They sat down at the table. A few minutes later, Cole Turner ran in the door to join them. He had gotten a rare break from his case. He sat down at the head of the table. Jersey and Jordan sat on one side, Tim on the other. Phoebe sat at the end of the table. They all wordlessly stared at the empty chair that was sitting next to Tim's seat.
"Why is that there?" Cole asked, finally breaking the silence. He nodded his head towards the chair.
"Same reason why my chair is here?" Tim joked. He didn't know anything. Jersey and Jordan looked at each other. They shared a look.
"Christina," whispered Jersey under her breath. Jordan covered for her by coughing loudly. Phoebe looked at him in alarm. Nobody seemed to notice Jersey's comment.
"Christina," this time it was Jordan. Jersey covered for him by freezing the bowl of ravioli mid air. Phoebe gave her a look.
"Sorry mom, it's fun." Jersey said. She looked at Jordan. Nobody suspected anything. Suddenly, a blue and white orb filled the back room.
"Hey Leo," called Phoebe. It wasn't unusual for Leo to show up mid meal to visit. He liked Jordan's food and often showed up on the days that he was cooking.
"Hey, I'm not Leo," a feminine voice sounded from behind Phoebe.
"Who are you?" Phoebe spun around in fear. It could be anybody. Cole stood up.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Christina stepped out of the shadows. Phoebe gasped and Cole looked stunned.
"Chrissie? But how? You're supposed to be a ghost. Ghosts don't orb. And ghost's glow and float, and you're walking!" Phoebe burst out.
"I'm not a ghost. The council had a different calling in mind for me."
"What are you? You're not a…?" Cole's voice drifted off. Jersey and Jordan looked at them with silly grins on their faces. Tim stared in amazement. Christina had been his favorite sister.
"I'm a whitelighter." Christina explained. Before Phoebe could put a word in, Christina continued, "I'm Jordan and Jersey's whitelighter. The council foretold my death--that's why we didn't have a whitelighter ahead of time. They decided that I was fit to be a whitelighter, even though I was born a witch. Normally, they don't allow that, but they made an exception for me."
"Chrissie, we missed you so much." Cole told her, starting to cry.
"It's only been five days." Christina said looking puzzled. "Oh, yeah, ten years. They warned me about that. I've only been gone for five days my time. Oh, mommy? Victor says hi."
"Tell him hi for me next time you see him, sweetie. Let's sit down and talk." The entire family walked towards the dinner table. They sat down. Christina sat down at her old chair. Jersey smiled to herself for remembering to put it at the table.
"Chrissie, you look so much older. If you've only been up there for five days?" Tim's voice trailed off.
"I aged to about twenty-five. Just to make sure I stayed the older sister." she playfully glared at Jordan and Jersey. "I'm a whitelighter now. I have a totally different set of responsibilities. You guys have to listen to me." She heard a ringing noise. "I've got to go, they're calling me."
"You just got reunited with your family and they're making you LEAVE?" asked Phoebe, really annoyed.
"Yup, see you later." Christina started to orb out, but Cole stopped her.
"I feel so guilty about what happened," he said. Everybody else left the room.
"Daddy, it wasn't your fault. I made the choice. I forgot about my powers. I died. Now I'm back to be a whitelighter for my brother and sister." She gave him a hug. "It wasn't your fault."
"Wish I could say the same." Cole muttered, "It was my fault. I let you stay in the room with me!"
"Daddy, the choice was mine. It was my turn to die and to go forefill a higher calling. I'm back now daddy. I forgave myself days ago. Now you have to forgive yourself."
"I love you, Chrissie."
"I love you too, Daddy." With that, Christina orbed out of the house. Cole watched in amazement, wondering how many times she would do that. He turned around slowly and walked into the living room with the rest of his family. They were all smiling.
"She's back!" yelled Tim. Jersey and Jordan just smiled. They would get used to the sudden appearance for years to come.
But that's another story…..
SEE! I finally ended it Trinity Day! I'm not sure if I'm going to do another one. If I do, it will probably focus on the Power of Two mentioned briefly. Any ideas? All comments are appreciated! :)
-Black Ice
"Why is that there?" Cole asked, finally breaking the silence. He nodded his head towards the chair.
"Same reason why my chair is here?" Tim joked. He didn't know anything. Jersey and Jordan looked at each other. They shared a look.
"Christina," whispered Jersey under her breath. Jordan covered for her by coughing loudly. Phoebe looked at him in alarm. Nobody seemed to notice Jersey's comment.
"Christina," this time it was Jordan. Jersey covered for him by freezing the bowl of ravioli mid air. Phoebe gave her a look.
"Sorry mom, it's fun." Jersey said. She looked at Jordan. Nobody suspected anything. Suddenly, a blue and white orb filled the back room.
"Hey Leo," called Phoebe. It wasn't unusual for Leo to show up mid meal to visit. He liked Jordan's food and often showed up on the days that he was cooking.
"Hey, I'm not Leo," a feminine voice sounded from behind Phoebe.
"Who are you?" Phoebe spun around in fear. It could be anybody. Cole stood up.
"Mommy? Daddy?" Christina stepped out of the shadows. Phoebe gasped and Cole looked stunned.
"Chrissie? But how? You're supposed to be a ghost. Ghosts don't orb. And ghost's glow and float, and you're walking!" Phoebe burst out.
"I'm not a ghost. The council had a different calling in mind for me."
"What are you? You're not a…?" Cole's voice drifted off. Jersey and Jordan looked at them with silly grins on their faces. Tim stared in amazement. Christina had been his favorite sister.
"I'm a whitelighter." Christina explained. Before Phoebe could put a word in, Christina continued, "I'm Jordan and Jersey's whitelighter. The council foretold my death--that's why we didn't have a whitelighter ahead of time. They decided that I was fit to be a whitelighter, even though I was born a witch. Normally, they don't allow that, but they made an exception for me."
"Chrissie, we missed you so much." Cole told her, starting to cry.
"It's only been five days." Christina said looking puzzled. "Oh, yeah, ten years. They warned me about that. I've only been gone for five days my time. Oh, mommy? Victor says hi."
"Tell him hi for me next time you see him, sweetie. Let's sit down and talk." The entire family walked towards the dinner table. They sat down. Christina sat down at her old chair. Jersey smiled to herself for remembering to put it at the table.
"Chrissie, you look so much older. If you've only been up there for five days?" Tim's voice trailed off.
"I aged to about twenty-five. Just to make sure I stayed the older sister." she playfully glared at Jordan and Jersey. "I'm a whitelighter now. I have a totally different set of responsibilities. You guys have to listen to me." She heard a ringing noise. "I've got to go, they're calling me."
"You just got reunited with your family and they're making you LEAVE?" asked Phoebe, really annoyed.
"Yup, see you later." Christina started to orb out, but Cole stopped her.
"I feel so guilty about what happened," he said. Everybody else left the room.
"Daddy, it wasn't your fault. I made the choice. I forgot about my powers. I died. Now I'm back to be a whitelighter for my brother and sister." She gave him a hug. "It wasn't your fault."
"Wish I could say the same." Cole muttered, "It was my fault. I let you stay in the room with me!"
"Daddy, the choice was mine. It was my turn to die and to go forefill a higher calling. I'm back now daddy. I forgave myself days ago. Now you have to forgive yourself."
"I love you, Chrissie."
"I love you too, Daddy." With that, Christina orbed out of the house. Cole watched in amazement, wondering how many times she would do that. He turned around slowly and walked into the living room with the rest of his family. They were all smiling.
"She's back!" yelled Tim. Jersey and Jordan just smiled. They would get used to the sudden appearance for years to come.
But that's another story…..
SEE! I finally ended it Trinity Day! I'm not sure if I'm going to do another one. If I do, it will probably focus on the Power of Two mentioned briefly. Any ideas? All comments are appreciated! :)
-Black Ice