From All Sides
Visionaries
Chapter III
Rachel, Sam, and Phoebe relaxed in a daisy filled field starring at the beautiful blue sky. Rare and colorful birds and butterflies danced all around them. "I have to hand it to you Professor Phoebe, this is definitely a great way to expand our visionary capabilities," Rachel remarked. Sam smiled. "It sure beats the heck out of envisioning dead bodies. Plus this environment also wins hands down over a stifling lecture hall."
Phoebe gratefully accepted their compliments. "I had a feeling this field trip would meet with your approval," she said with a mischievous wink. Her new friends who had also turned out to be her long lost cousins, Sam on her Mom's side and Rachel on her Dad's side, groaned at her pun. "Sorry I couldn't resist that one." "You know what I think?" Rachel asked. Phoebe shook her head in puzzlement. "You've been spending too much time around your new brother-in-law John. His sense of humor is starting to rub off." "Nah, dirty limericks are more John's style than bad puns," Sam offered. "Now that the subject of John has been introduced, I want to let you know Phoebe how happy we all are that he's got the family he has always needed and deserved. I mean he's had us in his corner all along but now that he's found Prue, Cole, and the rest of you, I think he is finally developing a deep sense of trust and security."
"We are equally lucky to have him. John has the amazing ability to reign in Prue when she's stampeding through the streets without squelching her spirits. It is also fun to watch him and Cole together. Seeing Cole learn the ins and outs of sibling hood is so endearing. I just wish... Phoebe's voice trailed off and a sad look came into her eyes.
"You're thinking about what they would have been like as little boys growing up together if only they'd gotten that chance aren't you?" Rachel asked. "Yeah! How did you know? I thought you said you weren't psychic," Phoebe replied. "I'm not. I'm a visionary like you are but I can't really read people's thoughts. It is just my experience as a profiler helps me to make pretty good guesses."
Phoebe sat up. "I think of all they missed out on together like being dressed in identical sailor suits. Playing tricks on their family, friends, and teachers by pretending to be one another, and cruising down their local main street in a hot red convertible getting alternating admiring and jealous glances from the girls and other guys. She shook her head. "What happened to them was just so unjust. I mean instead of getting to experience things like that Cole spent his childhood being literally tortured by a monstrous creature and John didn't fair much better."
Sam sat up beside her friend. "There is no doubt that fairness had nothing to do with what happened to the twins. I also know that the knowledge that things happen for a reason may be cold comfort but it is often true.
I mean if Cole hadn't have been kidnapped by the demon when he was a baby you two might have missed meeting one another in this lifetime. The same could be said of John and Prue. I mean if John had an ideal childhood maybe he might not have devoted his life to law enforcement and wouldn't have had a reason to come and rescue me, thus maybe never meeting Prue.
Who can say? I don't think even Zeus himself could say for sure. At any rate looking longingly at the past to what might have been is like trying to peddle a bicycle backwards. It's pointless. It is why our visions are almost always present and future based because at least we have a chance of still changing them."
"Hey who is supposed to be teaching who?" Phoebe teased. "I think it is a joint effort," Rachel chimed in. "We are all learning from each other." She picked up a dandelion gone to seed and blew it into the wind. "Amen," Sam laughed. "Now I think we should be getting back to the office Rachel or we will be learning what Bailey's boiling point is."
"Would you mind if I come with you?" Phoebe asked. I've been fascinated with forensic psychology ever since I took some courses on it in college. I even wrote an article on it and was hoping to sell it to a magazine before all this happened. I'd love to see the two of you in action at your jobs if that is okay with you both. "Sure, we'd love to have you with us," Sam assured her. "I agree but I have a condition," Rachel said. "We get to come and watch you demon fighters do your stuff sometime." Phoebe readily agreed. "Just remember we warned you about Bailey's bad mood in advance," Sam teased.
Rachel and Sam gathered up their notebooks and stood. Phoebe touched the ground to push herself up and then her whole body stiffened. Her eyes closed and she fell backwards. Her mind filled with images of a man and a woman dressed in black with masks over their face. They were herding a separate female figure out of a cell like structure. There was no doubt in her mind who that figure was.
Her cousins raced to her side and helped her up. "Phoebe are you alright?" Sam asked worriedly. "What did you see?" Rachel queried. Guessing correctly that Phoebe had experienced a premonition. A demon after an innocent?"
"No! I saw two masked figures helping a prisoner escape. What's worse is that the prisoner was Paige. Sam knelt down and put a supporting hand on Phoebe's back, as she stood. "Come on. Let's go back and alert the others."
Visionaries
Chapter III
Rachel, Sam, and Phoebe relaxed in a daisy filled field starring at the beautiful blue sky. Rare and colorful birds and butterflies danced all around them. "I have to hand it to you Professor Phoebe, this is definitely a great way to expand our visionary capabilities," Rachel remarked. Sam smiled. "It sure beats the heck out of envisioning dead bodies. Plus this environment also wins hands down over a stifling lecture hall."
Phoebe gratefully accepted their compliments. "I had a feeling this field trip would meet with your approval," she said with a mischievous wink. Her new friends who had also turned out to be her long lost cousins, Sam on her Mom's side and Rachel on her Dad's side, groaned at her pun. "Sorry I couldn't resist that one." "You know what I think?" Rachel asked. Phoebe shook her head in puzzlement. "You've been spending too much time around your new brother-in-law John. His sense of humor is starting to rub off." "Nah, dirty limericks are more John's style than bad puns," Sam offered. "Now that the subject of John has been introduced, I want to let you know Phoebe how happy we all are that he's got the family he has always needed and deserved. I mean he's had us in his corner all along but now that he's found Prue, Cole, and the rest of you, I think he is finally developing a deep sense of trust and security."
"We are equally lucky to have him. John has the amazing ability to reign in Prue when she's stampeding through the streets without squelching her spirits. It is also fun to watch him and Cole together. Seeing Cole learn the ins and outs of sibling hood is so endearing. I just wish... Phoebe's voice trailed off and a sad look came into her eyes.
"You're thinking about what they would have been like as little boys growing up together if only they'd gotten that chance aren't you?" Rachel asked. "Yeah! How did you know? I thought you said you weren't psychic," Phoebe replied. "I'm not. I'm a visionary like you are but I can't really read people's thoughts. It is just my experience as a profiler helps me to make pretty good guesses."
Phoebe sat up. "I think of all they missed out on together like being dressed in identical sailor suits. Playing tricks on their family, friends, and teachers by pretending to be one another, and cruising down their local main street in a hot red convertible getting alternating admiring and jealous glances from the girls and other guys. She shook her head. "What happened to them was just so unjust. I mean instead of getting to experience things like that Cole spent his childhood being literally tortured by a monstrous creature and John didn't fair much better."
Sam sat up beside her friend. "There is no doubt that fairness had nothing to do with what happened to the twins. I also know that the knowledge that things happen for a reason may be cold comfort but it is often true.
I mean if Cole hadn't have been kidnapped by the demon when he was a baby you two might have missed meeting one another in this lifetime. The same could be said of John and Prue. I mean if John had an ideal childhood maybe he might not have devoted his life to law enforcement and wouldn't have had a reason to come and rescue me, thus maybe never meeting Prue.
Who can say? I don't think even Zeus himself could say for sure. At any rate looking longingly at the past to what might have been is like trying to peddle a bicycle backwards. It's pointless. It is why our visions are almost always present and future based because at least we have a chance of still changing them."
"Hey who is supposed to be teaching who?" Phoebe teased. "I think it is a joint effort," Rachel chimed in. "We are all learning from each other." She picked up a dandelion gone to seed and blew it into the wind. "Amen," Sam laughed. "Now I think we should be getting back to the office Rachel or we will be learning what Bailey's boiling point is."
"Would you mind if I come with you?" Phoebe asked. I've been fascinated with forensic psychology ever since I took some courses on it in college. I even wrote an article on it and was hoping to sell it to a magazine before all this happened. I'd love to see the two of you in action at your jobs if that is okay with you both. "Sure, we'd love to have you with us," Sam assured her. "I agree but I have a condition," Rachel said. "We get to come and watch you demon fighters do your stuff sometime." Phoebe readily agreed. "Just remember we warned you about Bailey's bad mood in advance," Sam teased.
Rachel and Sam gathered up their notebooks and stood. Phoebe touched the ground to push herself up and then her whole body stiffened. Her eyes closed and she fell backwards. Her mind filled with images of a man and a woman dressed in black with masks over their face. They were herding a separate female figure out of a cell like structure. There was no doubt in her mind who that figure was.
Her cousins raced to her side and helped her up. "Phoebe are you alright?" Sam asked worriedly. "What did you see?" Rachel queried. Guessing correctly that Phoebe had experienced a premonition. A demon after an innocent?"
"No! I saw two masked figures helping a prisoner escape. What's worse is that the prisoner was Paige. Sam knelt down and put a supporting hand on Phoebe's back, as she stood. "Come on. Let's go back and alert the others."
