazzing and blowing things out of proportion. Phoebe had noticed, and she was sure that Paige had too, that there was not as much laughter in the house as there used to be. She hoped that it would change soon.
Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts, Phoebe remembered Piper's earlier statement. "So, umm, what was it that you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh.. well, I'm having a little problem with this potion I'm supposed to be working on..."
"Potion?" Phoebe questioned, once again confused. "What are ya making that for? Is there a demon around to vanquish that I didn't know about or.?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that." Piper interjected. She gave a small, dejected sigh that would have slipped by anyone else. Anyone but a sister.
Phoebe looked at her fretfully. "Hey," she asked softly, "What is it?"
Piper looked up at her and Phoebe could clearly see the doubt and worry that were lurking there. "It's just." Piper's voice caught slightly in her throat and she continued a little less shaky. Her next words came out in almost a whisper so that Phoebe almost missed them, "I'm scared." As Phoebe opened her mouth to say something, Piper cut her off. "I mean, I'm not scared of having the baby and I'm not scared of things I should be scared of like demon threats and things... I'm scared because I.. I don't think I can do this. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know what I'm doing Phoebe. I me.. I mean, when Grams came and visited us a little while ago she asked me and Leo what we had done to prepare a.and we hadn't done ANYTHING. My God, Phoebe. If she hadn't have told us, I wouldn't have known to do any of that. I...I..She's not even here yet and I already can't protect her.." Piper trailed off as her voice began to betray her emotions and the small sobs began to leak out. Phoebe was immediately next to her, wrapping her arms around her older sister.
"Shhhh, shhhh," She murmured. "It's ok, it's going to be ok." She pulled back slightly to look Piper in the eyes. "Hey, no one knows how to do it the first time. That's why we have moms and grandmoms and doctors and videos. And someone at the VERY beginning had to do this without having any clue as to what was going on. But she did it. And so can you." Piper looked at her skeptically, but at least she had stopped crying. Phoebe took it as a good sign and decided to push her luck. "Remember, when Prue was alive and you always said that as the oldest sister she was pretty much our mom?" At Piper's small nod, she continued with a supportive smile, "Well, for about a year and a half now, you've been the oldest sister, which means that you've pretty much been the 'mom' of Paige and me. And neither of us have died or been horribly disfigured or anything. So something must be going right, right?"
Piper gave a bitter laugh, shaking her head and casting her eyes downward. "That's true buuuut... oh, let's see. You've been possessed, become Queen of the Underworld, been impregnated by a demon, been severely wounded, been turned into a Mermaid... need I go on?"
A wry grin crossed Phoebe's features. "Oops, so maybe that wasn't the BEST example." Piper looked up again and flashed her a grateful smile, "You're right it wasn't THE best. But I got what you were trying to say. And it helps to know that you'll listen. Thanks."
Phoebe reached her arms up and around Piper's neck, pulling her sister in close for a warm hug. "Anytime." She released her and stepped back. Piper gave a small laugh to break the tension and wiped the last of tears that had been threatening to fall from her eyes, with the back of her hand.
"Damn these hormones for making me so emotional." Phoebe couldn't help but giggle at that statement.
"So you never answered my question, whatcha cookin?"
"Oh yea," Piper turned her attention back to the pot that had been simmering on the stove while the two had been talking. "This is... Well, it's SUPPOSED to be a protection potion, specifically for the nursery. Grams hooked me up with one of her strongest. Unfortunately," Piper growled in frustration, "it also seems to be one of her most difficult. This is about the fourth time that I've tried this and I keep getting the same nasty result. There is no way that I'm spreading something that smells like THIS anywhere near where my baby is going to be sleeping."
Phoebe stepped a little closer to the pot and immediately wanted to retreat as the raunchy, acidic smell burned her nose and eyes. "Oh my God, that's awful."
"Gee, thanks, I hadn't noticed." Piper replied sarcastically.
"Sorry," Phoebe winced apologetically. "It's just that I'm having a flashback to the times when Paige was first beginning to learn potion- making. Ahh, the colors, the smells, the explosions.." The trace of faked wistfulness in her voice made Piper chuckle as she too remembered some of the hazardous wastes that Paige had concocted as her first potions. Phoebe stopped and gained an air of seriousness again. "So what do you think is going wrong?"
"I have NO idea. If I knew that I'd fix it! But I do know that there's supposed to be a reaction after I add the wormwood but when I do it there's nothing, nada, zip! Grrr..." She raked her hands through her hair. "I know you're good at this, could you give me a hand for a while?"
Phoebe nodded. "Sure, I can do some more levitating later. First things first, let's get rid of this... 'stuff' that you have right now and just start at the beginning." Piper nodded her agreement and she reached for the pot.
Four hours later
"Geeeeeez, couldn't Grams have picked a protection that was just a LITTLE easier??" Phoebe was almost to the end of her rope. She and Piper had been working on the potion for hours. They had finally taken a break and made a few others that had to be done, but the important protection potion had not yet been created. Neither could figure out what they were doing wrong, almost a dozen failed attempts had gone down the drain, and they were now running dangerously low on the needed ingredients. She threw her hands in the air in frustration. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Piper sway slightly and she realized how long it had been since either of them had taken a break. She could have smacked herself for not realizing that the pregnant woman had been up on her feet for so long. "That's it! We're done! We're finished for the night." Piper looked over at her and merely nodded her head in agreement. They both looked around at the mess on the counter and walked away. It would get cleaned up later. It always did.
Sighing, Piper flopped down onto the couch while Phoebe snuggled up in the chair across from her. She suddenly realized how tired she was and closed her eyelids against the light of the room. Stretching across the sofa, Piper kicked off her slippers, rubbing her feet together. "Ohhhh.. A foot massage would be great right now," she murmured. She waited but didn't hear anything except Phoebe's steady, shallow breathing. She repeated, a little louder. "Oh, I'd do anything for a foot massage right about now."
Suddenly, a familiar blue light orbed into the room and Piper found herself looking into the smiling face of her husband. "Anything?" He questioned with a sly grin. "Promise?" Piper couldn't help but smiling back at him. It was contagious. And he bent down to lightly kiss her on her parted lips. Piper leaned into it hungrily and he instantly responded, deepening the kiss as a moan escaped her. What had begun as a small, chaste kiss was rapidly escalating and Leo soon realized that his control (as well as hers, he noted) was slipping away. Just then, they distinctly heard a throat clearing and, breaking apart their contact, they turned their heads to look at a smirking Phoebe. "Umm.. Not to interrupt or anything, but uhhh.. you guys do know that you're in the living room right? With all the windows open? And, more importantly, with me right here? Can't ya give me a little warning or something.....? Geez."
Piper and Leo both laughed and he pulled back away from his wife. She sighed softly at the loss of contact. Leo heard her and threw a small wink in her direction, letting her know that at a more opportune time they would most certainly pick up where they had left off. The answering seductive look on her face almost made Leo claim her lips with his again, regardless of where they were or who was there. However, he made do with picking up one of her feet instead and watching with pleasure as she sighed contentedly.
Phoebe glanced out of the darkening windows, the violet streaks of the sunset just beginning to emerge. "Where's Paige? Isn't she a little late?"
Piper nodded her head almost imperceptively, her eyes closed. "Yea..umm, late. court... custody.." She was finding it extremely hard to form coherent thoughts with a certain whitelighter manipulating her feet the way he was.
"Well, do you know when she'll be.." Suddenly, the front door banged shut and Paige came striding into the room. Phoebe smiled wearily at her, "Wow, nice timing. You sure you don't have a gift of telepathy?"
"Yea right, I wish." Paige plopped down in the chair next to Phoebe's. "Then I would know what was going through that IDIOT judge's mind today in court. Oh, this has SOOO not been a good day." She ended her sentence with a pout and an exasperated sigh.
Paige was content to sit in silence with the two of her sisters. It wasn't often that relaxation came to the manor and they all intended to enjoy it as much as possible. By this point, Piper was soundly asleep on the sofa and the others were not far behind her. Leo gently placed his wife's feet back on the cushions and silently rose to stand next to her. Phoebe opened her eyes blearily at the movement and Leo raised his finger in front of his lips to shush her. He bent over and placed his arms beneath his sleeping wife, preparing to orb her upstairs. She would have one helluva backache tomorrow if he left her there all night.
The familiar blue lights had just begun to swirl around the two forms when a deafening crack of thunder shook the room. The three witches were immediately awake, Piper smacking her head into her husband as she sat up straight. Phoebe and Paige, on the other hand, had jumped up to their feet partially asleep and thoroughly confused.
Clouds had formed over there heads, just below the room's ceiling. The smoky substance swirled until it came into the shape of a purple vortex. Phoebe immediately grimaced. "Ohhh crap!" She exclaimed over the vortex's wind. "Is that what I think it is..?"
"Yup." Piper shouted back to her. "Looks like one of those time vortex thingys. Leo!" She turned slightly towards her husband. "Did you or the Elders know anything about this?" Her voice held a warning tone, daring him to answer in the positive. Unlike the last time this had happened however, Leo was at a complete loss. He merely shrugged his shoulders at her accusation and held up his hands in mock surrender.
Another crack thundered through the room and something fell through the vortex, crashing onto and through the coffee table. Just as suddenly as it had appeared the wormhole closed leaving nothing behind except the unconscious figure on the floor.
TBC...
That was mostly to set up the rest of the story. More'll be happening in the next chapter.
Love it? Like it? Hate it? You GOTTA let me know or I'm not writing any more... Feedback is a necessary evil!!
The Ice Queen
Spoilers: Everything through Daddy Dearest is fair game (And I just started watching this year but I've caught up on a lot of the previous eps in reruns and if I make mistakes about the magical abilities and stuff, it's just because I didn't know)
Rating: PG-15 for language, violence
Pairings: Leo/Piper and probably some Phoebe/Cole later on but I'm not sure about that one yet
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or the characters. yada yada yada.. Trust me, if I did I wouldn't be as much in debt as I am. . I only wish Leo was... *drool* hehe Oh! But Meika, Talyn, and Jakkin are mine
Comments: Ok, so be gentle because this is my first attempt at a Charmed fic, but feedback is a MUST if I'm gonna get motivated to write more.
The Gemini Prophecy
Halliwell Manor
Present Day
"Phoebe!"
Piper's yell resonated off the walls of the manor, reaching up into the solitude of the attic, where Phoebe was. Her concentration broken by her sister's cry, Phoebe opened her eyes to find herself falling quickly to the floor. She barely managed to throw her hands out before she hit the worn, wooden boards. Piper had caught her in the middle of one of her levitation practices, which not only took patience but also extreme concentration.
In the back of her mind, Phoebe thought of berating her sister for breaking her peace-and almost her neck as she had fallen to the floor-but her mind was elsewhere as she raced down the stairs. It must have taken a lot to make Piper interrupt her and Phoebe was concerned for her sister. Now four months into her pregnancy and apparently invincible, Piper had continuously argued that she did not need the babysitting of her husband and sisters. However, that did not keep the whitelighter and witches from keeping a watchful eye over her.
Phoebe quickly ran down the stairs, jumping down the last final steps to the first floor hallway. "Piper?"
"In here," the voice answered. Phoebe had barely stopped moving as she transitioned from the stairs to the kitchen. She ran in, breathless and poised for battle, expecting something, ANYTHING in the kitchen. Instead, she found a frustrated Piper standing by the kitchen counter, a large pot and open book on the counter in front of her. Various herbs and powders covered the remainder of the countertop.
Phoebe stopped and looked around, hands still raised defensively in front of her face. "Ummm..." She looked around confused. "Am I missing something? Is it invisible or something..?" She trailed off uncertainly, throwing a look at her dark haired sibling.
Piper returned her befuddled expression, "Phoebe, what are you talking about?"
"The demon," Phoebe stated, as if it explained everything, "The demon or warlock or ghost or something that had better be here to offer a damn good explanation as to why you yelled, totally freaked me out, and interrupted my practicing."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Phoebe," Piper's face had fallen as soon as she had realized her mistake. "I forgot that you were doing your levitation thing now. And I didn't mean to freak you out. I just needed to ask you about something." As an afterthought, she added, "And why have you been so jumpy all of the time recently?"
Phoebe looked away, picking up and pretending to be interested in a random ingredient from the counter. There was no way that she was going to tell Piper about how protective they were all feeling of her and the baby. The hormones would probably kick in and Piper would end up biting her head off - it had happened before. She frantically searched for another excuse, finally coming to the one that would never fail and never be questioned.
"Oh, well, you know... I'm just worried about Cole and what he might be planning. I don't want to get caught unprepared. We're going to need the Power of Three for whenever he finally decides to show up and I don't want you having to take him on at all with just the Power of One...or I should probably say One and A Half."
She ended her comment with a raised eyebrow and a grin in her sister's direction. Piper returned the smile with a small laugh. Phoebe's relieved smile became wider at that. It had been awhile since she'd heard a genuine laugh from Piper, who had seemed to spend a lot of time recently spazzing and blowing things out of proportion. Phoebe had noticed, and she was sure that Paige had too, that there was not as much laughter in the house as there used to be. She hoped that it would change soon.
Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts, Phoebe remembered Piper's earlier statement. "So, umm, what was it that you wanted to ask me?"
"Oh.. well, I'm having a little problem with this potion I'm supposed to be working on..."
"Potion?" Phoebe questioned, once again confused. "What are ya making that for? Is there a demon around to vanquish that I didn't know about or.?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that." Piper interjected. She gave a small, dejected sigh that would have slipped by anyone else. Anyone but a sister.
Phoebe looked at her fretfully. "Hey," she asked softly, "What is it?"
Piper looked up at her and Phoebe could clearly see the doubt and worry that were lurking there. "It's just." Piper's voice caught slightly in her throat and she continued a little less shaky. Her next words came out in almost a whisper so that Phoebe almost missed them, "I'm scared." As Phoebe opened her mouth to say something, Piper cut her off. "I mean, I'm not scared of having the baby and I'm not scared of things I should be scared of like demon threats and things... I'm scared because I.. I don't think I can do this. I'll be the first to admit that I don't know what I'm doing Phoebe. I me.. I mean, when Grams came and visited us a little while ago she asked me and Leo what we had done to prepare a.and we hadn't done ANYTHING. My God, Phoebe. If she hadn't have told us, I wouldn't have known to do any of that. I...I..She's not even here yet and I already can't protect her.." Piper trailed off as her voice began to betray her emotions and the small sobs began to leak out. Phoebe was immediately next to her, wrapping her arms around her older sister.
"Shhhh, shhhh," She murmured. "It's ok, it's going to be ok." She pulled back slightly to look Piper in the eyes. "Hey, no one knows how to do it the first time. That's why we have moms and grandmoms and doctors and videos. And someone at the VERY beginning had to do this without having any clue as to what was going on. But she did it. And so can you." Piper looked at her skeptically, but at least she had stopped crying. Phoebe took it as a good sign and decided to push her luck. "Remember, when Prue was alive and you always said that as the oldest sister she was pretty much our mom?" At Piper's small nod, she continued with a supportive smile, "Well, for about a year and a half now, you've been the oldest sister, which means that you've pretty much been the 'mom' of Paige and me. And neither of us have died or been horribly disfigured or anything. So something must be going right, right?"
Piper gave a bitter laugh, shaking her head and casting her eyes downward. "That's true buuuut... oh, let's see. You've been possessed, become Queen of the Underworld, been impregnated by a demon, been severely wounded, been turned into a Mermaid... need I go on?"
A wry grin crossed Phoebe's features. "Oops, so maybe that wasn't the BEST example." Piper looked up again and flashed her a grateful smile, "You're right it wasn't THE best. But I got what you were trying to say. And it helps to know that you'll listen. Thanks."
Phoebe reached her arms up and around Piper's neck, pulling her sister in close for a warm hug. "Anytime." She released her and stepped back. Piper gave a small laugh to break the tension and wiped the last of tears that had been threatening to fall from her eyes, with the back of her hand.
"Damn these hormones for making me so emotional." Phoebe couldn't help but giggle at that statement.
"So you never answered my question, whatcha cookin?"
"Oh yea," Piper turned her attention back to the pot that had been simmering on the stove while the two had been talking. "This is... Well, it's SUPPOSED to be a protection potion, specifically for the nursery. Grams hooked me up with one of her strongest. Unfortunately," Piper growled in frustration, "it also seems to be one of her most difficult. This is about the fourth time that I've tried this and I keep getting the same nasty result. There is no way that I'm spreading something that smells like THIS anywhere near where my baby is going to be sleeping."
Phoebe stepped a little closer to the pot and immediately wanted to retreat as the raunchy, acidic smell burned her nose and eyes. "Oh my God, that's awful."
"Gee, thanks, I hadn't noticed." Piper replied sarcastically.
"Sorry," Phoebe winced apologetically. "It's just that I'm having a flashback to the times when Paige was first beginning to learn potion- making. Ahh, the colors, the smells, the explosions.." The trace of faked wistfulness in her voice made Piper chuckle as she too remembered some of the hazardous wastes that Paige had concocted as her first potions. Phoebe stopped and gained an air of seriousness again. "So what do you think is going wrong?"
"I have NO idea. If I knew that I'd fix it! But I do know that there's supposed to be a reaction after I add the wormwood but when I do it there's nothing, nada, zip! Grrr..." She raked her hands through her hair. "I know you're good at this, could you give me a hand for a while?"
Phoebe nodded. "Sure, I can do some more levitating later. First things first, let's get rid of this... 'stuff' that you have right now and just start at the beginning." Piper nodded her agreement and she reached for the pot.
Four hours later
"Geeeeeez, couldn't Grams have picked a protection that was just a LITTLE easier??" Phoebe was almost to the end of her rope. She and Piper had been working on the potion for hours. They had finally taken a break and made a few others that had to be done, but the important protection potion had not yet been created. Neither could figure out what they were doing wrong, almost a dozen failed attempts had gone down the drain, and they were now running dangerously low on the needed ingredients. She threw her hands in the air in frustration. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Piper sway slightly and she realized how long it had been since either of them had taken a break. She could have smacked herself for not realizing that the pregnant woman had been up on her feet for so long. "That's it! We're done! We're finished for the night." Piper looked over at her and merely nodded her head in agreement. They both looked around at the mess on the counter and walked away. It would get cleaned up later. It always did.
Sighing, Piper flopped down onto the couch while Phoebe snuggled up in the chair across from her. She suddenly realized how tired she was and closed her eyelids against the light of the room. Stretching across the sofa, Piper kicked off her slippers, rubbing her feet together. "Ohhhh.. A foot massage would be great right now," she murmured. She waited but didn't hear anything except Phoebe's steady, shallow breathing. She repeated, a little louder. "Oh, I'd do anything for a foot massage right about now."
Suddenly, a familiar blue light orbed into the room and Piper found herself looking into the smiling face of her husband. "Anything?" He questioned with a sly grin. "Promise?" Piper couldn't help but smiling back at him. It was contagious. And he bent down to lightly kiss her on her parted lips. Piper leaned into it hungrily and he instantly responded, deepening the kiss as a moan escaped her. What had begun as a small, chaste kiss was rapidly escalating and Leo soon realized that his control (as well as hers, he noted) was slipping away. Just then, they distinctly heard a throat clearing and, breaking apart their contact, they turned their heads to look at a smirking Phoebe. "Umm.. Not to interrupt or anything, but uhhh.. you guys do know that you're in the living room right? With all the windows open? And, more importantly, with me right here? Can't ya give me a little warning or something.....? Geez."
Piper and Leo both laughed and he pulled back away from his wife. She sighed softly at the loss of contact. Leo heard her and threw a small wink in her direction, letting her know that at a more opportune time they would most certainly pick up where they had left off. The answering seductive look on her face almost made Leo claim her lips with his again, regardless of where they were or who was there. However, he made do with picking up one of her feet instead and watching with pleasure as she sighed contentedly.
Phoebe glanced out of the darkening windows, the violet streaks of the sunset just beginning to emerge. "Where's Paige? Isn't she a little late?"
Piper nodded her head almost imperceptively, her eyes closed. "Yea..umm, late. court... custody.." She was finding it extremely hard to form coherent thoughts with a certain whitelighter manipulating her feet the way he was.
"Well, do you know when she'll be.." Suddenly, the front door banged shut and Paige came striding into the room. Phoebe smiled wearily at her, "Wow, nice timing. You sure you don't have a gift of telepathy?"
"Yea right, I wish." Paige plopped down in the chair next to Phoebe's. "Then I would know what was going through that IDIOT judge's mind today in court. Oh, this has SOOO not been a good day." She ended her sentence with a pout and an exasperated sigh.
Paige was content to sit in silence with the two of her sisters. It wasn't often that relaxation came to the manor and they all intended to enjoy it as much as possible. By this point, Piper was soundly asleep on the sofa and the others were not far behind her. Leo gently placed his wife's feet back on the cushions and silently rose to stand next to her. Phoebe opened her eyes blearily at the movement and Leo raised his finger in front of his lips to shush her. He bent over and placed his arms beneath his sleeping wife, preparing to orb her upstairs. She would have one helluva backache tomorrow if he left her there all night.
The familiar blue lights had just begun to swirl around the two forms when a deafening crack of thunder shook the room. The three witches were immediately awake, Piper smacking her head into her husband as she sat up straight. Phoebe and Paige, on the other hand, had jumped up to their feet partially asleep and thoroughly confused.
Clouds had formed over there heads, just below the room's ceiling. The smoky substance swirled until it came into the shape of a purple vortex. Phoebe immediately grimaced. "Ohhh crap!" She exclaimed over the vortex's wind. "Is that what I think it is..?"
"Yup." Piper shouted back to her. "Looks like one of those time vortex thingys. Leo!" She turned slightly towards her husband. "Did you or the Elders know anything about this?" Her voice held a warning tone, daring him to answer in the positive. Unlike the last time this had happened however, Leo was at a complete loss. He merely shrugged his shoulders at her accusation and held up his hands in mock surrender.
Another crack thundered through the room and something fell through the vortex, crashing onto and through the coffee table. Just as suddenly as it had appeared the wormhole closed leaving nothing behind except the unconscious figure on the floor.
TBC...
That was mostly to set up the rest of the story. More'll be happening in the next chapter.
Love it? Like it? Hate it? You GOTTA let me know or I'm not writing any more... Feedback is a necessary evil!!