Losing Faith
Summary: Piper, Phoebe, and Paige must rescue a young girl in a routine demon-fight. But this girl may be more than just another innocent. Who is she, and how will the Charmed Ones react to the truth about her?
Disclaimer: Anyone you recognise belongs to Spelling, the WB, and anyone else associated with the show. Faith... well, Faith belongs soley to herself. Everyone else is mine.
A/N: This fic is set two years after season five. Piper is 32, Phoebe is 29, and Paige is 28. This is kinda irrelevent, but for anyone who's curious, that would have made Prue 34. Also, Paige got her job back at South Bay, and has since been promoted to social worker.
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"How much longer are we going to be here?"
"Relax, Paige, the last time we scryed for him, he was right here. He'll show up soon."
"That's what you said twenty minutes ago, Piper."
"Hey, you two," Phoebe finally cut in. "If you don't stop fighting, he'll never come out, because he'll be too busy holding his hands over his ears... assuming he has ears... or hands..."
Piper and Paige exchanged guilty glances. After four years, Phoebe was getting very good at being the middle child.
"Okay, well, while we're waiting, why don't you tell us again exactly what you saw?" Piper asked, hoping this would distract Paige.
Phoebe sighed. She'd already gone over her premonition with them several times, but Piper was right. If they didn't do something even semi-constructive soon, they were all going to die of impatience. "Okay. There was a demon, who I couldn't see too clearly, attacking a girl. The girl had dark hair, light eyes, and... looked... kinda like... that..." she trailed off, pointing to a teenager across the street.
"That must be our innocent. Alright, let's move," Piper ordered. The sisters started off toward her, but they were intercepted when the demon chose that moment to show up.
"It's about damn time," Paige muttered. To Piper, she yelled, "Freeze him!"
"I can't!" Piper called back.
A gust of wind rose up around them, causing the innocent to shiver. The girl still didin't turn. It wasn't until the demon was directly behind her that she gave any indication at all of knowing anyone was there.
As he went to grab her, she whirled around, delivering a perfect kick to the face. The demon recoiled, but didn't give up. He lunged at her, and she ducked, flipping him over her with her legs. She jumped back up, but the demon, ashamed of being beaten by such a young, wiry little thing, blinked out.
"That. Kicked. Ass." Paige said, as she and her sisters ran up next to the girl.
The innocent shrugged. "I'm a black belt. I could've done better."
"I don't know, that was pretty damn awesome," Piper replied.
"If you say so," the girl responded. "Hey, now that everything's all said and done, d'you mind telling me what the hell that thing was?"
The Charmed Ones exchanged sidelong glances, wondering how to approach this.
"Sure..." Phoebe started. "But it's kinda cold out here. Maybe you should come back to our house, and we'll tell you all about it there. Okay?"
The innocent nodded. "Why not? Not like I've got anything better to do."
Piper put her arm around the girl and led her to the car. "Great. It's settled then. Let's go, because it really is cold out here."
Summary: Piper, Phoebe, and Paige must rescue a young girl in a routine demon-fight. But this girl may be more than just another innocent. Who is she, and how will the Charmed Ones react to the truth about her?
Disclaimer: Anyone you recognise belongs to Spelling, the WB, and anyone else associated with the show. Faith... well, Faith belongs soley to herself. Everyone else is mine.
A/N: This fic is set two years after season five. Piper is 32, Phoebe is 29, and Paige is 28. This is kinda irrelevent, but for anyone who's curious, that would have made Prue 34. Also, Paige got her job back at South Bay, and has since been promoted to social worker.
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"How much longer are we going to be here?"
"Relax, Paige, the last time we scryed for him, he was right here. He'll show up soon."
"That's what you said twenty minutes ago, Piper."
"Hey, you two," Phoebe finally cut in. "If you don't stop fighting, he'll never come out, because he'll be too busy holding his hands over his ears... assuming he has ears... or hands..."
Piper and Paige exchanged guilty glances. After four years, Phoebe was getting very good at being the middle child.
"Okay, well, while we're waiting, why don't you tell us again exactly what you saw?" Piper asked, hoping this would distract Paige.
Phoebe sighed. She'd already gone over her premonition with them several times, but Piper was right. If they didn't do something even semi-constructive soon, they were all going to die of impatience. "Okay. There was a demon, who I couldn't see too clearly, attacking a girl. The girl had dark hair, light eyes, and... looked... kinda like... that..." she trailed off, pointing to a teenager across the street.
"That must be our innocent. Alright, let's move," Piper ordered. The sisters started off toward her, but they were intercepted when the demon chose that moment to show up.
"It's about damn time," Paige muttered. To Piper, she yelled, "Freeze him!"
"I can't!" Piper called back.
A gust of wind rose up around them, causing the innocent to shiver. The girl still didin't turn. It wasn't until the demon was directly behind her that she gave any indication at all of knowing anyone was there.
As he went to grab her, she whirled around, delivering a perfect kick to the face. The demon recoiled, but didn't give up. He lunged at her, and she ducked, flipping him over her with her legs. She jumped back up, but the demon, ashamed of being beaten by such a young, wiry little thing, blinked out.
"That. Kicked. Ass." Paige said, as she and her sisters ran up next to the girl.
The innocent shrugged. "I'm a black belt. I could've done better."
"I don't know, that was pretty damn awesome," Piper replied.
"If you say so," the girl responded. "Hey, now that everything's all said and done, d'you mind telling me what the hell that thing was?"
The Charmed Ones exchanged sidelong glances, wondering how to approach this.
"Sure..." Phoebe started. "But it's kinda cold out here. Maybe you should come back to our house, and we'll tell you all about it there. Okay?"
The innocent nodded. "Why not? Not like I've got anything better to do."
Piper put her arm around the girl and led her to the car. "Great. It's settled then. Let's go, because it really is cold out here."