Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Charmed, except Phoenix and her little cronies.
A/N: Woo! This is really going to kick off my fan fiction.
Chapter 2
Seven Year Itching Arm
The alarm went off and his hand automatically reached out and slammed down on it. He got up and left the bed unmade. He stumbled out of his bedroom and down the hallway and absentmindedly pressed the button on his answering machine. 'Hi, you've reached Lee Green, I can't come to the phone right now, leave me ya name and I'll get back to ya,' said the machine before beeping. Lee, an assistant DA for San Francisco, climbed into his shower. 'Hey Lee, it's Sarah, just calling to say thanks for the good time on Saturday, call me sometime?' said the machine as he rinsed his blond hair. Lee grinned as he heard her message. The machine beeped again as he stepped out the shower. 'This is your father, I tried to get hold of you yesterday but your machine was full, are you still seeing all those girls? Anyway, where were you on Saturday? You can't keep ditching your duties, I had to cover you. Don't do it again.' Lee smiled as he straightened out his hair. It was quite long for a lawyer but not so long it looked sloppy. Once satisfied with his appearance, a black Armani suit, black Italian shoes and a clean white shirt, he grabbed the last essential item, a pair of black shades. It may have been February but Lee Green liked to look good. He left his apartment, locking the door behind him. It was a two bedroom apartment and it was in the most expensive part of the city. He knew it drove the women crazy when they learned where he lived.
He left the apartment building by the back door and entered the parking lot. There were dozens of expensive cars but he knew which one of them was his. A black convertible. He got in and turned on the engine. The car ran like a dream. He left the parking lot and drove to another part of the city.
The twins were sat in a posh café, talking when Lee arrived. They turned in unison and spoke, "What took you so long?" Lee smirked as he sat down. The twins already had their coffee but Lee didn't have to wait long before a waitress had sidled up and asked for his order. As the waitress walked away smiling, the twins stared at him. "How do you do it?" asked Ross, a high school principal.
"Do what?" asked Lee.
"Make every woman you meet smile?" said Ross' twin, Allan, a police officer. Lee shrugged. Ross took a sip from his coffee and then said, "Your father was annoyed on Saturday. You can't get away with this nowadays. Where were you? Out with another of one of San Francisco's single ladies?"
"Or was it one of the married ones?" suggested Allan. Lee laughed.
"So what did I miss on Saturday?" he asked.
"Nothing, she only almost DIED!!" barked Allan.
"Really?"
"She went solo…again!" said Ross.
"Hmmm," said Lee, "Now who does that remind you of?"
"Our darling brother-in-law?" said the twins together. Lee nodded in agreement and sipped the coffee which the waitress had brought over. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay, I have a school fund raiser to organise," said Ross.
"Yeah, I have to go too," said Allan, "The streets of San Francisco won't keep themselves crime-free."
"No, and neither do you," said Lee. The twins laughed then they both left. Lee just stayed sat in the café. He sat alone, sipping his coffee. The sound of giggling reached his ears. He turned and saw a group of young women looking at him. He flashed them one of his smiles before turning back to his coffee.
Meanwhile, back at Halliwell Manor, Phoenix was sat on the floor of the attic, flicking through the book of shadows. She kept muttering 'no' under her breath as each demon and creature she found failed to match the one she had seen the night before. On her right arm, the arm that had been scratched, there was a bandage. Occasionally, she stopped flicking the pages and scratched at the bandages. The cut was becoming infected despite her getting a tetanus shot and some strong antibiotics that very morning. Piper had told her for hours not to scratch it but Phoenix couldn't help it. It itched, she scratched. Eventually, she grew so angry; she flung the book of shadows across the room and had a good scratch at her bandages.
She had been looking for the creature that had attacked her the night before, but what with her going solo, it was mostly her working on her own. Even if they had seen the creature, they were far too busy to help her. After all, it was Wyatt's fourth birthday party downstairs. Phoenix wasn't really bothered about going to it. There was a magician and lots of other four year olds. Phoenix didn't want to be around little kids. They distracted her, and asked annoying questions. She had that feeling again. Something she hadn't felt since Cir. Something big was going on and she hated being out of the loop. She'd been shimmering down to the Underworld every few days trying to get information but demons were wary of her now, since her decision not to become the new Source and even her demonic form met some hostility, the resemblance to Balthazar made her seem very out of place amongst the demonic community. This had meant that all her trips to discover how the balance of power was working out, and to discover who had given Cir his powers that had killed Daisy and torn the Green family apart. Jimmy had been sent back to Britain to live with his Aunt Becky. Now it was just Spencer and his dad.
Spencer made a point of not going to the Underworld with Phoenix. He didn't want to risk finding whoever had given Cir the powers that he used to kill Daisy. He felt so mad just thinking about it. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But he also wanted revenge for his sister. So here was Phoenix, sat in the attic, flicking through an ancient book while she could have been downstairs stuffing herself with cake and ice cream and watching a kiddies magician, laughing at the simplicity of the tricks.
Phoebe stood by the stairs, clapping as the magician completed another trick. He was a gentle old man who loved what he was doing. Piper had hired him as she had heard he never failed to entertain. Wyatt and his friends screamed with excitement as the magician made a coin appear from behind his own ear. Paige came out the kitchen, wiping her hands. "Hey, magician doing alright?" she asked.
"He's amazing," replied Phoebe, "Even I can't tell how he's doing it without magic."
"Yeah well, can you get Phoenix down?" said Paige, "Piper has a tub of chocolate nut ice cream that needs eating. Turns out three of the kids are allergic to nuts, two are allergic to chocolate and then five didn't show up so it's going free."
"Ok, I'll go get her," said Phoebe, "She's still looking through the Book but I don't think that thing is in there." Paige smiled and went back into the kitchen. Phoebe went upstairs, watching the magician as she went. When she got upstairs, she yelled, "Yo, Phoenix, Piper's giving away your favourite ice cream, chocolate nut!"
Phoenix lifted her head out the Book at the words 'chocolate nut ice cream'. She quickly closed the Book and put it back on the stand. She ran out the attic, slamming the door behind her. She jumped the last few steps and ran to the second set of stairs. She suddenly stopped, slid on the rug and landed on her bum. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear," said the magician, who was stood at the top of the stairs.
"It's Ok," said Phoenix, "I was just on my way to get some ice cream."
"Well, you better hurry," said the magician, "No one quite eats ice cream, like hungry four year olds." Phoenix laughed as she stood up.
"Now, would you be so kind as to tell me where I might find your bathroom?" he asked.
"Yeah sure," said Phoenix, "Third door on the left." He nodded to her and went down the hall. Phoenix carried on downstairs, determined to wrestle the tub of her favourite ice cream from whichever four year old happened to have his sticky hands on it.
