Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.
Another fic that i co-wrote with my friend Maineaic. Though I ended up finishing it, she was right there guiding my muse...If you have read the Satan series you will know that when we started to write that it was supposed to be a 'little camping' trip...Well when we finshed that series we decided, Hey why don't we do our little camping trip now. So here is the 'little camping' trip...Enjoy
Pursuit. The act of following or seeking; chase. As the pursuit of a game. It can be a single thing or a vicious circle. You are pursuing someone who in turn is pursuing someone else, and then back to the first pursuer.
This is a story of just that kind of vicious circle that can occur in the lives of any one or more person. What do you do when you find out that you are the one that is being pursued and yet you too are pursuing someone? Do you stop your pursuit to fend off those pursuing you? Or do you keep going on your own quest. It is something that only you can decide. But can you decide in time?
Andy Trudeau looked at the prisoner he was to transport back to San Francisco and then back at the sheet of paper in his hand. For three years he had eluded the police, killing up and down the western seaboard till one little mistake brought about his down fall.
He had stopped over night at a motel in the small town of Wilco, unaware that the car he had stolen from the old man he killed was in turn already stolen. One careless mistake and they had caught him.
Signing the release papers, giving him custody of the prisoner, he felt a shudder run up his spine as he remembered the site of the killers last victims in the Bay area.
He had thought he had seen it all, helping Prue and her sisters hide their involvement with some of his cases until he had been called to the apartment of a woman by the name of Julia Walker. Her body, beaten to a bloody mess, had been propped up in her living room, as though she was waiting for someone to join her for tea. It was the note that caused him the most grief, for the killer had described, in detail, how and why he did it, taunting the police to catch him, but as always, he had eluded them.
Getting into the driver's seat, Andy started the engine, aware of the man behind him staring at him, yet he never made a sound. Grateful for the bulletproof glass that separated them, because otherwise, he knew he would have tried something. He had not eluded them for so long with out learning how to plan an escape.
"Prue, Piper, are you two ready yet?" Phoebe yelled from the foyer, looking over her pack one last time.
They had been planning this trip for weeks now. Getting vacation time to spend together, away from the city, and the guys, needing to spend quality time with each other, had not been easy. Now, it was time to go, and nothing was going to prevent it, not if Phoebe could help it.
Walking to the door, she picked up her pack, taking it out to Piper's jeep, she looked up and down the street, afraid that at any moment, something was going to interrupt them, some emergency that only they, the Charmed Ones, could stop.
'Get a hold of yourself.' She thought, 'Just because you haven't had any demons pop out of the wood work in the last few days, you think they are planing something.' Her inner voice told her.
"Prue! You coming or what?" Phoebe asked, as she passed her sister, a big grin spread across her face. "The mountain awaits!" Climbing into the jeep, the sisters headed out, ready for a sisterly trip, no guys allowed.
The trip had been quiet as the road stretched out before him. The hairs on the back of Andy's neck seemed to be standing on end and he could almost feel the eye's that were boring into the back of his head. A quick glimpse in the mirror revealed the psychotic looking at him, a feral grin on his face and Andy's skin seemed to crawl.
They had been driving for over three hours as Andy could see San Francisco in the distance. Almost there, he thought as his mind turned to Prue. She was leaving that day for a camping trip with her sisters. Three days. He missed her already.
His mind raced as he tried to form as escape plan. It was only one cop. How's that for stupid? But right at that moment that one cop had the upper hand. He had no way out of the car, let alone the shackles that he was currently in. Yet with all the obstacles, he soon had a plan in his head and finished any details.
"You plan on driving the next three hours with out stopping?"
"Shut up. I never asked for your conversation."
"Well you got it. A man has needs you know, and rights."
"You gave up your rights when you killed those people." Andy shot back
"Ok fine, but do you want me to shit in your car? Or can we stop for a bathroom break?" he snarled back at the cop
Andy looked in the mirror at the man behind him, his senses immediately on alert. He looked down the road and could see the rest stop in front of him. He's shackled, Trudeau thought. Where the hell is he gonna go way out here? He thought to himself. "Fine." he finally said as he started for the exit.
Pulling into the rest area Andy got out and stretched. Walking around the car he made no quick effort to get the man in the car out.
"Any time cop."
Andy glared at the man in his car. No, man was not the right word; Animal.
"Keep it up and I get back in and keep driving. You can sit in what ever you do back there the rest of the way to the city." Andy told him in a tone that the man in the back knew that he was serious.
Opening the door Andy pulled him from the back seat and pushed him towards the bathroom stall. "Be quick." He said as pushed the man inside. A man that had instilled so much terror along the coast.
"What you got a hot date? Maybe you should introduce me to her."
Andy spun him around and grabbed him by the shirt collar. "You sick bastard."
"Ah. So you do have a hot date."
"Hurry up." Andy said as he pushed the man back inside the stall.
"Punch buggy blue!" Phoebe yelled from the back seat as she punched Prue in the shoulder.
"Ok, last time Phoebe. You do that again, and I'm gonna kick your ass." Prue said with a smile, as she rubbed the spot her sister had hit her again for what seemed the 100th time.
"Oh come on Prue." Phoebe whined from the back seat.
"No. Can't you just sit there and relax for once? We're finally getting in some sister time with no guys and no demons."
"Prue, you know that Phoebe never could sit still on a road trip."
"True." Prue said laughing as she looked back at Phoebe who had a long look on her face. "Oh come on Phoebs. You know we're just teasing you." Prue said with love in her eyes as she looked at Phoebe.
Phoebe just sat in the back and didn't say anything.
"Phoebe come on, its going to be a long three days if you're mad at us the whole time." Piper said looking through the mirror at her sister.
Prue took another look at Phoebe and knew just what to do to cheer her sister back up.
Unbuckling her seat belt she quickly twisted around and slid over the seat to the back. Grabbing Phoebe in her arms she started to tickle her baby sister.
"Prue what the hell are you doing?' Piper cried out as Prue moved quickly over the seats.
"Setting our little sister straight on the must have fun with her sisters vacation rules." Prue tried to say over the laughter in the back seat
Piper looked again to the back seat through the drivers' mirror and laughed at the antics of her two sisters. So different and yet so much a like.
Phoebe had been back from NYC for nearly ten months now and everything had changed since the day she came home. They had become witches that night, and not just any witches. They were the Charmed Ones, the most powerful source of good in the world. That was one reason they had gone on this little trip; to reconnect.
"Prue get off me." Phoebe laughed as she tried to get away from Prue, but still having her seat belt on and being in the back seat, she was limited to her movement.
"No way, you brought this on yourself." Prue laughed at her sister as she reached in and tickled her again.
After five minutes of torturing her little sister Prue pulled back and sat against the other door laughing.
"Are you two done?" Piper asked though laughing herself
"I think so." Prue said as she looked over at Phoebe. Who couldn't get the big grin off her face.
Phoebe laughed at her sisters and then her face suddenly became serious. She unbuckled her belt and turned her back to Prue. Backing up she rested against her big sister who had instinctively wrapped her arms around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
Piper just watched the two of them in the back seat together. Ten months ago that was something that she never would have guessed that she would see. Turning her eyes back to the road ahead she smiled inside her self. At least the good thing about us being witches is that it's brought those two closer.
He opened the door to the stall slowly and quietly and watched as the cop paced back and forth in front of it. He waited for the perfect moment. As Andy turned again he made his move. Stepping from the stall he brought his hands down hard on the back of his neck sending Andy sprawling to the floor.
Even with the shackles he was able to accomplish what he wanted. Reaching down he took out Andy's keys and then his gun.
"Oh yes. No better pleasure in killing a cop." He felt the laughter escape his lips.
Having got the shackles off the keys he grabbed for Andy's wallet.
"Andy Trudeau. Well Andy Trudeau, looks like today is your funeral day." He laughed as she flicked through the rest of his wallet. "Oh, hello. And who might this lovely beauty be?' he asked as he looked down at a picture of Andy and Prue. "And these must be her sisters." He said as he came across a picture of the four of them "Oh Andy. Looks like this game got a whole lot more interesting. A whole lot more interesting." He repeated his own words as he thought of what fun he could have with the cops' girlfriend and her two sisters.
"Let the games begin again." He laughed as she stepped out of the rest stop. "Let the games begin."