Disclaimer: I do not own the series 'Charmed' (unfortunately). The
characters I own are the ones you haven't heard of. This was set for when
Prue was still alive.
Chapter One
"I am in so much trouble!" Prue Halliwell mumbled angrily to herself as she poured a cup of coffee. She had only been working at the 415 photo studio as a photojournalist for a few weeks and she was already half an hour late. Prue made a run for the fridge for some milk but it was practically empty besides from some fruit and an aged sandwich that was losing it's form. "Drat!" she moaned in exasperation. I wish I were one of those witches on T.V that can just zap up a carton of milk, Prue thought irritably. Prue was a witch though and so were her sisters, Piper and Phoebe. Not just any old witches. The Charmed Ones – the most powerful witches of all time. The line started with Melinda Warren, who was burned at the stake in Salem, Massachusetts in 1654. They each had special powers– Prue had telekinesis (moving things with ones mind) and astral projection, Piper had the power to freeze time and erm, well, blow things up and Phoebe had the gift of clairvoyance (visions of the past, present or future) and levitation. Prue glanced at her Rolex watch. It was 10:45! "No time to get milk or a take-a- way latte." She sighed and took a gulp of coffee and immediately spat it out.
"Prue, have you have of this new, high fangled trend? It's known as swallowing!" Prue glanced behind to see a grinning Phoebe by the doorway. Still spluttering, Prue poured the coffee down the sink and used her power to move the coffee she spat out into the drain. The floor was still wet.
"Phoebs, put some paper down, I'm late for work!" and with that, Prue ran out of the Halliwell Manor and drove off to work. Phoebe shrugged and took a sip of her own coffee. Her face scrunched up at the awful taste.
"Ew! This coffee is strong enough to wake the dead!"
* * * * * *
Prue bolted through the doors of 415 and ran into the studio. Her boss ran towards her.
"Prue! That's the second time you've been late this week! This isn't like you. Did you know that if you were working for the New York Times you would be unemployed by now?" Prue's face went red with embarrassment and she quickly replied,
"I'm sorry Sir. I'll try to be more serious and less tardy." Her boss smiled,
"I'm so glad you said that Prue, because 415 Magazine Studio is doing an exposé on 'auctioneers who have sold an artifact for over $8,000' for the San Francisco Times! I'd like to assign the photo shoot to you Prue as I was very impressed with your work on the circus project." Prue's blue eyes lit up. Her first major assignment!
"Sounds great!" Prue exclaimed, "Where is it?"
"It's at 2 'o' clock at Bucklands Auction House!" the smile on Prues face vanished. "Something wrong Prue?" Her boss asked.
"Erm… no. I just need to think about it, is all, I'll call you tonight." Prue rushed to the phone.
"Bucklands!?!" Piper cried down the phone. Prue said something but the club was so noisy that Piper didn't hear anything. "Hold on Prue." Piper rested the phone between her shoulder and ear and froze everyone in her club, P3. It was unbelievably busy in there for midday and she had been there all night with their whitelighter (and Pipers husband) Leo cleaning up. All Piper wanted now was a nice, long nap. "Prudence Halliwell!" Piper commanded, "We need a sisters three meeting. Get your camera crazy butt over to P3 – PRONTO!" Prue agreed, hung up and left for the club.
* * * * * *
Phoebe sat down in her classroom and grinned at this really cute guy behind her. "So, what's your name?" she smiled. Just then, Phoebe's mobile rang. She let out a nervous laugh and answered her 'interrupting' phone. "Hello, Phoebe Halliwell speaking." Phoebe smiled apologetically in the cute guy's direction.
"Phoebs! It's Piper," said a voice through the receiver.
"Hey Pipes!" Phoebe laughed. She knew very well how much that nickname annoyed her sister.
"Hey!" Piper snapped, "First of all, NEVER call me that and secondly, get down to P3 now! Don't ask questions, just get here. Bye." The line went dead. Phoebe looked around for her teacher and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, she slipped out and headed for P3. Once she got there, Piper explained why Phoebe got dragged out of class and flirting time for a sisterly meeting. Phoebe's arms smacked to her sides as she spun round to face Prue.
"Prue!" she exclaimed, "Bucklands? I don't mean to be critical, but are you nuts? I mean, isn't it going to be a teensy bit weird?" Phoebe held her thumb and index finger half an inch apart and peered at Prue enquiringly. Prue jumped to her defence.
"Hey Phoebe, no need to judge, I haven't said 'yes'" Prue shrugged, her tone softened, "I don't know. On one hand, I can't do a photo shoot at Bucklands but on the other hand it's my first huge assignment." Prue put both hands on her face and ran her fingers through her dark hair. Sighing, she decided reluctantly, "I'm going for the shoot and I'm going to need some support from you guys."
"Of course!" Piper and Phoebe grinned together and gave Prue a big hug. All three of them giggled.
"Girls, I'm off to confirm my assignment!" Prue replied in a British accent, and left. Phoebe sighed,
"Well, I guess that I should go back to my classes. Ta ta!" Phoebe hugged Piper goodbye. Just then, Pipers time freeze ended. Phoebe accidentally lifted up her arms, flew into the air and crashed to the ground. The club went silent as everyone turned to stare at Phoebe. She quickly stood up and blurted out, "Umm… Oh dear, a bit woozy back there, a sip too many, tripped a bit there, phew! Gotta go!" Phoebe shot out of the club. Gradually, the customers at P3 soon went back to talking and dancing. Piper smiled and shook her head in dismay.
Chapter One
"I am in so much trouble!" Prue Halliwell mumbled angrily to herself as she poured a cup of coffee. She had only been working at the 415 photo studio as a photojournalist for a few weeks and she was already half an hour late. Prue made a run for the fridge for some milk but it was practically empty besides from some fruit and an aged sandwich that was losing it's form. "Drat!" she moaned in exasperation. I wish I were one of those witches on T.V that can just zap up a carton of milk, Prue thought irritably. Prue was a witch though and so were her sisters, Piper and Phoebe. Not just any old witches. The Charmed Ones – the most powerful witches of all time. The line started with Melinda Warren, who was burned at the stake in Salem, Massachusetts in 1654. They each had special powers– Prue had telekinesis (moving things with ones mind) and astral projection, Piper had the power to freeze time and erm, well, blow things up and Phoebe had the gift of clairvoyance (visions of the past, present or future) and levitation. Prue glanced at her Rolex watch. It was 10:45! "No time to get milk or a take-a- way latte." She sighed and took a gulp of coffee and immediately spat it out.
"Prue, have you have of this new, high fangled trend? It's known as swallowing!" Prue glanced behind to see a grinning Phoebe by the doorway. Still spluttering, Prue poured the coffee down the sink and used her power to move the coffee she spat out into the drain. The floor was still wet.
"Phoebs, put some paper down, I'm late for work!" and with that, Prue ran out of the Halliwell Manor and drove off to work. Phoebe shrugged and took a sip of her own coffee. Her face scrunched up at the awful taste.
"Ew! This coffee is strong enough to wake the dead!"
* * * * * *
Prue bolted through the doors of 415 and ran into the studio. Her boss ran towards her.
"Prue! That's the second time you've been late this week! This isn't like you. Did you know that if you were working for the New York Times you would be unemployed by now?" Prue's face went red with embarrassment and she quickly replied,
"I'm sorry Sir. I'll try to be more serious and less tardy." Her boss smiled,
"I'm so glad you said that Prue, because 415 Magazine Studio is doing an exposé on 'auctioneers who have sold an artifact for over $8,000' for the San Francisco Times! I'd like to assign the photo shoot to you Prue as I was very impressed with your work on the circus project." Prue's blue eyes lit up. Her first major assignment!
"Sounds great!" Prue exclaimed, "Where is it?"
"It's at 2 'o' clock at Bucklands Auction House!" the smile on Prues face vanished. "Something wrong Prue?" Her boss asked.
"Erm… no. I just need to think about it, is all, I'll call you tonight." Prue rushed to the phone.
"Bucklands!?!" Piper cried down the phone. Prue said something but the club was so noisy that Piper didn't hear anything. "Hold on Prue." Piper rested the phone between her shoulder and ear and froze everyone in her club, P3. It was unbelievably busy in there for midday and she had been there all night with their whitelighter (and Pipers husband) Leo cleaning up. All Piper wanted now was a nice, long nap. "Prudence Halliwell!" Piper commanded, "We need a sisters three meeting. Get your camera crazy butt over to P3 – PRONTO!" Prue agreed, hung up and left for the club.
* * * * * *
Phoebe sat down in her classroom and grinned at this really cute guy behind her. "So, what's your name?" she smiled. Just then, Phoebe's mobile rang. She let out a nervous laugh and answered her 'interrupting' phone. "Hello, Phoebe Halliwell speaking." Phoebe smiled apologetically in the cute guy's direction.
"Phoebs! It's Piper," said a voice through the receiver.
"Hey Pipes!" Phoebe laughed. She knew very well how much that nickname annoyed her sister.
"Hey!" Piper snapped, "First of all, NEVER call me that and secondly, get down to P3 now! Don't ask questions, just get here. Bye." The line went dead. Phoebe looked around for her teacher and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, she slipped out and headed for P3. Once she got there, Piper explained why Phoebe got dragged out of class and flirting time for a sisterly meeting. Phoebe's arms smacked to her sides as she spun round to face Prue.
"Prue!" she exclaimed, "Bucklands? I don't mean to be critical, but are you nuts? I mean, isn't it going to be a teensy bit weird?" Phoebe held her thumb and index finger half an inch apart and peered at Prue enquiringly. Prue jumped to her defence.
"Hey Phoebe, no need to judge, I haven't said 'yes'" Prue shrugged, her tone softened, "I don't know. On one hand, I can't do a photo shoot at Bucklands but on the other hand it's my first huge assignment." Prue put both hands on her face and ran her fingers through her dark hair. Sighing, she decided reluctantly, "I'm going for the shoot and I'm going to need some support from you guys."
"Of course!" Piper and Phoebe grinned together and gave Prue a big hug. All three of them giggled.
"Girls, I'm off to confirm my assignment!" Prue replied in a British accent, and left. Phoebe sighed,
"Well, I guess that I should go back to my classes. Ta ta!" Phoebe hugged Piper goodbye. Just then, Pipers time freeze ended. Phoebe accidentally lifted up her arms, flew into the air and crashed to the ground. The club went silent as everyone turned to stare at Phoebe. She quickly stood up and blurted out, "Umm… Oh dear, a bit woozy back there, a sip too many, tripped a bit there, phew! Gotta go!" Phoebe shot out of the club. Gradually, the customers at P3 soon went back to talking and dancing. Piper smiled and shook her head in dismay.