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: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
Starring Piper: I know you know what's going to happen, pretty much, but I hope you like it anywayz. about Piper...read on, even though you pretty much know....
wAnNaBpIpEr: depressing...hmmm, not what I would call this,exactly. Maybe you'd prefer to judge? Well, thanks for reviewing. Congrats on being the first to review chapter 12!
sara: lol, you guessed it! longer chapters is my goal right now so hopefully you'll get your wish.
Charmed Fantic: !!! welcome back!!! I'm glad you've still been enjoying the chapters. As for Naruk being evil, he is only evil because of his creator. ME! lol. I'm sick, twisted, and above all else, totally cruel! (6)(6) Thanks for your review!
Lara-Beth: thanks for the flowers!!!!!! Moon: you're one of the best reviewers! Lara-Beth: you are two!!! Love y'alls reviews! Keep reading!!!!
Falcon!!!!! AHHH! You reviewed! *is special* YAY! Glad you are still reading and enjoying! Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!
Kristen's Paige: sis, you and your reviews. *Shakes head* love ya, thanks for reviewing.
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!
Piper smiled, amused, at her son as he carried his glass of milk to the kitchent table, both hand clutching tightly at the glass, feet moving in a slow shuffle, desperately trying not to spill a drop and make a mess. Finally, he reached the table and carefully set the milk down, turning to smile at his mother. Her smile widened and she nodded in a approval. Parker faced the table and the glass that was now rapidly descending towards the floor. Immediately, he threw his hands up, freezing the glass and its contents.
"Aunt Prue," he complained in frustration, whipping around to glare at his aunt, who sat jsut to his right.
"Good reflexes, little man!," she lauded, "That can be your test for the day." Parker sighed, still slightly annoyed. Prue carefully used her powers to bring the glass back to its previous position, then reached over to ruffle his hair.
"That's it for today then?," he asked, excitement tinging his voice. Prue grinned at his enthusiasm.
"From me," she promised. It was custom for him to face tests each day from his family as a way of practicing his sometimes uncontrollable powers. Parker was sick of the daily excersizes and tried to get out of it as much as possible. That was why such an easy task made him so happy. Now he could play without worrying about Prue. She was always the hardest to beat.
Piper smiled warmly as she watched their exchange. She was so lucky. Her family was wonderful and Parker was growing up in a loving environment. She couldn't ask for more. Everything was perfect in her life.
"Hey beautiful," a voice whispered, arms reaching around to encircle Piper waist. Piper whirled around and planted a tender kiss on her husband's lips.
"Hey yourself," she whispered back, leaning her cheek on his chest. Leo kissed her lightly on the head then pulled away to walk towards his son.
"Morning big guy," he greeted, grinning proudly at his child. Parker glanced up from his scrambled eggs and smiled.
"Morning Daddy! Guess what? Aunt Prue already tested me today and I beat her!," he announced, his features and tone suggesting that he'd accomplished more than he had in reality. Leo let his eyes grow wide in mock amazement.
"Wow. Before long, you're going to be beating us all kid," he told him, eliciting a laugh from his son.
"Well, maybe not two soon," he corrected. Leo couldn't help but laugh. Piper walked over to the table and kneeled to face Parker.
"What do you say about going upstairs and helping me wake up your Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe?," she asked. Parker's face lit up and he hopped down from the chair. He grabbed Piper's hand and looked up, a question gleaming in his eye. At Piper's agreeing nod, Parker carried them from the room in a flash of blue lights.
"Aunt Phoebe, it's time to get up," he called, pouncing on her bed. Phoebe carefully held herself still until he got close enough to grab.
"Parker Matthew Wyatt, you little sneak," she accused playfully, laughing and tickling her nephew, who groaned at the use of both his middle names, then gave in to the giggles fighting their way out.
"That's enough," he gasped through his laughter, managing to escape his aunt. Phoebe let him get away and got out of bed. A movement from the door had both Piper and Phoebe stepping in from of Parker protectively.
"Morning to you two!," Paige grumbled good-naturedly. Piper and Phoebe both relaxed and smiled at their younger sister.
"Morning," they greeted in unison. Paige smiled back and looked down at her nephew, who grinned and rushed to hug her.
"Good Morning, Aunt Paige, guess what happened this morning. Aunt Prue gave me a really easy test and said that was it for today from her. I beat it, it was sooo easy. Do you think you can go easy on me two?," he asked, stumbling over is words in his haste to tell her all about his day.
"We'll see," she told him, stoopin to kiss his forehead. Parker smiled and turned to look at his mother.
"I'm gonna go finish my eggs," he said then scrambled from the room, followed by the rest of them.
Piper was the last on into the kitchen, a pleasant expression still on her face. She was the only live one in the kitchen, and the pleasant look fled fast. Parker stood, facing her with hollow holes for eyes. His skin, a bluish grey color, was sliding in fleshy chunks off of his cheeks. Piper felt bile rising in the back of her throat. What was wrong with her beautiful little boy? She blinked rapidly, willing her eyes to be playing tricks on her. They weren't. Parker walked closer to her, a hand reaching out to her as if pleading for her to take it. Piper took a step backwards and pried her eyes from her son, searching the room for some help. Phoebe was grinning maliciously at her from the table, rotted patches across her skull where her light brown hair had once been. Her eyes were missing, as well, and she emanated evil. Piper felt a hand touch her shoulder and she was finally able to scream. She faced the one behind her and nearly cried out in relief. It was Prue. She would explain all of this to her. Sighing, she opened her mouth to speak, then quickly closed it again as she noticed the trickle of blood coming from her older sister's mouth. Then, it stopped being a trickle and turned into a flood, pouring not only from her mouth, but from her eyes, her ears...Piper tried to get away, but ran into Parker, who clutched at her. Closing her eyes, she screamed. And screamed. Over and over again until the sound became an agonised, animal- like wail.
Prue shot up, gasping and soaked with sweat. She'd heard someone screaming. Paige. That was her first thought. Quickly, she jumped off the floor and started to run towards the attic door. She'd fallen asleep while looking for a solution that wouldn't include Naruk. She took one step and her foot connected with something in her path. She looked down and nearly fell. Piper. Blood. Not again. She kneeled, praying that this was a second chance to save her, and felt for a pulse. It was then she noticed what was in her hand, and registered the cool feel of metal. A knife. Did that mean...? Oh, God. What had she done? Sick and shaking uncontrollably, Prue forced herself to leave attic, walking unsteadily and gripping the rail tightly for support as she made her way downstairs. This time, she saw the body before her foot hit it. Phoebe. With a sinking iron fist in her stomach, Prue instinctively knew what had happened. Phoebe, though her brain disease kept her mentality below a six year old's, had heard Piper's screaming and tried to help her, to save her from...The memories slid into place and made her wretch. She'd gotten angry at Piper for what, she wasn't sure. The argument was a blur of blind rage, and then she'd...killed her.
"Leo," she screamed. She needed to know about Paige. Slowly, the mental image she had of her youngest sister began fading. By the time Leo orbed into the Manor, a weary, accusing look directed towards her, she could hardly remember why she'd called him.
"P..Paige," she stammered, "My sister, where is she?" Leo stared at her, shocked.
"Who told you about her? You weren't supposed to know," he said, the last part half to himself, "She....killed herself about a year ago, Prue." Prue couldn't feel what she was supposed to feel. No sadness, no disbelief. Nothing. She felt hollow, empty, numb...She'd killed Piper. Her beautiful, loving sister. Killed her. Leo orbed out, leaving her alone. All alone. She looked at the knife still wrapped in her hand, and wondered what she had to live for. A nagging voice in the back of her head struggled for attention. Something wasn't right...Prue ignored it and kept her stare on the sharp piece of metal she held.
AN: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
Starring Piper: I know you know what's going to happen, pretty much, but I hope you like it anywayz. about Piper...read on, even though you pretty much know....
wAnNaBpIpEr: depressing...hmmm, not what I would call this,exactly. Maybe you'd prefer to judge? Well, thanks for reviewing. Congrats on being the first to review chapter 12!
sara: lol, you guessed it! longer chapters is my goal right now so hopefully you'll get your wish.
Charmed Fantic: !!! welcome back!!! I'm glad you've still been enjoying the chapters. As for Naruk being evil, he is only evil because of his creator. ME! lol. I'm sick, twisted, and above all else, totally cruel! (6)(6) Thanks for your review!
Lara-Beth: thanks for the flowers!!!!!! Moon: you're one of the best reviewers! Lara-Beth: you are two!!! Love y'alls reviews! Keep reading!!!!
Falcon!!!!! AHHH! You reviewed! *is special* YAY! Glad you are still reading and enjoying! Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!
Kristen's Paige: sis, you and your reviews. *Shakes head* love ya, thanks for reviewing.
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!
Piper smiled, amused, at her son as he carried his glass of milk to the kitchent table, both hand clutching tightly at the glass, feet moving in a slow shuffle, desperately trying not to spill a drop and make a mess. Finally, he reached the table and carefully set the milk down, turning to smile at his mother. Her smile widened and she nodded in a approval. Parker faced the table and the glass that was now rapidly descending towards the floor. Immediately, he threw his hands up, freezing the glass and its contents.
"Aunt Prue," he complained in frustration, whipping around to glare at his aunt, who sat jsut to his right.
"Good reflexes, little man!," she lauded, "That can be your test for the day." Parker sighed, still slightly annoyed. Prue carefully used her powers to bring the glass back to its previous position, then reached over to ruffle his hair.
"That's it for today then?," he asked, excitement tinging his voice. Prue grinned at his enthusiasm.
"From me," she promised. It was custom for him to face tests each day from his family as a way of practicing his sometimes uncontrollable powers. Parker was sick of the daily excersizes and tried to get out of it as much as possible. That was why such an easy task made him so happy. Now he could play without worrying about Prue. She was always the hardest to beat.
Piper smiled warmly as she watched their exchange. She was so lucky. Her family was wonderful and Parker was growing up in a loving environment. She couldn't ask for more. Everything was perfect in her life.
"Hey beautiful," a voice whispered, arms reaching around to encircle Piper waist. Piper whirled around and planted a tender kiss on her husband's lips.
"Hey yourself," she whispered back, leaning her cheek on his chest. Leo kissed her lightly on the head then pulled away to walk towards his son.
"Morning big guy," he greeted, grinning proudly at his child. Parker glanced up from his scrambled eggs and smiled.
"Morning Daddy! Guess what? Aunt Prue already tested me today and I beat her!," he announced, his features and tone suggesting that he'd accomplished more than he had in reality. Leo let his eyes grow wide in mock amazement.
"Wow. Before long, you're going to be beating us all kid," he told him, eliciting a laugh from his son.
"Well, maybe not two soon," he corrected. Leo couldn't help but laugh. Piper walked over to the table and kneeled to face Parker.
"What do you say about going upstairs and helping me wake up your Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe?," she asked. Parker's face lit up and he hopped down from the chair. He grabbed Piper's hand and looked up, a question gleaming in his eye. At Piper's agreeing nod, Parker carried them from the room in a flash of blue lights.
"Aunt Phoebe, it's time to get up," he called, pouncing on her bed. Phoebe carefully held herself still until he got close enough to grab.
"Parker Matthew Wyatt, you little sneak," she accused playfully, laughing and tickling her nephew, who groaned at the use of both his middle names, then gave in to the giggles fighting their way out.
"That's enough," he gasped through his laughter, managing to escape his aunt. Phoebe let him get away and got out of bed. A movement from the door had both Piper and Phoebe stepping in from of Parker protectively.
"Morning to you two!," Paige grumbled good-naturedly. Piper and Phoebe both relaxed and smiled at their younger sister.
"Morning," they greeted in unison. Paige smiled back and looked down at her nephew, who grinned and rushed to hug her.
"Good Morning, Aunt Paige, guess what happened this morning. Aunt Prue gave me a really easy test and said that was it for today from her. I beat it, it was sooo easy. Do you think you can go easy on me two?," he asked, stumbling over is words in his haste to tell her all about his day.
"We'll see," she told him, stoopin to kiss his forehead. Parker smiled and turned to look at his mother.
"I'm gonna go finish my eggs," he said then scrambled from the room, followed by the rest of them.
Piper was the last on into the kitchen, a pleasant expression still on her face. She was the only live one in the kitchen, and the pleasant look fled fast. Parker stood, facing her with hollow holes for eyes. His skin, a bluish grey color, was sliding in fleshy chunks off of his cheeks. Piper felt bile rising in the back of her throat. What was wrong with her beautiful little boy? She blinked rapidly, willing her eyes to be playing tricks on her. They weren't. Parker walked closer to her, a hand reaching out to her as if pleading for her to take it. Piper took a step backwards and pried her eyes from her son, searching the room for some help. Phoebe was grinning maliciously at her from the table, rotted patches across her skull where her light brown hair had once been. Her eyes were missing, as well, and she emanated evil. Piper felt a hand touch her shoulder and she was finally able to scream. She faced the one behind her and nearly cried out in relief. It was Prue. She would explain all of this to her. Sighing, she opened her mouth to speak, then quickly closed it again as she noticed the trickle of blood coming from her older sister's mouth. Then, it stopped being a trickle and turned into a flood, pouring not only from her mouth, but from her eyes, her ears...Piper tried to get away, but ran into Parker, who clutched at her. Closing her eyes, she screamed. And screamed. Over and over again until the sound became an agonised, animal- like wail.
Prue shot up, gasping and soaked with sweat. She'd heard someone screaming. Paige. That was her first thought. Quickly, she jumped off the floor and started to run towards the attic door. She'd fallen asleep while looking for a solution that wouldn't include Naruk. She took one step and her foot connected with something in her path. She looked down and nearly fell. Piper. Blood. Not again. She kneeled, praying that this was a second chance to save her, and felt for a pulse. It was then she noticed what was in her hand, and registered the cool feel of metal. A knife. Did that mean...? Oh, God. What had she done? Sick and shaking uncontrollably, Prue forced herself to leave attic, walking unsteadily and gripping the rail tightly for support as she made her way downstairs. This time, she saw the body before her foot hit it. Phoebe. With a sinking iron fist in her stomach, Prue instinctively knew what had happened. Phoebe, though her brain disease kept her mentality below a six year old's, had heard Piper's screaming and tried to help her, to save her from...The memories slid into place and made her wretch. She'd gotten angry at Piper for what, she wasn't sure. The argument was a blur of blind rage, and then she'd...killed her.
"Leo," she screamed. She needed to know about Paige. Slowly, the mental image she had of her youngest sister began fading. By the time Leo orbed into the Manor, a weary, accusing look directed towards her, she could hardly remember why she'd called him.
"P..Paige," she stammered, "My sister, where is she?" Leo stared at her, shocked.
"Who told you about her? You weren't supposed to know," he said, the last part half to himself, "She....killed herself about a year ago, Prue." Prue couldn't feel what she was supposed to feel. No sadness, no disbelief. Nothing. She felt hollow, empty, numb...She'd killed Piper. Her beautiful, loving sister. Killed her. Leo orbed out, leaving her alone. All alone. She looked at the knife still wrapped in her hand, and wondered what she had to live for. A nagging voice in the back of her head struggled for attention. Something wasn't right...Prue ignored it and kept her stare on the sharp piece of metal she held.