Reunion
A/N: This is a short little sequel to my fic "Pamela Halliwell: Wiccan Outcast." You'd be best off reading that story first, because if you haven't, it'll be a little difficult to figure out what's going on here! This story is set two years after the close of the last one. I know the ages of everyone are a little inconsistent with the previous stories, but in trying to figure it all out, I just got extremely confused. So they're staying this way. It doesn't matter that much anyhow.
Ages:
Pam- 31
Allie- 12
Chris- 25
Stella & Andy- 16
The two parts in the first chapter are meant to be happening simultaneously. Songs used are Rascal Flatts' "I'm Movin' On" and Alanis Morissette's "Hand In My Pocket. The way I wrote out the lyrics got a little screwed up when I uploaded the story, so they might look a little weird in some places. Just bear with me :)
CHAPTER ONE
Mark stared at the red house in front of him. It looked much better now than it had the last time he'd been there. Sitting in his car, he contemplated going up and just apologizing for everything. Maybe if he'd stayed, Phoebe would still be alive. Maybe Wyatt would've died long ago, too, before he'd had a chance to take over everything. Throughout the years, Mark had felt like the dystopia gradually forming around him was all his fault. He'd made himself feel better through drinking, and although he knew what he was doing wasn't fair to his kids, he never stopped. Even now, when he had convinced himself that it was all in the past, he had a bottle of Jack Daniels next to his seat on the floor.
Mark shook his head. The people inside that house across the street probably hated him more than even he could imagine. It was too late to make up for his mistakes now. If only he'd told them what he knew…
He started up the red car and slowly pulled away.
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with the past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame
Trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different, but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
At last I can see
Life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know
There's no guarantees but a night alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passin' by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone
I sold what I could
And packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should
But lived like I shouldn't
I had to loose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
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Pam shuffled down the street. This was the first time that she'd ever really gotten a chance to look around at how the city had improved. Sure, it had been four years since Wyatt's reign ended, but two of those years had been spent using every moment to try to get people back on their feet. Mortals had to learn the truth about witches, the two had to coexist, witches needed to come out of exile, new jobs were needed, nearly the whole city (and other places) had to be cleaned up and rebuilt… it was an exhausting process. Luckily after that, Piper, Phoebe, Prue, and Paige had returned from the afterlife to take over, but Pam still had obligations. She couldn't just walk away from her former position- there was still a lot to do. This was the first time that she actually had a chance to relax. So much had changed from year to year.
I'm broke but I'm happy I'm high but I'm grounded And what it all comes down to
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one's giving a high five
After a two year "rule," the Halliwell sisters had returned to their respective places in the afterlife. Apparently, since they couldn't die, it was unfair for them to be in charge. At least that's how the public felt… a reign like that would've lasted forever. Political debates were crazy in this time… some people believed the country should return to the way it was before, an American Democracy, but others were pushing for other sorts of government… well, whatever happened, Pam was relieved that it was officially no longer her problem. A new ruler had been elected, and now all future decisions were up to him. For the first time, Pam would be able to have… (deep breath)… a normal life.
I feel drunk but I'm sober I care but I'm restless And what it all comes down to
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
Pam was approaching Prescott Street now. She looked at the house that Allie and the Reeses had moved to, and then across the street to the Manor. Pam hadn't been able to call ir home for so long. Although the Manor had been severely dilapidated when she and Jake had bought it, they'd managed to fix it up pretty well. Pam wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen next with anything, whether it be their relationship, careers, or anything else. She'd never finished college. Although the future worried her, she was also pretty content with everything. If she could survive six years on the streets, this should be easy. A red car passed her on the street as she approached the Manor and walked in.
And what it all comes down to I'm free but I'm focused I'm sad but I'm laughing And what it all boils down to And what it all comes down to my friends, yeah Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
But I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing a piano
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
A/N: So, what did you think? An okay first chapter, right? Tell me about it! Please review. Oh, and thanks to Mediatorsk for reviewing a story I wrote that wasn't even for this show... you're so loyal lol. :) And I'm glad you liked the sequel to the prequel!