Auntie Prue, Whitelighter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Charmed characters. Phoebe's husband and Wyatt's friend are my own characters. Summary: Sequal to You Save Me, We'll Save You. Four years have passed since Prue returned to the Halliwell household. Wyatt meets a mysterious little boy who convinces him to use his powers to orb around the world. Prue must track them and bring them back. Phoebe and her husband have a baby. Paige's obsession with transformation spells gets her into trouble.
Chapter 1
At Magic School:
Wyatt stood alone on the playground. Even in magic school the other kids were afraid of him. He was different and they all knew it. At 5 he was already more powerful than anyone else in the school. He could control his powers better than most adult witches.
At the moment Wyatt was staring down Dylan. Dylan had been bragging that he could out "spell" Wyatt. Wyatt wasn't one to let a bet pass him by. Dylan raised his hand and an egg flew from out of nowhere and hit Wyatt smack in the face. The others who were watching laughed. Wyatt was getting angry. He lifted his own little hand and a bucket of ice cold water appeared above the other boy. Wyatt snapped his fingers and the water dumped on Dylan. The other kids were laughing hysterically now. Wyatt grinned. His sparring partner hadn't been expecting that. Dylan raised his hand again and sent feathers swirling around Wyatt. Wyatt laughed. That was a baby trick. Wyatt raised his arms to his sides and then lowered them calming the storm of feathers. Wyatt's face broke into a wicked grin. He pointed at Dylan and as he raised his finger, Dylan floated up. Dylan panicked. He began screaming, "Wyatt put me down!" Wyatt laughed at Dylan's distress. He'd done this before. He wouldn't drop him.
Suddenly a voice behind Wyatt brought them to a halt. "Wyatt Mathew Halliwell! Put that boy down this instant!" It was Wyatt's whitelighter, his Auntie Prue. Wyatt lowered Dylan to the ground and turned around. He met Prue's exasperated gaze with an innocent little boy look. "That's not going to work on me Wyatt. You know better than to levitate your classmates." The other kids took off, no longer interested in Wyatt. Prue took her nephew by the hand and led him toward the school. "You have to stop using your magic like that Wyatt. We only use our magic to help others." Wyatt nodded. His mother and aunts were always telling him that. But what was the use of having powers if you could have a little fun?
Back inside the school, Prue left Wyatt in his classroom. Wyatt sat alone in a corner working on his spells. Every now and then he'd look up to find one of his classmates staring at him. He didn't like being the center of attention. The stares and whispers drove him crazy. Looking down at his paper, Wyatt realized that he had written a spell without even meaning to. He read the words to himself. "I'm sad and alone. I have no one to talk to. Send me a friend. Let him stick to me like glue." A little babyish, but Wyatt knew it would work. His spells always worked. Wyatt folded the paper and tucked it away in his pocket. He was already planning the perfect time to cast it.
At The Halliwell Manor:
It was a typical friday in the Halliwell household. Piper was cooking dinner in preparation for Wyatt's weekend visit. Leo was off somewhere with one of his charges. Little Chris, now 3 years old, was playing on the kitchen floor. Paige was in the attic, researching the latest of her obsessions in the Book Of Shadows. Phoebe and her husband Mike were upstairs in their room, trying to figure out how to put together a crib for their baby which was due any day.
Piper stirred the pasta one last time before turning the stove off. She searched the cupboards for a collander. Finding one, she turned to the sink to drain the pasta. Little Chris lost interest in his toys and went off in search of someone to talk to. He walked up the stairs. He could hear Auntie Pheebs and Uncle Mike in their room. He stopped and listened for a minute. They sounded like they were argueing. He walked to the end of the hall and up to the attic. Auntie Paige was sitting at a table, flipping through the Book of Shadows. He walked over and stood next to her. She looked up and smiled at him. "Hey Chris. Whatcha up to little man?" Chris grinned and held out his hand. In his hand lay a tiny dead bug. Paige winced. She was a little concerned that Chris was so facinated with dead things at his age. She took the bug from him and threw it in the trash. "You shouldn't play with things like that Chris." Chris gave her a wounded look. Paige laughed and pulled him up into her lap. "You wanna help me figure out this spell?" Chris nodded. Paige picked up her notebook and began copying from the book.
Phoebe and Mike sat on their bed. Finally the crib was together. They were both exhausted. Phoebe was having touble getting comfortable. Her belly was so large she could barely move without assistance. She hoped the baby would be born soon. As if reading her mind, Mike reached over and placed his hand on Phoebe's belly. "You can be born any time now little one. We're ready for you." He was rewarded with a gentle kick from within. Phoebe laughed. "She knows her Daddy is talking to her." Mike smiled. "You're sure she's a girl?" Phoebe nodded. "I told you. I saw her in a vision." Mike didn't trust Phoebe's gift yet, but she'd been right when she predicted when they'd get pregnant.
Piper shouted from downstairs. "Wyatt's home!" Mike helped Phoebe off the bed and herded her down the stairs. Paige followed carrying Little Chris. Wyatt stood in the livingroom next to his mother and Auntie Prue. He loved coming home for the weekends. Auntie Phoebe and Uncle Mike appeared. Wyatt took a running leap into Mike's arms. "Uncle Mike!" Mike laughed and gave the boy a squeeze. "How've you been pal?" "Good." Wyatt giggled. Phoebe gave Wyatt a quick kiss on the head. "Good to see you Wyatt." Phoebe went over to Prue and gave her a big hug. "I thought you'd be around more now that you're Wyatt's whitelighter. We see you even less than we see Leo." Prue pulled back from Phoebe and rubbed her belly. "I'm sorry Pheebs. Wyatt needs my attention right now. I see my niece hasn't been born yet." Phoebe groaned. "No and I wish she'd hurry up. I don't think I can stand it much longer." Everyone laughed.
Sitting around the table after dinner, the adults were drinking tea as Prue told them all of what Wyatt had done that day to Dylan. "He had the poor boy hovering six feet above the ground." They all couldn't help laughing although they shouldn't. Piper shook her head. "I don't know what we're going to do with that boy. He's full of mischief and getting more poweful everyday." Prue thought for a minute. "Perhaps you should ask Leo to have a talk with him." Piper shook her head. "Leo's been too busy. He hasn't even spent any time with Chris this week." Phoebe touched Piper's arm. "He'll be back tonight. I just know it." Piper smiled. Phoebe's premonitions weren't limited to innocents anymore. She just knew things without trying. Phoebe turned to Mike who was nearly asleep. "What do you say we go to bed? I think the baby has settled down for the night." Mike helped Phoebe up and they were off to bed. Paige finished her tea and stood. "I think I'm going back to the attic for a little while to work on something." She bent and kissed Piper's head. "Good night Piper." Piper patted Paige's hand. "Night Paige." Paige squeezed Prue's shoulder as she walked by. "Night Prue." Prue forced a smile. "Night." Piper could almost read Prue's face. She was hurt that Paige was still keeping her at a distance. Piper took Prue's hand. "She'll come around. She just needs time." Prue was skeptical. "It's been four years Piper. She only hugs me if I hug her first and she won't say she loves me." Piper smiled. "I remember a time when you couldn't say it either." Prue smiled too. "That was different." Piper shook her head. "No it's not. Just give her time Prue."
Wyatt lay in his bed listening to Little Chris breathe. As soon as he was sure Chris was sleeping, he crept out of his bed and took the folded piece of paper from the pants he'd been wearing that day. Holding the paper up to the window so the moon could give him enough light to read, Wyatt cast his spell. When he was finished, he looked around the room. Nothing seemed to have happened. Wyatt was completely disappointed. His spells always worked. He climbed back into bed with a frown on his face. He had really wanted that spell to work. He wanted a friend.
Chapter 2 will be coming soon....if I feel inspired to write....as always I appreciate your comments......
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Charmed characters. Phoebe's husband and Wyatt's friend are my own characters. Summary: Sequal to You Save Me, We'll Save You. Four years have passed since Prue returned to the Halliwell household. Wyatt meets a mysterious little boy who convinces him to use his powers to orb around the world. Prue must track them and bring them back. Phoebe and her husband have a baby. Paige's obsession with transformation spells gets her into trouble.
Chapter 1
At Magic School:
Wyatt stood alone on the playground. Even in magic school the other kids were afraid of him. He was different and they all knew it. At 5 he was already more powerful than anyone else in the school. He could control his powers better than most adult witches.
At the moment Wyatt was staring down Dylan. Dylan had been bragging that he could out "spell" Wyatt. Wyatt wasn't one to let a bet pass him by. Dylan raised his hand and an egg flew from out of nowhere and hit Wyatt smack in the face. The others who were watching laughed. Wyatt was getting angry. He lifted his own little hand and a bucket of ice cold water appeared above the other boy. Wyatt snapped his fingers and the water dumped on Dylan. The other kids were laughing hysterically now. Wyatt grinned. His sparring partner hadn't been expecting that. Dylan raised his hand again and sent feathers swirling around Wyatt. Wyatt laughed. That was a baby trick. Wyatt raised his arms to his sides and then lowered them calming the storm of feathers. Wyatt's face broke into a wicked grin. He pointed at Dylan and as he raised his finger, Dylan floated up. Dylan panicked. He began screaming, "Wyatt put me down!" Wyatt laughed at Dylan's distress. He'd done this before. He wouldn't drop him.
Suddenly a voice behind Wyatt brought them to a halt. "Wyatt Mathew Halliwell! Put that boy down this instant!" It was Wyatt's whitelighter, his Auntie Prue. Wyatt lowered Dylan to the ground and turned around. He met Prue's exasperated gaze with an innocent little boy look. "That's not going to work on me Wyatt. You know better than to levitate your classmates." The other kids took off, no longer interested in Wyatt. Prue took her nephew by the hand and led him toward the school. "You have to stop using your magic like that Wyatt. We only use our magic to help others." Wyatt nodded. His mother and aunts were always telling him that. But what was the use of having powers if you could have a little fun?
Back inside the school, Prue left Wyatt in his classroom. Wyatt sat alone in a corner working on his spells. Every now and then he'd look up to find one of his classmates staring at him. He didn't like being the center of attention. The stares and whispers drove him crazy. Looking down at his paper, Wyatt realized that he had written a spell without even meaning to. He read the words to himself. "I'm sad and alone. I have no one to talk to. Send me a friend. Let him stick to me like glue." A little babyish, but Wyatt knew it would work. His spells always worked. Wyatt folded the paper and tucked it away in his pocket. He was already planning the perfect time to cast it.
At The Halliwell Manor:
It was a typical friday in the Halliwell household. Piper was cooking dinner in preparation for Wyatt's weekend visit. Leo was off somewhere with one of his charges. Little Chris, now 3 years old, was playing on the kitchen floor. Paige was in the attic, researching the latest of her obsessions in the Book Of Shadows. Phoebe and her husband Mike were upstairs in their room, trying to figure out how to put together a crib for their baby which was due any day.
Piper stirred the pasta one last time before turning the stove off. She searched the cupboards for a collander. Finding one, she turned to the sink to drain the pasta. Little Chris lost interest in his toys and went off in search of someone to talk to. He walked up the stairs. He could hear Auntie Pheebs and Uncle Mike in their room. He stopped and listened for a minute. They sounded like they were argueing. He walked to the end of the hall and up to the attic. Auntie Paige was sitting at a table, flipping through the Book of Shadows. He walked over and stood next to her. She looked up and smiled at him. "Hey Chris. Whatcha up to little man?" Chris grinned and held out his hand. In his hand lay a tiny dead bug. Paige winced. She was a little concerned that Chris was so facinated with dead things at his age. She took the bug from him and threw it in the trash. "You shouldn't play with things like that Chris." Chris gave her a wounded look. Paige laughed and pulled him up into her lap. "You wanna help me figure out this spell?" Chris nodded. Paige picked up her notebook and began copying from the book.
Phoebe and Mike sat on their bed. Finally the crib was together. They were both exhausted. Phoebe was having touble getting comfortable. Her belly was so large she could barely move without assistance. She hoped the baby would be born soon. As if reading her mind, Mike reached over and placed his hand on Phoebe's belly. "You can be born any time now little one. We're ready for you." He was rewarded with a gentle kick from within. Phoebe laughed. "She knows her Daddy is talking to her." Mike smiled. "You're sure she's a girl?" Phoebe nodded. "I told you. I saw her in a vision." Mike didn't trust Phoebe's gift yet, but she'd been right when she predicted when they'd get pregnant.
Piper shouted from downstairs. "Wyatt's home!" Mike helped Phoebe off the bed and herded her down the stairs. Paige followed carrying Little Chris. Wyatt stood in the livingroom next to his mother and Auntie Prue. He loved coming home for the weekends. Auntie Phoebe and Uncle Mike appeared. Wyatt took a running leap into Mike's arms. "Uncle Mike!" Mike laughed and gave the boy a squeeze. "How've you been pal?" "Good." Wyatt giggled. Phoebe gave Wyatt a quick kiss on the head. "Good to see you Wyatt." Phoebe went over to Prue and gave her a big hug. "I thought you'd be around more now that you're Wyatt's whitelighter. We see you even less than we see Leo." Prue pulled back from Phoebe and rubbed her belly. "I'm sorry Pheebs. Wyatt needs my attention right now. I see my niece hasn't been born yet." Phoebe groaned. "No and I wish she'd hurry up. I don't think I can stand it much longer." Everyone laughed.
Sitting around the table after dinner, the adults were drinking tea as Prue told them all of what Wyatt had done that day to Dylan. "He had the poor boy hovering six feet above the ground." They all couldn't help laughing although they shouldn't. Piper shook her head. "I don't know what we're going to do with that boy. He's full of mischief and getting more poweful everyday." Prue thought for a minute. "Perhaps you should ask Leo to have a talk with him." Piper shook her head. "Leo's been too busy. He hasn't even spent any time with Chris this week." Phoebe touched Piper's arm. "He'll be back tonight. I just know it." Piper smiled. Phoebe's premonitions weren't limited to innocents anymore. She just knew things without trying. Phoebe turned to Mike who was nearly asleep. "What do you say we go to bed? I think the baby has settled down for the night." Mike helped Phoebe up and they were off to bed. Paige finished her tea and stood. "I think I'm going back to the attic for a little while to work on something." She bent and kissed Piper's head. "Good night Piper." Piper patted Paige's hand. "Night Paige." Paige squeezed Prue's shoulder as she walked by. "Night Prue." Prue forced a smile. "Night." Piper could almost read Prue's face. She was hurt that Paige was still keeping her at a distance. Piper took Prue's hand. "She'll come around. She just needs time." Prue was skeptical. "It's been four years Piper. She only hugs me if I hug her first and she won't say she loves me." Piper smiled. "I remember a time when you couldn't say it either." Prue smiled too. "That was different." Piper shook her head. "No it's not. Just give her time Prue."
Wyatt lay in his bed listening to Little Chris breathe. As soon as he was sure Chris was sleeping, he crept out of his bed and took the folded piece of paper from the pants he'd been wearing that day. Holding the paper up to the window so the moon could give him enough light to read, Wyatt cast his spell. When he was finished, he looked around the room. Nothing seemed to have happened. Wyatt was completely disappointed. His spells always worked. He climbed back into bed with a frown on his face. He had really wanted that spell to work. He wanted a friend.
Chapter 2 will be coming soon....if I feel inspired to write....as always I appreciate your comments......