H/N: Thanks so far for your reviews. I need a lot more though! Perhaps I
should start working on the XM:E fics. Hmmm..Anyway, here's the next
installment. Hope you like it.
The shock wave had begun to run from the center of Pearl's body, as the teenager's head fell back, her eyes closed. As it spread throughout the living room, everything that it touched changed slightly in appearance. The couch, for example, changed from the normal décor to something only a little bit different. The color of the carpet changed, the decorations on the wall, even. Apparently, some things had been changed over the course of time between 2002 and the future.
"Wait!" Piper said suddenly, throwing out both of her hands. Though nothing froze at Piper's hand, Pearl seemed to stop what she was doing. Half of the living room remained change, while the other half was seemingly normal. Pearl's eyes remained closed.
"What is it?" she asked just a bit tensely. She was beginning to show the signs of strains in her attempt to keep a time rip open.
"I don't think that we should go to the future!" Piper exclaimed quickly. "We shouldn't know what happens in our future. Does anyone remember that?"
Phoebe threw a quick glance at her future daughter, who was starting to shake very slightly. "Perhaps we should've thought about this before she started opening the time rip. Piper, I think it's too late."
"Like Hell it is. Pearl, we can't go to the future with you. Take us back."
But before Pearl can make any effort to reverse her magic, a fuzzy, humanoid figure approached the 4 of them. None of the Charmed Ones could make out who it was, but it seemed to peer at them. Pearl knew, however, and in fact, the fuzzy figure addressed Pearl by her name.
"Pearl? Is that you? What the hell is going on?" it asked.
The fuzzy, blurred figure started to come into sharper focus, and was taking on more and more of human shape. The furniture, the very manor around them, was starting to take focus as well, the décor continuing to change. Piper, Phoebe and Paige felt a warm, tingling sensation all over their exposed flesh [and knowing those three, plenty of it was exposed], and the living room around them was normal again.
Pearl let her arms drop, brought her head up and opened her eyes, brushing strands of ebony black hair from those cerulean orbs. She looked around the living room, and her entire face seemed to droop, and her shoulders sagged. "Oops," she murmured.
The blurry figure that had stood next to them was, in fact, another teenaged girl. Now that she could be seen clearly, she bore an uncanny resemblance between Piper and Leo. Her eyes were a light, tawny brown, underneath a thick brush of long, black eyelashes. Her hair was a dark brownish color, with natural light brown and blond highlights. Her skin was of pale, creamy complexion, and she had a few light freckles just across the bridge of her nose. She was really pretty, even with the extremely cross expression she wore.
"Pearl, what did you do?" she asked, folding her hands into fists and planting them on her hips.
"Nothing worse than what *you* did, Amy," Pearl muttered, crossing her own arms over her chest.
"Wait, wait," Piper asked. She reached out with her hands, then curled them up again, a slow smile creeping onto her pretty features. "This is Amy? This...is my daughter?"
The look on Amy's face was one of pure disbelief. Well, not total disbelief, really, but rather the stereotypical attitude of a slightly stressed teenager. "Where are you coming from, mother, Planet Weird?"
"Um, Amy. This isn't your mother," Pearl interrupted. "Or rather, it is your mother, but she's not *your* mother, do you get what I'm saying?"
"No, space cadet, I don't," Amy said, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her own chest as well.
"Alright, cyber slut. When you shoved through the time rip you created, I ended up in the year 2002," Pearl explained with a breaking patience. "Now, I have brought my mother, your mother, and Brian's mother back with me to the future. So she's your mother, but she's not your mother *yet*, okay? She has no memory of you. She doesn't know you. Or me, or anything."
The cross expression that Amy had worn on her face now dropped slowly, as the weight of Pearl's words slowly sunk in. "Oh. I'll.go get Brian, then."
As Amy ran to thunder up the stairs, Pearl turned towards her mother and her aunts with a broad smile. "Well. I guess I'll show you around. Even though it's your house. It didn't change that much." Pearl gestured widely with her hands at the living room in which the center they stood. For the most part it was still recognizable, though after some 20 years, the house had undergone decoration as well as some major architectural decorations. Pearl led the three through the entire manor, from the expanded living room area, to the second floor bedroom place, which was for the most part unchanged.
"So you mean to tell me that after 20 years we're all still living in the manor?" Paige asked, then added after casting a quick glance towards her sisters. "No offense or anything."
"Eh, it's a little more complicated than that. You see, a while back.or coming up in your future, depending on the way you look at it.you, Phoebe, moved away to Hawaii to transfer to the University at Manoa. Little details here I don't really know, but sooner or later you met my father, Kenji Pinatupo. You an-"
"Um, before we get to all that, sweetie, do you think you can tell us exactly how Cole came back?" Phoebe interrupted, toying with her fingertips, a slightly desperate/hopeful look on her face.
Pearl paused, her upper lip curling just slightly up into a snarl. "Cole. I don't know when Cole came back, mom, there isn't a time I really remember when he was not around. I believe I first met him when I was about 10, and we all moved back to the manor. He hasn't liked me ever since." Pearl's mood lightened almost immediately, and she gave a wave of her hand to dismiss the subject away. "But, to make a long story short, each of you all moved away, except Aunt Piper, but eventually, you all just came back. I guess it was just the magic within you. The attic upstairs was expanded just a bit, cleared out, and now it's separated into different bedrooms, for Amy, Brian, and I."
"The attic? But then where do you guys keep the Book of Shadows?" Paige asked.
"The Book of Shadows.Book of Shadows." Pearl tapped thoughtfully on her chin with her fingers. "Hmm. You know, I think we keep it in your room, Aunt Piper. We don't really use it."
"You don't even use the Book of Shadows anymore?" Phoebe asked, almost in disbelief.
"Well, no. I don't know how many times you guys got attacked in the past, but we barely see any trouble now." Pearl answered truthfully. "We have enough trouble just being teenagers, let alone being the teenagers of the three most powerful witches.ever."
The three Halliwell sisters couldn't help feeling just a little bit smug about Pearl's comment. "So I guess it is just smooth sailing in the future, isn't it?" Piper smiled towards Phoebe and Paige.
"Yeah," Pearl smiled. "Our whitelighter barely has anything to do most of the time. We hardly ever get in trouble."
"Your whitelighter? Who's your whitelighter?" Phoebe asked.
"Aunt Prue, of course."
H/N: Yes, I know this one was very short, and probably not written as well as it ought to be. I was just in a hurry to get this next chapter out. Please review. Thanks!
The shock wave had begun to run from the center of Pearl's body, as the teenager's head fell back, her eyes closed. As it spread throughout the living room, everything that it touched changed slightly in appearance. The couch, for example, changed from the normal décor to something only a little bit different. The color of the carpet changed, the decorations on the wall, even. Apparently, some things had been changed over the course of time between 2002 and the future.
"Wait!" Piper said suddenly, throwing out both of her hands. Though nothing froze at Piper's hand, Pearl seemed to stop what she was doing. Half of the living room remained change, while the other half was seemingly normal. Pearl's eyes remained closed.
"What is it?" she asked just a bit tensely. She was beginning to show the signs of strains in her attempt to keep a time rip open.
"I don't think that we should go to the future!" Piper exclaimed quickly. "We shouldn't know what happens in our future. Does anyone remember that?"
Phoebe threw a quick glance at her future daughter, who was starting to shake very slightly. "Perhaps we should've thought about this before she started opening the time rip. Piper, I think it's too late."
"Like Hell it is. Pearl, we can't go to the future with you. Take us back."
But before Pearl can make any effort to reverse her magic, a fuzzy, humanoid figure approached the 4 of them. None of the Charmed Ones could make out who it was, but it seemed to peer at them. Pearl knew, however, and in fact, the fuzzy figure addressed Pearl by her name.
"Pearl? Is that you? What the hell is going on?" it asked.
The fuzzy, blurred figure started to come into sharper focus, and was taking on more and more of human shape. The furniture, the very manor around them, was starting to take focus as well, the décor continuing to change. Piper, Phoebe and Paige felt a warm, tingling sensation all over their exposed flesh [and knowing those three, plenty of it was exposed], and the living room around them was normal again.
Pearl let her arms drop, brought her head up and opened her eyes, brushing strands of ebony black hair from those cerulean orbs. She looked around the living room, and her entire face seemed to droop, and her shoulders sagged. "Oops," she murmured.
The blurry figure that had stood next to them was, in fact, another teenaged girl. Now that she could be seen clearly, she bore an uncanny resemblance between Piper and Leo. Her eyes were a light, tawny brown, underneath a thick brush of long, black eyelashes. Her hair was a dark brownish color, with natural light brown and blond highlights. Her skin was of pale, creamy complexion, and she had a few light freckles just across the bridge of her nose. She was really pretty, even with the extremely cross expression she wore.
"Pearl, what did you do?" she asked, folding her hands into fists and planting them on her hips.
"Nothing worse than what *you* did, Amy," Pearl muttered, crossing her own arms over her chest.
"Wait, wait," Piper asked. She reached out with her hands, then curled them up again, a slow smile creeping onto her pretty features. "This is Amy? This...is my daughter?"
The look on Amy's face was one of pure disbelief. Well, not total disbelief, really, but rather the stereotypical attitude of a slightly stressed teenager. "Where are you coming from, mother, Planet Weird?"
"Um, Amy. This isn't your mother," Pearl interrupted. "Or rather, it is your mother, but she's not *your* mother, do you get what I'm saying?"
"No, space cadet, I don't," Amy said, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her own chest as well.
"Alright, cyber slut. When you shoved through the time rip you created, I ended up in the year 2002," Pearl explained with a breaking patience. "Now, I have brought my mother, your mother, and Brian's mother back with me to the future. So she's your mother, but she's not your mother *yet*, okay? She has no memory of you. She doesn't know you. Or me, or anything."
The cross expression that Amy had worn on her face now dropped slowly, as the weight of Pearl's words slowly sunk in. "Oh. I'll.go get Brian, then."
As Amy ran to thunder up the stairs, Pearl turned towards her mother and her aunts with a broad smile. "Well. I guess I'll show you around. Even though it's your house. It didn't change that much." Pearl gestured widely with her hands at the living room in which the center they stood. For the most part it was still recognizable, though after some 20 years, the house had undergone decoration as well as some major architectural decorations. Pearl led the three through the entire manor, from the expanded living room area, to the second floor bedroom place, which was for the most part unchanged.
"So you mean to tell me that after 20 years we're all still living in the manor?" Paige asked, then added after casting a quick glance towards her sisters. "No offense or anything."
"Eh, it's a little more complicated than that. You see, a while back.or coming up in your future, depending on the way you look at it.you, Phoebe, moved away to Hawaii to transfer to the University at Manoa. Little details here I don't really know, but sooner or later you met my father, Kenji Pinatupo. You an-"
"Um, before we get to all that, sweetie, do you think you can tell us exactly how Cole came back?" Phoebe interrupted, toying with her fingertips, a slightly desperate/hopeful look on her face.
Pearl paused, her upper lip curling just slightly up into a snarl. "Cole. I don't know when Cole came back, mom, there isn't a time I really remember when he was not around. I believe I first met him when I was about 10, and we all moved back to the manor. He hasn't liked me ever since." Pearl's mood lightened almost immediately, and she gave a wave of her hand to dismiss the subject away. "But, to make a long story short, each of you all moved away, except Aunt Piper, but eventually, you all just came back. I guess it was just the magic within you. The attic upstairs was expanded just a bit, cleared out, and now it's separated into different bedrooms, for Amy, Brian, and I."
"The attic? But then where do you guys keep the Book of Shadows?" Paige asked.
"The Book of Shadows.Book of Shadows." Pearl tapped thoughtfully on her chin with her fingers. "Hmm. You know, I think we keep it in your room, Aunt Piper. We don't really use it."
"You don't even use the Book of Shadows anymore?" Phoebe asked, almost in disbelief.
"Well, no. I don't know how many times you guys got attacked in the past, but we barely see any trouble now." Pearl answered truthfully. "We have enough trouble just being teenagers, let alone being the teenagers of the three most powerful witches.ever."
The three Halliwell sisters couldn't help feeling just a little bit smug about Pearl's comment. "So I guess it is just smooth sailing in the future, isn't it?" Piper smiled towards Phoebe and Paige.
"Yeah," Pearl smiled. "Our whitelighter barely has anything to do most of the time. We hardly ever get in trouble."
"Your whitelighter? Who's your whitelighter?" Phoebe asked.
"Aunt Prue, of course."
H/N: Yes, I know this one was very short, and probably not written as well as it ought to be. I was just in a hurry to get this next chapter out. Please review. Thanks!