Note: It's set in the early part of the fourth season of Charmed, when Cole
was still half-demon and half-human, and Phoebe still had her normal-
looking haircut. Also, it's B.G.A. (Before Gabriel Ashlock).
Chapter 2: The Talk
Aurora sighed. It was two minutes until the bell would ring, signalling the end of the school day, but it might as well have been two hours. She was about ready to fall asleep, but the problem was that if she fell asleep, she'd get detention.
Finally, the bell rang, and everyone got up and left the room. Aurora shoved her books into her backpack, and then slung it over her shoulder, walking out of the classroom.
Instead of taking the bus that afternoon, as she usually did, Aurora walked home. As she walked down the street, her thoughts wandered to the dream she'd had last night.
**start dream sequence**
"No!" Aurora screamed. There was a hooded figure standing in front of her. "Leave me alone! Go away!"
The figure reached up and shoved his hood back. Aurora gasped when she saw who it was.
It was her boyfriend, Jason.
"I can't go away," he replied evilly. "I'm your boyfriend." He removed his robe, and let it fall to the ground. "And now your powers are mine!"
Aurora screamed shrilly.
**end dream sequence**
Aurora sighed. She had woken up from that dream screaming like a banshee, which had brought Claire running into her bedroom. Aurora had lied to her, telling her that she'd had a dream about the creep who'd punched her at P3. Claire had hugged her and told her not to worry about him.
Suddenly, Aurora noticed that she was in front of a large Victorian house. She blinked, and was about to walk away, but then she noticed the name on the mailbox.
Halliwell.
Aurora blinked again. --Huh-- she thought in surprise. --What are the odds?-- She walked up to the front door, and knocked on it. A moment later, it was opened by Paige Halliwell.
"Can I help you?" she asked. Then her eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Hey, you're the girl from P3 the other night. Aurora, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I am," replied Aurora. "Is Phoebe here?"
"Yeah, she's up in her room. Come on inside." Aurora followed Paige inside, and gaped at everything in sight. The house was a combination of modern and antique.
"Cool place," she said.
"Thanks." Paige led Aurora upstairs, where Phoebe Halliwell was sitting on her bed, rummaging through a folder with several papers inside. She looked up, and grinned when she saw Aurora standing there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, standing up. "Come on in and sit down." Aurora walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
"Phoebe, I'm here because I needed to talk to someone." Aurora hesitated for a moment. "Last night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that I was face-to-face with a guy who was wearing a long hooded robe. I yelled at him to leave me alone, and he pushed back his hood, revealing that he was my boyfriend Jason. The dream freaked me out so much that I woke up screaming like a goddamn banshee." Phoebe gave her a sympathetic look.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm sure it was just a bad dream." She gave Aurora a hug.
Suddenly, the air in front of them shimmered, and a moment later, an older man stood in front of them. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was at least a foot taller than Phoebe.
"Phoebe, we need to---" he began, and then spotted Aurora sitting next to Phoebe. "Uh, who's the runt?"
Aurora gave him a Look that could have fried lead.
* * *
Cole appeared in Phoebe's bedroom.
"Phoebe, we need to---" he began, and almost immediately became aware of the teenage girl sitting next to the woman he loved. She had waist-length red hair and pale green eyes. She was wearing a green t-shirt, a pair of beige capris, and a pair of canvas sneakers. "Uh, who's the runt?"
The kid gave him a Look that could have fried lead.
"Uh, this is Aurora Hawkins," Phoebe replied. "Aurora, this is my boyfriend, Cole. Cole, why the hell are you staring at her like that?"
Cole tore his eyes away from Aurora. Her body was tinged with a pale white aura.
"She's a witch," he said quietly.
"Cole, are you sure?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"I'm positive. Check her collarbone."
"Aurora, could you turn around, please?" Phoebe asked. Aurora blinked, and turned around. Phoebe pulled the collar of her shirt down, and saw that there was a tattoo of a celtic triad in a circle on her collarbone, the symbol for good witches.
"What is it?" asked Aurora worriedly.
"You've got the mark. You're a witch," Phoebe replied. Then she stood up, and yelled, "LEO!"
A moment later, Leo, the Halliwell whitelighter and Piper's husband, orbed into the room.
"What?" he asked worriedly.
"We've got a new witch," replied Phoebe, grinning hugely. Leo glanced over at Aurora.
"Is that her?" he asked.
"Yep. Leo, this is Aurora Hawkins. Aurora, this is our whitelighter, Leo. He's also Piper's husband."
Aurora held her hand out, and Leo shook it.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, smiling. Leo stared at her.
"How long have you known that you were a witch?" he asked, confused.
"Uh, about five minutes." Leo chuckled.
"Well, you are extremely lucky. You've already passed the 48 hour mark, which means that it's nearly impossible for a demon or warlock to seduce you with evil."
"Wait, wait, wait," interrupted Phoebe. "What do you mean she's already passed the 48 hour mark?"
"It means that when she became a witch, none of the Source's agents found out about it, so she didn't have to go up against demons or warlocks or anything," Leo replied. "Aurora, do you have any unusual abilities or powers?"
"Aside from my pyrokinetic abilities? Nope." The others gave her strange looks.
"Pyrokinetic abilities?" Phoebe repeated.
"I have pyrokinesis."
"What?"
"I set things on fire."
"That's not pyrokinesis, that's arson."
"Since when is the ability to create and control fire with my mind considered arson?" She got even stranger looks from the others.
"To get back on track," said Leo quickly before Phoebe could say anything else. "Aurora, are you sure you don't have any other unusual abilities or powers?"
"I'm positive---Oh, god. I just remembered."
"What?" asked Phoebe.
"Well, at my parents' trial, when the judge announced their sentence, my mom got really angry, and she tried to attack me. I flung my hands up to protect my face, and a few seconds later, I heard a thud. My mother was lying on the floor, moaning in pain. She'd been about three feet away from me, but she ended up about ten feet away from me."
"Telekinesis," said Phoebe quietly. "One of the more common powers among witches." She glanced over at Aurora and asked, "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but why were your parents on trial?"
Aurora swallowed, but instead of answering, she pulled off her shirt and turned around. Cole winced, Leo inhaled sharply, and Phoebe gasped, feeling the bile rise in her throat.
There were welts all over Aurora's back. They were vividly red against her pale skin.
"This is why my parents were on trial," she whispered. "They tried to beat me to death with a leather belt." Without bothering to ask permission, Leo rushed forward and placed his hands on her back. Aurora yelped in pain at the direct contact with her injuries, and then sighed as a golden light came out of Leo's hands, making her wounds disappear completely. "How did you do that?" she asked, craning her neck to see her newly healed back.
"All whitelighters have the ability to heal people," Leo replied. Aurora smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said, and pulled her shirt back on. Then she glanced down at her watch, and turned pale. "Oh, crap. I've got to get home."
"I can orb you home," said Paige from the doorway of Phoebe's bedroom. "I'm half whitelighter."
Aurora gave her a grateful look.
"Would you?" she replied. Paige nodded.
"Gladly." She took Aurora's hand, and they orbed away.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: As always, please R&R, but no flames. Flamers will be pelted with dungbombs, and then they'll get their sorry arses kicked from here to the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Chapter 2: The Talk
Aurora sighed. It was two minutes until the bell would ring, signalling the end of the school day, but it might as well have been two hours. She was about ready to fall asleep, but the problem was that if she fell asleep, she'd get detention.
Finally, the bell rang, and everyone got up and left the room. Aurora shoved her books into her backpack, and then slung it over her shoulder, walking out of the classroom.
Instead of taking the bus that afternoon, as she usually did, Aurora walked home. As she walked down the street, her thoughts wandered to the dream she'd had last night.
**start dream sequence**
"No!" Aurora screamed. There was a hooded figure standing in front of her. "Leave me alone! Go away!"
The figure reached up and shoved his hood back. Aurora gasped when she saw who it was.
It was her boyfriend, Jason.
"I can't go away," he replied evilly. "I'm your boyfriend." He removed his robe, and let it fall to the ground. "And now your powers are mine!"
Aurora screamed shrilly.
**end dream sequence**
Aurora sighed. She had woken up from that dream screaming like a banshee, which had brought Claire running into her bedroom. Aurora had lied to her, telling her that she'd had a dream about the creep who'd punched her at P3. Claire had hugged her and told her not to worry about him.
Suddenly, Aurora noticed that she was in front of a large Victorian house. She blinked, and was about to walk away, but then she noticed the name on the mailbox.
Halliwell.
Aurora blinked again. --Huh-- she thought in surprise. --What are the odds?-- She walked up to the front door, and knocked on it. A moment later, it was opened by Paige Halliwell.
"Can I help you?" she asked. Then her eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Hey, you're the girl from P3 the other night. Aurora, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I am," replied Aurora. "Is Phoebe here?"
"Yeah, she's up in her room. Come on inside." Aurora followed Paige inside, and gaped at everything in sight. The house was a combination of modern and antique.
"Cool place," she said.
"Thanks." Paige led Aurora upstairs, where Phoebe Halliwell was sitting on her bed, rummaging through a folder with several papers inside. She looked up, and grinned when she saw Aurora standing there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, standing up. "Come on in and sit down." Aurora walked into the room and sat down on the bed.
"Phoebe, I'm here because I needed to talk to someone." Aurora hesitated for a moment. "Last night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that I was face-to-face with a guy who was wearing a long hooded robe. I yelled at him to leave me alone, and he pushed back his hood, revealing that he was my boyfriend Jason. The dream freaked me out so much that I woke up screaming like a goddamn banshee." Phoebe gave her a sympathetic look.
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm sure it was just a bad dream." She gave Aurora a hug.
Suddenly, the air in front of them shimmered, and a moment later, an older man stood in front of them. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was at least a foot taller than Phoebe.
"Phoebe, we need to---" he began, and then spotted Aurora sitting next to Phoebe. "Uh, who's the runt?"
Aurora gave him a Look that could have fried lead.
* * *
Cole appeared in Phoebe's bedroom.
"Phoebe, we need to---" he began, and almost immediately became aware of the teenage girl sitting next to the woman he loved. She had waist-length red hair and pale green eyes. She was wearing a green t-shirt, a pair of beige capris, and a pair of canvas sneakers. "Uh, who's the runt?"
The kid gave him a Look that could have fried lead.
"Uh, this is Aurora Hawkins," Phoebe replied. "Aurora, this is my boyfriend, Cole. Cole, why the hell are you staring at her like that?"
Cole tore his eyes away from Aurora. Her body was tinged with a pale white aura.
"She's a witch," he said quietly.
"Cole, are you sure?" Phoebe asked, surprised.
"I'm positive. Check her collarbone."
"Aurora, could you turn around, please?" Phoebe asked. Aurora blinked, and turned around. Phoebe pulled the collar of her shirt down, and saw that there was a tattoo of a celtic triad in a circle on her collarbone, the symbol for good witches.
"What is it?" asked Aurora worriedly.
"You've got the mark. You're a witch," Phoebe replied. Then she stood up, and yelled, "LEO!"
A moment later, Leo, the Halliwell whitelighter and Piper's husband, orbed into the room.
"What?" he asked worriedly.
"We've got a new witch," replied Phoebe, grinning hugely. Leo glanced over at Aurora.
"Is that her?" he asked.
"Yep. Leo, this is Aurora Hawkins. Aurora, this is our whitelighter, Leo. He's also Piper's husband."
Aurora held her hand out, and Leo shook it.
"Pleased to meet you," she said, smiling. Leo stared at her.
"How long have you known that you were a witch?" he asked, confused.
"Uh, about five minutes." Leo chuckled.
"Well, you are extremely lucky. You've already passed the 48 hour mark, which means that it's nearly impossible for a demon or warlock to seduce you with evil."
"Wait, wait, wait," interrupted Phoebe. "What do you mean she's already passed the 48 hour mark?"
"It means that when she became a witch, none of the Source's agents found out about it, so she didn't have to go up against demons or warlocks or anything," Leo replied. "Aurora, do you have any unusual abilities or powers?"
"Aside from my pyrokinetic abilities? Nope." The others gave her strange looks.
"Pyrokinetic abilities?" Phoebe repeated.
"I have pyrokinesis."
"What?"
"I set things on fire."
"That's not pyrokinesis, that's arson."
"Since when is the ability to create and control fire with my mind considered arson?" She got even stranger looks from the others.
"To get back on track," said Leo quickly before Phoebe could say anything else. "Aurora, are you sure you don't have any other unusual abilities or powers?"
"I'm positive---Oh, god. I just remembered."
"What?" asked Phoebe.
"Well, at my parents' trial, when the judge announced their sentence, my mom got really angry, and she tried to attack me. I flung my hands up to protect my face, and a few seconds later, I heard a thud. My mother was lying on the floor, moaning in pain. She'd been about three feet away from me, but she ended up about ten feet away from me."
"Telekinesis," said Phoebe quietly. "One of the more common powers among witches." She glanced over at Aurora and asked, "I don't mean to be nosy or anything, but why were your parents on trial?"
Aurora swallowed, but instead of answering, she pulled off her shirt and turned around. Cole winced, Leo inhaled sharply, and Phoebe gasped, feeling the bile rise in her throat.
There were welts all over Aurora's back. They were vividly red against her pale skin.
"This is why my parents were on trial," she whispered. "They tried to beat me to death with a leather belt." Without bothering to ask permission, Leo rushed forward and placed his hands on her back. Aurora yelped in pain at the direct contact with her injuries, and then sighed as a golden light came out of Leo's hands, making her wounds disappear completely. "How did you do that?" she asked, craning her neck to see her newly healed back.
"All whitelighters have the ability to heal people," Leo replied. Aurora smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said, and pulled her shirt back on. Then she glanced down at her watch, and turned pale. "Oh, crap. I've got to get home."
"I can orb you home," said Paige from the doorway of Phoebe's bedroom. "I'm half whitelighter."
Aurora gave her a grateful look.
"Would you?" she replied. Paige nodded.
"Gladly." She took Aurora's hand, and they orbed away.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: As always, please R&R, but no flames. Flamers will be pelted with dungbombs, and then they'll get their sorry arses kicked from here to the Bog of Eternal Stench.
