Bound to Fate
Summary: Sequel to P4. Both prophesies have been fulfilled. Now, the Charmed Ones must get to know their baby sister, while at the same time discovering what Portia's real destiny is. *Please read P4 first, and r&r both fics*
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the major characters, except Portia.
A/N: I'm really going to need feedback on this one, because it's been a while since I wrote P4, and it's hard trying to remember where I was going with both the story and the characters. Hopefully my writing's improved in the last year or so, and I'll be able to figure it out quickly, but reviews would still be much appreciated.
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Portia stared out the plane window. This was it. Today her father's promotion went into effect. Today he left on the first of many business trips, and today she moved in with the sisters she hardly knew.
They'd finally made the trip to New York, to collect the things they'd left behind in storage when they'd moved into the tiny San Fransisco apartment. Victor had sent some of Portia's things ahead, so they'd already be there when she arrived, to make her move as easy as possible. Portia later found out that this had been her oldest sister, Prue's idea. Prue was, by nature, very protective of her younger siblings. Though she'd been just as shocked to learn of Portia's existance as Portia had been to learn of hers, she'd immediately extended that concern to her baby sister, almost by pure instinct.
Portia gripped the armrest as the plane descended. No matter how many times she'd moved around with Victor - and they'd moved around a lot - she'd never completely gotten over her fear of flying.
Victor glanced over at his daughter. He hadn't been able to shake the feeling of unease that had been with him since they'd left for New York. He'd always felt horribly guilty over abandoning Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. Now, here he was, hours away from doing the same thing to Portia, his baby.
He shook his head. 'It isn't the same thing,' he reminded himself firmly. 'I never did right by the other girls, I never helped them as daughters or as witches. Portia needs their guidance; I'm doing this for her own good.'
Although he knew this was true, even in his own mind it sounded lame. He wanted to be there for Portia, and for his other daughters. He knew he couldn't, knew there was no possible way, but that didn't change the feeling that he was leaving his little girls all over again.
Portia, getting that feeling in the back of her neck that comes when people stare at you, looked up and met Victor's gaze. Noticing her own knuckles were turning white, she let go of the armrest and instead leaned against him for comfort. To soothe her fear, he ran his fingers through her hair the way he'd done when she was little.
Portia snuggled up against him, still thinking about her sisters. Nervously, she buried her face in his shirt, and asked, "Will they like me, Daddy?"
"Of course they will," Victor said, somewhat surprised at the question. "They already do. I saw the way you girls got along the last time we were there."
"Oh, of course we got along then." Portia sighed. "We were all so nervous, it was all we could do to be amicable. You, Mom, and Grams did put us in a rather difficult position, you know. And then, not telling us until right before we met! None of us knew how to act, we were so busy trying to make good impressions that we didn't even get to know each other."
Victor looked down, in awe of his youngest daughter. Portia had always been extremely bright for her age, but it still amazed him when she made such precocious - and accurate - observations.
"I know this is hard on all of you." he said. "I'm not going to pretend that it's fair, because it's not. I admit, some of it is my doing. I should have told you sooner, but I thought you had enough to handle at first, just by discovering your powers. You understand why I couldn't tell you before then, don't you?"
"I understand." Portia said. "It doesn't make it any easier, though. And then there's this whole magic thing. I mean, not only do we have to learn how to function as sisters, but as witches, too? How complicated is that?"
"Very complitcated," Victor replied, inwardly marvelling at how she could go from being far advanced one minute, and an innocent child the next.
Portia, reverting back to the innocent child, repeated her initial question. "Will they like me, Daddy?"
Victor thought for a minute, trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy the girl. "Well, do you like them?"
Portia nodded. "I like them very much. I mean, I'd barely known them a week, but seeing the way they interact with each other, and how nice they were to me... I really like them."
"Then you don't have to worry." Victor assured her.
Portia leaned back against him, not completely convinced, but not as nervous as she had been before. She closed her eyes, but then immediately opened them again. The plane had stopped moving. They were there.
Summary: Sequel to P4. Both prophesies have been fulfilled. Now, the Charmed Ones must get to know their baby sister, while at the same time discovering what Portia's real destiny is. *Please read P4 first, and r&r both fics*
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the major characters, except Portia.
A/N: I'm really going to need feedback on this one, because it's been a while since I wrote P4, and it's hard trying to remember where I was going with both the story and the characters. Hopefully my writing's improved in the last year or so, and I'll be able to figure it out quickly, but reviews would still be much appreciated.
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Portia stared out the plane window. This was it. Today her father's promotion went into effect. Today he left on the first of many business trips, and today she moved in with the sisters she hardly knew.
They'd finally made the trip to New York, to collect the things they'd left behind in storage when they'd moved into the tiny San Fransisco apartment. Victor had sent some of Portia's things ahead, so they'd already be there when she arrived, to make her move as easy as possible. Portia later found out that this had been her oldest sister, Prue's idea. Prue was, by nature, very protective of her younger siblings. Though she'd been just as shocked to learn of Portia's existance as Portia had been to learn of hers, she'd immediately extended that concern to her baby sister, almost by pure instinct.
Portia gripped the armrest as the plane descended. No matter how many times she'd moved around with Victor - and they'd moved around a lot - she'd never completely gotten over her fear of flying.
Victor glanced over at his daughter. He hadn't been able to shake the feeling of unease that had been with him since they'd left for New York. He'd always felt horribly guilty over abandoning Prue, Piper, and Phoebe. Now, here he was, hours away from doing the same thing to Portia, his baby.
He shook his head. 'It isn't the same thing,' he reminded himself firmly. 'I never did right by the other girls, I never helped them as daughters or as witches. Portia needs their guidance; I'm doing this for her own good.'
Although he knew this was true, even in his own mind it sounded lame. He wanted to be there for Portia, and for his other daughters. He knew he couldn't, knew there was no possible way, but that didn't change the feeling that he was leaving his little girls all over again.
Portia, getting that feeling in the back of her neck that comes when people stare at you, looked up and met Victor's gaze. Noticing her own knuckles were turning white, she let go of the armrest and instead leaned against him for comfort. To soothe her fear, he ran his fingers through her hair the way he'd done when she was little.
Portia snuggled up against him, still thinking about her sisters. Nervously, she buried her face in his shirt, and asked, "Will they like me, Daddy?"
"Of course they will," Victor said, somewhat surprised at the question. "They already do. I saw the way you girls got along the last time we were there."
"Oh, of course we got along then." Portia sighed. "We were all so nervous, it was all we could do to be amicable. You, Mom, and Grams did put us in a rather difficult position, you know. And then, not telling us until right before we met! None of us knew how to act, we were so busy trying to make good impressions that we didn't even get to know each other."
Victor looked down, in awe of his youngest daughter. Portia had always been extremely bright for her age, but it still amazed him when she made such precocious - and accurate - observations.
"I know this is hard on all of you." he said. "I'm not going to pretend that it's fair, because it's not. I admit, some of it is my doing. I should have told you sooner, but I thought you had enough to handle at first, just by discovering your powers. You understand why I couldn't tell you before then, don't you?"
"I understand." Portia said. "It doesn't make it any easier, though. And then there's this whole magic thing. I mean, not only do we have to learn how to function as sisters, but as witches, too? How complicated is that?"
"Very complitcated," Victor replied, inwardly marvelling at how she could go from being far advanced one minute, and an innocent child the next.
Portia, reverting back to the innocent child, repeated her initial question. "Will they like me, Daddy?"
Victor thought for a minute, trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy the girl. "Well, do you like them?"
Portia nodded. "I like them very much. I mean, I'd barely known them a week, but seeing the way they interact with each other, and how nice they were to me... I really like them."
"Then you don't have to worry." Victor assured her.
Portia leaned back against him, not completely convinced, but not as nervous as she had been before. She closed her eyes, but then immediately opened them again. The plane had stopped moving. They were there.