A/N ok hope you guys liked the 2nd chap! n.n;; oh well. Thanks to Piper5050 for reviewing!! ~sighs~ ah the fluff scene…..or is it?
Warning/Disclaimer:  Um, no warning in this one. But I don't own any of the Charmed Ones I'm just barrowing them for a bit. But Syrin, Charis, Nicole and the Prue in this one are mine.

               Three days later the fair was up and running.

                Prue, after a little pleading and puppy eyes at her dad, was able to go that night with a few of her friends.
                A small group of eight teenagers – including Prue and Syrin - walked up to the pay window then into the front gate, handing over their tickets. Tray one of Prue's friends turned to the others, "What now?"  After a few minutes of talking –or arguing -  they agreed to just walk around and watch some shows and play a few games. 
                At around eight-thirdly they went to the Farris Wheel, the seats only held two people, so everyone paired up.
                Prue and Syrin got in line together.
                When they got in their seat they smiled at the attendant, who nodded and closed the door to the seat thing. Prue griped the railing as the Farris Wheel lurched and started up. Syrin brushed his fingers against Prue's white knuckles, "You don't like heights?"
                Prue gave him a shaky smile, "No, not really."
               Syrin placed a comforting arm around her shoulders, and smiled real smile, not his normal shy half-smile, "It's all right, just look ahead and you'll be fine."
                Prue blushed and snuggled closer, feeling safe. 
               When they stopped at the top, Syrin smiled as they looked at the lights of San Francisco. He turned to Prue, his eyes no longer shy, he gently tucked her honey colored hair behind her ear, "May I kiss you?"  
               Prue's blue-gray eyes were wide, she swallowed, "Um, sure." She didn't quite know what to make of the intense look in his brown eyes.
                He licked his lips, and bent his head to Prue's, Lightly kissing her on the lips.
                Pure relaxed and sighed softly as his lips caressed hers gently.
                Syrin pulled back, the shy look back in his eyes, "I've been wanting to do that for awhile."
                Prue licked her lips, "Oh."
                Syrin looked like he was going to say something, but the Farris Wheel lurched as it stared up again.

                Back home in the kitchen, Prue absently chewed on her pen as she stared at her history book. Tomorrow was Saturday but she still wanted to get some schoolwork done. She looked down at the empty sheet of paper; that was the idea anyway.
                "All right, what is it?" her mother's voice said from behind her. Piper came over and sat down across from her.
                Prue blushed, suddenly interested in her text book,  "Nothing."
                Piper narrowed her eyes at her daughter, "Yeah right. You've been swoony scene you got home."
                Prue smacked her pen down on the table, and glared at her mother like a wet cat, "I have not been swoony!"
                Piper rolled her eyes to the ceiling, "Sure you haven't been."
                Prue looked at her mother though her fingers, "Syrin kissed me."
                Piper's eyes went wide, "Oh?"
                Blushing the whole time, Prue told her mother what had happened on the Farris Wheel.
                Piper smiled, "It seems he really likes you."

                Syrin spat out the strong mouthwash that he had been gargling with for the past ten minuets. Giving up he rinsed his mouth out with water, and stood over the sink trying not to rench like he had when he came home.
               What his father had failed to tell him was that when the spell took her powers, he absorbed them.
                The magic she had was pure and uncorrupted, not a good mix for him.
                His mother walked into the bathroom and traced the pentagram on his bare back with a blood red nail; star first, then the circle, and then the incantations counter clock wise. "Feeling better?" she asked.
                Syrin arched into the caress, "Mm., yes, much. How much longer?"
                The Seer rested against her adopted son, her nails still running down his back, "Five more kisses, the last must be the most passionate."
                 Syrin turned to face the Seer; he leaned against the counter, "The most passionate? And what of the others?" He stood five inches above his mother, his skin moonlight compared to her light shadow.
                 She pressed against him, looking as if she wanted to kiss him, but not wanting to risk the spell, "The others can be passionate as well," She brushed her long sharp nails over Syrin's lips, down his face, "but it's the last one that will fully strip her of her powers."
                 Syrin took her smaller hand in his; he pressed the pad of his index finger against the nail of hers. Nothing showed on his face as he dragged his finger along the knife sharp edge of the nail; leavening a diagonal cut - no worse than a paper cut - on his finger.
                A smile – much like his adopted Father's – spread across his face as he licked the blood off of the Seer's nail. Still smiling he pressed his bleeding finger to her lips, "It might take a while for the kisses to get as passionate as they need to be," He took the finger away and placed it in his mouth, "Besides," he said licking away the extra blood, "I'm a very shy boy."

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(very evil grin) I'm evil I know. Well please review!!!            

(sighs) You know the chapters are a lot longer in my notebook, miff that's okay.   

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