Phillip ran down one of the most steepest streets in San Francisco. His cousin, Patrick, was ahead of him. They came to a corner and the red light. The two stopped briefly as Patrick started to bounce on the balls of his feet. After about a minute, Phillip grew tired and gathered his hands into fists. With a flick of his fingers everything stopped.
Phillip and Patrick were from a long line of Halliwell witches. They were the sons of two of the Charmed Ones. The both of them had inherited the powers of their mothers. Phillip was the third son of Piper and Leo. Naturally, he could freeze time like his mother and was just beginning to be able to blow things up. Patrick was the son of Pheobe and Jason Dean. He could see the future through premonitions as well as levitate.
That's what got them into this situation. Premonitions. Patrick had touched a bus-stop sign and went rigid. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he shuddered. Now, they were running down the street trying to save an innocent.
they came to a corner and Patrick slid to a halt.
" Wait, Phil...this is it!" yelled Patrick. Phillip stopped and came back. As soon as he did they saw a bus turn the corner up the street. When it was twenty feet away, they heard a woman scream for her child. The tires of the bus screeched in an attempt to stop.
" Now, now, now!" Patrick exclaimed. Phillip balled his fists again and flicked his fingers. Once again everything froze. Patrick ran into the freeze-frame street and grabbed the child.
" You've got about two seconds till the magic wears off!" Phillip yelled. Patrick looked up and lept into the air. As he cleared twenty feet the street sprang to life again. Patrick levitated to the top of the McDonalds as Phillip appeared in a flurry of white lights. The boy whimpered and started cry.
" Aww, don't cry." cued Phillip. He then froze the child. The witch/whitelighter hybrid reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Patrick joined him at his side and the pair started to chant.
" Starting now, I say this ryhme,
erase the memories of this time.
So take your memories, take them fast,
and they will be but part of the past."
The child was inveloped in a swirl of light as Phillip orbed him back down to the street. They appeared in an alley behind the crowd looking for the missing child. Phillip froze time and placed the child at his mother's side. Orbing, he collected his cousin and they orbed home.