A/N: Didn't do spellcheck, sorry about mistakes.
A/N: About um Psychosis, I'll continue it when I've finished this, promise. There's only a few more chapters and this will be done so *cheese* Yay I'm nearly finished!
A/N: Seriously, thanks for the reviews. Methinks I might get my second ever hundred-review story! Happy days! I'm grateful to you all for making me think I actually have talent (ha!)
Chapter Thirteen: Unlucky For Some
"How'd it go?"
"Don't talk to me," Prue swept past Leo and orbed out as soon as she'd finished her sentence. All that ever happened when she was 'up there' was that Leo was on her back about her sisters. She couldn't handle talking about it more, she needed peace, she needed a rest, she needed sanctuary.
"Heya Prue."
"Hi... Stephen," she smiled as soon as she saw him. He was in his tiny kitchen, putting a carton of milk back into his refrigerator.
He slammed the door and faced her. "So what's the big evil?" he grinned. He really was something. A magical witch she was glad to have been assigned to. His powers consisted of a very unreliable materialisation power - the 'interestingly' named 'Thought Projection' (The Elders really wne tot work on that one!) - where he could say the name of an object and it would appear in his hand. When she thought about it, it reminded her of Paige's telekinetic orbing power, but then again, Prue smiled wider as she decided Stephen's was better. The object didn't have to be in the same room or area, even. It was a real think-it-and-it'll-appear deal! His other power, perhaps a lot easier to use, was Deflection. And that power had saved his ass on numerous occasions.
If a demon or warlock threw, for example, an energy ball at him, his deflection power would open up a large blue shining portal in front of him, which would simply dissolve and absorb the power, leaving him unscathed. Prue liked to watch him use that power, reminiscing about her own life as a witch - usually when he got cocky and made fun of the demon.
Who then usually charged, leaving Prue to take action and orb the poor fool out.
"No evil," Prue replied. This was strange. It was her first visit to him when she didn't have a demon-related cause. But, for some reason, she just felt like she had to see him.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "Nothing?"
She shook her head.
"Yeah right, I know what you guys 'up there' are doing... you've got something up your sleeve. You always do."
"Not this time."
He bit his lower lip, and looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself before he did.
"I just," Prue searched for something to tell him, a reason for her presence. "I just thought I'd come check up on you, you know. Maybe... maybe get to know each other a little. I mean, I'm your whitelighter, but I wanna be your friend too."
"That all?" he said sadly before he could help it. "I mean, sure. Sounds great."
They went through to the living area of his poxy apartment. Glancing around it, Prue appreciated how different life could be for separate people. She'd lived in the manor all her life, and even then at times it had seemed small, what with the four or five of them living there at a time. But here was Stephen, in his shoebox apartment and without a complaint in the world.
"So," she said, lowering herself onto the couch, "Where do we start?"
Stephen sat down too and passed her a coffee. "I wanna know about you," he told her.
"Me?" she stammered. Okay, she hadn't been expecting that.
He watched her closely. "Yeah. I wanna know who you were, Prue, and what you did that was so great that you became what you are." As an afterthought, he added "Maybe one day I can join you."
Prue put her coffee on the table and considered it. "Well, I guess I did suggest it." She watched him smile and lean back for the story. And it was some story! "I used to be a witch. Like you. And also like you, I had powers. Telekinesis... that's, uh, moving things with my mind, and Astral Projection, the ability to sort of make a double of myself and have her appear wherever I want. Yeah, Astral Prue." She smiled reminiscently, thinking about the time she'd had empath powers. That'd been a huge power-boost day for Astral Prue
"Can you still use them?" he asked curiously. Two Prue's would be quite a thing to see!
"No," she replied sadly. "When I became a whitelighter, my powers were taken away. I keep hoping... I keep hoping that one day I'll still wake up and it's all been a dream..."
Stephen leaned forward. "But why? What you are is amazing! Think of all you can do, Prue! Think of how many times you've saved my life - which, by the way, thank you for."
"It's more complicated than that," Prue said quickly, wishing she hadn't brought the whole thing up. The last thing she wanted to do was have Stephen think she was a failure if she told him how she died and what happened since then to her sisters. Then she looked into his eyes. Something about him made him seem so... trustworthy.
Reaching over, Stephen took her hand comfortingly. "Prue, you don't have to worry about telling me anything. I promise I won't judge you."
She laughed a little, but didn't withdraw her hand.
"I'm serious," he said. "I like you Prue, a lot. Don't ever think I'd try to hurt you."
Where was this coming from? Prue gazed into his eyes and felt herself lean forward. Their lips connected for a brief moment, before she pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she told him, ashamed. "I shouldn't have done that."
He was smiling. Prue noticed she was too.
"But you did," Stephen said. "Well, we did." He settled back again, content. But he was still worried about her. "Now tell me about your life. And death. I want to know all about you."
There was no relenting this guy, Prue realised. She sighed resignedly, and leant back too. "Alright," she said, and just like that, she poured her heart out. Everything that had happened, she told him. About herself, her sisters, the Charmed Ones, demons, warlocks, banshees, The Source, Shax. That was the easy part.
It was a lot harder to talk about Paige, because in her heart Prue knew she felt like she'd been replaced with a newer, younger model. Paige's downfall was even worse, because it meant bringing up how she'd visited them after they'd relinquished their powers and not been able to tell something was up. Then it had all happened so suddenly - before she knew it they were evil and killing innocents!
Stephen listened attentatively and sympathetically while she spoke, and grimaced when she told him about her attempt to win them over, only hours previously. When she'd finished, he handed her a tissue for the tears, and offered her his support. He really was an amazing man.
He stood up and offered her his hand. Taking it, Prue found herself being pulled into a hug and hadn't felt so accepted since her death.
Pity it didn't last long, for at that moment the door crashed open.
A/N: About um Psychosis, I'll continue it when I've finished this, promise. There's only a few more chapters and this will be done so *cheese* Yay I'm nearly finished!
A/N: Seriously, thanks for the reviews. Methinks I might get my second ever hundred-review story! Happy days! I'm grateful to you all for making me think I actually have talent (ha!)
Chapter Thirteen: Unlucky For Some
"How'd it go?"
"Don't talk to me," Prue swept past Leo and orbed out as soon as she'd finished her sentence. All that ever happened when she was 'up there' was that Leo was on her back about her sisters. She couldn't handle talking about it more, she needed peace, she needed a rest, she needed sanctuary.
"Heya Prue."
"Hi... Stephen," she smiled as soon as she saw him. He was in his tiny kitchen, putting a carton of milk back into his refrigerator.
He slammed the door and faced her. "So what's the big evil?" he grinned. He really was something. A magical witch she was glad to have been assigned to. His powers consisted of a very unreliable materialisation power - the 'interestingly' named 'Thought Projection' (The Elders really wne tot work on that one!) - where he could say the name of an object and it would appear in his hand. When she thought about it, it reminded her of Paige's telekinetic orbing power, but then again, Prue smiled wider as she decided Stephen's was better. The object didn't have to be in the same room or area, even. It was a real think-it-and-it'll-appear deal! His other power, perhaps a lot easier to use, was Deflection. And that power had saved his ass on numerous occasions.
If a demon or warlock threw, for example, an energy ball at him, his deflection power would open up a large blue shining portal in front of him, which would simply dissolve and absorb the power, leaving him unscathed. Prue liked to watch him use that power, reminiscing about her own life as a witch - usually when he got cocky and made fun of the demon.
Who then usually charged, leaving Prue to take action and orb the poor fool out.
"No evil," Prue replied. This was strange. It was her first visit to him when she didn't have a demon-related cause. But, for some reason, she just felt like she had to see him.
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "Nothing?"
She shook her head.
"Yeah right, I know what you guys 'up there' are doing... you've got something up your sleeve. You always do."
"Not this time."
He bit his lower lip, and looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself before he did.
"I just," Prue searched for something to tell him, a reason for her presence. "I just thought I'd come check up on you, you know. Maybe... maybe get to know each other a little. I mean, I'm your whitelighter, but I wanna be your friend too."
"That all?" he said sadly before he could help it. "I mean, sure. Sounds great."
They went through to the living area of his poxy apartment. Glancing around it, Prue appreciated how different life could be for separate people. She'd lived in the manor all her life, and even then at times it had seemed small, what with the four or five of them living there at a time. But here was Stephen, in his shoebox apartment and without a complaint in the world.
"So," she said, lowering herself onto the couch, "Where do we start?"
Stephen sat down too and passed her a coffee. "I wanna know about you," he told her.
"Me?" she stammered. Okay, she hadn't been expecting that.
He watched her closely. "Yeah. I wanna know who you were, Prue, and what you did that was so great that you became what you are." As an afterthought, he added "Maybe one day I can join you."
Prue put her coffee on the table and considered it. "Well, I guess I did suggest it." She watched him smile and lean back for the story. And it was some story! "I used to be a witch. Like you. And also like you, I had powers. Telekinesis... that's, uh, moving things with my mind, and Astral Projection, the ability to sort of make a double of myself and have her appear wherever I want. Yeah, Astral Prue." She smiled reminiscently, thinking about the time she'd had empath powers. That'd been a huge power-boost day for Astral Prue
"Can you still use them?" he asked curiously. Two Prue's would be quite a thing to see!
"No," she replied sadly. "When I became a whitelighter, my powers were taken away. I keep hoping... I keep hoping that one day I'll still wake up and it's all been a dream..."
Stephen leaned forward. "But why? What you are is amazing! Think of all you can do, Prue! Think of how many times you've saved my life - which, by the way, thank you for."
"It's more complicated than that," Prue said quickly, wishing she hadn't brought the whole thing up. The last thing she wanted to do was have Stephen think she was a failure if she told him how she died and what happened since then to her sisters. Then she looked into his eyes. Something about him made him seem so... trustworthy.
Reaching over, Stephen took her hand comfortingly. "Prue, you don't have to worry about telling me anything. I promise I won't judge you."
She laughed a little, but didn't withdraw her hand.
"I'm serious," he said. "I like you Prue, a lot. Don't ever think I'd try to hurt you."
Where was this coming from? Prue gazed into his eyes and felt herself lean forward. Their lips connected for a brief moment, before she pulled away.
"I'm sorry," she told him, ashamed. "I shouldn't have done that."
He was smiling. Prue noticed she was too.
"But you did," Stephen said. "Well, we did." He settled back again, content. But he was still worried about her. "Now tell me about your life. And death. I want to know all about you."
There was no relenting this guy, Prue realised. She sighed resignedly, and leant back too. "Alright," she said, and just like that, she poured her heart out. Everything that had happened, she told him. About herself, her sisters, the Charmed Ones, demons, warlocks, banshees, The Source, Shax. That was the easy part.
It was a lot harder to talk about Paige, because in her heart Prue knew she felt like she'd been replaced with a newer, younger model. Paige's downfall was even worse, because it meant bringing up how she'd visited them after they'd relinquished their powers and not been able to tell something was up. Then it had all happened so suddenly - before she knew it they were evil and killing innocents!
Stephen listened attentatively and sympathetically while she spoke, and grimaced when she told him about her attempt to win them over, only hours previously. When she'd finished, he handed her a tissue for the tears, and offered her his support. He really was an amazing man.
He stood up and offered her his hand. Taking it, Prue found herself being pulled into a hug and hadn't felt so accepted since her death.
Pity it didn't last long, for at that moment the door crashed open.