Love Triumphant
A Lesson On Ghosts For Grant
Chapter XII
Prue glanced around the park. It was breathtakingly beautiful as usual with flowers and a variety of herbs growing everywhere. The sound of children giggling also sounded like music to her ears. There was no doubt Olympus was impressive but earth would always be home in her heart. It was good to be back even if it was for a working visit. She breathed deeply and smelled the fragrant breeze.
Her respite was brief, however, for Phoebe, Cole, Darryl, John, and Angel entered the park. "Here they come," Prue called to Piper and Leo, who had taken advantage of the short interval to get in a little good old- fashioned necking. Prue laughed as her sister tried to pick twigs out of her hair and straighten her skewed shirt.
Darryl smiled hesitantly at Prue as he approached. "It is you, but how? Never mind you don't have to answer. I guess some things you just accept on faith. It is just great to see you again." He hugged her. "So how is Andy?" "Is he with you?" Prue lowered her head. She wasn't sure how to gracefully tell Darryl that his former partner had broken her heart when he chose not to join her in her new incarnation.
"Andy is doing wonderfully. He is happy and safe. It's just our new paths didn't diverge as I'd hoped; Prue said softly blinking the tears out her eyes. "I'm sorry Prue. I really am," Darryl answered sincerely. It is all right Darryl; the fates sometimes work in mysterious ways. And speaking of mysterious ways we have a case to solve so let's get down to business."
John interrupted. "I for one would really appreciate getting on with business, if you don't mind. I'd also like to know just who the heck you are?" he asked stepping up to Prue. At any other time she would have thought his behavior rude but she could read his concern for his friend in his eyes so she let it pass.
"These are Phoebe's sisters Prue and Piper and Piper's husband Leo," Cole offered. Piper, Prue, and Leo meet my brother John and his friend, Angel Brown. Everyone exchanged handshakes and then they moved to sit on some towels Piper had laid on the ground. She had been quite surprised when she said she wished she had some and then Harry had appeared with them. Prue had just laughed and told her sister she better get used to such occurrences.
When they were all seated, Prue asked Cole if he wanted to explain or whether she should do it. He deferred to her saying she had more experience breaking the news about who and what they were and what their mission was. Prue nodded reluctantly. She knew Cole was right and normally she liked taking the lead. It was simply that she sensed Mr. Grant was going to be a hard sell. He looked like a man who had seen too much suffering and horror, too few miracles, and not enough joy. Given his profession it wasn't surprising but Prue knew his father played no small part in his son's ongoing pain.
Prue knew revenge wasn't the answer for anything but she once again truly hoped the man who'd sired Cole and John was paying for all the suffering his sons had endured as a result of his cruelty and selfishness.
"We are still trying to locate exactly where your friend has been taken, but we do know who her kidnapper is," Prue came right out and said. She figured it was like pulling off a Band-Aid. She'd always preferred to get the painful part over with as quick as possible. "It's the man you knew as the Jack of All Trades." John jumped to his feet angrily. "What the hell are you people trying to pull?"
He didn't let them answer. Instead he continued on with his tirade. "Who ever you are you evidently don't do your research very well because the Jack of All Trades is dead. Sam shot him. At any rate it doesn't matter. I'm through screwing around with you people. I've still got contacts in the FBI and I'm going to have all of you investigated. Morris, I'll have your badge and Justice Department or not, brother or not, I will do the same to you Turner. If Sam is injured because you are playing head games with me, you will pay I promise.
John was about to storm off and Piper was about to freeze him but Prue shook her head. She tried diplomacy instead. "Believe me Mr. Grant, I know how stressed and confused you must be feeling right now. Not to mention how frightened you must be for your friend. And we don't mean to add to any of it. We only want to help and whether you realize it or not you are going to need our help. There's no easy way to break this to you but Dr. Waters is a prisoner of Jack's ghost. Believe me despite all your considerable skills and training you are not going to be able to deal with that on your own. You need our experience in dealing with the supernatural."
"Oh my God," Angel cried out. "I knew it had to be something supernatural. It was the only explanation for the way Sam just disappeared into that black smoke. Poor Sam we need to get to her John. Please listen to them." "Listen to them? Are you listening to yourself Angel? Remember we are in San Francisco. The place is full of loons and we've obviously run across a cult of them."
"Come on let's get out of here," he instructed Angel. She shook her head. Prue stepped forward and placed a hand softly against his arm. Trying to draw his anger however righteous from him. She felt a surge of emotion but it wasn't simply anger. It was a mixture of a number of feelings she couldn't quite separate to identify. It was almost like being an empath all over again. Prue didn't have time to sort it out, however, because if she delayed any further she risked the chance of John rejecting their help permanently.
"If I can prove to you that the supernatural exists then will give us a chance to tell you how we can help both you and your friend?" You've got sixty seconds and the clock starts now," he informed her. He was one tough cookie, Prue thought. "Okay sisters and brothers we need to show him our stuff and make let's make it impressive shall we."
A Lesson On Ghosts For Grant
Chapter XII
Prue glanced around the park. It was breathtakingly beautiful as usual with flowers and a variety of herbs growing everywhere. The sound of children giggling also sounded like music to her ears. There was no doubt Olympus was impressive but earth would always be home in her heart. It was good to be back even if it was for a working visit. She breathed deeply and smelled the fragrant breeze.
Her respite was brief, however, for Phoebe, Cole, Darryl, John, and Angel entered the park. "Here they come," Prue called to Piper and Leo, who had taken advantage of the short interval to get in a little good old- fashioned necking. Prue laughed as her sister tried to pick twigs out of her hair and straighten her skewed shirt.
Darryl smiled hesitantly at Prue as he approached. "It is you, but how? Never mind you don't have to answer. I guess some things you just accept on faith. It is just great to see you again." He hugged her. "So how is Andy?" "Is he with you?" Prue lowered her head. She wasn't sure how to gracefully tell Darryl that his former partner had broken her heart when he chose not to join her in her new incarnation.
"Andy is doing wonderfully. He is happy and safe. It's just our new paths didn't diverge as I'd hoped; Prue said softly blinking the tears out her eyes. "I'm sorry Prue. I really am," Darryl answered sincerely. It is all right Darryl; the fates sometimes work in mysterious ways. And speaking of mysterious ways we have a case to solve so let's get down to business."
John interrupted. "I for one would really appreciate getting on with business, if you don't mind. I'd also like to know just who the heck you are?" he asked stepping up to Prue. At any other time she would have thought his behavior rude but she could read his concern for his friend in his eyes so she let it pass.
"These are Phoebe's sisters Prue and Piper and Piper's husband Leo," Cole offered. Piper, Prue, and Leo meet my brother John and his friend, Angel Brown. Everyone exchanged handshakes and then they moved to sit on some towels Piper had laid on the ground. She had been quite surprised when she said she wished she had some and then Harry had appeared with them. Prue had just laughed and told her sister she better get used to such occurrences.
When they were all seated, Prue asked Cole if he wanted to explain or whether she should do it. He deferred to her saying she had more experience breaking the news about who and what they were and what their mission was. Prue nodded reluctantly. She knew Cole was right and normally she liked taking the lead. It was simply that she sensed Mr. Grant was going to be a hard sell. He looked like a man who had seen too much suffering and horror, too few miracles, and not enough joy. Given his profession it wasn't surprising but Prue knew his father played no small part in his son's ongoing pain.
Prue knew revenge wasn't the answer for anything but she once again truly hoped the man who'd sired Cole and John was paying for all the suffering his sons had endured as a result of his cruelty and selfishness.
"We are still trying to locate exactly where your friend has been taken, but we do know who her kidnapper is," Prue came right out and said. She figured it was like pulling off a Band-Aid. She'd always preferred to get the painful part over with as quick as possible. "It's the man you knew as the Jack of All Trades." John jumped to his feet angrily. "What the hell are you people trying to pull?"
He didn't let them answer. Instead he continued on with his tirade. "Who ever you are you evidently don't do your research very well because the Jack of All Trades is dead. Sam shot him. At any rate it doesn't matter. I'm through screwing around with you people. I've still got contacts in the FBI and I'm going to have all of you investigated. Morris, I'll have your badge and Justice Department or not, brother or not, I will do the same to you Turner. If Sam is injured because you are playing head games with me, you will pay I promise.
John was about to storm off and Piper was about to freeze him but Prue shook her head. She tried diplomacy instead. "Believe me Mr. Grant, I know how stressed and confused you must be feeling right now. Not to mention how frightened you must be for your friend. And we don't mean to add to any of it. We only want to help and whether you realize it or not you are going to need our help. There's no easy way to break this to you but Dr. Waters is a prisoner of Jack's ghost. Believe me despite all your considerable skills and training you are not going to be able to deal with that on your own. You need our experience in dealing with the supernatural."
"Oh my God," Angel cried out. "I knew it had to be something supernatural. It was the only explanation for the way Sam just disappeared into that black smoke. Poor Sam we need to get to her John. Please listen to them." "Listen to them? Are you listening to yourself Angel? Remember we are in San Francisco. The place is full of loons and we've obviously run across a cult of them."
"Come on let's get out of here," he instructed Angel. She shook her head. Prue stepped forward and placed a hand softly against his arm. Trying to draw his anger however righteous from him. She felt a surge of emotion but it wasn't simply anger. It was a mixture of a number of feelings she couldn't quite separate to identify. It was almost like being an empath all over again. Prue didn't have time to sort it out, however, because if she delayed any further she risked the chance of John rejecting their help permanently.
"If I can prove to you that the supernatural exists then will give us a chance to tell you how we can help both you and your friend?" You've got sixty seconds and the clock starts now," he informed her. He was one tough cookie, Prue thought. "Okay sisters and brothers we need to show him our stuff and make let's make it impressive shall we."