CHARMED
"SISTERS"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are
the property of the WB television network, except for those characters
specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction
and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
(Authors' note: This story take place after "Black As Cole".)
* * *
When Prue suddenly comes back into the Charmed Ones' life, it's
not a happy joyous reunion they would have hoped for. Instead, it
becomes a fight for the Charmed Ones to save the body; and soul; of
their oldest sister.
* * *
PART ONE: OLD WOUNDS
When Paige sees a woman on the street that looks remarkably like
Prue, the sisters make a horrifying discovery. Prue's body has been
resurrected as a zombie by an evil voodoo high priestess.
ONE
Paige came out of the store with her packages in hand. Her day
of shopping had netted her many great treasures. She had never had
the shopping bug like Phoebe did. But every once in a while, she just
cut loose and splurged. Phoebe would be so jealous when she came home
with the sales she had found.
The street was crowded, as usual. San Francisco was always
crowded, especially in the middle of the afternoon. People busily
moving about on their matters of important business or tourists taking
in the sights of the city. Some times she wished she lived in a small
town. Where the pace was slower. Of course, she knew she'd be bored
out of her mind in a small town.
But San Francisco was her home. And there were so many people
who needed her help. Children without parents, wives whose husbands
abused them, drug addicts and alcoholics who were trying to stay
clean, and dozens of others who needed help. Her work was very
satisfying, if not extremely stressful.
She looked at the people around her as she walked down the
street. She wondered what their stories were. Everyone had a story.
Some, like hers, were more dangerous and more exciting than others.
Some were just the normal mundane, non-magical type that she dealt
with day in and day out.
As she walked down the street, two people up ahead of her caught
her eye. Two women who walked the street as if they hadn't a care in
the world. A black woman and a white woman who walked toward her
without even noticing her.
The black woman wore her hair in dreadlocks. It was a hairstyle
that Paige had never understood. She spent a long time each morning
trying to get her hair to look flattering. Dread locks, to her,
seemed to do more to emphasize the wildness of a person's hair.
The white woman looked familiar to Paige. She knew she had seen
the woman somewhere before, but she couldn't place where. She was
pretty sure it hadn't been at work. Which left very few options.
Since most of her free time was spent in fighting demons or warlocks
or other such evil creatures.
Suddenly she stopped directly in the sidewalk. Several people
bumped into her as they walked around her but she hardly noticed them.
She stood on the sidewalk staring at the white woman walking toward
her. The woman looked straight ahead as she walked down the sidewalk,
apparently not even noticing Paige. As the two women passed her, she
turned and watched them walk away; hardly believing whom it was she
was looking at.
When they had passed, she looked around and found an alley a
short distance away. She walked into the alley and looked around.
She was apparently alone, except for a single homeless man who lay
several feet away snoring inside a cardboard box. She then orbed
immediately back to the manor.
As she appeared in the manor, Leo and Piper were just coming
down the stairs. She looked around but didn't see Phoebe anywhere.
"Since when do you orb into the manor in the middle of the day?"
asked Piper.
"Oh, uh, I was running late," lied Paige. "Just thought it
would help me catch up on the things I have to do today."
"I hope no one saw you," said Leo. "It wouldn't do to have
anyone suspicious of who or what you are."
"I was very careful," said Paige. "Leo, can I talk to you for a
minute? Privately."
"Anything wrong, sweetie?" asked Piper.
"No, no," said Paige, "I just need Leo's advice on something.
He is our White Lighter, isn't he? He's supposed to advice us on
things."
"Usually things of a magical nature," said Leo.
"Go on," said Piper. "I'll make some coffee and you can join me
in the kitchen when you're done."
Piper went into the kitchen and Paige took Leo upstairs. She
put her packages down in the hallway, and walked directly to Piper's
and Leo's room. Leo followed her in, confused about what she wanted.
"What's this about?" asked Leo.
"I thought I'd talk to you first," said Paige. "I saw something
today. Actually, it was someone. And I don't want to upset Piper or
Phoebe unless it's absolutely necessary. But if I'm right, they're
going to be really upset when they find out."
"Find out what?" asked Leo, seeing how serious Paige was.
"This," said Paige. She walked over to the dresser and picked
up a photograph in a frame and handed it to Leo. "I saw her on the
street just before I orbed in here. She was as close to me as I am to
you. She nearly brushed me as she walked by me."
"Paige," said Leo, "I might expect this from Piper or Phoebe.
They still have some healing to do. But I don't expect it from you.
You never even met her. She died before you came into our lives."
"I know," said Paige. "But I swear to you, it was her. Like I
said, I was as close to her as I am to you. Closer even. She was
with an older woman who was wearing these horrible dreadlocks. They
walked right past me as if I wasn't there. But it was her. I know it
was."
Leo didn't know what to say. He knew that Paige was dead
serious about this. He also knew it couldn't be. He tried to think
of what to do as he looked down at the photograph in his hand. A
photograph of Prue that Piper kept on the dresser.
"SISTERS"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are
the property of the WB television network, except for those characters
specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction
and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
(Authors' note: This story take place after "Black As Cole".)
* * *
When Prue suddenly comes back into the Charmed Ones' life, it's
not a happy joyous reunion they would have hoped for. Instead, it
becomes a fight for the Charmed Ones to save the body; and soul; of
their oldest sister.
* * *
PART ONE: OLD WOUNDS
When Paige sees a woman on the street that looks remarkably like
Prue, the sisters make a horrifying discovery. Prue's body has been
resurrected as a zombie by an evil voodoo high priestess.
ONE
Paige came out of the store with her packages in hand. Her day
of shopping had netted her many great treasures. She had never had
the shopping bug like Phoebe did. But every once in a while, she just
cut loose and splurged. Phoebe would be so jealous when she came home
with the sales she had found.
The street was crowded, as usual. San Francisco was always
crowded, especially in the middle of the afternoon. People busily
moving about on their matters of important business or tourists taking
in the sights of the city. Some times she wished she lived in a small
town. Where the pace was slower. Of course, she knew she'd be bored
out of her mind in a small town.
But San Francisco was her home. And there were so many people
who needed her help. Children without parents, wives whose husbands
abused them, drug addicts and alcoholics who were trying to stay
clean, and dozens of others who needed help. Her work was very
satisfying, if not extremely stressful.
She looked at the people around her as she walked down the
street. She wondered what their stories were. Everyone had a story.
Some, like hers, were more dangerous and more exciting than others.
Some were just the normal mundane, non-magical type that she dealt
with day in and day out.
As she walked down the street, two people up ahead of her caught
her eye. Two women who walked the street as if they hadn't a care in
the world. A black woman and a white woman who walked toward her
without even noticing her.
The black woman wore her hair in dreadlocks. It was a hairstyle
that Paige had never understood. She spent a long time each morning
trying to get her hair to look flattering. Dread locks, to her,
seemed to do more to emphasize the wildness of a person's hair.
The white woman looked familiar to Paige. She knew she had seen
the woman somewhere before, but she couldn't place where. She was
pretty sure it hadn't been at work. Which left very few options.
Since most of her free time was spent in fighting demons or warlocks
or other such evil creatures.
Suddenly she stopped directly in the sidewalk. Several people
bumped into her as they walked around her but she hardly noticed them.
She stood on the sidewalk staring at the white woman walking toward
her. The woman looked straight ahead as she walked down the sidewalk,
apparently not even noticing Paige. As the two women passed her, she
turned and watched them walk away; hardly believing whom it was she
was looking at.
When they had passed, she looked around and found an alley a
short distance away. She walked into the alley and looked around.
She was apparently alone, except for a single homeless man who lay
several feet away snoring inside a cardboard box. She then orbed
immediately back to the manor.
As she appeared in the manor, Leo and Piper were just coming
down the stairs. She looked around but didn't see Phoebe anywhere.
"Since when do you orb into the manor in the middle of the day?"
asked Piper.
"Oh, uh, I was running late," lied Paige. "Just thought it
would help me catch up on the things I have to do today."
"I hope no one saw you," said Leo. "It wouldn't do to have
anyone suspicious of who or what you are."
"I was very careful," said Paige. "Leo, can I talk to you for a
minute? Privately."
"Anything wrong, sweetie?" asked Piper.
"No, no," said Paige, "I just need Leo's advice on something.
He is our White Lighter, isn't he? He's supposed to advice us on
things."
"Usually things of a magical nature," said Leo.
"Go on," said Piper. "I'll make some coffee and you can join me
in the kitchen when you're done."
Piper went into the kitchen and Paige took Leo upstairs. She
put her packages down in the hallway, and walked directly to Piper's
and Leo's room. Leo followed her in, confused about what she wanted.
"What's this about?" asked Leo.
"I thought I'd talk to you first," said Paige. "I saw something
today. Actually, it was someone. And I don't want to upset Piper or
Phoebe unless it's absolutely necessary. But if I'm right, they're
going to be really upset when they find out."
"Find out what?" asked Leo, seeing how serious Paige was.
"This," said Paige. She walked over to the dresser and picked
up a photograph in a frame and handed it to Leo. "I saw her on the
street just before I orbed in here. She was as close to me as I am to
you. She nearly brushed me as she walked by me."
"Paige," said Leo, "I might expect this from Piper or Phoebe.
They still have some healing to do. But I don't expect it from you.
You never even met her. She died before you came into our lives."
"I know," said Paige. "But I swear to you, it was her. Like I
said, I was as close to her as I am to you. Closer even. She was
with an older woman who was wearing these horrible dreadlocks. They
walked right past me as if I wasn't there. But it was her. I know it
was."
Leo didn't know what to say. He knew that Paige was dead
serious about this. He also knew it couldn't be. He tried to think
of what to do as he looked down at the photograph in his hand. A
photograph of Prue that Piper kept on the dresser.