Disclaimer: No, I don't own Charmed. Hey, it disappoints me as much as it does you. lol. Seriously though, I would have done some things a lot differently if I'd owned the show...anyways. That's my disclaimer and I'm stickin' to it! (In case you were wondering, no I don't do drugs, yes I really am THAT weird!!!:P)
AN: Any suggestion you guys have on makin' this better is OK by me!!!
Lara-Beth: I'm on the top of your list???? *cries* That is sooooo sweet. And thank you for recommending me to your friend, the moon!!! Thanks for the flowers and the cheese. You're the best! :):):)
Kristen's Paige: You know you're a life saver, right? luv ya!
HalliwellGirls: I hate those darn finals...we have them soon too, I think. :( I'm just happy to see your great reviews!!! :D You're awesome
Rea: LOLOL, I can't just give the disease back to Paige, I have to have some plausible reason...Thanks for your reviews, I'm always glad to see you are reading! Thanks for staying with this story!
Charmedrockz: No, he's not, in my earlier story, The End I vanquished him...this series is kind of a spin off..a lot different from the real charmed. Thanks for reviewing!!! Read on, people, read on...
Phoebe and Paige were 'cheerfully' greeted by a very angry Piper, who happened to be slamming things around the kitchen in a manner that did not bode well for innocent bystanders. "OK," Phoebe commented, "I see now is not a good time for you."
"Meet Phoebe, the Queen of understatement," Paige muttered. Phoebe elbowed her in the ribs. "What?," Paige asked, surprised.
"Never mind," Phoebe answered, turning her attention back to the hellcat in the kitchen, "Piper, sweetie, it doesn't matter how hard you try, you are never going to be able to pry open that can with your bare hands." Paige choked back a laugh as Piper threw down the can of peaches.
"We don't have any fresh, and I wanted them to go with our breakfast," Piper shot back, "Our can opener is in a very real danger of being either burned or stomped into a somewhat peaceful death and the oven apparently wants to be next." Phoebe chuckled, walking over to the stove and turning a knob.
"Why the stove? It works," Phoebe pointed out, seeing the red light come on. She quickly switched it back to off.
"I know it works," Piper sneered, "But it wasn't getting hot fast enough." At this, Paige could no longer hold back her laughter.
"Boy, Prue must have really pushed some buttons today. You are acting like a madman...um, woman," Paige declared, still laughing.
"As funny as this probably is to you, I do not see anything to laugh about," Piper exclaimed, glaring daggers at her, "Besides, unless you want to make your own breakfast, and we all know that you make a very sorry excuse for well, whatever it was that you made the one time I let you in the kitchen, then I suggest you stop giggling and leave me alone."
"It was an omelet, and I happen to be very good at making them!," Paige argued before being forcefully dragged out of the kitchen by Phoebe.
"It is so not a good idea to challenge her when she's that mad," Phoebe warned when they were out of throwing range.
"How mad is 'that mad'?," Paige asked, grinning.
"Well, when she resorts to threatening the lives of her kitchen appliances, I'd have to say she's a bomb just waiting to go off on some poor unsuspecting sister," Phoebe answered, glancing back at the kitchen door.
"Oh," Paige said, eyes widening in an obviously surprised expression. Prue stalked in at the end of their conversation, looking even angrier than Piper had.
"Prue, nice to see you," Phoebe greeted cautiously. Prue narrowed her eyes. "That's not a good sign," Phoebe whispered. Paige crossed her arms, suddenly in the mood for a fight.
"How anyone can be cheerful, Phoebe, is beyond me," Prue growled, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some responsibilities I have to take care of."
"Ohhh, I get it," Paige said smiling sinisterly, "Since I have such a lack of responsibility, you have to make sure and make up for that by being a 'responsible' bitch." Phoebe's jaw dropped. Had she really just gone there?
"Actually," Prue clarified coldly, "I was just showing you what it is like to be responsible, in case you, you know, wanted to actually learn something."
"Uh, guys, as fun as this conversation is getting," Phoebe broke in, "Don't you think we have other things to do?"
"You are absolutely right, Phoebe, anything has got to be better than this. By the way, Prue, if I wanted to learn something, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be how to walk with something shoved up my ass," Paige tossed over her shoulder, walking out of the living room.
"Oh, she did not just say that," Prue cried indignantly, glaring at her back.
"Actually, Prue, I think she did," Phoebe answered, patting her shoulder. Quickly putting distance between her and her older sister in case Prue decided to hit her, she followed Paige.
"Real funny," Prue shot back, throwing up her hands. What was with people today? I mean, first Piper, then Paige, now Phoebe has an attitude! What a great day this was turning out to be.
"Paige, I just want to say, for the record, you are totally my hero," Phoebe said, racing up the stairs to catch up with her. Smiling, Paige turned around to face her.
"Why is that?," she asked coolly.
"Because, my whole life I have always wanted to say something like that...no, not something like that, exactly that, to her, and I've always been too chicken. Therefore, since you actually DID say it, you are now my hero," Phoebe explained, grinning.
"You mean, you've never stood up to her?," Paige asked, more than a little surprised.
"No, I have, just never in quite that way," Phoebe answered.
"As your hero, I just want to say that you are my hero too, Phoebs," Paige told her, hugging her impulsively.
"Why on earth would I be yours?," Phoebe inquired, slightly confused.
"You are always on my side, Phoebe. I've never had that. I love you for it," Paige answered quietly. Phoebe tightened her embrace.
"Thanks, honey, I needed to hear that," she whispered.
"OK," Paige said, pulling away and wiping a few tears from her cheeks, "What's the plan for today?" Phoebe smiled.
"I was thinking we could get into our most comfy clothes and watch movies and eat all day," she suggested.
"That is a perfect idea, Phoebe, exactly what we need," Paige agreed, "Although I am in my pajamas, and nothing is more comfortable than that, but you on the other hand..."
"Say no more, give me five minutes to change and we can start our pampered laziness," Phoebe said, rushing down the hall.
"I like how you think," Paige called back, mentally going over the list of all the very essential junk foods they would be needing.
Ten minutes later had them piled on the couch with cookies, popcorn, chips of all kinds, and soft drinks at hand. "You know," Phoebe commented past a mouthful of popcorn with her eyes still fixed on the television screen, which was displaying Kill It Before It Dies (AN: surprise, surprise), "I do believe I am a genius." Paige laughed, hitting her playfully on the leg.
"Better watch out, you might get as arrogant as Prue," Paige cautioned, getting a giggle from Phoebe.
"Yeah," a voice agreed, "and who wants that?"
"Piper, would you like to join us in being couch potatoes?," Phoebe offered, scooting over to make room for her.
"Don't mind if I do," Piper accepted, "AND, I brought breakfast." Scrambling up, Paige and Phoebe lunged for the tray she had in her hands.
"You seriously made chocolate chip muffins?," Phoebe squealed, grabbing one in each hand.
"I seriously did, I know they are your favorite," Piper laughed.
"You're right, Phoebe, you ARE a genius! So, apparently, is Piper," Paige declared, taking a bite of the muffing she had in her hand. Piper and Phoebe laughed harder. Piper set the tray down on the coffee table and sat in between them, laying her head on Phoebe's shoulder and her legs across Paige's lap.
"So what are we watching?," she asked, comfortable.
"Kill It Before It Dies, what else?," Phoebe demanded, looking shocked at Piper. What other movie was there to see?
"Right, I should have known," Piper said, chuckling. Only Phoebe could watch that movie a million times and still love every word. At least, she thought only Phoebe. Looking at Paige's entranced expression, she suddenly doubted that.
"This is the best feeling I've had in a long time," Paige said, startling them. No one had said anything for a while.
"What feeling is that?," Piper asked, snuggling closer to her.
"Love," Paige answered simply, smiling. Phoebe reached over to squeeze her hand; allowing that to soak in. "She's right, this is the best," Phoebe thought to herself sleepily, then let her attention be pulled into her favorite movie once again
AN: OK, I have to admit, this is a far cry from my usual style, but I really enjoyed writing it. I love saucy sarcastic comments! Even more so, I love sisterly bonding moments. I hope you do as much as I do!!!! review, please.
Oh, and just for the record, Rea, SOME people care what I think...as crazy as that makes them! lolol
AN: Any suggestion you guys have on makin' this better is OK by me!!!
Lara-Beth: I'm on the top of your list???? *cries* That is sooooo sweet. And thank you for recommending me to your friend, the moon!!! Thanks for the flowers and the cheese. You're the best! :):):)
Kristen's Paige: You know you're a life saver, right? luv ya!
HalliwellGirls: I hate those darn finals...we have them soon too, I think. :( I'm just happy to see your great reviews!!! :D You're awesome
Rea: LOLOL, I can't just give the disease back to Paige, I have to have some plausible reason...Thanks for your reviews, I'm always glad to see you are reading! Thanks for staying with this story!
Charmedrockz: No, he's not, in my earlier story, The End I vanquished him...this series is kind of a spin off..a lot different from the real charmed. Thanks for reviewing!!! Read on, people, read on...
Phoebe and Paige were 'cheerfully' greeted by a very angry Piper, who happened to be slamming things around the kitchen in a manner that did not bode well for innocent bystanders. "OK," Phoebe commented, "I see now is not a good time for you."
"Meet Phoebe, the Queen of understatement," Paige muttered. Phoebe elbowed her in the ribs. "What?," Paige asked, surprised.
"Never mind," Phoebe answered, turning her attention back to the hellcat in the kitchen, "Piper, sweetie, it doesn't matter how hard you try, you are never going to be able to pry open that can with your bare hands." Paige choked back a laugh as Piper threw down the can of peaches.
"We don't have any fresh, and I wanted them to go with our breakfast," Piper shot back, "Our can opener is in a very real danger of being either burned or stomped into a somewhat peaceful death and the oven apparently wants to be next." Phoebe chuckled, walking over to the stove and turning a knob.
"Why the stove? It works," Phoebe pointed out, seeing the red light come on. She quickly switched it back to off.
"I know it works," Piper sneered, "But it wasn't getting hot fast enough." At this, Paige could no longer hold back her laughter.
"Boy, Prue must have really pushed some buttons today. You are acting like a madman...um, woman," Paige declared, still laughing.
"As funny as this probably is to you, I do not see anything to laugh about," Piper exclaimed, glaring daggers at her, "Besides, unless you want to make your own breakfast, and we all know that you make a very sorry excuse for well, whatever it was that you made the one time I let you in the kitchen, then I suggest you stop giggling and leave me alone."
"It was an omelet, and I happen to be very good at making them!," Paige argued before being forcefully dragged out of the kitchen by Phoebe.
"It is so not a good idea to challenge her when she's that mad," Phoebe warned when they were out of throwing range.
"How mad is 'that mad'?," Paige asked, grinning.
"Well, when she resorts to threatening the lives of her kitchen appliances, I'd have to say she's a bomb just waiting to go off on some poor unsuspecting sister," Phoebe answered, glancing back at the kitchen door.
"Oh," Paige said, eyes widening in an obviously surprised expression. Prue stalked in at the end of their conversation, looking even angrier than Piper had.
"Prue, nice to see you," Phoebe greeted cautiously. Prue narrowed her eyes. "That's not a good sign," Phoebe whispered. Paige crossed her arms, suddenly in the mood for a fight.
"How anyone can be cheerful, Phoebe, is beyond me," Prue growled, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some responsibilities I have to take care of."
"Ohhh, I get it," Paige said smiling sinisterly, "Since I have such a lack of responsibility, you have to make sure and make up for that by being a 'responsible' bitch." Phoebe's jaw dropped. Had she really just gone there?
"Actually," Prue clarified coldly, "I was just showing you what it is like to be responsible, in case you, you know, wanted to actually learn something."
"Uh, guys, as fun as this conversation is getting," Phoebe broke in, "Don't you think we have other things to do?"
"You are absolutely right, Phoebe, anything has got to be better than this. By the way, Prue, if I wanted to learn something, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be how to walk with something shoved up my ass," Paige tossed over her shoulder, walking out of the living room.
"Oh, she did not just say that," Prue cried indignantly, glaring at her back.
"Actually, Prue, I think she did," Phoebe answered, patting her shoulder. Quickly putting distance between her and her older sister in case Prue decided to hit her, she followed Paige.
"Real funny," Prue shot back, throwing up her hands. What was with people today? I mean, first Piper, then Paige, now Phoebe has an attitude! What a great day this was turning out to be.
"Paige, I just want to say, for the record, you are totally my hero," Phoebe said, racing up the stairs to catch up with her. Smiling, Paige turned around to face her.
"Why is that?," she asked coolly.
"Because, my whole life I have always wanted to say something like that...no, not something like that, exactly that, to her, and I've always been too chicken. Therefore, since you actually DID say it, you are now my hero," Phoebe explained, grinning.
"You mean, you've never stood up to her?," Paige asked, more than a little surprised.
"No, I have, just never in quite that way," Phoebe answered.
"As your hero, I just want to say that you are my hero too, Phoebs," Paige told her, hugging her impulsively.
"Why on earth would I be yours?," Phoebe inquired, slightly confused.
"You are always on my side, Phoebe. I've never had that. I love you for it," Paige answered quietly. Phoebe tightened her embrace.
"Thanks, honey, I needed to hear that," she whispered.
"OK," Paige said, pulling away and wiping a few tears from her cheeks, "What's the plan for today?" Phoebe smiled.
"I was thinking we could get into our most comfy clothes and watch movies and eat all day," she suggested.
"That is a perfect idea, Phoebe, exactly what we need," Paige agreed, "Although I am in my pajamas, and nothing is more comfortable than that, but you on the other hand..."
"Say no more, give me five minutes to change and we can start our pampered laziness," Phoebe said, rushing down the hall.
"I like how you think," Paige called back, mentally going over the list of all the very essential junk foods they would be needing.
Ten minutes later had them piled on the couch with cookies, popcorn, chips of all kinds, and soft drinks at hand. "You know," Phoebe commented past a mouthful of popcorn with her eyes still fixed on the television screen, which was displaying Kill It Before It Dies (AN: surprise, surprise), "I do believe I am a genius." Paige laughed, hitting her playfully on the leg.
"Better watch out, you might get as arrogant as Prue," Paige cautioned, getting a giggle from Phoebe.
"Yeah," a voice agreed, "and who wants that?"
"Piper, would you like to join us in being couch potatoes?," Phoebe offered, scooting over to make room for her.
"Don't mind if I do," Piper accepted, "AND, I brought breakfast." Scrambling up, Paige and Phoebe lunged for the tray she had in her hands.
"You seriously made chocolate chip muffins?," Phoebe squealed, grabbing one in each hand.
"I seriously did, I know they are your favorite," Piper laughed.
"You're right, Phoebe, you ARE a genius! So, apparently, is Piper," Paige declared, taking a bite of the muffing she had in her hand. Piper and Phoebe laughed harder. Piper set the tray down on the coffee table and sat in between them, laying her head on Phoebe's shoulder and her legs across Paige's lap.
"So what are we watching?," she asked, comfortable.
"Kill It Before It Dies, what else?," Phoebe demanded, looking shocked at Piper. What other movie was there to see?
"Right, I should have known," Piper said, chuckling. Only Phoebe could watch that movie a million times and still love every word. At least, she thought only Phoebe. Looking at Paige's entranced expression, she suddenly doubted that.
"This is the best feeling I've had in a long time," Paige said, startling them. No one had said anything for a while.
"What feeling is that?," Piper asked, snuggling closer to her.
"Love," Paige answered simply, smiling. Phoebe reached over to squeeze her hand; allowing that to soak in. "She's right, this is the best," Phoebe thought to herself sleepily, then let her attention be pulled into her favorite movie once again
AN: OK, I have to admit, this is a far cry from my usual style, but I really enjoyed writing it. I love saucy sarcastic comments! Even more so, I love sisterly bonding moments. I hope you do as much as I do!!!! review, please.
Oh, and just for the record, Rea, SOME people care what I think...as crazy as that makes them! lolol