Disclaimer: OK, I'm over here, wondering what the point of this is but I figure...hey, its a traditions so here goes: I don't own Charmed. *Waits for the applause* Alright, so that wasn't real flashy and I didn't use big words, but the least you could do is pretend to be happy....
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: Hey twin! S'ok about the review thing, I really was jsut joking. You don't gotsta review, cuz you already do so much for me. *my muse!* Thanks for doing it anyway, though, it is DOULBLY aprecciated!!! (6)(6) You don't know, I could switch it up on you! Yes, I could!! hehehehe!!
Wotcha: Oh my GOSH! *is in shock* three chapters in a row! Yeah, I try to update every day. It tends to make my reviewers happier. lol. Thank you soooo much for being such a great reviewer!
Charmed Fanatic: really? Does the dialogue work that well? Aw, thanks!!! I am sooo glad you are such a loyal reviewer! Thanks sooo much!
Daisy: *cackles* Yes he is one evilllll dude alright! Go ahead, take a swing at him! It isn't like he'll crawl out of your screen or anything....WE HOPE! *looks behind her "just in case"*
HalliwellGirls: Yep, darklight shot her, Naruk is holding her, and Piper is in a plane of Hell for suicide cases. Fun fun...Thanks a MILLION for reading Killing Memory's Thief!!! choose green? green is DEATH! *laughs at this* maybe, maybe not...*smirks*
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Even as another fiery jolt of pain burned through her, Paige forced herself to concentrate. Naruk had told her what he was doing, and the only way she had a chance to survive was if she somehow activated that link, that bond Piper had been so adamant about before she had...before she went away. She remembered Piper telling her not to try so hard, but the only way she was going to get through to Prue was by focusing every bit of energy she had on the love, the respect, the admiration, and the substance of their relationship. She braced herself as the pain subsided, certain it would return within moments. She wasn't disappointed. Drawing all of her determination together, she used the pain as a kickstart for the energy she needed. Her thoughts were completely concentrated on her older sister. Something was blocking her, she felt it and it caused panic to rise in her mind, battling for control of her emotions.
Red or green? How was she expected to make this decision? By flipping a damn coin? Frustrated with herself, Prue paced the length of the living room wracking her brain for some fool proof way of choosing which potion to give her sister. She didn't have much time, Paige couldn't survive a darklighter's arrow forever. Prue focused her mind on her younger sister, struggling to make a connection. Doubts seeped into her mind every time she had almost made a decision. Red or green?
"Damnit," she whispered fiercely, "How am I supposed to choose? Why am I the one to decide whether my sister lives or dies?"
"No, Phoebe, open your eyes. Look at me, don't you dare die on me! Phoebe!!!," Piper screamed, shaking the lifeless form of her sister. She had been given another chance and she had FAILED. "Please, sweetie, don't let go. I need you," she sobbed, pulling Phoebe's body into her arms. Why? After everything, why did she have to go through this again? Why was she being forced to relive every past hurt? As the firm figure faded, Piper dropped her arms and wept. What next? She looked up through the tears and saw a child not more than five or six advancing towards her.
"Hello, mother," the boy spat in a tone much to old for the small body. Piper gaped at him, searching for words. She shook her head slowly.
"No, I don't have a child. I don't know who you are," she denied hurriedly. He took another step towards her, his eyes a mixture of sadness and hate.
"Why did you do it? I didn't have to die. If you had only taken better care of yourself, of ME I wouldn't be here. You killed me," he accused coldly. Piper backed away from him as he stepped even closer.
"No..I..I didn't know I was pregnant. I swear, I didn't know," she told him, her voice pleading. The boy laughed, a short, harsh sound that spoke of hurt and rejection.
"Liar. Didn't you want me?," he demanded, softening a little as a tear trickled down his cheek. "DIDN'T YOU?" Piper stared at him. Of course, she wanted to scream, but her throat constricted and she could do little more than cry.
It wasn't going to work and she needed to resign herself to the fact that she might die. She groaned as pain tingled through her arms and legs. The pain was most intense in her side, where the arrow had hit. She was so weak, so very very weak. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sighing, she gathered the last of her energy, knowing this was the last time she would be conscious enough to try, and focused her attention on a mental image of Prue. Her sister, her protector. She thought about the first time she'd met her, how safe she had felt. Right from the beginning. She thought about how hard Prue had fought for them in the witch prison. Her mind turned to the hospital, when she had been diagnosed. She allowed the bad memories in as well, anything to help her open the channel between them. Ramming into the mental block over and over again, Paige concentrated purely on the love she felt when she thought of Prue. Her will was weakening. It wouldn't be long before she would have to give up and leave her fate in the hands of Prue. Oddly, she only felt peace. If anyone would save her, it would be her older sister.
"What do I do?," Prue asked whoever would listen. She waited for a few moments for an answer. Foolishly, she expected someone to advise her, to magically come and resolve the problem for her. No one came. She should have known. Her thoughts ran through her mind in circles. Red or green? Life or death? Think. Staring down at the vials in her hands, Prue tried to find her instincts, that inner voice that always told her what she should do. It had never failed her before, so where was it now? She had to decide. Now. There was no more time. Unsure of where she was getting the sense of urgency, Prue fixed her attention on the vial of red solution. This one.
"Naruk!," she yelled. He appeared, smiling in a way that infuriated her.
"You have made your decision?," he asked, staring at her intently.
"Yes, take me to her," Prue responded, looking at him through narrowed eyes. He nodded and held out his hand, which she hesitantly took. Prue looked around the room she was in for Paige. "Where is she?," she demanded impatiently, dropping into a protective stance. This had better not be a trap.
"First destroy the potion you aren't going to use," he told her. He had to be sure they wouldn't trick him, didn't he? Prue quickly dropped the green potion, watching him for a reaction. None.
"Very well, now follow me," he beckoned and led her into an adjoining room. Paige was writhing on the floor, pale and sweating, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Oh my god," Prue whispered rushing to her side. "Here, drink this. It will make you better." Prue didn't bother to add an 'I hope' to her sentence. If Paige died, she didn't want it to be terrified. Paige lifted her head and let Prue pour the liquid into her mouth. The relief wasn't instant, but spread in warm, soothing rivers throughout her whole body until finally she could breathe normally and relax.
"You did it Prue," Paige said, smiling softly. Prue embraced her tightly. She had very nearly lost another sister. Silently, Paige pondered what had happened to break through the resistance between them. Desperation? Persistance? Regardless of the reason, she knew that their link had saved her life.
"I love you," Prue told her, "I love you."
AN: Hey, people! Thanks for reading!
Starring Piper: Hey twin! S'ok about the review thing, I really was jsut joking. You don't gotsta review, cuz you already do so much for me. *my muse!* Thanks for doing it anyway, though, it is DOULBLY aprecciated!!! (6)(6) You don't know, I could switch it up on you! Yes, I could!! hehehehe!!
Wotcha: Oh my GOSH! *is in shock* three chapters in a row! Yeah, I try to update every day. It tends to make my reviewers happier. lol. Thank you soooo much for being such a great reviewer!
Charmed Fanatic: really? Does the dialogue work that well? Aw, thanks!!! I am sooo glad you are such a loyal reviewer! Thanks sooo much!
Daisy: *cackles* Yes he is one evilllll dude alright! Go ahead, take a swing at him! It isn't like he'll crawl out of your screen or anything....WE HOPE! *looks behind her "just in case"*
HalliwellGirls: Yep, darklight shot her, Naruk is holding her, and Piper is in a plane of Hell for suicide cases. Fun fun...Thanks a MILLION for reading Killing Memory's Thief!!! choose green? green is DEATH! *laughs at this* maybe, maybe not...*smirks*
Kristen's Paige: Here is your honorary spot. I know you are out of town. But you get an AN anyway!!
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Even as another fiery jolt of pain burned through her, Paige forced herself to concentrate. Naruk had told her what he was doing, and the only way she had a chance to survive was if she somehow activated that link, that bond Piper had been so adamant about before she had...before she went away. She remembered Piper telling her not to try so hard, but the only way she was going to get through to Prue was by focusing every bit of energy she had on the love, the respect, the admiration, and the substance of their relationship. She braced herself as the pain subsided, certain it would return within moments. She wasn't disappointed. Drawing all of her determination together, she used the pain as a kickstart for the energy she needed. Her thoughts were completely concentrated on her older sister. Something was blocking her, she felt it and it caused panic to rise in her mind, battling for control of her emotions.
Red or green? How was she expected to make this decision? By flipping a damn coin? Frustrated with herself, Prue paced the length of the living room wracking her brain for some fool proof way of choosing which potion to give her sister. She didn't have much time, Paige couldn't survive a darklighter's arrow forever. Prue focused her mind on her younger sister, struggling to make a connection. Doubts seeped into her mind every time she had almost made a decision. Red or green?
"Damnit," she whispered fiercely, "How am I supposed to choose? Why am I the one to decide whether my sister lives or dies?"
"No, Phoebe, open your eyes. Look at me, don't you dare die on me! Phoebe!!!," Piper screamed, shaking the lifeless form of her sister. She had been given another chance and she had FAILED. "Please, sweetie, don't let go. I need you," she sobbed, pulling Phoebe's body into her arms. Why? After everything, why did she have to go through this again? Why was she being forced to relive every past hurt? As the firm figure faded, Piper dropped her arms and wept. What next? She looked up through the tears and saw a child not more than five or six advancing towards her.
"Hello, mother," the boy spat in a tone much to old for the small body. Piper gaped at him, searching for words. She shook her head slowly.
"No, I don't have a child. I don't know who you are," she denied hurriedly. He took another step towards her, his eyes a mixture of sadness and hate.
"Why did you do it? I didn't have to die. If you had only taken better care of yourself, of ME I wouldn't be here. You killed me," he accused coldly. Piper backed away from him as he stepped even closer.
"No..I..I didn't know I was pregnant. I swear, I didn't know," she told him, her voice pleading. The boy laughed, a short, harsh sound that spoke of hurt and rejection.
"Liar. Didn't you want me?," he demanded, softening a little as a tear trickled down his cheek. "DIDN'T YOU?" Piper stared at him. Of course, she wanted to scream, but her throat constricted and she could do little more than cry.
It wasn't going to work and she needed to resign herself to the fact that she might die. She groaned as pain tingled through her arms and legs. The pain was most intense in her side, where the arrow had hit. She was so weak, so very very weak. All she wanted to do was sleep. Sighing, she gathered the last of her energy, knowing this was the last time she would be conscious enough to try, and focused her attention on a mental image of Prue. Her sister, her protector. She thought about the first time she'd met her, how safe she had felt. Right from the beginning. She thought about how hard Prue had fought for them in the witch prison. Her mind turned to the hospital, when she had been diagnosed. She allowed the bad memories in as well, anything to help her open the channel between them. Ramming into the mental block over and over again, Paige concentrated purely on the love she felt when she thought of Prue. Her will was weakening. It wouldn't be long before she would have to give up and leave her fate in the hands of Prue. Oddly, she only felt peace. If anyone would save her, it would be her older sister.
"What do I do?," Prue asked whoever would listen. She waited for a few moments for an answer. Foolishly, she expected someone to advise her, to magically come and resolve the problem for her. No one came. She should have known. Her thoughts ran through her mind in circles. Red or green? Life or death? Think. Staring down at the vials in her hands, Prue tried to find her instincts, that inner voice that always told her what she should do. It had never failed her before, so where was it now? She had to decide. Now. There was no more time. Unsure of where she was getting the sense of urgency, Prue fixed her attention on the vial of red solution. This one.
"Naruk!," she yelled. He appeared, smiling in a way that infuriated her.
"You have made your decision?," he asked, staring at her intently.
"Yes, take me to her," Prue responded, looking at him through narrowed eyes. He nodded and held out his hand, which she hesitantly took. Prue looked around the room she was in for Paige. "Where is she?," she demanded impatiently, dropping into a protective stance. This had better not be a trap.
"First destroy the potion you aren't going to use," he told her. He had to be sure they wouldn't trick him, didn't he? Prue quickly dropped the green potion, watching him for a reaction. None.
"Very well, now follow me," he beckoned and led her into an adjoining room. Paige was writhing on the floor, pale and sweating, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Oh my god," Prue whispered rushing to her side. "Here, drink this. It will make you better." Prue didn't bother to add an 'I hope' to her sentence. If Paige died, she didn't want it to be terrified. Paige lifted her head and let Prue pour the liquid into her mouth. The relief wasn't instant, but spread in warm, soothing rivers throughout her whole body until finally she could breathe normally and relax.
"You did it Prue," Paige said, smiling softly. Prue embraced her tightly. She had very nearly lost another sister. Silently, Paige pondered what had happened to break through the resistance between them. Desperation? Persistance? Regardless of the reason, she knew that their link had saved her life.
"I love you," Prue told her, "I love you."