Prince Charming's Spell
By: XxKarissaShayexX
Rated: T
A/N: This is my first WOWP fic and the idea just hit me out of the blue when I was reading a H2O: Just Add Water and Maximum Ride cross-over. Weird, huh? Yes, I know. And it was bugging me severely. So, I scurried to write my thoughts down and I began writing. I also can't stop writing. I've been under the dreadful writer's block spell for quite some time and I haven't been able to get back into my groove until this plot bunny came hopping in. So, yes, I do realize that I have other stories to catch up on, but right now, I want to finish writing this. Which, at the moment, I'm working on chapter 3. :) So, it's fantastic and I have the most amazing Beta ever, one of my two best friends, Kelli (xXxSpecialKxXx)! :D She enjoyed this, so I really hope you do, too. Have fun!
Summary: When Alex gets sick and tired of all these bad dates, she finds a spell to help her. The Prince Charming Spell. There's one problem though: There is a consequence to the spell that she is not aware of. Also, was there something that Theresa and Jerry never told the kids?
PROLOGUE
The doctor entered the room through a door to the left. Jerry, holding their two month old son, Justin, and Theresa glanced nervously at him. The man walked calmly to his wooden desk, cluttered with files of different cases. He looked down at the file in front of him, labeled Theresa Russo, age 23, and had been having lower abdominal pain, fever, signs of an infection. The new mother eyed the doctor, trying to decipher the look on his face.
"So?" Theresa croaked out, prodding the professional for an answer. He looked up at her and frowned.
"I'm sorry, it appears that you not only had an infection due to c-section, but also a severe case of Pelvic Inflammatory Disease," the doctor said, taking off his glasses to clean them on his white coat.
Theresa's eyebrows furrowed together. "So, what does that mean exactly?" She inquired, moving forward a little on her seat.
"Due to the PID, you are now infertile." Theresa turned white at the word, her mouth opening slightly, and eyes watering a bit.
"Infertile?" She squeaked. Jerry leaned over to comfort Theresa, propping up Justin against his body, while rubbing Theresa's back with a free hand.
"Yes, infertile. It means that you can no longer bare any children. But, don't worry, you can still have sex, of course. Although, in the pain you are in right now, I do not suggest trying any time soon. Here, I am going to prescribe you some. . ." The doctor droned on as Theresa's vision blurred. She looked away from the doctor and down to the carpet-clad floor. It was a little dirty and the color was actually quite ugly. The only sounds that registered in Theresa's mind were Justin's recent crying and Jerry's calming voice.
"It's okay, Theresa. I know we wanted to have three kids," he said sadly.
Theresa nodded slightly, before choking out a quiet whisper, "There's always adoption."
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