DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, any of them
SUMMARY: Paige's trial: in the desert.
Leo's attention was turned to his youngest charge when he heard Paige muttering angrily to herself.
"Sure," she said. "A trial. Of course. Like being targeted by demonic assassins every day wasn't bad enough, now it's a trial." She looked at the desert and saw nothing for miles and miles except for sand almost as white as her face.
"You have chosen me as your guide," Brad Pitt said.
Paige smiled. She had chosen well. If she was trapped in the desert and left to die, at least she could die happy.
Paige started walking, not knowing for sure where she was going. After a moment, her spirit guide's lovely blue eyes widened. "Paige?" he said. "Where did you go?"
"I'm right here," she said, feeling the sun scorch her fair skin.
"Where?" her guide asked, not able to discern where the pale girl stopped and the sand started. "I can see your hair, but that's it." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, her hair turned the same shade of pale white as the rest of her body.
"Well," mused her guide, "at least it's an improvement over that sickeningly red color."
"Hey!" Paige said, falling down and getting sand in her mouth. Still, she couldn't hold a grudge against him. He was too Brad Pitt-esque for that.
TBC (if there's enough interest, i.e. reviews.) Next up, Phoebe in Antarctica with that stupid pink wooly hat. Something tells me baaaaad things are going to happen to the charmed ones in this fic, but hey, if you're feeling compassionate, let me know, and I will spare some of them.