Chapter 3 - The Good Times

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait, i was one of the millions of Brits stranded abroad :(

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Charmed doesn't belong to me (unfortunately) it belongs to Constance.

Thanks again to my wonderful beta Twin Who Likes To Travel.

Memories are in Italics.

Here's the chapter.

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Previously – "Darryl? What are you doing here?" Paige asked; a little stunned and confused as to why their friend was here and at such a late hour. "I have something important to tell you. I just got told myself and rushed straight over here because you have to know," Daryl said seriously. There wasn't time for pleasantries. He needed to tell them what he had just been told, now.

"And when you've gone through the entire book and are left with quite a few on your list, what are you going to do?" Paige asked, but again she already knew the answer before they spoke. "We're going to make them suffer before vanquishing them," Phoenix said, surprising Paige with the venom in her voice. Nix had always been the calm one, the one to break up arguments or fights, or play peace keeper between her sisters and cousins if they clashed heads. So hearing her talk like this made Paige realize just how badly this was affecting her.

"Come on, we better get downstairs," Paige said; allowing the kids to walk past her and out the attic before turning around and walking out of the attic herself. Patience never left her mom's side.

Melinda orbed into the Halliwell/Jenkins manor's living room and saw nothing, but she knew where Brooke would be. Climbing the stairs slowly and with each step she took, she remembered things about her brother and cousin.

"Wy, let me play," a nine year old Melinda moaned to her big brother, who looked down at her before shaking his head and sticking out his tongue childishly. Then he ran off with his new toy towards the swings in the park; leaving Melinda standing there alone with tears brimming in her eyes. "Hey, Mel, you can play with us if you want. Wy's being an idiot as usual. I heard mom saying something about teenage years. Do you wanna play?" a twelve year old Chris said to his sister from behind her. Parker was right next to him, giving her cousin a big smile.

"You want me to play with you?" Mel asked timidly and was instantly rewarded with Parker hooking her arm through Mel's right one and Chris swinging his arm around his little sister's shoulders before guiding her away from their annoying, big brother. "Of course I want to play with you, you're my little sister. I'll always make time for you," Chris answered softly. His love for Mel shined in his eyes. "But Wy....," Mel started to say before Parker cut her off.

"Don't worry about him, Mel. Like Mr. Neurotic Whitelighter over there said, he's being an idiot. We'll always play with you. Heck, I wouldn't be able to not play with you even if I didn't want to. You're too nice. Just ignore him, and if you can't ignore him, prank him," Parker said; getting a mischievous glint in her eyes and a cheeky grin on her lips. Mel looked at her cousin, touched by her words. When she saw the expression on Parker's face, she felt instant fear before remembering that the prank wasn't being directed at her. It was for her oldest brother. As she looked to her left, she saw Chris had a similar expression on his face and smirked. Oh, Wyatt was going to be given hell.

As Mel reached the top of the steps, another memory came into her head.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" her mom shouted at the two teenagers standing in front of her, both of them covered in a green slime and trying to smother their laughter. Their parents, Mel, and their other siblings stood in front of them with angry and amused looks on their faces. "We..... errrrr.....Parks?" Chris managed to get out without laughing as he turned to his cousin. Parker looked red in the face. Mel thought it was probably from containing her laughter. "Well, it's simple, Aunt Piper, I was doing my homework, when Chris persuaded me to take a break. So we went to the mall to get some slushies," Parker explained; her whole body shaking with laughter. Chris appeared to have caught on to Parker's idea cause Mel saw her brother's eyes light up with intelligence. "Yeah, and we challenged each other to see who could kill, I mean drink their slushy the fastest," Chris added. Mel saw her brother quickly catch their cousin's eye before turning quickly away; barely containing his laughter. "Uh huh, so what happened?" her Aunt Phoebe asked. Her tone was light, but Mel could tell she was angry with her daughter. Mel could also see that Parker didn't really care at that moment, as she was too busy trying not to laugh.

"Well, I was winning...," Parker started to say, but Chris cut her off. "Hey, I think we can establish that I was winning. Thank you very much." "Oh no, I was winning. My demo....I mean my slushy was half gone!" Parker shot back with a thoughtful expression on her face. Mel thought she must have been thinking back to the memory. "Anyway, like I was saying before, I was rudely interrupted," Parker continued as Chris stuck his tongue at her. Mel and the others looked at their siblings in amusement. There was never a dull moment with Chris and Parker around. "I was winning when the demo.....the slushy machine blew up!" Parker exclaimed, exaggerating what she said with her hands. "And cause we were so near it, we got slushy all over us!" Chris finished for his cousin; loudly, Parker nodded her head in agreement before looking away, tears in her eyes as the laughter she was containing nearly burst from her lips. Mel, too, had to look away for a second. She could never avoid a laugh when Parks and Chris were like this.
Their parents and other siblings stood there waiting, and Mel saw Chris couldn't contain it any longer. He burst into laughter with Parker right behind him. Their eyes were filled with tears as they bent over with their hands on their knees and laughed.

"Oh god,....a slushy machine....Well, they certainly were.......filled with a lovely......., sweet like, slushy substance," Chris managed to say through his laughter; sending Parker to the floor as her laughter increased.

"Piñata demons!" Parker exclaimed before her laughing fit over took her once more. Chris had now joined her on the floor in their laughing fit.

"ARE YOU QUITE FINISHED?" her mom shouted over her brother and cousins' laughter; who stopped laughing, looked at her, and then looked at each other before bursting into laughter once more. "This isn't funny, you two. You could have been badly hurt. What have we told you about going to the underworld?" Aunt Billie asked them. They quieted their laughter and stood on shaky legs to look at their parents and siblings, who were trying to hide their laughter. Mel was nearly in stitches as she tried to keep herself from not laughing. Her brother and cousin looked like aliens with all the green slime over them. "We shouldn't go to the underworld. It's dangerous, especially since we haven't gotten control of all of our powers yet. We can go when we're older, but for now, we should leave the demon vanquishes to you," Parker and Chris spoke in perfect unison. They had heard this speech a million times and knew it off by heart. "You're grounded for two weeks, Chris, we're adding this onto the grounding you've already got," Piper said forcefully as Leo nodded his head in agreement with his wife. Chris just nodded his head.

"You're grounded for two weeks as well, Parker, starting now," Phoebe spoke forcefully with Aunt Billie nodding her head in agreement. All four adults left the room. They were expecting Aunt Paige's family any minute. The siblings stayed; looking at their older/younger brother and sister. Parker and Chris looked at their siblings, catching Mel's eye and giving her a small smirk. Then they looked at each other. "So worth it," they said at the same time before falling to the floor once more with laughter with their siblings joining them. Mel, Patty, and Phoenix even went as far as to join them on the floor.

Mel hesitated at the door to Brooke and Parker's bedroom. She knew Brooke would be in there. Mel doubted that Brooke had really left the confinements of that bedroom since the families had departed from the others' company.

"Brooke?" the half whitelighter/half witch asked as she lightly tapped on the bedroom door and was greeted with silence. Sighing, Mel tried again. She herself was hurting. Her brother was gone, but she couldn't even imagine what Brooke and Bianca were going through. They had lost their soul mates. "Brooke, I know you're in there, please open up. It's important, please, Spence," Mel said; her voice nearly begging at the end. She was really close to Brooke. Her and Parks were like the older sisters Mel had never had. She would always go to the two of them if there was ever something wrong. On more than one occasion, she would lie on their bed with them as they hugged her while she cried over another failed relationship. She had lost count the number of times they both had been there for her. Whether it was for a hug, for reassurance, or just to sit and talk, they were always there for her. Now Parker was gone and Brooke....Well, Mel was pretty sure Brooke wasn't all there anymore, and this caused her even more pain than she was already feeling.

The young witch was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the bedroom door handle turning slowly before the door opened just enough that Mel could see Brooke's pale and withdrawn face through the gap. "Hey," Mel said softly as she took in the sight of the whitelighter's red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. "Hi," Brooke mumbled in reply. "Are you gonna let me in?" Mel asked. Her hands were ready to push against the door if she needed to use force.

Brooke looked at the young girl for a moment before sighing quietly and opening the door even further, allowing Mel to enter the bedroom and when she did, the witch/whitelighter gasped.

The room was a mess with the drawers and bedside tables overturned, the bed sheets ripped into small pieces and scattered around the room, and shards of glass littered on the floor haphazardly. Mel turned to Brooke with a sorrowful expression on her face. She knew what had happened. Marissa had stopped her from doing exactly the same thing last night to her own room. Instead, she let her cry and hit her, albeit very weakly, until Mel had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Brooke saw Mel survey the room before turning to look at her. The blonde whitelighter shrugged. "I needed it," she said quietly to the unasked question before slowly walking to the bed. "What do you want, Mel?" the blonde asked with a hint of curiosity in the pain-filled and depressed words.

"You need to come with me," Mel stated forcefully; seeing Parker and Brooke's bedroom was bringing her more pain, and the state it was in was raising her anger levels. She didn't need to have a rage fit right now. There were more important matters at hand.

"Spence, you need to come with now," Mel repeated when she saw Brooke make no move to get up from the bed. "Why?" Brooke asked tiredly. She was tired of everything. Nothing seemed to matter anymore now that her witch was gone. "Darryl is at the manor. He says he has something to tell us," Mel replied.

"So he can tell you. What does he need me there for?" Brooke asked quietly. So quietly that Mel had to strain to hear her. "It's something he needs to tell all of us. He said it's important. Please, Spence, you need to be there," Mel pleaded, but as she saw Brooke continue to stare blankly in front of her, she lost her control. "Damn it, Brooke. You need to come with me now! Do I have to make you?" Mel shouted to her best friend; coming to stand in front of the blonde whitelighter with her hands on her hips and glaring at Brooke. She was looking exactly like Piper as she did so.

Brooke looked at Mel for a minute before slowly rising from the bed and sighing softly. "Let's go," the whitelighter said in defeat; holding her hand out to Mel. She wasn't in any condition to orb at the moment. Mel grabbed her best friend's hand before orbing them to the manor.

"Darryl, what is so important that you had to get us all together before you could say anything?" Leo asked as calmly as he could; which wasn't very calmly. His son and eldest niece were dead. What could possibly be so important that Darryl needed all of them together to tell them?

Darryl looked at the faces of the Halliwell/Brody families and sighed. How the hell was he meant to tell them? It had only been two days, and now this? He knew there was going to be an uproar when he told them the information he had only recently been told himself. He was expecting a few explosions from Piper and Melinda as well.

"First off, you need to know that I am doing everything in my power to find out who did this. But my resources can only go so far," Darryl said. He needed them to know that he was doing everything he could. He had already made several phones calls, on his way over here, to other precincts in the surrounding areas. He had gotten them to help and had called up many of his snitches to see if they knew anything, but at that precise moment, they were coming up with blanks. "Bloody hell, Darryl, just tell us already!" Prue exclaimed angrily, and not one of the adults made any attempt to correct her on her language. They, too, were wanting to know what he had to tell them.

Darryl gave an exasperated sigh before saying with difficulty, "It's......Chris and Parker's......bodies...They're....They're.....missing." He said the last word in a whisper. "What do you mean missing?" Patty managed to ask. Everyone else was in shock. "What I mean is that their.....their bodies are gone.....They're not being found anywhere....It's like they've disappeared," Darryl explained. His voice was low, and you could tell he was waiting for the families to kick off. Before anyone said anything else, a voice sounded from the stairs.

"That's not the worst of it," the voice said. The Halliwell/Brody families and Darryl turned their heads in unison to look at the person and were stunned.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Phoebe asked her mom; surprised. She was just getting ready to start shouting questions at Darryl, and demand answers as to why her daughter's body was missing.

Patty looked at her daughters, their husbands and wives, and her grandchildren sadly. You could see what she had to tell them was tearing her up inside. "It's Chris and Parker…," she said. That made the families snap and cause an instant uproar in the Halliwell manor.

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