Paris came down the stairs wrapped in a bathrobe, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Noticing that only the kitchen light was left on, she automatically went there. Piper, Phoebe, Paige and Cole were all in the kitchen. Piper sitting by the stove drinking coffee, as usual, and Cole was also standing. Phoebe and Paige were sharing the small round table. Paris walked into a room with four pairs of staring eyes on her.
"So umm… anyone call for me?" Paris asked, thinking it was better than the silence.
"What kind of question is that?!" Phoebe exclaimed, surprised someone could ask such a question after turning human again.
"Actually, Cindy called, said to call her back whenever." Paige answered, receiving a deathly glare from Phoebe. "But that's not the point…"
"Oh Paige, I'm so sorry for calling you a stripper and I'm sorry that I told you to 'shove it' Aunt Piper." Paris apologized.
"That wasn't you sweetie…" Piper said, hugging Paris.
"Yeah…" Paige agreed, hugging Paris after Piper. "But… you don't really think I look like a stripper right?" Paige asked. Since Paige was still hugging Paris, she couldn't see the awkward face Paris made.
"Paige, let it go…" Piper laughed, "How do you feel?"
"Fine… my old self."
"Oh, that's reassuring…" A voice came through a small radio. It was Melinda's.
"Why is Melinda talking through the radio?" Paris asked, poking at the baby monitor.
"It's so we can hear her instead of yelling through the attic."
"Umm, about Justin…" Phoebe began.
"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about him. Where is he?!" Paris asked frantically.
"Don't worry, he's unconscious on the couch…" Piper answered.
"I'd rather throw him in the backyard…" Cole muttered, receiving a firm nudge from Piper in his side.
"Anyway, we've realized that he means well, but there's still the fact he's a warlock." Phoebe continued.
"So…" Paris responded.
"So?"
"So, what is a warlock really?"
"An evil person…" Piper said, taking a sip of her coffee.
"No… well, yes, but you said that warlocks are witches that turn bad. So, he's first and foremost a witch, who just so happened to turn evil, but now is returning back to good."
"It's not that simple. You just can't turn off evil." Phoebe explained, "That's why it's easier to date a nice, mortal boy."
"Why isn't it that easy? Dad was evil, and he changed." Paris asked, trying to make a point. "And a nice mortal boy? Please… you married an ex-demon while your sister married a whitelighter. They don't seem like 'nice mortal boys'."
"Touché…" Paige commented, impressed with her niece's argument.
"Point, set, match…" Melinda voice said thru the monitor.
"Melinda… you do know that even though you don't push the button, we can still hear you?" Piper asked the walkie-talkie.
"Oops… sorry."
"That's all beside the point." Phoebe replied.
"Is it really? Wasn't there a time where you're sisters told you not to date Dad? That he was evil? That you can't date evil? In fact, I believe you use to tell me that you had to help him, that he was truly good."
"Yes, but he's half human."
"A warlock is nothing but an evil with and a witch is a mortal, which in turn, makes him human. So Justin is full human… which is more than Dad is."
"No it doesn't."
"Yeah, it does."
"No… it doesn't.
"Yeah… it does."
"No…"
"Yes…"
"No.
"Yes!"
"Stop it!!" Piper yelled, stepping in between the two of them. "You two are fighting like children." Paris stuck her tongue and wiggled her fingers at Phoebe from behind Piper's back. The room fell silent.
"And then I'll just…" Cole was muttering, and broke a bread stick in half, "break his legs…" Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. Cole cleared his throat and brushed off his hands. "What?"
"Well, we don't want you to see him…"
"Why?"
"'Why'? D-d-did you just ask 'why'?" Phoebe asked, surprised she could ask a question with an answer that's so obvious.
"I think it's because he's evil." Paige commented.
"He's not evil."
"Yeah, he is." Phoebe said. "Warlock equals Evil."
"Not-uh…"
"Yes."
"No…"
"Yes!"
"Stop!!" Piper yelled again. "No more talking from either one of you. Paris, technically, Justin is evil. But…" Piper said before Paris could protest. Piper turned to Phoebe, "Paris is right in that, you did go out with Cole when he was evil, so it would be hypercritical of you to say no to Paris for that reason."
"Wait, didn't you say Justin gave up his powers? He doesn't sound that much like a demon to me anymore." Paige commented, taking a bite of her cookie "Seems more like a mortal boy who knows about demons and warlocks and witches and such."
"See, she understands…" Paris chirped in.
"I mean," Paige took a bite of a new cookie, "Why don't you just invite him over for dinner, and if you don't like him, Cole can feel free to vanquish him." Paige stuffed the rest of the cookie in her mouth. "Piper, you've really done something with these, what are they?"
"I didn't make those, a company named Pepperidge Farm, did. You know, Goldfish crackers… do you think they're better than mine?"
"Never…" Paige smiled. "Hmm, I need some milk…" Paige thought, and went to the fridge.
"How are we getting off track?" Phoebe asked, getting frustrated.
"Paige does have a good solution. Invite him to dinner and see what he's like. If he's Prince Charming, (hahaha, Prince Charming. Oh, sorry, thought that pun was kind of funny. Wasn't intended.), that Paris lied about vanquishing or if he's the little prick Cole wishes him to be." Piper said, picking up a cookie. Phoebe looked at Cole, seeing if he would agree to this.
"Fine… but if he even uses the wrong fork for salad, it's over." Cole consented.
"Oh yeah, like Cole knows the difference between any two forks." Piper whispered to Paige. The two started to chuckle.
"Ooo I love you daddy!" Paris jumped into his arms, and planted kisses all over his face.
"Hmph, I spend four hours in labor with her and she runs to him." Phoebe scoffed. Paris ran and hugged Paige.
"I'm the fun loving aunt; of course she likes me better." Paige smiled, when she saw Phoebe look at her. Paris hugged Piper next. "And I guess she hugged her before you because of distance." Paris finally made it to her mom, hugging her tight.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…." Paris kept saying.
"Paris… Paris… it's okay." Phoebe was trying to say but she was being drowned out by Paris' "thank you". "Paris, let go…"
"Well, umm… I'm going to go to bed…"
"Wait, didn't you get you're belly pierced? I didn't get to see it." Melinda's voice rang through the little walkie-talkie.
"Oooh, I knew I forgot something…" Phoebe held out her hand. Paris groaned and removed the ring.
"Thanks Melinda…" Paris said sorely, and walked up to bed.
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A/N: I feel really bad that I took an entire month to update this story. So, just for you loyal fans, I've decided to write a sequel to this. Seeing how much you like this continuing series (*voice in the back* Don't lie to them, you know it's because you like it yourself.) Shhh! They don't know that! (They do now.) What… *turns around* oh, you're still here. I guess I must've left something out for you to keep reading… oh, I felt bad about the whole, Paige still being the "Fifth Halliwell" so, how about in the next story, we can say Glenn has been away, in umm…. England, yes, England, and they're married. Excellent… The next story will be more centered on Melinda, because she has no one now, and of course, Paris and Justin thing… and don't worry, a chapter in the next one will contain the "dinner date".
