Hey, everybody! Sorry for the long wait, but here is the next installment of Broken Eternity. I'm really not too happy about how this turned out. I've rewritten it so many times though, I figured I better just keep this version. Thanks to all who've been patient.
The-Cheese-Fairy: Well thank you for the awesome review! So that this took so long to get posted, but you won't have to be patient much longer. Still believe Pat's good? Yeah, I do too. Pat/Kyle bonding will happen a lot in the latter chapters. Patrick's hair is short, sniff sniff I didn't want to do it, but I had to make a reason for Pat to orb to Kyle's. Hey, this is your birthday chapter! The flying monkey's and cheese make a special appearance! So this fluff chapter is dedicated totally to you, happy belated birthday! (Leo/Paige bonding is big foreshadowing. Mwuhahaha!) (Also, again, your Sugar Sensitive review made my night!)
AmethystLainey: Shhhhhh! Don't spoil anything, you know the whole story already. Don't curse out Patrick, you know why he did what he did. Of course Phoebe always finds a demon, she's a demon magnet. Lol. Thanks for the review!
Psychokitty3: Pat/Piper bonding happens during the whole story. It's the main thing is this fanfic, I think he may even have a closer relationship with Piper than he does with Paige or Kyle. Reason why he is so close to Piper is revealed in chapter 10. Did everyone die, at one time? No, they did not. But, notice that Patrick really only talks or thinks about Piper and Wyatt only? That's your clue. Drake has an accent, ah yes, I thought so! And Prue's eyes were stormy blue? Ah, shucks. I guess I'll just have to make them kind of greenish blue for this story, lol. Thanks for clearing that up! And thanks for the very nice review!
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Laurie Lu: Hee! I couldn't resist. I'm a huge Days fan and love Patrick Lockheart. I already knew I wanted this character's name to be Patrick but didn't know his last name. Then Lockheart popped into my head. Glad you liked the twist and the story! Thanks for the review! Can I mention, I'm totally in love with your story Unheard I've been waiting for a well done Paige/Chris story. I'll review as soon as I can get caught up.
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This chapter is probably filled with sooo many mistakes, since it hasn't been beta-read. So try to excuse them, please?
Chapter Seven: Cross My Heart
"Need an orb?"
She couldn't help but feel guilty. It was her fault, after all. That last thing she wanted was for Patrick to risk his life and get hurt. He wasn't hurt too badly, just a glancing wound on his side. Nothing Leo couldn't heal in a second. But she remained in her sulky state, upset that she had to be saved and someone got hurt for it. When they orbed to Magic School, Patrick had given her such a disappointed stare, it broke her heart. The only thing that made her smile during that entire time was Paige scolding Patrick for not grabbing Piper and orbing away - and taking Kyle down there! It was one of them moments where Paige was the mother, even if she didn't know it. Piper felt the need to just say "sorry" and "it was her fault" but it never came out. She kept her mouth shut and kept to herself. Paige tried to get her to talk, as Patrick looked at her with anger. Anger she deserved. Guilt she deserved. Patrick didn't deserve anything. He was only trying to protect her. But, still, she never voiced it aloud.
Then, she had a returning Leo orb her to her 'getaway', before he orbed back to check on their children. Right now, her night club was closed, of course. It was still day. P3 was a nice place to come, a bit of normality in a very un- normal life. Currently, life was more abnormal that it had ever been. Well, the whole year and a half Chris was there was abnormal. This was Deja Vu of him. Patrick even had some of his features and personality. Maybe it was a future thing? He had Chris' green eyes. Those futuristic eyes. They were a mix of several people. Complexed like Prue's. Green like Chris'. But he got those eyes from his father, Kyle, no doubt.
Piper rubbed the glass furiously, as almost taking out some of her frustration on the wine glass. Getting the glasses dry tried to stay top on her mind, but it kept wondering... Problems, problems, problems. All stemming from a certain future nephew. But she didn't blame him, how could she? It wasn't his fault. He was only trying to stop it. Triad. Triad, Triad, Triad. There was her problem. Blowing out a long breath, Piper continued to dry of the wet glasses and place them under the bar in orderly fashion. It was amazing how her mind could be thinking about one thing, yet her body unconscious does another. She picked up another glass, but before she could dry it - it turned into a Rose. As did all the other glasses. She looked around the room, stunned by the occurrence. "Who did that?"
"Someone who loves you."
Sparkling orbs formed behind her, revealing her husband. Wearing his usual plaid shirt and jeans, the whitelighter wrapped his arms around his wife. Piper, still surprised, wiggled playfully in Leo's grasp. "What if someone had been with me?"
"I sensed - you were alone, Piper. Nobody was around. Do you like them?"
"You know I love flowers." She smiled, turning around and pecking him on the cheek. "Thank you."
Since they got back together, this was the first time Leo had been romantic. This was the Leo she fell in love with. His chin rested softly on her shoulder, swaying gently side to side. "You know what I was thinking? How about you and I take a cruise down in the Caribbean? Just me, and you."
Before she could answer his proposal, he whipped her around and pressed his lips against hers. Taken by surprise, her eyes grew wide, but then became entranced by the deepness of the kiss. After a few moments, she slowly pulled away. "Okay." She breathed, blinking quickly. "Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?" He smirked, taking her hands in his. "Can't a husband kiss his wife?"
"That wasn't just a kiss. You haven't kissed me like that in over a year."
"I realized something..." He moved forward, "I've been neglecting," He leaned his head toward her neck, "My wife." Leo kissed the top of her neck, and lustfully made his way down...
"You know," She piped in, throwing her neck back as Leo continued to kiss around her neck. "I like the idea of a vacation..." Her hand ran through the back of his short buzzed hair, allowing the kisses to get more passionate, until'...
"Hey, Aunt Piper." Patrick orbed in across the room, completely unaware of the personnel moment being shared between is uncle and aunt. Then, he saw it. He bit his bottom lip, taking several steps back, quickly turning around. "Oh, god.. I'm sorry." His pale cheeks blushed, throwing his hands over his eyes. "Am I interrupting something, important?"
Leo stopped, his teeth clenching together. His first moment alone with Piper in a while was ruined. The whitelighter narrowed his eyes, lifting his head up to see his embarrassed future nephew. "Patrick," He sneered.
"Hey, Pat." Instantly pushing Leo away, and wiping her lips, she tugged down her soft yellow shirt. This was not what she wanted him to see. Leo cleared his throat, his head snapping away from the teen. Piper was having a hard time regaining her composure, "W-wh-what are you d-doing here?"
"Are you decent?"
"Patrick, turn around." He un spaced two of his fingers, letting one green eye pop out to see. Spinning around, he breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Sorry. I can come back.."
"No, you're here now. Stay." Leo rubbed the back of his neck, trying to avoid eye contact with Patrick. "I'll see you later, Piper." He leaned in and kissed her cheek; but adverted his eyes over to Paige's son. The prophecy. He was going to kill his son. Chris. Piper's sister. Phoebe. Was it the truth? Could he really be after them two? Leo's green eyes gazed over with confusion, could he even leave Patrick alone with Piper? No, no, no. This was his nephew. This was Paige's son. Patrick always had good vibes about him, he was a gentle - then again, a troubled soul, but good none the less. If Patrick did try to pull anything, and the prophecy was right, Piper has her own powers. She could freeze him, or if worst came to worst, blow him up. Maybe all he needed was to have a talk with Patrick, later. Confront him about it. There had to be a reason for this prophecy. But, the mean time, he would give Pat the benefit of a doubt. He was family. You always trust your family.
Patrick noticed Leo's glare, and instantly became worried. Oh, man. What the hell did the Elder's tell him? If he knows the truth...
He stepped forward, his eyes automatically locking with Leo's.
Piper, now noticing friction between the two, laid a hand on Leo's chest. "Oh, Leo, wait. Can you heal Patrick..."
"No." Patrick snapped intensely, "I'm fine. It doesn't even hurt."
"You aren't fine-"
"It's okay. Really. I don't need healing." She sighed, knowing Patrick's stubbornness. It was a Halliwell trait, what could she say? "All right, if you say so." Turning toward Leo, she softly smiled. "We'll talk tonight, okay? And discuss that little trip you want to take." She tweaked his nose, causing him to smirk.
"Okay, I'll see both of you later." His eyes directed toward Patrick, once again making the friction flare up between them, but was broken when Leo disappeared in orbs.
"Man," Patrick commented, walking over to the bar stool and sitting down, "What' s got into him?"
"I don't know. Did you two fight or something?"
"Not at all. He seemed fine when he left to go to the Elders."
"The Elders," Piper narrowed her eyes, puckering out her lips, "Wonder what they told him?"
"I'm sure it's nothing. He seemed in a good mood until' I interrupted. Sorry about that, again."
"Ah, don't worry about it." She shrugged it off, patting his hand. "You've got better things to worry about." Piper turned around, and walked over to the other side of the bar. Patrick slumped his head, fearing what she was going to do if his said what he wanted to. He licked his lips, and prepared himself. In a blow and easy breath, he let it slip out. "Like, what happened in the Underworld."
She stopped. Of course he would bring that up. "We don't need to discuss that." She shot out easily, trying to ignore the teen's gaze. She threw down her matted rag; maybe he would let it go.
"You know we do." Then again, maybe he wouldn't. "Looks, just leave it okay? I don't want to talk about that." He smiled, leaning over the counter top and grabbing her hand before she was able to walk away. Patrick tugged her hand and pulled her back toward him.
"I'm sorry." He spoke softly, giving her hand a quite squeeze before letting go. "I don't want you to feel bad for what happened, it was my fault. I pushed you too far... I-I... I just...I.." His voice trailed off as his body slumped. Sadness drowned his face while he found the words to continue with, "I didn't want you to get hurt. I saw Triad, hoped for the best.. and, got hurt. I don't want you to feel responsible. You were only trying to help. I get that now." She starred at him, shocked, relieved, and then.. feeling guilty. It was her fault. Not his; he couldn't make himself feel bad for no reason. Piper swiftly turned away regretfully once again.
"Patrick," She moaned, "oh.. don't. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault."
"Yes it wa-"
"No, please." She shook her head, "I should have said something at Magic School. I really am sorry, I put you in danger.. and I shouldn't have. Now, don't forget this moment. It's one of them rare times where I'm saying I'm wrong, and someone else is right. It's so rare because I'm always right..."
"Oh," He mused with a goofy smile. "I see you ramble too."
"I do not ramble. Paige, on the other hand does. You know, it must be a trait because Phoebe does it time to time too...hm, if I recall, Prue did it sometimes..."
"Point proven."
She screwed her face up, narrowing her eyes at him in a teasingly manner. "Okay, so what made you say sorry to me? Was it out of the goodness of your heart?"
"No, actually. Mom's lecture. I'm not even born yet and she is already being my mom."
"Hah, what did she tell you?" He pursed his lips, tracing the smooth counter with his index finger.
"Well, to say I'm sorry. Tell you I'm wrong, and to make sure you felt really guilty." He chuckled, now letting out that Paige had untimely taken his side in the matter. Paige knew Piper to well; of course she would be feeling guilty. She was wrong, after all. "She told me you'd break. But, you did - faster than I thought." Patrick moved closer to a seething Piper, who knew she had just been duped. He stuck his tongue out, childishly wiggling it back and forth. "I was right, you were wrong! Hah!" Piper's upper lip twitched in anger,
"Watch it, orb boy." She growled out; whisking forward and getting eye to eye with the witch/whitelighter. Out of instinct, he shot back down; sending her a perplexed look. "You have no sense of humor."
"I used too."
"Yeah, well what happened?"
"I became a witch."
"Oh," He grumbled, "I'm sorry that makes you so miserable to be around."
"You're really PUSHING IT!" She yelled, that weak hold on her temper finally breaking. She threw her left arm up, flicked her wrists and froze the teenager on spot. The witch even shocked herself for a moment. Piper waved a hand in front of the frozen boy, her mouth hanging open, but then slapped it shut and chuckled. "You deserved that. You're lucky I didn't blow you up..." Her words trailed off, as realization dawned on her. Good witches. Don't freeze.
"Oh no." Her eyes became wide with shock, as she stumbled back. "Patrick..."
Then he suddenly blinked. "Fooled you." He sent her a cheeky grin, once again fooling her. A fake apology and now a fake freeze; she was going soft. "Oh Piper, if you can't freeze me, then don't expect to freeze Triad or Zankou either."
"You weren't supposed to freeze, anyway." She grumped quickly, lifting her head up. She was more relieved then anything that he didn't actually freeze. But he sucked all the joy out of that in being a smart ass. "And I could so freeze them."
"Then why didn't you in the Underworld?"
"I was GOING too, but you had to play hero and orb in and get yourself hurt!"
"Back to blaming me! You just admitted it was your fault!"
"That was because I felt bad for you! Now I regret that most!" He gritted his teeth; his temper really starting to flare.
"You know what, you define the word WITCH!"
"You know what else, you define the words PAIN IN THE A-" The Charmed One bit back her words as blue and white lights appeared on top of the smooth counter top; right between her and Patrick. Out of the orbs appeared two small boys. One, obviously still a little baby, and the other, a vastly aging toddler. The dirty blonde haired boy giggled in amusement at what he had just done. "Hi, mommy!"
"Wyatt," Piper gasped, dumbstruck to see her two sons in front of her. They had never orbed in public like that before, and they weren't going to start! Chris didn't know what he was doing, he was only seven months old. "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell," Piper started, her hands finding a place on each hip. Patrick made his eyes grow wide; first time she ever used his full name. That was bad. If she would have called him 'Patrick Samuel Halliwell' a few moments ago, he would have headed for the hills. "What did me and daddy tell you about orbing in front of people?"
"Um," He stuck a finger in his mouth, "It mommy and Pat. Nobody here."
"There could have been, Wyatt." She managed to say firmly, yet gently enough so he wouldn't become upset. "And you don't orb your little brother anywhere unless there's a demon or mommy or daddy say so."
"Yup, okay." The two-and-a-half year old announced, less than interested in what his mother had to say. Those terrible two's were starting. Chris looked around, awed-struck by his surroundings. This place was new to him, Wyatt had been to P3 several times, and also had that magnificent sensing power. Chris, currently had no powers.
Without wasting another moment, Piper scooped up her youngest son in her arms. "Hey, angel. Did your big brother take you for an orbing ride? And here I thought the nanny's at Magic School were watching you two well. Mommy's gonna have to have a talk with Auntie Paige."
"Howdy!" Wyatt slid on his butt across the smooth top, his soft black pants making the sliding even easier. Patrick smiled at the wide-eyed toddler, "Well hi there."
"Wat ya doin'?" "Nothing. Aren't you supposed to be with Auntie Paige?"
"I wat a cheeeeese pizzzzzzzzzzz," He stretched out the z's, liking the vibrating tickling feeling on the tip of his tongue, "ZA!"
"Do you? Hm, you wanna see a trick?" The twice-blessed child's eyes lit up, "Yeah!"
"Come here then." He lifted up his cousin, and sat him on his lap. "Now watch, you want a pizza, I can give you a pizza." Chris, Wyatt and even Piper watched with confusion as Patrick lifted his hand up above the bar counter. A soft white glow illuminated from his palm; fascinating the children. "What are you doing?" Piper backed away with Chris, unsure of what he was doing. But the glow soon disappeared and almost like a hologram projection, a pizza appeared. Sure enough, cheese, just like Wyatt wanted.
"Oh, wow. How did you do that?" Piper asked, surprised. Wyatt batted his eye lashes at the hologram pizza, clearly delighted. He lunged for it, but to his dismay, his arm passed right through it.
"Aw, crap!" Wyatt mimicked what Piper usually said when something didn't go the way she wanted.
"It's a power, I've had it all my life. Although, I'm not particularly good at it. I can do small things though, like this." He answered his aunt's question, shrugging his shoulders. It was a nice power to have, not many people could project things they hadn't seen. Chris tried to wiggle out of his mother's and touch it, but she kept him back. "You have any other powers I should know about, orb boy?"
"I can freeze things, and blow up things. Like you." Patrick glanced up at her, "I can orb, throw energy waves and levitate. I'm pretty fast too." Piper unexpectedly smirked at his response; he had gained a power from each of them. Not even Wyatt or Chris had that, as far as she knew. Patrick definitely was special. Even if he acted like a right out smart ass to her. Maybe Wyatt wasn't the only prophesied child in the family. Wyatt once again leaned over and starred at the pizza, his eyes fixated on it, his mouth watering. "Cheeeeese."
"Cheese, Wyatt?" Patrick laughed, lifting his hand up one more time above the hologramic pizza. "Here ya go," With a quick flash of white lighting, the pizza morphed into a block of cheddar cheese. Hologramic cheddar cheese. Wyatt would have much preferred the real thing, but this still amused him greatly. It hovered nearly two inches above the bar top, occasional lines zipping through it, almost like it was a digital image. Piper was still thoroughly impressed.
"Mmm," Wyatt's mouth gapped open a little bit, "I wants cheese."
"We'll go home and eat, honey. I think Chris is hungry too." The dark-eyed witch said playfully to Chris more so than Wyatt, who was too captivated by Patrick's holograms. The baby giggled softly, while his mother pressed and rubbed her nose against his. She has been teaching him the small Eskimo kisses, like she used to do with Wyatt when he was a baby. Chris often ended up over doing and would bonk his head into Piper's nose. But at the moment, he didn't rub back, he just giggled, enjoying the attention. Patrick pulled out a small smile; seeing Piper like this reminded him greatly of future Piper. Somebody he considered more of a mother than an aunt. Sobering himself quickly, he stood up with Wyatt hanging by both arms around his neck, and lent out his hand. "Need an orb?"
But, for a boy-from-the-future-all-powerful-smart-ass, he had quite a sweetness about him. Although, she was sure she would be regretting thinking that soon enough. She couldn't blame him for being a smart ass, it was in his genes. "I certainly do."
"For the record, I don't think you're a 'witch'."
"I'm so glad." She replied, sarcastically. He face fell, he attempted to apologize and she still blew him off. Then, the she smiled.
"I don't think you're a pain the," She stopped, her voice now lowering, "a-s-s." Piper spelled out, to keep her young children from hearing.
"Thanks. And uh… I don't think you're miserable to be around," He took her hand, "I actually think you're quite fun." The hologram cheese disappeared, saddening Piper's young children. "Much more fun than Phoebe."
"Ooh, really?" The oldest sister mused, flashing off her radiant smile. "I can't wait to tell her that."
"No, don't tell her." Patrick whined, as orbs started to surround the four.
"I so am." And they disappeared is swirling lights, Piper's words still lingering in the air.
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These were supposed to be tests of senior students? More like 3rd graders. F's galore. Were the teachers not teaching or were the students not learning? This was Magic School, for goodness sakes! How hard could magical tests be for magical students? It wasn't like she was asking them to do spells, just write some down. Half of them couldn't do that right. "F." Paige said aloud, writing the big fat letter across the paper. Then added a little note which read, "Disappointing."
Getting too deep in thought, Paige nearly forgot about the man sitting beside her. His chin rested on the glossy wooden table, his legs bouncing up and down with anticipation. He needed to leave, now. "Sweet tart, I appreciate that you care for me this much, but I really need you to.. you know, do that light show thing with me and send me home."
She raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, dropping her pen and leaning back in the large leather chair. Her Headmistress chair. Everyone knew better to stay out of it, ever since she found a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of it. Lets just say, it was not a pretty sight. The students who sat in her chair were still in detention.
"I just can't believe he took you down in the Underworld! What if something had happened, or worse…"
"Whoa, whoa. Settle down." He said, almost chuckling. Kyle laid his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders, trying to ease her tense body. "I'm still here, as you can see. And it was just a reaction by him, his aunt was in trouble, he grabbed onto something and white lighted away. I can understand that."
"I'm just a worry wart, you should know that about me."
"I do know, Paige. I like that about you."
"You like me being a worry wart?" She said, her voice brightening.
"I like it very much. But not when it keeps me from doing something important."
"Like..?"
"Getting you a present." Present. Her face lit up like a 5-year-old who had just been given a pony.
"A present? Sweetie you don't have too."
"Sure I do—ooof!" Her arms lunged around his neck, literally jumping from her chair to his lap, making him almost fall out.
"How did you know I love presents?" She squealed, covering his face in kisses. He squinted his eyes; she was kissing his eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, but not his lips. Dull traces of her bright red lipstick were planted on his face, "I just assumed." Kyle took his hand and tried to wipe away her lipstick, but he didn't mind. He liked her kisses. He liked them a lot.
Musing to himself, he smiled at her. "Presents." The agent said again, hoping the word would set off another kissing reaction. To his delight, it did. She grinned, kissing him near his ear, then went in a straight across his cheek, where her lips eventually met his. His green eyes fluttered for a moment; she always gave the best kisses.
He parted his mouth a bit, trying to speak, "I should buy you stuff," Paige wouldn't allow him to speak anymore, putting both hands on his face, she pulled closer to him and deepened an already passionate kiss.
Kyle, for a minute, thought he died and gone to heaven. Although he was really enjoying the heavenly kiss, but he knew he needed to leave. Kyle gently put his arms on her shoulders and easily pulled away. "More often." He finished his statement. "As much as I would like to stay and continue this, I need to get going, sweet tart." Rubbing his lipstick infested face one more time, he stood up and gave her a small loving kiss on the forehead.
If it was her choice he would be with her all day long; forever. But his job and her magical duties prevented that from happening. She cherished his days off. The youngest Charmed One took his hand a squeezed it. "Bye, honey. Call me later, okay?"
"Gotcha." He gave her the thumbs up, smiling. "But um... do I get a hint?"
"About?"
Kyle scratched the back of his head, "About what you like..."
"After six months you don't know what I like?"
"Well, I know you like charms and perfume. I really don't consider them worthy of anniversary presents."
She tapped a finger on her chin, "Okay, let me tell you what." Paige stood up from her chair, her black over-cover gown dragging the floor. She placed her arm around his waist, "I'll take you a small walk through the school, inform you on my likes, and then, orb you home. Sound good?"
"Yeah, sounds good." He draped his arm over her shoulders, and the couplet started to walk away from the main area in Magic School, arm in arm. Their 6-month anniversary tomorrow, even though it wasn't anything big, it meant a lot to Paige. So then, it meant a lot to Kyle. It was the longest relationship either of them had been in. And things only looked to get better. Laying his head on her soft hair, he sighed, content with life. Avatars were gone, and he had Paige in his life. Everything was so good that all he had to worry about is what his girlfriend wanted. And so, whispered out three little words that meant so much. "I love you."
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"Like as the waves make toward the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end.." Drake drew him arm back and proceeded too through the pebble into the pond. Phoebe smiled, as the small rock bounced off the water a couple times before sinking. "Yeah, I was never good at that."
Phoebe snuggled in his arms, her head resting on his chest. It was getting close to sunset; but not quite there yet. To her, this was the most beautiful time of day. The park would be closing soon, but she intended to stay there until it did. The pair laid under a tree, which was next to the small pond. The tree shaded unwanted sun in their eyes; also giving them a bit a privacy from other people. "I love Shakespeare, and the way you say it. Where did you learn it from?"
"Oh, I read." He nodded to himself, "I read a lot of books."
"Hmm, a handsome Shakespeare quoter, that's romantic and a gentlemen….even a book reader." Phoebe narrowed her eyes playfully, "Are you sure you're not too good to be true?"
"I have flaws." Drake looked down at her, his bottom lip sticking out. The last thing he needed was her thinking he was perfect. Hell, he was a demon.
"Like what?"
"Well, like," The good demon furrowed his brows inward, beside being a demon.. what were his flaws? He'd never really thought about it that much. Puckering his lips, he tapped his chin.
Phoebe giggled, "See, you don't have any."
"Yes! Well, for starters, I'm crazy about you and your son."
"Oh please!" The witch blushed, slapping her hands on to her cheeks. "You are not."
"I am."
"You're crazy about me?" Her grin became huge; her hands now covering her face. "That's your flaw?"
"Sure is. Nobody has ever made me feel this way. Phoebe Halliwell," The British demon took her hands and slowly brought them down to her legs, "I'm crazy about you."
"You're making yourself more too-good-to-be-true by the minute, with remarks like these." He was caught by surprise by a quick kiss on the lips, which melted his heart. Yes, demons have hearts! So this was the woman Belthazor fell in love with. He could easily see why.
"Well thank you, m'lady." He tried to wrap his arm around her once again, but she pushed him back.
"No, you still didn't tell me your flaws."
"Phoebe, you really want me to list my flaws? There's a ton.."
"Just some, come on. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He laughed, she sounded like a nosey little sister. Folding him arms, Drake eyed Phoebe cautiously. "What you hear, stays between you and me. Got it?"
"Yes, dear."
"All right," Drake brushed back some of his black hair; "When I watched Titanic, I got misty eyed. I like to dance to Elvis Presley, I do not like elevators, and I'm a very picky eater." He tried to explain, actually those weren't all lies. He did like to dance to Elvis, and… he did cry the first time watching Titanic. But that was beside the point.
"Those are flaws?" Her nose wrinkled, "Oh, wow. Well, honey. It's safe to say that you're human." He nervously smiled, nodding quickly in agreement. This was getting too hard to do. But he had to force himself to keep it hidden, just a little longer. She would understand; he was different from Cole. Much more different. Shaking his thoughts away, he slapped her knee. "Your turn." The witch groaned, now regretting she ever said anything. "Okay, but you keep this quiet!" He crossed his legs, preparing himself. Drawing an X across his heart; he held up two fingers. "Cross my heart."
"Well, I am sidetracked easily, I often forget my duties, sometimes neglect important stuff, and I'm very unorganized." She took in a breath, "I also can't keep secrets. It goes in one ear and comes out my mouth."
"Oh, not good at keeping secrets?" She shook her head.
He traced the grass with his finger. "Neither am I."
"Really?" She laughed lightly, "Well we have something in common then."
"Phoebe," He said seriously, "You know, you keep a big secret very well for someone who doesn't do well with secrets."
Her lips sunk in, worry draining into her dark brown eyes quickly. "Um," She tried to keep her oblivious tone. "What do you mean?"
"I have to tell you something." He breathed in deeply; preparing himself to break the awful truth. Truth he was afraid, she may not be able to handle. But he had to try. "I know about you."
"W-what about me?" Phoebe's tone tried to stay even, but the words she was hearing – coming from him – were starting to panic her. He couldn't know. There wasn't any possible way he could know! Until' she heard these exact words I know you're a witch, she had to act completely clueless. But what if he did say that?
Drake's eyes darted side to side; there wasn't an easy way to say he knew the truth or what he was. Was blurting it the best way to handle this? Wincing as he opened his lips, Drake made a pained expression. "You're a Charmed One. I know this because... of what I am. I'm a demon"
As if hearing he knew her secret wasn't enough... she had just heard a nightmare of hers coming true. "Oh my god.." She grabbed her purse, her face was now drained of color, and was written with pure fear. Not only fear, but betrayal. He was a demon! Seven weeks, she went without knowing. This was Cole all over again. How could this be happening? Stumbling as she got up, Phoebe took off through the grass, without taking another look back. Her heart was pumping hard, it almost hurt.
"Phoebe, wait.. Let me explain!" He called out, but didn't move to chase after her. She turned around, her feet still walking, "You stay away from me!" She seethed out, her voice carrying so much emotion. He saw the redness of her face, tears had already started to fall down her cheeks.
She looked away, once again taking off as soon as she got on the black top. People walking their dogs, jogging, and strolling their children all stopped and looked, perplexed by the two fighting couple, and the woman running off in tears.
Drake stood there, a look of grief had clouded over his face.
A heart he swore he felt beat just a few minutes ago, was gone. When Phoebe wasn't there, he didn't have a heart.
She was his heart.
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Flying Monkeys. Flying freaking Monkeys! Since he was three-years-old he always loved every time those Flying Monkey's showed up in his favorite flick, The Wizard of Oz. After a stressful say, the teen revoked to the couch in the sitting room, where he lay, being lazy. As every teenager should be. Piper, Leo and the boys retreated off to Magic School, but wouldn't tell him why. They should have been getting back soon, it was the kid's bedtime.
Patrick laughed; remembering when he was eight and asked Piper to get him a Flying Monkey as a pet. Needless to say, she didn't get him one. Paige was out with Kyle, Phoebe was out with Drake, and Piper and Leo were gone. He was alone. Peace and quiet. Only the sound of a Wicked Witch on the tv, sending out her pet moneky's.
His lean body stretched out, making himself sink down more into the couch. Finally he had gotten comfortable until he heard a cell phone start to go off in the kitchen. "Oh, damn it." His legs really didn't want to move. Getting a smirk on his face, he held his hand out, "Cell phone."
Piper would scold him if she caught him. Personnel gain. The cell phone orbed into his hand, and then noticed the color of it. It was Paige's. It was odd for her not to take it with her when she went out. He flipped it open. Caller ID read: Brody, Kyle.
This was really strange.
Accepting the call, he put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey Pai.. Patrick?"
That was definently his father. "Yeah, it's me. Isn't Paige with you?"
"No, I only saw her at Magic School and then left. Why? Isn't she there?"
Patrick suddenly got a sickening feeling in his stomach. "Uh, no. She isn't. I thought she was with you all day. Her cell phone was here, but I assumed she forgot it."
"That's strange. She told me to call her when I got home. You sure she isn't there?"
"No, I've been here most of the day. I went to Magic School, and they said she left with you."
"She orbed me home; she didn't leave. Maybe she went to do something.. you know. Kill demons."
"I don't know, that isn't like her. But hey, when I see her, I'll tell her to give you a call." Patrick couldn't hide the concern echoing in his voice.
"All right, thanks. Bye."
"Bye." He slapped the phone down on the table. Now where was his mother? His legs never got the rest they deserved. Maybe she had come home and he didn't hear her? She could have been taking a shower or sleeping. She was okay though. She had to be or else he wouldn't of been still alive.
Patrick looked around in the kitchen, even opened the basement door. "Paige, you down there?" He called, not taking one step down the stairs. Nobody replied. Of course; why would she be down there? He took a quick look in the conservatory, not there either.
"Paige!" He yelled, jogging up the stairs. He looked in each room. Nothing. Even in the attic, nothing. "Man, this is all I need!" Sighing, the future teen ran down back down the stairs, then took a good look around the sitting room. He knew he wasn't going to find her in the Manor. Patrick leaned up against the wall, his head titled up toward the stairs. "Okay, got to find Paige," He took in a deep breath, "If I was mom, where would I be?"
"Patrick?"
He heard a voice say his name in back of him. His body got very still. That was his mother's voice. She must of orbed in. Partly he was relived; but the other half went into a panic. He had called her mom. And she was in back of him. Turning around, inch by inch; his green eyes laid rest on her. She had heard him.
Paige dropped her purse; stunned. "Mom?"
TBC...
WHEW! All done. I promise, the next chapter will not take so long! So, since this took so long.. I'm going to give you a treat. A preview for not only the next chapter, but the next three chapters. I'll keep the previews short so none of them give away the out come of the end of this chapter.
Witch Way Does the Wind Blow: Paige and Kyle's small party get's lots of un-wanted party guests. Half the Underworld. Drake, Leo, and the sisters try to fight most fo them off, while Patrick goes after Triad and Zankou, who are for some reason, after the book. Patrick gets hurt, but the girls come in time, and adre able to vanquish both demons. Patrick is elated, but later that night, while trying to sleep, he gets an un-expected visitor from the future.
Born to Lose: A battle damaged Wyatt shows up to take Patrick back to the future, where his Aunt Piper needs him. Wyatt tells him Triad is not dead,and he's more crazy than before.Patrick informs Leo and even Drake, and the two head off into the future.
Echoes in Eternity: Patrick is stunned to see Magic School destroyed, but it more hurt to see his Aunt Piper fading fast. Wyatt leaves them alone and he and Bianca take off into a destroyed city to find food. Piper and Patrick have a heart to heart tissues needed, major character death
