A/N: Wyatt is still in the late stage of an infant. Chris will appear in
later chapters. In case of curiosity. Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Leo,
Cole, Darrel, Wyatt, Andy, Chris, and Jason will also appear in this story.
D/C: I don't own Charmed, it's pretty obvious.
Anxiety Chapter 1
Piper sat wide awake in bed. Sweat ran down her face as she remained motionless in a faint stare. The fan spun around quickly and created a soft breeze that clung to her warm, moist skin. Wyatt's small cries cut threw all sounds, and Piper, surprisingly debated getting up. She pulled the covers aside and let her feet touch the soft carpet. Wyatt's cried grew louder, and she flipped on the light switch.
"Don't worry sweetie Mommies coming." Piper soothed, walking calmly to the nursery. She bent over the crib and slid her arm under Wyatt's squirming body. She picked him up, and cradled him in her arms. He didn't stop crying. She bounced him gently and he still never softened his small, energetic wail.
Without another moment of ponder, she suddenly stood in pure darkness. Wyatt's cries worsened as she felt a sudden essence of warmth on her back. She ignored it and walked back into her room. The still, presence of the room reminded her of the now moving close to stopped fan, the electricity was out. Wyatt screams echoed further into the completely dark manor, and seemed to queue a crash of lighting.
Here pupils dilated strongly and her medium, chocolate brown eyes stared around for some sort of cause, maybe even some form of life. She stepped deeper into the dark hallway and started down the stairs. She heard a sudden high pitched noise. Her skin tightened into little bumps that infected the surface of her skin, and her breath stopped instinctively. She heard foot steps roll almost silently on the floor behind her.
She felt a soft, skin like material slide across her hand. Her arm flinched violently away and she tried to freeze the creature that stood next to her.
"Piper relax." A female voice ordered. Piper's muscles fell into normal position, yet Wyatt's cries still trembled. Rain pattered crisply on the manor.
"Paige! Thank god." Piper gasped. The serious of the situation dropped immediately to normal.
"Shh. Phoebe's sleeping." Paige scolded. Piper nodded, and Paige took Wyatt, trying to calm him.
"Demon?" Piper suggested blankly. Paige extended her arms and looked at the lighting lit window.
"Storm." Paige corrected, lengthening on the last syllable. Piper nodded, realizing she was overreacting just a bit.
"I'm going to the attic." Paige exclaimed, turning her body opposite of Pipers. Piper looked up and held Wyatt firmly with one hand.
"I thought you said it wasn't a demon?" Piper asked. Paige rolled her eyes.
"Sorry Miss Paranoid, I was trying to get candles." Paige replied playfully, knowing Piper would follow her.
"Oh. I see." Piper replied with a slight fume of embarrassment. They passed Phoebe's room, and ignored the single thump they heard from the outside.
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Phoebe's hair was streamed with sweat as she tossed her arms restlessly in her sleep. Her eyebrows squinted as her mind worked up a storm of its own.
Inside her head the weather was the same, for the most part even worse. Thunder warned the presence of lighting which created light for the dark area. She heard screams, but never knew where they were coming from. Something edged inside of her to make her turn around. Her heart pounded with every breath she took. She saw five figures in front of her and knew they were human.
The exorcise her brain was committing on the dream was obviously of full effort. She knew it was a dream, but no matter how desperately she tried to open her eyes the same scene played on in front of her.
The five figures were all of different profiles. The one that stuck out the most naturally was larger built, a male. A red fire suddenly lit in front of the human figures in the distance. The male had dark brown, maybe even black hair. He turned to the side and just by his shadow she knew it could only be one person. Cole.
Now becoming interested in the dream, she studied the figures harder. Next to him stood a woman. Her hair was the same raven brown color, although to thick to be Phoebe's. Suddenly the woman was gone. She felt a sticky liquid melt into the bottom of her feet. She looked down and saw a clear pair of blue/green eyes staring up at her. Her hair was the same as in the shadow the woman had once been. Prue.
Knowing the pattern, one more woman stood on the other side of Cole. She thought more and Piper fit. The fire seemed to be growing as a sixth shadow appeared. This shadow made Phoebe's stomach cringe at the sudden sight. It wasn't normal. Cole and Piper seemed to be fighting it, although she couldn't tell from the distance. The last two shadows huddled together as Cole and Piper fought. Angrier, shadows appeared to be running towards Cole and Piper, along with the other two. As they became more distinct, she thought of them as some sort of demon. Piper and Cole turned and each picked up the smaller shadows and started running in Phoebe's direction.
She found herself face to face with a pair of juvenile, ice blue eyes. Her short, straight hair dangled soaked in all directions, and had many smudges on her face. Phoebe's heart pace began to race, and with one word the little girls pink lips escaped a startling scream.
"MOMMY!"
She awoke. Sweat dripped off her face several drops at a time. No fan blew in the room, and lightning danced in the night sky outside her bedroom window. The dream scared her, what she felt was truly fear. But the only word she could describe it with, was weird.
She stopped thinking. Something was in the room. Someone was watching her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped around. Familiar blue eyes were staring down at her. Although she almost saw clones of them every day, these drew a big smile to her face.
D/C: I don't own Charmed, it's pretty obvious.
Anxiety Chapter 1
Piper sat wide awake in bed. Sweat ran down her face as she remained motionless in a faint stare. The fan spun around quickly and created a soft breeze that clung to her warm, moist skin. Wyatt's small cries cut threw all sounds, and Piper, surprisingly debated getting up. She pulled the covers aside and let her feet touch the soft carpet. Wyatt's cried grew louder, and she flipped on the light switch.
"Don't worry sweetie Mommies coming." Piper soothed, walking calmly to the nursery. She bent over the crib and slid her arm under Wyatt's squirming body. She picked him up, and cradled him in her arms. He didn't stop crying. She bounced him gently and he still never softened his small, energetic wail.
Without another moment of ponder, she suddenly stood in pure darkness. Wyatt's cries worsened as she felt a sudden essence of warmth on her back. She ignored it and walked back into her room. The still, presence of the room reminded her of the now moving close to stopped fan, the electricity was out. Wyatt screams echoed further into the completely dark manor, and seemed to queue a crash of lighting.
Here pupils dilated strongly and her medium, chocolate brown eyes stared around for some sort of cause, maybe even some form of life. She stepped deeper into the dark hallway and started down the stairs. She heard a sudden high pitched noise. Her skin tightened into little bumps that infected the surface of her skin, and her breath stopped instinctively. She heard foot steps roll almost silently on the floor behind her.
She felt a soft, skin like material slide across her hand. Her arm flinched violently away and she tried to freeze the creature that stood next to her.
"Piper relax." A female voice ordered. Piper's muscles fell into normal position, yet Wyatt's cries still trembled. Rain pattered crisply on the manor.
"Paige! Thank god." Piper gasped. The serious of the situation dropped immediately to normal.
"Shh. Phoebe's sleeping." Paige scolded. Piper nodded, and Paige took Wyatt, trying to calm him.
"Demon?" Piper suggested blankly. Paige extended her arms and looked at the lighting lit window.
"Storm." Paige corrected, lengthening on the last syllable. Piper nodded, realizing she was overreacting just a bit.
"I'm going to the attic." Paige exclaimed, turning her body opposite of Pipers. Piper looked up and held Wyatt firmly with one hand.
"I thought you said it wasn't a demon?" Piper asked. Paige rolled her eyes.
"Sorry Miss Paranoid, I was trying to get candles." Paige replied playfully, knowing Piper would follow her.
"Oh. I see." Piper replied with a slight fume of embarrassment. They passed Phoebe's room, and ignored the single thump they heard from the outside.
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Phoebe's hair was streamed with sweat as she tossed her arms restlessly in her sleep. Her eyebrows squinted as her mind worked up a storm of its own.
Inside her head the weather was the same, for the most part even worse. Thunder warned the presence of lighting which created light for the dark area. She heard screams, but never knew where they were coming from. Something edged inside of her to make her turn around. Her heart pounded with every breath she took. She saw five figures in front of her and knew they were human.
The exorcise her brain was committing on the dream was obviously of full effort. She knew it was a dream, but no matter how desperately she tried to open her eyes the same scene played on in front of her.
The five figures were all of different profiles. The one that stuck out the most naturally was larger built, a male. A red fire suddenly lit in front of the human figures in the distance. The male had dark brown, maybe even black hair. He turned to the side and just by his shadow she knew it could only be one person. Cole.
Now becoming interested in the dream, she studied the figures harder. Next to him stood a woman. Her hair was the same raven brown color, although to thick to be Phoebe's. Suddenly the woman was gone. She felt a sticky liquid melt into the bottom of her feet. She looked down and saw a clear pair of blue/green eyes staring up at her. Her hair was the same as in the shadow the woman had once been. Prue.
Knowing the pattern, one more woman stood on the other side of Cole. She thought more and Piper fit. The fire seemed to be growing as a sixth shadow appeared. This shadow made Phoebe's stomach cringe at the sudden sight. It wasn't normal. Cole and Piper seemed to be fighting it, although she couldn't tell from the distance. The last two shadows huddled together as Cole and Piper fought. Angrier, shadows appeared to be running towards Cole and Piper, along with the other two. As they became more distinct, she thought of them as some sort of demon. Piper and Cole turned and each picked up the smaller shadows and started running in Phoebe's direction.
She found herself face to face with a pair of juvenile, ice blue eyes. Her short, straight hair dangled soaked in all directions, and had many smudges on her face. Phoebe's heart pace began to race, and with one word the little girls pink lips escaped a startling scream.
"MOMMY!"
She awoke. Sweat dripped off her face several drops at a time. No fan blew in the room, and lightning danced in the night sky outside her bedroom window. The dream scared her, what she felt was truly fear. But the only word she could describe it with, was weird.
She stopped thinking. Something was in the room. Someone was watching her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped around. Familiar blue eyes were staring down at her. Although she almost saw clones of them every day, these drew a big smile to her face.