-----Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, I only own Paris, Neal, and other
characters that aren't on the show normally. Notes:^^Thoughts^^-------
Chapter Seven: Playing With Daddy's Henchman
Cole and Paris arrived at a posh restaurant with some French name. Most of the people there were dressed very nicely, almost formal. Paris followed her father to a seat in a corner, and the waiter took their drink orders. When the waiter left to get their drinks, Paris examined her menu. She decided she'd have some sort of soup.
Cole watched his daughter, he was very happy to see her. He had missed her very much in the past months. "So, how is life on the good side?"
Paris looked up from her menu "It's lovely."
"How is school?" he wanted to know what was going on in her life.
"Its fine, I guess. Even though I don't really see the point in going if I'm going to be destined for good, what do I need school for? I guess I have to have a cover or something. Like the law firm is for demons." She smiled at him.
He gave a good hearted laugh "Met anyone interesting? A boy perhaps?"
"Well, there was someone but he turned out to be a complete jerk off." She replied bluntly.
"Should I kill him?" Cole didn't like people hurting his daughter.
"No!" She told him.
After they had ordered their food, and begun to eat. Paris decided to ask her father about the cute blonde demon.
"So." Paris began "What is Neal's demon powers?"
Cole glared at her, he wasn't too fond of Neal, and he didn't seem to have that spark of evil in him. "Well, he seems to be heading for a Mikro demon." He told her.
"Ohhh." she responded. A Mikro was a lower level demon who killed innocents that helped mortals head further in life.
Cole examined his daughter's face, "Don't tell me you like him?"
"He is cute." Paris pointed out.
"He's a lower level demon, not all that high in status." Cole told her.
"So?" Paris replied "What does that have to do with anything?"
Cole shrugged. "Nothing."
When they had finished eating, Cole paid for the bill, and they headed back to he law firm. Luckily Paris didn't miss much; the student's were on their way to meet the head lawyer of the firm.Mr. Turner. Cole and Paris shimmered into the room; Neal was outside holding off the students. Cole opened the door, and gave a sweet smile to the crowd.
"Hello." Mrs. Watson said shaking Paris's father's hand.
"Welcome, to our firm. Are their any questions?" He asked the group.
Neal walked over to Paris who was sitting in her father's big leather chair. "Hey, how was lunch?"
She rolled her eyes "Perfect."
"Good then?" Neal smiled.
"Let me ask you a question." Paris told him, it was more of a command than a question. "What made you want to be a demon?"
Neal shrugged "I don't exactly know, I was chosen for it."
"Well." She gave him a smile; she decided she wanted to play with her daddy's henchman. She got out of her chair and seductively walked around to the front of her father's desk, and sat on the top, and gestured for him to come closer. He did what he was asked, after all she was quiet persuasive. She grabbed his tie, and pulled him close. Paris was letting her naughty side take her over. She could feel his breath on her face. ".are you available anytime this week?"
He smiled, loving every minute of this "I don't know, I would have to check with the sour-"
"You've forgotten something." She twirled his tie around her finger pulling him closer, and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. She would never act like this toward a mortal, because they wouldn't fall into it the way she wanted. She moved her lips close to his and said right before kissing him "I'm his daughter."
Neal moved his arms around her, and picked her up off the desk. Her legs wrapped around his crouch; suddenly he remembered where he was and pulled away. "Your father is right outside."
"And let me guess that scares you?" she arched an eyebrow and jumped off him. "To bad, and you had so much potential." She walked toward the door slowly swinging her hips.
^^Oh God! I'm going to be killed!^^ he thought as he ran to her and grabbed herby the arm, she turned and smiled at him. He leaned in for a kiss but she shimmered out of the room. Neal looked around and a small smile crossed his face. ^^What a woman.^^
Cole entered the room, showing the students and his daughter his office. Cole looked at his desk which now had his papers scattered everywhere, and his pens had been knocked over. He heard a girl's laugh from the crowd and his assistant blush.
"Paris? Neal?" He asked looking them both over.
"Yes dad?" she asked him. The class had now found that Mr. Turner was her father.
Neal coughed and replied "Sir?"
"What happened here?" Cole asked them a slight tone of anger in his voice.
Neal just looked at him blankly. The students and adults were watching the scene before them Obviously Neal and Paris had done something to his desk. They couldn't think what or how sense Paris had been with them the whole time, or so the thought.
"Would you excuse us?" Cole asked the class, who exited the room. Paris turned and began to leave as well.
"Paris please stay." Her father's voice was firm.
When the door had been shut and the three were in the room alone, Cole started a fireball in his hand. At that gesture Paris started an energy ball. Normally energy balls weren't very powerful, but the one's Paris welded had as much strength as the sources, and every demon knew it.
"Dad don't get rash." Paris told him with a sly smile on her face.
"Explain!" He roared.
"Sir, Paris and I-" he was cut off by Paris.
"I was just testing out your new henchman." Paris smiled.
Cole glared at her "Testing?"
"Yes." She replied.
"How?" he asked her, giving the death glare to Neal.
"His." Paris searched for the word ".pulse."
"Pulse?" Cole raised his eyebrows.
"Yup." Paris turned and walked toward the door. "Have a good day." She said to her father, then turned to look at Neal and waved.
Neal unknowingly caught his hand in a wave, and quickly put his hand done.
Cole glared at Neal, who shimmered out of the room.
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Neal was in his quarters, and dressed into his training outfit. He had his pants on, and his shirt was off when a familiar figure shimmered in the room and sat down on his bed.
"Paris?!" He asked in shock. ^^What is she doing here?^^
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
"You-" Neal was cut off by his roommate Matt bursting through the room. When Matt saw the girl he suddenly bent down onto his knees. Matt had dark brown hair and a muscular frame, rather quite attractive. But she preferred Neal. But her mood was still not exactly good at the moment. She walked over to the boy who was bent down in a knee. She crouched down and examined him.
"Who are you?" She moved his head to face hers by pulling his hair.
"Matt, your grace." He replied she could tell that he was a rebel just by the tone he greeted her in.
"Well." She pulled him to his feet. "Why are you late?"
"For what?" he was suddenly confused.
"My request." She stated. "Do you know who I am?"
He nodded.
"Then you know that you should do exactly what I say." She told him.
"What would you like me to do?" He had seen her a few times but never met her. All of the trainees spoke of her, and how beautiful she was.
"Leave, and tell the headmaster that Neal is in a meeting with the Source's daughter." She told him.
He nodded, and looked at Neal and smiled at him. His smile said great- catch, and with that he left the room.
"You almost had me killed." Neal told her, as he put a shirt on.
"Was it worth it?" She asked "Truthfully now." She had become her usual self.
He smiled "Yes."
"Good." She said pleased. "So." She hadn't really thought of what to say.
"Are you always like this?" He wanted to know why she was here.
"Like what?" she was a little confused.
"Seductive one minute then innocent the next." He told her.
"It happens." She blushed.
"I guess that's the price for being half charmed one." He replied.
She didn't like the way he said charmed one. "Is there something wrong with the charmed ones?"
"What I meant was part good and part evil." He stated not wanting her to throw a energy ball at him.
"Yeah." She sighed.
"So why are you here?" He questioned her.
"I don't know." She blushed.
"Now you're not as confident as before." He said; he wasn't sure which side he liked best.
"Would you like me to be the girl you met earlier?" She asked him arching an eyebrow.
"I don't care, either ones fine." And that was the truth.
"Good, ummm.I better be going." She replied.
"See you later then, at your father's office." He said with a sly smile.
"Don't count on me setting foot in there, unless I'm fighting." She told him matter of factly.
"Then I will have to find you." He said.
"If you can." She winked and then shimmered out of his room.
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"PARIS!" Phoebe yelled as she saw her daughter shimmer into the kitchen. It was five in the evening and her daughter hadn't returned home.
"Hi mom." She smiled and head up the stairs.
"Stop right there!" Piper called.
Paris turned and faced them, her aunts, mother and uncle where standing at the bottom of the stairwell, staring at her.
"Yes?" She asked innocently.
"Where have you been?" Leo asked her concern in his voice.
"You know that law firm that I was going to today?" She asked them.
They nodded.
"Well, it turns out that Dad owns it, and we went out to lunch, and I played with the mind of one of his henchmen." She told them.
"WHAT?!" Paige yelled. "Cole! He is working at the law firm?"
Paris nodded.
"What do you mean played?" Leo asked.
"Ahh, I." She tried to find an answer. "Just kinda got him into trouble."
"Oh." Leo replied.
"What did your dad want?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing actually, don't worry I don't think he has anything planned." She reassured her.
"Okay, but next time if you're late please tell us where you are headed." Phoebe told her.
"Deal." She smiled, and headed back up the stairs and into her room.
--------Please review. ~Alana-----
Chapter Seven: Playing With Daddy's Henchman
Cole and Paris arrived at a posh restaurant with some French name. Most of the people there were dressed very nicely, almost formal. Paris followed her father to a seat in a corner, and the waiter took their drink orders. When the waiter left to get their drinks, Paris examined her menu. She decided she'd have some sort of soup.
Cole watched his daughter, he was very happy to see her. He had missed her very much in the past months. "So, how is life on the good side?"
Paris looked up from her menu "It's lovely."
"How is school?" he wanted to know what was going on in her life.
"Its fine, I guess. Even though I don't really see the point in going if I'm going to be destined for good, what do I need school for? I guess I have to have a cover or something. Like the law firm is for demons." She smiled at him.
He gave a good hearted laugh "Met anyone interesting? A boy perhaps?"
"Well, there was someone but he turned out to be a complete jerk off." She replied bluntly.
"Should I kill him?" Cole didn't like people hurting his daughter.
"No!" She told him.
After they had ordered their food, and begun to eat. Paris decided to ask her father about the cute blonde demon.
"So." Paris began "What is Neal's demon powers?"
Cole glared at her, he wasn't too fond of Neal, and he didn't seem to have that spark of evil in him. "Well, he seems to be heading for a Mikro demon." He told her.
"Ohhh." she responded. A Mikro was a lower level demon who killed innocents that helped mortals head further in life.
Cole examined his daughter's face, "Don't tell me you like him?"
"He is cute." Paris pointed out.
"He's a lower level demon, not all that high in status." Cole told her.
"So?" Paris replied "What does that have to do with anything?"
Cole shrugged. "Nothing."
When they had finished eating, Cole paid for the bill, and they headed back to he law firm. Luckily Paris didn't miss much; the student's were on their way to meet the head lawyer of the firm.Mr. Turner. Cole and Paris shimmered into the room; Neal was outside holding off the students. Cole opened the door, and gave a sweet smile to the crowd.
"Hello." Mrs. Watson said shaking Paris's father's hand.
"Welcome, to our firm. Are their any questions?" He asked the group.
Neal walked over to Paris who was sitting in her father's big leather chair. "Hey, how was lunch?"
She rolled her eyes "Perfect."
"Good then?" Neal smiled.
"Let me ask you a question." Paris told him, it was more of a command than a question. "What made you want to be a demon?"
Neal shrugged "I don't exactly know, I was chosen for it."
"Well." She gave him a smile; she decided she wanted to play with her daddy's henchman. She got out of her chair and seductively walked around to the front of her father's desk, and sat on the top, and gestured for him to come closer. He did what he was asked, after all she was quiet persuasive. She grabbed his tie, and pulled him close. Paris was letting her naughty side take her over. She could feel his breath on her face. ".are you available anytime this week?"
He smiled, loving every minute of this "I don't know, I would have to check with the sour-"
"You've forgotten something." She twirled his tie around her finger pulling him closer, and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. She would never act like this toward a mortal, because they wouldn't fall into it the way she wanted. She moved her lips close to his and said right before kissing him "I'm his daughter."
Neal moved his arms around her, and picked her up off the desk. Her legs wrapped around his crouch; suddenly he remembered where he was and pulled away. "Your father is right outside."
"And let me guess that scares you?" she arched an eyebrow and jumped off him. "To bad, and you had so much potential." She walked toward the door slowly swinging her hips.
^^Oh God! I'm going to be killed!^^ he thought as he ran to her and grabbed herby the arm, she turned and smiled at him. He leaned in for a kiss but she shimmered out of the room. Neal looked around and a small smile crossed his face. ^^What a woman.^^
Cole entered the room, showing the students and his daughter his office. Cole looked at his desk which now had his papers scattered everywhere, and his pens had been knocked over. He heard a girl's laugh from the crowd and his assistant blush.
"Paris? Neal?" He asked looking them both over.
"Yes dad?" she asked him. The class had now found that Mr. Turner was her father.
Neal coughed and replied "Sir?"
"What happened here?" Cole asked them a slight tone of anger in his voice.
Neal just looked at him blankly. The students and adults were watching the scene before them Obviously Neal and Paris had done something to his desk. They couldn't think what or how sense Paris had been with them the whole time, or so the thought.
"Would you excuse us?" Cole asked the class, who exited the room. Paris turned and began to leave as well.
"Paris please stay." Her father's voice was firm.
When the door had been shut and the three were in the room alone, Cole started a fireball in his hand. At that gesture Paris started an energy ball. Normally energy balls weren't very powerful, but the one's Paris welded had as much strength as the sources, and every demon knew it.
"Dad don't get rash." Paris told him with a sly smile on her face.
"Explain!" He roared.
"Sir, Paris and I-" he was cut off by Paris.
"I was just testing out your new henchman." Paris smiled.
Cole glared at her "Testing?"
"Yes." She replied.
"How?" he asked her, giving the death glare to Neal.
"His." Paris searched for the word ".pulse."
"Pulse?" Cole raised his eyebrows.
"Yup." Paris turned and walked toward the door. "Have a good day." She said to her father, then turned to look at Neal and waved.
Neal unknowingly caught his hand in a wave, and quickly put his hand done.
Cole glared at Neal, who shimmered out of the room.
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Neal was in his quarters, and dressed into his training outfit. He had his pants on, and his shirt was off when a familiar figure shimmered in the room and sat down on his bed.
"Paris?!" He asked in shock. ^^What is she doing here?^^
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
"You-" Neal was cut off by his roommate Matt bursting through the room. When Matt saw the girl he suddenly bent down onto his knees. Matt had dark brown hair and a muscular frame, rather quite attractive. But she preferred Neal. But her mood was still not exactly good at the moment. She walked over to the boy who was bent down in a knee. She crouched down and examined him.
"Who are you?" She moved his head to face hers by pulling his hair.
"Matt, your grace." He replied she could tell that he was a rebel just by the tone he greeted her in.
"Well." She pulled him to his feet. "Why are you late?"
"For what?" he was suddenly confused.
"My request." She stated. "Do you know who I am?"
He nodded.
"Then you know that you should do exactly what I say." She told him.
"What would you like me to do?" He had seen her a few times but never met her. All of the trainees spoke of her, and how beautiful she was.
"Leave, and tell the headmaster that Neal is in a meeting with the Source's daughter." She told him.
He nodded, and looked at Neal and smiled at him. His smile said great- catch, and with that he left the room.
"You almost had me killed." Neal told her, as he put a shirt on.
"Was it worth it?" She asked "Truthfully now." She had become her usual self.
He smiled "Yes."
"Good." She said pleased. "So." She hadn't really thought of what to say.
"Are you always like this?" He wanted to know why she was here.
"Like what?" she was a little confused.
"Seductive one minute then innocent the next." He told her.
"It happens." She blushed.
"I guess that's the price for being half charmed one." He replied.
She didn't like the way he said charmed one. "Is there something wrong with the charmed ones?"
"What I meant was part good and part evil." He stated not wanting her to throw a energy ball at him.
"Yeah." She sighed.
"So why are you here?" He questioned her.
"I don't know." She blushed.
"Now you're not as confident as before." He said; he wasn't sure which side he liked best.
"Would you like me to be the girl you met earlier?" She asked him arching an eyebrow.
"I don't care, either ones fine." And that was the truth.
"Good, ummm.I better be going." She replied.
"See you later then, at your father's office." He said with a sly smile.
"Don't count on me setting foot in there, unless I'm fighting." She told him matter of factly.
"Then I will have to find you." He said.
"If you can." She winked and then shimmered out of his room.
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"PARIS!" Phoebe yelled as she saw her daughter shimmer into the kitchen. It was five in the evening and her daughter hadn't returned home.
"Hi mom." She smiled and head up the stairs.
"Stop right there!" Piper called.
Paris turned and faced them, her aunts, mother and uncle where standing at the bottom of the stairwell, staring at her.
"Yes?" She asked innocently.
"Where have you been?" Leo asked her concern in his voice.
"You know that law firm that I was going to today?" She asked them.
They nodded.
"Well, it turns out that Dad owns it, and we went out to lunch, and I played with the mind of one of his henchmen." She told them.
"WHAT?!" Paige yelled. "Cole! He is working at the law firm?"
Paris nodded.
"What do you mean played?" Leo asked.
"Ahh, I." She tried to find an answer. "Just kinda got him into trouble."
"Oh." Leo replied.
"What did your dad want?" Phoebe asked.
"Nothing actually, don't worry I don't think he has anything planned." She reassured her.
"Okay, but next time if you're late please tell us where you are headed." Phoebe told her.
"Deal." She smiled, and headed back up the stairs and into her room.
--------Please review. ~Alana-----