Disclaimer: I own no one. All characters are from the television show "Charmed", I'm writing for fun, and not for profit.
Authors note: Thank you for the reviews, keep them coming. Remember people; it's fiction.
Title: Sister Switch Off
Author: just always
Chapter Nineteen - The Seventh Son
Up there, the Elders were still baffled at how Piper and Leo had brought the gifted baby to them. They were gone with no words, just a hand off.
The Elders weren't always watching, much unlike everyone thought. They had no idea what was going on, and usually they would never allow Wyatt to stay in the heavens with them. But they knew that this situation was different.
One of the higher Elders, Adrian, was particularly worried about the Charmed ones and their white lighter. Also their friend, Daniel Gordon. For this man was special, in more ways than one.
Adrian walked away from the other Elders, and with a wave of his hand, he could see the manor. When he saw the wreck of the earthquake, he rushed to the other Elders.
"There has been a terrible, terrible disaster." Adrian waved his hand again, and the others saw the destruction of the manor. "We must do something. They cannot lose their lives. It isn't their destiny."
"Adrian, you know how the rules are. We are not to interfere with what happens." One of the more strict Elders spoke. It was Jeremiah. No one particularly liked him, but they endured his behavior.
"I was the one who initiated that rule!" A dark rumbling sound came after Adrian spoke. "You may do what you want, but without their lives, the world will be in turmoil. We must do something to keep them alive." A couple of other Elders nodded their heads in agreement.
"What do you expect we do?" A different Elder, Samuel, spoke. "We do not have the power to turn back time, and we shan't send another white lighter to heal them."
"This man, Daniel Gordon." Adrian pointed to the image of Dan lying in the stairwell.
"He is just a mere mortal. What can he do?" Jeremiah spoke.
"Yes, that he is. But last night, at exactly 9:12, he cast a spell for healing powers." Adrian said. "And he received those powers."
"Adrian, it is no longer 9:12. It happens to be 9:25 in their time." Samuel said.
"I was meaning to wait until later to come to you with this proposition." Adrian put his arms in opposite sleeves in front of him, covering his hands with the golden robe. "There will be times in the future, where the infant, will be no longer an infant." He pulled his arms out and took Wyatt from one of the other Elders. "This babe will be a child, and he will need guidance, other than his mother, father, and aunts.
"I believe that Daniel should be inflicted with powers. Daniel should be this baby's guidance, his counselor of sorts. A white lighter, which has not yet died."
"Adrian, we cannot inflict this mortal with a possession of powers. Without wiccan blood, he shall surely go insane." Samuel said.
"In his line, his sixth grandmother was a witch. She had only one child, who was born without supernatural powers. His grandmother gave up her wiccan ways shortly after her son was born. Daniel Gordon does have wiccan blood in his line. So shall I announce a prophecy?
"Daniel Gordon is the seventh son of a witch. A witch who had powers not as great at Melinda Warren. The seventh son who shall live in the time of the Charmed Ones. In Daniel's line, there are no women, only his sixth grandmother. This man was destined."
"But how exactly is this supposed to help them now, Adrian?" Jeremiah sneered.
"He will awaken, and still have his healing power, if we initiate it now." Samuel said.
"Correct."
"Then so be it." Jeremiah spoke, his hands in his sleeves and his head bowed.
-x-
A bright flash of tiny blue orbs, that no one saw, struck Dan. He opened his eyes slowly, and all he could feel was soreness all over. He looked down at his hand, where his fingers were laced with Paige's. He followed her arm up with his eyes, and he could see only the books that covered her.
It was then that he remembered chasing Paige up the stairs, searching for Phoebe. The earthquake had caused damage to at least two of the people he cared most about.
He forced the bookcase off of his back, and pulled himself to Paige. He removed the books from Paige's body and put his hands over her, hoping that he had not yet lost his healing powers.
As the bright light flowed out of his hands, he knew that something felt off. It didn't feel like it had before when he healed.
"Leo!" He tried calling, hoping that the white lighter could hear his calls, though he wasn't a charge. He needed Leo to help him find Phoebe just in case his healing powers wore off before he got there in time.
"Leo!" He tried again, but it was no use. Leo couldn't hear him.
He finished healing Paige, and she moved her head slowly, but didn't open her eyes.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." He kissed her forehead and forced himself to stand up.
He felt like he needed a little healing also. He walked through the now cluttered hallway up to the attic. He rushed over to Phoebe, praying he wasn't too late. He tried to push the beam that lay on her off, but it was too heavy.
He pushed with his feet, and it moved an inch or so. He tried again, and got a little further.
"Hang on Phoebe. Hang on." He whispered.
With a quick and forceful kick, the beam was sent halfway across the room. Now, afraid of what he just did, he stared at the beam as he stumbled to Phoebe's body. He healed her, it took a long while, but the entire time, he stared at the beam.
How was he able to kick it halfway across the room?
Phoebe didn't move, even after he healed her. He checked for her breathing, but she wasn't.
Phoebe was not breathing. He felt her neck for her pulse, but Dan felt nothing.
"Pheebs, come on, sweetie." He patted her cheeks, as if it would bring her back. "Oh no." Dan's breathing became ragged. "Oh no."
He pried the Book of Shadows from her arms and began CPR.
"One-one thousand. Two-one thousand. Three-one thousand. Four-one thousand." Dan breathed out the words as he pushed on her chest. He put his mouth over hers and held her nose as he breathed into her lungs.
"Come on, Phoebe." He whispered. He put his ear to her nose, but she didn't breathe on her own.
He repeated the process, but again, she didn't breathe.
Why wasn't this working?
"Help me!" Dan yelled towards the heavens. "Please! Help me!" He started to sob, as he began to try and get her heart to beat again.
"One-one thousand." He whispered. Dan kept counting, trying to revive his friend. "Come on. Come on."
He breathed in her mouth again, and this time, when he listened for her to breathe-
She did.
Authors note: Thank you for the reviews, keep them coming. Remember people; it's fiction.
Title: Sister Switch Off
Author: just always
Chapter Nineteen - The Seventh Son
Up there, the Elders were still baffled at how Piper and Leo had brought the gifted baby to them. They were gone with no words, just a hand off.
The Elders weren't always watching, much unlike everyone thought. They had no idea what was going on, and usually they would never allow Wyatt to stay in the heavens with them. But they knew that this situation was different.
One of the higher Elders, Adrian, was particularly worried about the Charmed ones and their white lighter. Also their friend, Daniel Gordon. For this man was special, in more ways than one.
Adrian walked away from the other Elders, and with a wave of his hand, he could see the manor. When he saw the wreck of the earthquake, he rushed to the other Elders.
"There has been a terrible, terrible disaster." Adrian waved his hand again, and the others saw the destruction of the manor. "We must do something. They cannot lose their lives. It isn't their destiny."
"Adrian, you know how the rules are. We are not to interfere with what happens." One of the more strict Elders spoke. It was Jeremiah. No one particularly liked him, but they endured his behavior.
"I was the one who initiated that rule!" A dark rumbling sound came after Adrian spoke. "You may do what you want, but without their lives, the world will be in turmoil. We must do something to keep them alive." A couple of other Elders nodded their heads in agreement.
"What do you expect we do?" A different Elder, Samuel, spoke. "We do not have the power to turn back time, and we shan't send another white lighter to heal them."
"This man, Daniel Gordon." Adrian pointed to the image of Dan lying in the stairwell.
"He is just a mere mortal. What can he do?" Jeremiah spoke.
"Yes, that he is. But last night, at exactly 9:12, he cast a spell for healing powers." Adrian said. "And he received those powers."
"Adrian, it is no longer 9:12. It happens to be 9:25 in their time." Samuel said.
"I was meaning to wait until later to come to you with this proposition." Adrian put his arms in opposite sleeves in front of him, covering his hands with the golden robe. "There will be times in the future, where the infant, will be no longer an infant." He pulled his arms out and took Wyatt from one of the other Elders. "This babe will be a child, and he will need guidance, other than his mother, father, and aunts.
"I believe that Daniel should be inflicted with powers. Daniel should be this baby's guidance, his counselor of sorts. A white lighter, which has not yet died."
"Adrian, we cannot inflict this mortal with a possession of powers. Without wiccan blood, he shall surely go insane." Samuel said.
"In his line, his sixth grandmother was a witch. She had only one child, who was born without supernatural powers. His grandmother gave up her wiccan ways shortly after her son was born. Daniel Gordon does have wiccan blood in his line. So shall I announce a prophecy?
"Daniel Gordon is the seventh son of a witch. A witch who had powers not as great at Melinda Warren. The seventh son who shall live in the time of the Charmed Ones. In Daniel's line, there are no women, only his sixth grandmother. This man was destined."
"But how exactly is this supposed to help them now, Adrian?" Jeremiah sneered.
"He will awaken, and still have his healing power, if we initiate it now." Samuel said.
"Correct."
"Then so be it." Jeremiah spoke, his hands in his sleeves and his head bowed.
-x-
A bright flash of tiny blue orbs, that no one saw, struck Dan. He opened his eyes slowly, and all he could feel was soreness all over. He looked down at his hand, where his fingers were laced with Paige's. He followed her arm up with his eyes, and he could see only the books that covered her.
It was then that he remembered chasing Paige up the stairs, searching for Phoebe. The earthquake had caused damage to at least two of the people he cared most about.
He forced the bookcase off of his back, and pulled himself to Paige. He removed the books from Paige's body and put his hands over her, hoping that he had not yet lost his healing powers.
As the bright light flowed out of his hands, he knew that something felt off. It didn't feel like it had before when he healed.
"Leo!" He tried calling, hoping that the white lighter could hear his calls, though he wasn't a charge. He needed Leo to help him find Phoebe just in case his healing powers wore off before he got there in time.
"Leo!" He tried again, but it was no use. Leo couldn't hear him.
He finished healing Paige, and she moved her head slowly, but didn't open her eyes.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." He kissed her forehead and forced himself to stand up.
He felt like he needed a little healing also. He walked through the now cluttered hallway up to the attic. He rushed over to Phoebe, praying he wasn't too late. He tried to push the beam that lay on her off, but it was too heavy.
He pushed with his feet, and it moved an inch or so. He tried again, and got a little further.
"Hang on Phoebe. Hang on." He whispered.
With a quick and forceful kick, the beam was sent halfway across the room. Now, afraid of what he just did, he stared at the beam as he stumbled to Phoebe's body. He healed her, it took a long while, but the entire time, he stared at the beam.
How was he able to kick it halfway across the room?
Phoebe didn't move, even after he healed her. He checked for her breathing, but she wasn't.
Phoebe was not breathing. He felt her neck for her pulse, but Dan felt nothing.
"Pheebs, come on, sweetie." He patted her cheeks, as if it would bring her back. "Oh no." Dan's breathing became ragged. "Oh no."
He pried the Book of Shadows from her arms and began CPR.
"One-one thousand. Two-one thousand. Three-one thousand. Four-one thousand." Dan breathed out the words as he pushed on her chest. He put his mouth over hers and held her nose as he breathed into her lungs.
"Come on, Phoebe." He whispered. He put his ear to her nose, but she didn't breathe on her own.
He repeated the process, but again, she didn't breathe.
Why wasn't this working?
"Help me!" Dan yelled towards the heavens. "Please! Help me!" He started to sob, as he began to try and get her heart to beat again.
"One-one thousand." He whispered. Dan kept counting, trying to revive his friend. "Come on. Come on."
He breathed in her mouth again, and this time, when he listened for her to breathe-
She did.