I wrote this story last spring. Because I couldn´t believe what was
happening in the show. I only wrote it for myself, but after I started to
read a few stories here, I decided to publish it here, too. I started to
translate it into English. I know, I´m not very good in it, especially in
the beginnning, but I hope I´ll improve.
I don´t know exactly what happened in the show after last spring, because I didn´t want to watch it anymore. Therefore there will be differences to my story, for example Leo is still there.
It´s mainly about Phoebe and Cole but the others are in it too.
By the way none of the Charmed characters belong to me. #############################################
Flowers of stone
Prolog
It was a spring afternoon in Seattle, when Kevin Torrens went into his apartment for the last time. He watched the empty already eliminated rooms and sighed. He had lived here for nearly one year and now he didn't know if he had taken the right decision to settle to San Francisco.
Nearly one year ago he found himself on a lonely road in Seattle without memory, without anything he could remember about his past. All his attempts to get to know more about his past got out unsuccessfully. Except a heap of money he couldn't find anything in his pockets, no document of identification, nothing that could refer to his identity. Perhaps he was an escaping criminal? Were his first thoughts, he noticed amused .
Therefore he wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to go to the police station to ask for help. He better let it be. But he found out, that he was clever enough to find some other ways to get the information, if there was a missing person's report somewhere in the country. The answer was no, it seemed that nobody was looking for him. It was a little bit depressing for him, to know that there was nobody who missed him, that he didn't mean anything to anybody. But it wasn't much better to imagine that there was somebody, relatives, friends or even a family, who were absolutely despaired, because they did not hear anything of him even did not know if he was still alive. But he would have found a missing person's report, an advertising, what ever, so this possibility was improbable. It seemed that nobody wished desperately that he would turn up again.
But he didn't know it exactly, because his memory hadn't done him a favour. No matter what he did to find out more about his former live, it wasn't important, how hart he tried, his past was still a mystery. It was enough to drive him mad, but nevertheless he shrunk back from going to a psychiatrist. He had his doubts, if they were more competent than he was. No, he wasn't despaired enough to go to a mind doctor. Although his friends constantly recommended him to go there, but Kevin didn't want to change his opinion about this profession. Sometimes he had the strange feeling, that he simply didn't want to know more about his former life, that it would be easier to lead a new life, without the whole ballast of the past. He was sure, that it'll work out somehow, as so far everything had worked out.
The money, he had found, helped him over the first time. He could rent a cheap apartment and called himself Kevin Torrens. This name didn't mean anything to him. He chosed it purely by chance, he wanted to use it only as long as he would know his real name again. And according to him, this name wouldn't exist for a long time. But the reality was different.
After that he paid attention to find out whether he was a criminal, a victim of a crime, an insane person or simply a missing. But he couldn't find anything that could refer to his identity. But although his work was not crowned with success, he enjoyed investigations. He liked it to out- cheat people in order to get informations and he felt superior with this work. This was completely his profession.
As luck would have it his neighbours Peter and Helen worked for a prestigious newspaper. He was a photograph and she was a journalist at the Daylight Express. The three met inevitable, because they lived next door to each other. They liked each other from the first moment. Helen was fascinated of Kevins history and wanted it gladly to write an article about it. But due to Kevins panic to be exposed as a criminal, and go into the prison, he told her that he didn't want to read anything about his private life in the newspaper. He wanted to life in peace. Helen understood it and she dropped the idea.
But when she had to write her next reports, Kevin was very useful. He helped her with the investigations and Helen was surprised about his talent. She made it possible for him to get a job at the Daylight Express. He was particularly interested in reports which could become dangerous, like reports about all kind of crimes or mysterious cases. He liked the determinations in such cases and it gave him a good feeling, when he could help to solve such a case.
In time he sometimes nearly forgot the fact that he didn't know who he was and he tried to live a normal life. His memories would come back whenever it suits. Everybody around him told that and finally he began to believe it. But nevertheless he was too curious and again and again he finally wished to know who he was and whether he lived a lie.
The offer of the publishing house to transfer the three friends to San Francisco came suddenly. A new branch of the Daylight Express should be developed there and Kevin, Helen and Peter received the offer to go along. Kevin wasn't sure, whether he was the right man to go there. But when he heard of the many mysterious affairs in and around San Francisco, he was all for going there.
And now it was ready, everything was prepared, the removal perfect. The apartments were ready for occupation. And suddenly Kevin had the stupid feeling that it was an error, something told him, that it would be better to stay away from San Francisco. But this danger also attracted him somehow.
Thus he breathed deeply, pushed his concerns aside and set off to the airport. Let's go, there was a new world, a new adventure, perhaps he would find something in the new city, that could help his memories along.
Chapter 1
In a cafe in San Francisco Kevin and Peter took a break from work and talked about their first reports which hadn't been very interesting, even more stupid.
"And does Helen like it here? Has she already settled in?" Kevin asked his friend "I haven't seen her for a while."
"It's the same with us, a lot of work and less time for something else. We even couldn't see the sights yet. To work for a new established newspaper is really hard." Peter groaned.
"You're telling me? And the reports haven't been very captivating yet." Kevin agreed.
"Perhaps we should have stayed in Seattle."
"Peter where is your adventurous spirit? Everything will be alright."
"Let's hope it works out like that, so far I am not very inspired. In Seattle everything was alright, we haven't had any problems. How could they talked us into going to a new town." Peter meant and screwed up his face.
"I don't know why, but I like it here, and at least the weather is better." Kevin smiled, "and, I have the special feeling, that something will happen soon."
"Do you mean regarding to your memory? Do you already remember anything?" Peter asked surprised.
Kevin didn't like it, to be asked about his amnesia again and again. Of course he hadn't found out anything in the new town, what could help him to remember. "No" he said with a drawl. "Let us go." he meant and stood up from the table.
Peter felt that his friend was angry and he knew that in this mood it was the best thing not to disturb him. Kevin always enraged, when someone reminded him of the fact that he didn't know anything of his former life. It got him down, that he couldn't find a simple clue for the start.
Lost in thoughts they went to the door, when a young woman came towards them at the exit. She freezed and stopped. She stared at Kevin and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "But that ... that is impossible, Cole????" she asked.
"What? Do you really know me?" Kevin looked surprised at the woman. Could it be possible, that he finally found anybody who knew him. He hardly didn't dare to believe it.
But in the next moment, the woman was gone. She rushed towards the door like a maniac and disappeared. Kevin run after her. Finally he found a connection to his past, he wouldn't dare to loose it. Even if the woman had looked frightened, he would have worried about it later.
When he run around a corner, he saw her again. "Wait, wait please!" he yelled. But the woman tried to escape further. Silly bitch, he thought. Couldn't she answer a simple question, that wasn't an unreasonable demand, was it? Finally he came closer and could take her shoulder.
Hectically she turned around and screamed "Let me go! Don't dare you!" her eyes flashed fire. Kevin let her go immediately and showed his hands to calm her down, because some people on the street already had stopped and looked at them curiously.
"I'm sorry." he told her quickly. "But excuse me, I only want to know, if you know me. You called me Carl, haven't you? So it seems like you know me ..." while he was talking, the woman looked around. She didn't want to attract attention, she only wanted to escape as inconspicuously as possible. The people on the street luckily weren't very interested anymore and minded their own business. Now she only needed to find a way to escape. She was absolutly confused. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true, could it? No, it was impossible, not again.
"Hello?" Kevin got her out of her thoughts and looked at her expectantly. She noticed, that she didn't take a close look at him and didn't listen as well. Now she looked at him and noticed that he looked different than the last time, she saw him. The last time and the time before, she really didn't want to remember it. He looked quite normal, neither crazy nor demonic, but that could deceive. What did he say? He didn't know who he is? That was all rubbish, did he think she was stupid? She thought. Okay, he really looked at her unsuspecting, but she wouldn't let him make a fool of her.
"You're not serious." were the only words she said in a choked voice.
"Really!" he tried to convince her. "I can't remember my past. And I am already searching for a long time for someone who knows me. So, if you know me, I'll be really grateful. No matter that you aren't very impressed to see me again, as it seems." Kevin said with a little smile.
"Listen," she said."You've got me wrong. You look like a person I knew, but I thought he is dead. So it was a shock for me to meet somebody, who looks like him. I am sorry, but I can't help you." No matter whether she believed it, or not, she wanted to go as soon as possible. She needed time to think about it. She wanted to talk to Piper, she would know what to do. Under no circumstances she wanted that Phoebe would be told about it. But the young man didn't give up."I understand that you are shocked for the moment, but perhaps you'll remember something interesting for me. Could you please give me your phone number and I'll call you later. I don't want to be importunate, but..."
"I am really sorry, but I have to go, I have a date and I am already late." she said and ignored the question about the phone number.
"I don't want to chat you up, but please take my business card. Then you could call me, when you'll feel better." Kevin searched in his pockets for the card, but remembered, that the new newspaper hadn't printed it yet. But he didn't want that the woman would go without his address or phone number. He looked along the street and saw Peter not far away. He gave him a sign to come closer. Paige watched the whole action suspiciously, his smile, when he had searched for the card reminded her of Cole strongly. Finally Peter approached and Kevin asked him for a piece of paper and a pen. With an uneasy smile, he tried to explain Paige, that they were new in town and didn't have business cards yet.
"Okay, here is my address and my phone number, please call me, when you'll remember something. Or if you simply wanted to talk, I would be very thankful." Kevin said and gave her the slip of paper with his most friendly smile. But the woman was immune to it.
"I don't know what I am supposed to do with it. But if you absolutely want it." Paige took the note reluctantly. "Okay" she said and escaped as soon as possible.
Kevin watched her go. Peter stepped beside him. "Wow, you weren't very successful with her." "Mm, I think she knows who I am." Kevin said thoughtfully.
"Okay, but I have my doubts, that she'll tell you something. Let us go." Peter turned around and went to the car. Kevin looked back for the last time, but the womanhad already disappeared. He even didn't know her name. He didn't understand why she had been so unfriendly to him. Even if he wasn't this Carl, this woman had a secret. And he would solve it.
I don´t know exactly what happened in the show after last spring, because I didn´t want to watch it anymore. Therefore there will be differences to my story, for example Leo is still there.
It´s mainly about Phoebe and Cole but the others are in it too.
By the way none of the Charmed characters belong to me. #############################################
Flowers of stone
Prolog
It was a spring afternoon in Seattle, when Kevin Torrens went into his apartment for the last time. He watched the empty already eliminated rooms and sighed. He had lived here for nearly one year and now he didn't know if he had taken the right decision to settle to San Francisco.
Nearly one year ago he found himself on a lonely road in Seattle without memory, without anything he could remember about his past. All his attempts to get to know more about his past got out unsuccessfully. Except a heap of money he couldn't find anything in his pockets, no document of identification, nothing that could refer to his identity. Perhaps he was an escaping criminal? Were his first thoughts, he noticed amused .
Therefore he wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to go to the police station to ask for help. He better let it be. But he found out, that he was clever enough to find some other ways to get the information, if there was a missing person's report somewhere in the country. The answer was no, it seemed that nobody was looking for him. It was a little bit depressing for him, to know that there was nobody who missed him, that he didn't mean anything to anybody. But it wasn't much better to imagine that there was somebody, relatives, friends or even a family, who were absolutely despaired, because they did not hear anything of him even did not know if he was still alive. But he would have found a missing person's report, an advertising, what ever, so this possibility was improbable. It seemed that nobody wished desperately that he would turn up again.
But he didn't know it exactly, because his memory hadn't done him a favour. No matter what he did to find out more about his former live, it wasn't important, how hart he tried, his past was still a mystery. It was enough to drive him mad, but nevertheless he shrunk back from going to a psychiatrist. He had his doubts, if they were more competent than he was. No, he wasn't despaired enough to go to a mind doctor. Although his friends constantly recommended him to go there, but Kevin didn't want to change his opinion about this profession. Sometimes he had the strange feeling, that he simply didn't want to know more about his former life, that it would be easier to lead a new life, without the whole ballast of the past. He was sure, that it'll work out somehow, as so far everything had worked out.
The money, he had found, helped him over the first time. He could rent a cheap apartment and called himself Kevin Torrens. This name didn't mean anything to him. He chosed it purely by chance, he wanted to use it only as long as he would know his real name again. And according to him, this name wouldn't exist for a long time. But the reality was different.
After that he paid attention to find out whether he was a criminal, a victim of a crime, an insane person or simply a missing. But he couldn't find anything that could refer to his identity. But although his work was not crowned with success, he enjoyed investigations. He liked it to out- cheat people in order to get informations and he felt superior with this work. This was completely his profession.
As luck would have it his neighbours Peter and Helen worked for a prestigious newspaper. He was a photograph and she was a journalist at the Daylight Express. The three met inevitable, because they lived next door to each other. They liked each other from the first moment. Helen was fascinated of Kevins history and wanted it gladly to write an article about it. But due to Kevins panic to be exposed as a criminal, and go into the prison, he told her that he didn't want to read anything about his private life in the newspaper. He wanted to life in peace. Helen understood it and she dropped the idea.
But when she had to write her next reports, Kevin was very useful. He helped her with the investigations and Helen was surprised about his talent. She made it possible for him to get a job at the Daylight Express. He was particularly interested in reports which could become dangerous, like reports about all kind of crimes or mysterious cases. He liked the determinations in such cases and it gave him a good feeling, when he could help to solve such a case.
In time he sometimes nearly forgot the fact that he didn't know who he was and he tried to live a normal life. His memories would come back whenever it suits. Everybody around him told that and finally he began to believe it. But nevertheless he was too curious and again and again he finally wished to know who he was and whether he lived a lie.
The offer of the publishing house to transfer the three friends to San Francisco came suddenly. A new branch of the Daylight Express should be developed there and Kevin, Helen and Peter received the offer to go along. Kevin wasn't sure, whether he was the right man to go there. But when he heard of the many mysterious affairs in and around San Francisco, he was all for going there.
And now it was ready, everything was prepared, the removal perfect. The apartments were ready for occupation. And suddenly Kevin had the stupid feeling that it was an error, something told him, that it would be better to stay away from San Francisco. But this danger also attracted him somehow.
Thus he breathed deeply, pushed his concerns aside and set off to the airport. Let's go, there was a new world, a new adventure, perhaps he would find something in the new city, that could help his memories along.
Chapter 1
In a cafe in San Francisco Kevin and Peter took a break from work and talked about their first reports which hadn't been very interesting, even more stupid.
"And does Helen like it here? Has she already settled in?" Kevin asked his friend "I haven't seen her for a while."
"It's the same with us, a lot of work and less time for something else. We even couldn't see the sights yet. To work for a new established newspaper is really hard." Peter groaned.
"You're telling me? And the reports haven't been very captivating yet." Kevin agreed.
"Perhaps we should have stayed in Seattle."
"Peter where is your adventurous spirit? Everything will be alright."
"Let's hope it works out like that, so far I am not very inspired. In Seattle everything was alright, we haven't had any problems. How could they talked us into going to a new town." Peter meant and screwed up his face.
"I don't know why, but I like it here, and at least the weather is better." Kevin smiled, "and, I have the special feeling, that something will happen soon."
"Do you mean regarding to your memory? Do you already remember anything?" Peter asked surprised.
Kevin didn't like it, to be asked about his amnesia again and again. Of course he hadn't found out anything in the new town, what could help him to remember. "No" he said with a drawl. "Let us go." he meant and stood up from the table.
Peter felt that his friend was angry and he knew that in this mood it was the best thing not to disturb him. Kevin always enraged, when someone reminded him of the fact that he didn't know anything of his former life. It got him down, that he couldn't find a simple clue for the start.
Lost in thoughts they went to the door, when a young woman came towards them at the exit. She freezed and stopped. She stared at Kevin and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "But that ... that is impossible, Cole????" she asked.
"What? Do you really know me?" Kevin looked surprised at the woman. Could it be possible, that he finally found anybody who knew him. He hardly didn't dare to believe it.
But in the next moment, the woman was gone. She rushed towards the door like a maniac and disappeared. Kevin run after her. Finally he found a connection to his past, he wouldn't dare to loose it. Even if the woman had looked frightened, he would have worried about it later.
When he run around a corner, he saw her again. "Wait, wait please!" he yelled. But the woman tried to escape further. Silly bitch, he thought. Couldn't she answer a simple question, that wasn't an unreasonable demand, was it? Finally he came closer and could take her shoulder.
Hectically she turned around and screamed "Let me go! Don't dare you!" her eyes flashed fire. Kevin let her go immediately and showed his hands to calm her down, because some people on the street already had stopped and looked at them curiously.
"I'm sorry." he told her quickly. "But excuse me, I only want to know, if you know me. You called me Carl, haven't you? So it seems like you know me ..." while he was talking, the woman looked around. She didn't want to attract attention, she only wanted to escape as inconspicuously as possible. The people on the street luckily weren't very interested anymore and minded their own business. Now she only needed to find a way to escape. She was absolutly confused. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true, could it? No, it was impossible, not again.
"Hello?" Kevin got her out of her thoughts and looked at her expectantly. She noticed, that she didn't take a close look at him and didn't listen as well. Now she looked at him and noticed that he looked different than the last time, she saw him. The last time and the time before, she really didn't want to remember it. He looked quite normal, neither crazy nor demonic, but that could deceive. What did he say? He didn't know who he is? That was all rubbish, did he think she was stupid? She thought. Okay, he really looked at her unsuspecting, but she wouldn't let him make a fool of her.
"You're not serious." were the only words she said in a choked voice.
"Really!" he tried to convince her. "I can't remember my past. And I am already searching for a long time for someone who knows me. So, if you know me, I'll be really grateful. No matter that you aren't very impressed to see me again, as it seems." Kevin said with a little smile.
"Listen," she said."You've got me wrong. You look like a person I knew, but I thought he is dead. So it was a shock for me to meet somebody, who looks like him. I am sorry, but I can't help you." No matter whether she believed it, or not, she wanted to go as soon as possible. She needed time to think about it. She wanted to talk to Piper, she would know what to do. Under no circumstances she wanted that Phoebe would be told about it. But the young man didn't give up."I understand that you are shocked for the moment, but perhaps you'll remember something interesting for me. Could you please give me your phone number and I'll call you later. I don't want to be importunate, but..."
"I am really sorry, but I have to go, I have a date and I am already late." she said and ignored the question about the phone number.
"I don't want to chat you up, but please take my business card. Then you could call me, when you'll feel better." Kevin searched in his pockets for the card, but remembered, that the new newspaper hadn't printed it yet. But he didn't want that the woman would go without his address or phone number. He looked along the street and saw Peter not far away. He gave him a sign to come closer. Paige watched the whole action suspiciously, his smile, when he had searched for the card reminded her of Cole strongly. Finally Peter approached and Kevin asked him for a piece of paper and a pen. With an uneasy smile, he tried to explain Paige, that they were new in town and didn't have business cards yet.
"Okay, here is my address and my phone number, please call me, when you'll remember something. Or if you simply wanted to talk, I would be very thankful." Kevin said and gave her the slip of paper with his most friendly smile. But the woman was immune to it.
"I don't know what I am supposed to do with it. But if you absolutely want it." Paige took the note reluctantly. "Okay" she said and escaped as soon as possible.
Kevin watched her go. Peter stepped beside him. "Wow, you weren't very successful with her." "Mm, I think she knows who I am." Kevin said thoughtfully.
"Okay, but I have my doubts, that she'll tell you something. Let us go." Peter turned around and went to the car. Kevin looked back for the last time, but the womanhad already disappeared. He even didn't know her name. He didn't understand why she had been so unfriendly to him. Even if he wasn't this Carl, this woman had a secret. And he would solve it.