ATTENTION: THIS IS NO LONGER THE REWRITE!
I HAVE TAKEN A TEMPORARY HIATUS FROM WRITING THE REWRITE AND HAVE DECIDED TO POST THE COMPLETE ORIGINAL VERSION!
I HOPE TO BE BACK TO WRITING THE WRITE SOON, BUT AS OF THURSDAY, DECEMBER 17TH, 2009 I HAVE NO INSPIRATION FOR IT, SO PLEASE DON'T BE MAD!
AT THE POINT WHEN MY INSPIRATION RETURNS I WILL POST SEPERATE STORIES FEATURING THE REWRITE SO YOU WILL HAVE THE CHOICE OF READING EITHER, UNTIL THEN I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!
Chapter Eleven
"Jake?" Miley whispered, tiptoeing down the stairs at around four in the morning the next day. "Prue? Andy? Kyle?" She continued, not sure who she had heard watching T.V in the living room.
"Miley? What are you doing up?" Jake asked, his voice just as quiet, turning on the couch to look at her tear-stained face in the early morning darkness.
"I had a bad dream and then heard someone down here." She replied, shuffling over to him with Beary under one arm, making the entire picture very cute. "What are you doing up?"
"I just couldn't sleep so decided to watch some T.V." Jake shrugged, moving his legs off the couch so she could sit next to him. "What was your dream about?" Miley shook her head, her eyes wide with fear and he held his arms out slightly in invintation and she hesitantly crawled into them.
"Do you think my Dad and Jackson will be okay in Malibu?" She asked quietly after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "I mean, what if a demon attacks them to get information on me? They can't protect themselves and Prue, Andy and Kyle may not be able to get there in time if something happens." A few salty tears escaped her wide innocent eyes as she looked up at him. "I can't loose them too!"
"I don't know!" Jake replied honestly, absent-midedly stroking her hair. "But whatever happens, I'll be here for you forever, and so will your sisters and everyone else!"
"I can't loose them too!" Miley repeated, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she burried her face in his chest.
"What's going on here?" Kyle questioned coming into the living room a few hours later to find Jake and Miley both asleep cuddled up to each other on the couch.
"Why can't Roxy be like a kitty cat?" Miley mumbled in her sleep, shifting a little so she was almost completely in Jakes lap. "Puma's scare Miley!"
"Wake up!" Kyle ordered of the teenagers who remained blissfully unaware of his pressence, though not touching or coming near them for fear of a magical reaction from either one.
"Ponies don't eat people!" Jake argued with his dream, unconsciously gripping her tighter.
"Wake up!" Kyle said a little louder and Miley started to stir, rubbing her eyes childishly.
"I don wanna!" She whined, snuggling deeper into Jakes embrace - if that was even possible - before realizing she had strong, muscualar, most likley male arms around her and she panicked, jumping up before she could stop herself and because Jake was all wrapped around her they both went crashing to the floor, waking them both up to a somewhat inetilagable state. "We have got to stop doing that!" She muttered as the two slowly stood up, running a hair through her hair in a sleepy attempt to tame it.
"I don't know, I kind of like waking up with you on top of me!" Jake grinned, causing Miley to blush bright red.
"Well, I don't want people getting the wrong idea!" She replied defiantly, glaring at the floor in front of her so she wouldn't have to look at him.
"We're both fully clothed!" Jake shrugged, still grinning. "And you didn't say you don't like it."
"Like what? I used you as a pillow." Miley said, avoiding the subject. "A hard, warm pillow that hugs back."
"You liked it! You liked it!" Jake sang, orbing out before Miley could hit him upside the head.
"Hi!" Kyle smirked at Mileys eyes flew to him, widening slightly before her blush returned.
"Hi!" She mumbled, picking up Beary and starting up the stairs to her room, now avoiding his eyes as well and she couldn't help but think at this rate she wouldn't be able to look any of her new family in the eye by the end of the end.
"You liked it! You liked it!" Jake sang, walking into the kitchen twenty minutes later and Miley glared from her seat at the island where she was eating a bowl of Fruit Loops.
"Liked what?" Prue asked glancing from teenage boy to teenage girl with curriosity.
"Nothing!" Miley said quickly, forcing a spoonful of her cereal into Jakes mouth as he leaned against the table beside her to stop him from saying anything about their earlier situation. "I'm going to call Daddy and Jackson and then have a shower!" She anounced, shooting Jake a look that clearly said 'speak and die', before waltzing out of the room.
"What's up with her?" Andy asked, walking into the kitchen as Miley left, confusion written all over his face.
"Maybe it's her 'time of the month' or something?" Jake shrugged, deciding not to let the Fruit Loops go to waste. "What are we doing today?"
"I was thinking we could give Miley a break from the whole magic thing and just do something fun for a change." Prue suggested, pecking Andy lightly on the lips as he stopped by her on his way to get a cup of coffee. "I mean it's almost Christmas and if you looked around here you wouldn't know it, maybe we could decorate the house or something?"
"Oh, joy!" Jake muttered under his breath.
Power of Five
"Bring me a young demon!" The Source ordered one of his lower ranking minions. "Around 15 years old and male!"
"Yes, sire!" The demon quickly bowed out of the room to hunt down a teenage boy worthy of his master.
"Seer! What is the girl doing now?" The Source asked once his chambers were emptied of the unworthy.
"She is talking to her mortal father and sibling!" She replied, stroking her crystal ball specifically so that he could see the same thing as her.
"I love you, Daddy!" Miley sniffed into her phone just like she had at least twice a day since she left Malibu. "And you too, Jackson!" A couple of minutes later the girl hung up and sat in depressed silence for a moment before getting up and going to her bathroom.
"Get rid of them, the more she has tying her to good, the less likely she is to turn to us." He growled, watching his young target as she went through her morning routine.
