A/N: Everyone say "Thank you, KT!" Cause she put this in notepad since mine is gay and doesn't work anymore. anyway this bits lame but ah well.
KT: And I'm also the bestest person ever. As in, EVER! Wee for me! WOOO! I hope Scotlum doesn't delete this or I keel her. La la la la la oh, and I spell-checked it for her. Yes, I know I roolez.
Part 2
The Halliwell sisters were sat round a table in the popular Quake.
Prue and Piper were making idle chit chat while Paige seemed lost in thought, playing with her food.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Prue said as she got up and left the table.
Piper looked sympathetically at her baby sister. She knew deep down Paige had made some bad choices but faced up to that and done a lot to change it, she was just having a hard time getting over the awkwardness.
She forced herself to say something. "Is the salad ok?"
Paige took a little longer than most to acknowledge her sister's words. "oh yeah, its fine, thanks." She said unenthusiastically.
Piper's face wore an expression of concern. Her sister's therapist obviously made her think about stuff she hadn't in a long time.
As much as she wanted to reach out and squeeze her baby sister's hand, she couldn't quite force herself.
"Paige, a-are you ok?" It was a stupid question but sometimes it had to be asked.
Paige nodded unsurely. "I'm sorry."
"I know." Piper replied. They both knew there was a deeper meaning in their simple words.
Prue came back to the table and immediately felt the sombre mood.
"Hey, why don't we head home? I can take the rest of today of. We're not that busy." Piper suggested.
Prue nodded, "Sounds like a plan. That ok with you, sweetie?"
"Sure." She answered absently.
**************
The sisters walked into Halliwell Manor, each knowing the day would turn into a bonding session. They never could have imagined the truth.
As Paige shut the front door, still in a daze she proceeded further into the hall as a man appeared, literally out of nowhere, in front of her.
She was about to shout for her sisters when he punched her. As Paige shook off the dizziness she saw Prue dash towards her and grab her hand.
Piper had smashed him over the head with a vase.
The sisters ran up the stairs of the Victorian house, fearing for their safety.
As they ran to the end of the hallway on the first floor, they heard the intruder climbing the stairs.
Prue looked about in complete panic when her instincts told her to climb the small set of stairs to the attic.
Herding her sisters there, the door opened. That was something it had never done in her entire life.
But she didn't have time to question it as they moved an old chest in front of the door, hoping to keep the man out.
"Prue, who the hell was that!?" Piper shouted.
Prue hurried towards Paige who was nursing a bruised jaw, "I don't know. Phone the cops, Piper." She said as she threw her cell to Piper. "Paige? You ok?"
Paige looked up at her sister. "Yeah."
There was a violent thudding on the attic door as the intruder tried to get in.
"Prue! The phone just died!" Piper screamed frantically.
Prue began pacing. "I don't know what to do." She admitted as the door was blown in causing the sisters to be thrown off their feet.
A deep voice bellowed through the attic, "You will die, Witches." He stated as he formed a fireball and threw it towards Piper.
As her sister looked on, frozen in shock she felt her hart stop as she waited for he inevitable.
When it didn't she carefully opened one eye then the other to see that the fireball had stopped only a small distance from her head.
Paige pulled her big sister up and got her out of the way. They still had the problem of some freak of a guy in the attic.
"What do we do?!" Paige asked Prue, it was habit. Prue was the oldest, the leader. She always knew what to do.
Prue looked between the fireball, the man and her sisters. Why did they all demand things from her? Why do they think she knows what to do?
The fear and the agitation in Prue was increasing to strengths she couldn't stand and that's when the fireball seemed to rewind, flying back to it's origin it set the demon a light. He screamed and cursed at them but one phrase stuck out,
"Demons and Warlocks will come until you are dead!"
Each woman shielded her eyes as he exploded, leaving a scorch mark on the rug.
Prue, Piper and Paige all stood dead still trying to sort through what just happened.
As if things couldn't get stranger a blue glow emanated from an old chest they had used to block the door.
Prue and Piper exchanged unbelieving looks while Paige slowly walked towards it and opened the chest.
"Paige! We don't know what could be in there!" Prue scolded.
"It's a book." Paige told them.
"A book?" Piper asked again as she walked to her sisters side.
Paige carefully picked up the dusty book and placed it on the floor.
"That's a Celtic symbol, I think I recognise it." Prue said joining them, now intrigued.
"Well, let's see if the book will tell us more." Paige said with a cynical smile.
She opened it to the first page with words.
Prue began to read aloud from over her shoulder.
It was the prophecy of three sisters. Three sisters who were the most powerful witches to live. Who came from a family who were paragons of good. Most importantly, that they had powers.
Piper looked at Prue. "We're witches?" She asked, feeling like a complete fool.
"No... Witches... demons... these things don't exist. They can't. Can they?"
"It says so, right here. Look further on, pages and pages of evil!" Paige said as she again took to biting her lip and flicking through the book.
"We did do those things. I... I moved things and Piper froze things. And that... thing. It exploded, it's gone. No body. And it said they'd be after us. So it's true..." Prue babbled.
Piper then spoke up. "But we're good? We aren't evil? And mom and Grams? They were... witches?"
Prue and Paige just shrugged. They knew too little. They found out too fast. How were they meant to believe that demons and warlocks and witches actually existed? Let alone that they were the all mighty charmed ones. It would take a lot to understand and accept their destiny.
KT: And I'm also the bestest person ever. As in, EVER! Wee for me! WOOO! I hope Scotlum doesn't delete this or I keel her. La la la la la oh, and I spell-checked it for her. Yes, I know I roolez.
Part 2
The Halliwell sisters were sat round a table in the popular Quake.
Prue and Piper were making idle chit chat while Paige seemed lost in thought, playing with her food.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Prue said as she got up and left the table.
Piper looked sympathetically at her baby sister. She knew deep down Paige had made some bad choices but faced up to that and done a lot to change it, she was just having a hard time getting over the awkwardness.
She forced herself to say something. "Is the salad ok?"
Paige took a little longer than most to acknowledge her sister's words. "oh yeah, its fine, thanks." She said unenthusiastically.
Piper's face wore an expression of concern. Her sister's therapist obviously made her think about stuff she hadn't in a long time.
As much as she wanted to reach out and squeeze her baby sister's hand, she couldn't quite force herself.
"Paige, a-are you ok?" It was a stupid question but sometimes it had to be asked.
Paige nodded unsurely. "I'm sorry."
"I know." Piper replied. They both knew there was a deeper meaning in their simple words.
Prue came back to the table and immediately felt the sombre mood.
"Hey, why don't we head home? I can take the rest of today of. We're not that busy." Piper suggested.
Prue nodded, "Sounds like a plan. That ok with you, sweetie?"
"Sure." She answered absently.
**************
The sisters walked into Halliwell Manor, each knowing the day would turn into a bonding session. They never could have imagined the truth.
As Paige shut the front door, still in a daze she proceeded further into the hall as a man appeared, literally out of nowhere, in front of her.
She was about to shout for her sisters when he punched her. As Paige shook off the dizziness she saw Prue dash towards her and grab her hand.
Piper had smashed him over the head with a vase.
The sisters ran up the stairs of the Victorian house, fearing for their safety.
As they ran to the end of the hallway on the first floor, they heard the intruder climbing the stairs.
Prue looked about in complete panic when her instincts told her to climb the small set of stairs to the attic.
Herding her sisters there, the door opened. That was something it had never done in her entire life.
But she didn't have time to question it as they moved an old chest in front of the door, hoping to keep the man out.
"Prue, who the hell was that!?" Piper shouted.
Prue hurried towards Paige who was nursing a bruised jaw, "I don't know. Phone the cops, Piper." She said as she threw her cell to Piper. "Paige? You ok?"
Paige looked up at her sister. "Yeah."
There was a violent thudding on the attic door as the intruder tried to get in.
"Prue! The phone just died!" Piper screamed frantically.
Prue began pacing. "I don't know what to do." She admitted as the door was blown in causing the sisters to be thrown off their feet.
A deep voice bellowed through the attic, "You will die, Witches." He stated as he formed a fireball and threw it towards Piper.
As her sister looked on, frozen in shock she felt her hart stop as she waited for he inevitable.
When it didn't she carefully opened one eye then the other to see that the fireball had stopped only a small distance from her head.
Paige pulled her big sister up and got her out of the way. They still had the problem of some freak of a guy in the attic.
"What do we do?!" Paige asked Prue, it was habit. Prue was the oldest, the leader. She always knew what to do.
Prue looked between the fireball, the man and her sisters. Why did they all demand things from her? Why do they think she knows what to do?
The fear and the agitation in Prue was increasing to strengths she couldn't stand and that's when the fireball seemed to rewind, flying back to it's origin it set the demon a light. He screamed and cursed at them but one phrase stuck out,
"Demons and Warlocks will come until you are dead!"
Each woman shielded her eyes as he exploded, leaving a scorch mark on the rug.
Prue, Piper and Paige all stood dead still trying to sort through what just happened.
As if things couldn't get stranger a blue glow emanated from an old chest they had used to block the door.
Prue and Piper exchanged unbelieving looks while Paige slowly walked towards it and opened the chest.
"Paige! We don't know what could be in there!" Prue scolded.
"It's a book." Paige told them.
"A book?" Piper asked again as she walked to her sisters side.
Paige carefully picked up the dusty book and placed it on the floor.
"That's a Celtic symbol, I think I recognise it." Prue said joining them, now intrigued.
"Well, let's see if the book will tell us more." Paige said with a cynical smile.
She opened it to the first page with words.
Prue began to read aloud from over her shoulder.
It was the prophecy of three sisters. Three sisters who were the most powerful witches to live. Who came from a family who were paragons of good. Most importantly, that they had powers.
Piper looked at Prue. "We're witches?" She asked, feeling like a complete fool.
"No... Witches... demons... these things don't exist. They can't. Can they?"
"It says so, right here. Look further on, pages and pages of evil!" Paige said as she again took to biting her lip and flicking through the book.
"We did do those things. I... I moved things and Piper froze things. And that... thing. It exploded, it's gone. No body. And it said they'd be after us. So it's true..." Prue babbled.
Piper then spoke up. "But we're good? We aren't evil? And mom and Grams? They were... witches?"
Prue and Paige just shrugged. They knew too little. They found out too fast. How were they meant to believe that demons and warlocks and witches actually existed? Let alone that they were the all mighty charmed ones. It would take a lot to understand and accept their destiny.