Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Charmed characters or the spells used! I got the spells from thecharmedworld.com, and they don't belong to me! Please don't sue me, I'm begging you! :P The story is mine and I dunno maybe a demon or two...
AN: P3Halliwell, you IGNORED my story?? :P lol. Glad you are enjoying it though! Keep reading! Thanks everyone else for their reviews!
Chapter 17
He'd begun studying the Charmed Ones a few days ago. Something had happened, and now he needed them. His warlock parents told him they were the most powerful witches of all. "Good," he thought, "I could use that power." Now, he had formed a well thought out plan to get what he wanted, and he was determined to do just that. First, though, he had to see Her. He quickly entered into the small gray house and was met with a startled gasp.
"Paige?," Glenn called out, walking up the stairs at the anor. He'd stayed behind at the hospital, taking care of things, and giving the sisters a little time to themselves. He walked into the attic to see Paige standing above her sister, who was sitting on the ground. Paige looked up and stared at him as he moved towards her, hesitantly. Paige practically fell into his arms, collapsing into tears. Even the comfort of his arms couldn't bring the peacefulness she needed. She tried to forget what had happened. She tried to remember better times. She was so confused that in the end she just gave up. Glenn supported her weight as she fell into a heavy sleep. Then, with ease, he picked her up and took her to her bedroom. After making sure she was comfortable, he went back to the attic to check on Piper. He bent down to face her. "Piper," he started awkwardly, "I think maybe you should go downstairs and try to get some rest." Piper, surprising, moved to do so. He walked close to her, noticing a small sway in her steps, but she made it safely. Instead of turning into her bedroom, however, she went into Phoebe's and closed the door. He heard faint sounds of crying before a deep silence settled onto the house.
The man came out of the house with a light, satisfied grin on his face. It was time to go to the Charmed Ones. He said the spell to carry him there, and found himself looking at a huddled figure lying on a bed asleep. This was the one they called Piper, he knew, and she was the strongest. He looked at her, amazed that she looked so weak and pitiful just then after all the stories he'd heard. He fervently hoped his plan worked out, otherwise. He stopped his thoughts. This was no time for doubt. Quickly, he used a spell to bind her hands and feet together, then quietly searched for the other one, Paige. He found her in much the same position he'd found her sister. He repeated the spell and picked her up, gently, and carried her back to the room where Piper was. She stirred, then fell back to sleep. He sighed in relief. If she'd awoken, he wasn't sure what they would have done. He was a little intimidated by the Charmed Ones. He touched the other, then said the reverse spell to the one he's recited to get here. They reappeared in front of the gray house he'd been at earlier. He carefully carried one, then the other into the house. "I'm glad they made this so easy," he thought to himself. They certainly didn't seem quite as powerful as they'd been described. Then again, they were sleeping in the deep sleep of the grieving. His plan was going smoothly. He chuckled quietly. "Damn I'm good," he thought aloud and awoke the two women. Fortunately for him, the magical bonds were strong enough to hold them. At least, until he had the chance to explain to them what he needed from them.
Prue, Grams, and Patty were still working on getting Phoebe to slow down, calm down, and breathe. "Phoebe, honey," Patty said, "listen to us. This isn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen, and if it wasn't supposed to happen, then there IS a way to make it better." Phoebe shook her head, but her protests were dying down at last. "Really, dear," Grams added, "You must calm down. It can be fixed and if anyone can do that, it's us Halliwells." Prue nodded in agreement. Leo came up to them, looking pained. He decided if he couldn't go to his wife, he would help his sister-in-law as much as possible. Prue moved to put a hand on his shoulder, his earlier offense forgotten. She wasn't mad at him as much as she was mad at this whole situation. It just didn't quite seem fair to take so much away from her sisters. Piper's baby, Phoebe, Grams, Mom, her, their powers, Piper's husband (she'd found out that he couldn't go back), their security...The list was nearly endless. "Prue," he whispered, "I think something is off. I feel an urgence from Piper and Paige." Prue looked slightly confused. "I thought you weren't their Whitelighter anymore," she said questioningly. He looked as confused as she was, but he quickly turned back to the pressing situation. "I can't go to them, They have stopped me. I guess they couldn't quite sever the tie between my wife and I," he said a little bitterly. Prue raised an eyebrow at his tone. She didn't think it was in him to feel bitter towards anyone, let along the Elders, whom he held in high regard. "I'm not sure, but I think they may be in trouble," he continued. Startled, Prue pulled him away from the crowd around PHoebe, not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was. "What do we do?," she asked worriedly. "I just don't know, but whatever it is, it better be soon," he said, his tone matching hers. Prue's eyes sort of glazed over as she thought. This couldn't be happening. As if they hadn't been through enough Hell, now there was this.
AN: Come on guys, review! I know you can do it!! :P Really though, it gives me inspiration and it only takes a few seconds. Flames are even a source of benefit, as long as they are at least a little constructive. Anyway, I'll try and update ASAP, but I need some feedback. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. Seriously, it brightens my day!
AN: P3Halliwell, you IGNORED my story?? :P lol. Glad you are enjoying it though! Keep reading! Thanks everyone else for their reviews!
Chapter 17
He'd begun studying the Charmed Ones a few days ago. Something had happened, and now he needed them. His warlock parents told him they were the most powerful witches of all. "Good," he thought, "I could use that power." Now, he had formed a well thought out plan to get what he wanted, and he was determined to do just that. First, though, he had to see Her. He quickly entered into the small gray house and was met with a startled gasp.
"Paige?," Glenn called out, walking up the stairs at the anor. He'd stayed behind at the hospital, taking care of things, and giving the sisters a little time to themselves. He walked into the attic to see Paige standing above her sister, who was sitting on the ground. Paige looked up and stared at him as he moved towards her, hesitantly. Paige practically fell into his arms, collapsing into tears. Even the comfort of his arms couldn't bring the peacefulness she needed. She tried to forget what had happened. She tried to remember better times. She was so confused that in the end she just gave up. Glenn supported her weight as she fell into a heavy sleep. Then, with ease, he picked her up and took her to her bedroom. After making sure she was comfortable, he went back to the attic to check on Piper. He bent down to face her. "Piper," he started awkwardly, "I think maybe you should go downstairs and try to get some rest." Piper, surprising, moved to do so. He walked close to her, noticing a small sway in her steps, but she made it safely. Instead of turning into her bedroom, however, she went into Phoebe's and closed the door. He heard faint sounds of crying before a deep silence settled onto the house.
The man came out of the house with a light, satisfied grin on his face. It was time to go to the Charmed Ones. He said the spell to carry him there, and found himself looking at a huddled figure lying on a bed asleep. This was the one they called Piper, he knew, and she was the strongest. He looked at her, amazed that she looked so weak and pitiful just then after all the stories he'd heard. He fervently hoped his plan worked out, otherwise. He stopped his thoughts. This was no time for doubt. Quickly, he used a spell to bind her hands and feet together, then quietly searched for the other one, Paige. He found her in much the same position he'd found her sister. He repeated the spell and picked her up, gently, and carried her back to the room where Piper was. She stirred, then fell back to sleep. He sighed in relief. If she'd awoken, he wasn't sure what they would have done. He was a little intimidated by the Charmed Ones. He touched the other, then said the reverse spell to the one he's recited to get here. They reappeared in front of the gray house he'd been at earlier. He carefully carried one, then the other into the house. "I'm glad they made this so easy," he thought to himself. They certainly didn't seem quite as powerful as they'd been described. Then again, they were sleeping in the deep sleep of the grieving. His plan was going smoothly. He chuckled quietly. "Damn I'm good," he thought aloud and awoke the two women. Fortunately for him, the magical bonds were strong enough to hold them. At least, until he had the chance to explain to them what he needed from them.
Prue, Grams, and Patty were still working on getting Phoebe to slow down, calm down, and breathe. "Phoebe, honey," Patty said, "listen to us. This isn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen, and if it wasn't supposed to happen, then there IS a way to make it better." Phoebe shook her head, but her protests were dying down at last. "Really, dear," Grams added, "You must calm down. It can be fixed and if anyone can do that, it's us Halliwells." Prue nodded in agreement. Leo came up to them, looking pained. He decided if he couldn't go to his wife, he would help his sister-in-law as much as possible. Prue moved to put a hand on his shoulder, his earlier offense forgotten. She wasn't mad at him as much as she was mad at this whole situation. It just didn't quite seem fair to take so much away from her sisters. Piper's baby, Phoebe, Grams, Mom, her, their powers, Piper's husband (she'd found out that he couldn't go back), their security...The list was nearly endless. "Prue," he whispered, "I think something is off. I feel an urgence from Piper and Paige." Prue looked slightly confused. "I thought you weren't their Whitelighter anymore," she said questioningly. He looked as confused as she was, but he quickly turned back to the pressing situation. "I can't go to them, They have stopped me. I guess they couldn't quite sever the tie between my wife and I," he said a little bitterly. Prue raised an eyebrow at his tone. She didn't think it was in him to feel bitter towards anyone, let along the Elders, whom he held in high regard. "I'm not sure, but I think they may be in trouble," he continued. Startled, Prue pulled him away from the crowd around PHoebe, not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was. "What do we do?," she asked worriedly. "I just don't know, but whatever it is, it better be soon," he said, his tone matching hers. Prue's eyes sort of glazed over as she thought. This couldn't be happening. As if they hadn't been through enough Hell, now there was this.
AN: Come on guys, review! I know you can do it!! :P Really though, it gives me inspiration and it only takes a few seconds. Flames are even a source of benefit, as long as they are at least a little constructive. Anyway, I'll try and update ASAP, but I need some feedback. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. Seriously, it brightens my day!