A/N: I decided to be nice and give you this. Merry Christmas!
"This is boring."
"Shut up."
Prue sighed and stood up. Their new mission was one she'd been craving for. It was the kind Cole had been sent on. They were to become the publicists for some new singer. He was destined to do a lot of good, and The Source did not want that. Not at all.
"I'm still bored." Prue complained.
"Would you just sit down and shut up." Lierre barked.
"I don't get why we have to be publicists." Prue said. "I wanted to do something exciting."
"Look, the people we're posing as have already met the fiery end of an energyball, so there's no going back now." Lierre told her.
"But, he's a singer." Prue said. "A singer! What good, other than charity, can this guy do?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's destined to become an Elder or maybe he's going to get some kick ass power."
"But why do we have to get involved? I say as soon as he walks in, bam! Energyball. Done. Dead."
Lierre closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. It was the only thing that stopped the headaches Prue caused him.
"And by the way, I died in this shirt. How frickin' morbid is that? Sure, these are new pants and all, but hello! Death shirt! As far as I'm concerned, this shirt only brings bad luck."
"It was the only thing I could conjure." Lierre said.
"Well, you suck at conjuring." Prue mumbled and went to look at some photos that were hanging on the wall.
The door opened and a dark haired man in jeans and a black T-shirt entered the room. Prue turned and smiled. Lierre recognized it as her torture smile and quickly stood up.
"Hi, I'm Rob Jameson." Lierre said and held out his hand.
"Toby. Toby Hess." The dark haired man introduced and shook Lierre's hand.
*How cute. He's named after a tiny doggie.* Prue said telepathically to Lierre. Lierre scowled at her. Not only could she hear his thoughts, but now she was filling his brain with hers.
"Hi. Karen Clove." Prue said and shook Toby's hand.
"Well, should we sit?" Toby offered. Prue raised her hand while Toby wasn't looking, but Lierre grabbed her wrist, recognizing the signs; she was going to annihilate him.
"So," Lierre said as he and Prue sat down. "You need some new publicists."
"Yeah, my last one didn't quite work out and you guys seem to be the best choice." Toby said.
Prue yawned and Toby just stared at her.
"Uh, she was up all night preparing something for one of our big clients." Lierre lied quickly.
"Anyone I would know?" Toby asked.
"Um... Russell Crowe."
Prue just looked at Lierre with a disgusted look.
"Well, maybe we can talk more over dinner or something." Toby said and stood up. "I've got a show."
"Sure, just meet us at..." Lierre faltered; he wasn't a people person. Prue sighed.
"Meet us at Quake at eight."
"Okay, good. See ya." Toby said and left the room.
"Quake?" Lierre asked.
"It was the first thing I thought of, okay? And look who's talking. You probably would have had him meet us at Burger King or something." Prue said and shimmered out.
"You can't do that here!" Lierre called after her, then shimmered out himself.
* * Quake, 8:00pm * *
"He's late." Lierre grumbled.
"He's in the music business." Prue said. "It's in his nature to be fashionably late."
"Fashionably late is what, fifteen minutes? When it gets to be half an hour, I think it classifies as really late!"
"Geez, what crawled up your butt and died?"
"Nothing, but someone who I'm bound to for a year has crawled under my skin and only serves to annoy me." Lierre snapped.
"Aw, that was cute. Was that an insult?"
Lierre scowled and almost crushed his water glass. Toby couldn't get there soon enough. But, finally, he did. An hour late, Lierre noted.
"Sorry, but the crowd was begging for an encore." Toby said as he sat down.
"It's perfectly fine, we were late ourselves." Prue said. "Russell had some trouble, right Rob?"
Lierre just glared at her, then put on a happy face only for the sake of Toby and the task at hand.
"Yeah."
"So, did you order yet?" Toby asked.
"Actually, I had ordered something for all of us." Prue said. "The salmon here is the best."
"Well, I love salmon." Toby said and put his napkin in his lap.
*He better. It's got a nice special ingredient.* Lierre's eyes widened and he looked at Prue. He tried to ask her without words what she meant by that, but she was ignoring him.
"Okay, I have to mention it." Toby said and pointed to Prue's bracelet. "That is the coolest thing I have ever seen."
Prue glanced down at her wrist and saw the chunky, black bracelet that The Source had put on her. She sighed. It almost made her sad. She shook off the sadness; being in a world full of emotions and good was starting to get to her.
"I guess it is pretty...cool."
"Where'd you get it?" Toby asked.
"A, uh, a friend gave it to me." Prue lied.
"Excuse me?"
Everyone turned and saw the waiter. While Toby wasn't looking, the waiter winked at Prue, then placed the salmon with the "special ingredient" in front of Toby. After he was finished, he smiled at Prue then walked off.
"Uh, can you excuse Karen and I?" Lierre said, then stood. Prue rolled her eyes then followed him away from the table.
"What?" She sighed.
"What is in that fish?" Lierre asked.
"Probably its insides."
"No jokes!" Lierre snapped. "What did you put in that fish?"
"I put nothing in." Prue said and smiled. "I got the waiter to put it in."
Lierre sighed in aggravation and Prue smiled. Lierre raked a hand through his hair then began to take long, relaxing breathes. It was his new technique to get rid of "Prue stress."
"How did you get the waiter to put whatever it was in the fish?" Lierre asked calmly.
"Maybe a little voice in the back of his head whispered a lil somethin' somethin' to him..." Prue said and gave a little smile. Lierre raked a hand through his hair again.
"Jesus Christ, you're making people hear strange voices in their heads!" Lierre said a little too loudly. He lowered his voice. "Are you trying to make the world go insane?"
"That's right." Prue said and poked Lierre in the chest, then she smiled broadly. "I want everyone to be just...like...me."
She patted Lierre on the head then went back to the table and sat next to Toby. Lierre did his breathing exercise again, then joined them.
"Poison." Prue said. Lierre almost choked on his mouthful of salmon.
"They were good." Toby agreed. Lierre let out a relieved sigh. Bands. They were talking about bands.
Prue looked at Lierre and smiled a little. Poison. Lierre panicked. This is not how this was supposed to go; Toby was supposed to be an involvement mission, not a kill-on-sight. What would The Source say?
"This is boring."
"Shut up."
Prue sighed and stood up. Their new mission was one she'd been craving for. It was the kind Cole had been sent on. They were to become the publicists for some new singer. He was destined to do a lot of good, and The Source did not want that. Not at all.
"I'm still bored." Prue complained.
"Would you just sit down and shut up." Lierre barked.
"I don't get why we have to be publicists." Prue said. "I wanted to do something exciting."
"Look, the people we're posing as have already met the fiery end of an energyball, so there's no going back now." Lierre told her.
"But, he's a singer." Prue said. "A singer! What good, other than charity, can this guy do?"
"I don't know. Maybe he's destined to become an Elder or maybe he's going to get some kick ass power."
"But why do we have to get involved? I say as soon as he walks in, bam! Energyball. Done. Dead."
Lierre closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. It was the only thing that stopped the headaches Prue caused him.
"And by the way, I died in this shirt. How frickin' morbid is that? Sure, these are new pants and all, but hello! Death shirt! As far as I'm concerned, this shirt only brings bad luck."
"It was the only thing I could conjure." Lierre said.
"Well, you suck at conjuring." Prue mumbled and went to look at some photos that were hanging on the wall.
The door opened and a dark haired man in jeans and a black T-shirt entered the room. Prue turned and smiled. Lierre recognized it as her torture smile and quickly stood up.
"Hi, I'm Rob Jameson." Lierre said and held out his hand.
"Toby. Toby Hess." The dark haired man introduced and shook Lierre's hand.
*How cute. He's named after a tiny doggie.* Prue said telepathically to Lierre. Lierre scowled at her. Not only could she hear his thoughts, but now she was filling his brain with hers.
"Hi. Karen Clove." Prue said and shook Toby's hand.
"Well, should we sit?" Toby offered. Prue raised her hand while Toby wasn't looking, but Lierre grabbed her wrist, recognizing the signs; she was going to annihilate him.
"So," Lierre said as he and Prue sat down. "You need some new publicists."
"Yeah, my last one didn't quite work out and you guys seem to be the best choice." Toby said.
Prue yawned and Toby just stared at her.
"Uh, she was up all night preparing something for one of our big clients." Lierre lied quickly.
"Anyone I would know?" Toby asked.
"Um... Russell Crowe."
Prue just looked at Lierre with a disgusted look.
"Well, maybe we can talk more over dinner or something." Toby said and stood up. "I've got a show."
"Sure, just meet us at..." Lierre faltered; he wasn't a people person. Prue sighed.
"Meet us at Quake at eight."
"Okay, good. See ya." Toby said and left the room.
"Quake?" Lierre asked.
"It was the first thing I thought of, okay? And look who's talking. You probably would have had him meet us at Burger King or something." Prue said and shimmered out.
"You can't do that here!" Lierre called after her, then shimmered out himself.
* * Quake, 8:00pm * *
"He's late." Lierre grumbled.
"He's in the music business." Prue said. "It's in his nature to be fashionably late."
"Fashionably late is what, fifteen minutes? When it gets to be half an hour, I think it classifies as really late!"
"Geez, what crawled up your butt and died?"
"Nothing, but someone who I'm bound to for a year has crawled under my skin and only serves to annoy me." Lierre snapped.
"Aw, that was cute. Was that an insult?"
Lierre scowled and almost crushed his water glass. Toby couldn't get there soon enough. But, finally, he did. An hour late, Lierre noted.
"Sorry, but the crowd was begging for an encore." Toby said as he sat down.
"It's perfectly fine, we were late ourselves." Prue said. "Russell had some trouble, right Rob?"
Lierre just glared at her, then put on a happy face only for the sake of Toby and the task at hand.
"Yeah."
"So, did you order yet?" Toby asked.
"Actually, I had ordered something for all of us." Prue said. "The salmon here is the best."
"Well, I love salmon." Toby said and put his napkin in his lap.
*He better. It's got a nice special ingredient.* Lierre's eyes widened and he looked at Prue. He tried to ask her without words what she meant by that, but she was ignoring him.
"Okay, I have to mention it." Toby said and pointed to Prue's bracelet. "That is the coolest thing I have ever seen."
Prue glanced down at her wrist and saw the chunky, black bracelet that The Source had put on her. She sighed. It almost made her sad. She shook off the sadness; being in a world full of emotions and good was starting to get to her.
"I guess it is pretty...cool."
"Where'd you get it?" Toby asked.
"A, uh, a friend gave it to me." Prue lied.
"Excuse me?"
Everyone turned and saw the waiter. While Toby wasn't looking, the waiter winked at Prue, then placed the salmon with the "special ingredient" in front of Toby. After he was finished, he smiled at Prue then walked off.
"Uh, can you excuse Karen and I?" Lierre said, then stood. Prue rolled her eyes then followed him away from the table.
"What?" She sighed.
"What is in that fish?" Lierre asked.
"Probably its insides."
"No jokes!" Lierre snapped. "What did you put in that fish?"
"I put nothing in." Prue said and smiled. "I got the waiter to put it in."
Lierre sighed in aggravation and Prue smiled. Lierre raked a hand through his hair then began to take long, relaxing breathes. It was his new technique to get rid of "Prue stress."
"How did you get the waiter to put whatever it was in the fish?" Lierre asked calmly.
"Maybe a little voice in the back of his head whispered a lil somethin' somethin' to him..." Prue said and gave a little smile. Lierre raked a hand through his hair again.
"Jesus Christ, you're making people hear strange voices in their heads!" Lierre said a little too loudly. He lowered his voice. "Are you trying to make the world go insane?"
"That's right." Prue said and poked Lierre in the chest, then she smiled broadly. "I want everyone to be just...like...me."
She patted Lierre on the head then went back to the table and sat next to Toby. Lierre did his breathing exercise again, then joined them.
"Poison." Prue said. Lierre almost choked on his mouthful of salmon.
"They were good." Toby agreed. Lierre let out a relieved sigh. Bands. They were talking about bands.
Prue looked at Lierre and smiled a little. Poison. Lierre panicked. This is not how this was supposed to go; Toby was supposed to be an involvement mission, not a kill-on-sight. What would The Source say?