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Fifteen minutes later:
The Halliwell bathroom was the cleanest Corthion had seen in a long time. He had spent his time in it with the best company he'd had in a long time as well. Paige had helped him bandage his wound.
Why did I do that? He thought to himself in the shower. Three day's worth of on the road grime was coming off. Few things better than a cold shower and I wouldn't trade this for any of them right now. For some reason, he started to sing, very loudly. "You can dance if you if you want to. You can leave your friends behind."
Paige and Piper passed each other outside in the hall.
"Wow! That is something," Piper said.
"His Laura Brannigan is better," Paige replied. Piper shuddered.
" You take my self, you take my self control," rang out from the bathroom. Piper shuddered again, realizing Paige was right. Lucky Phoebe.
Ten minutes later:
Corthion stood by the washer waiting for it to finish. Except for the towel for modesty, he was buck-naked. He also felt vulnerable to the world.
"Gotta buy more clothes," he thought aloud. "This is not right." The feeling would only be magnified by what happened next.
"Oh great, I can't get away from you for twenty minutes!," Piper exclaimed carrying laundry. "Please put some pants on. I don't want to see your 'little demon'. And just how the hell did you get down here? I was in the kitchen when must've gotten out."
"I shimmered OK," Corthion blurt out. "Like you've pointed out, I'm naked. I figure if you don't want to see me naked here you probably wouldn't want to see me naked there." The spin cycle ended, and with that Corthion threw his clothes in the dryer and set it for thirty minutes. "There"
Piper started her laundry.
"You wanna know something?" she quizzed.
" I hate the 'Something Game'," the demon retorted.
"I don't like you."
"You're more straight-forward than most people. I like that about you.
Piper shut the lid and started the machine. She removed a piece of paper from her back pocket.
"Is that a?" Corthion stammered.
" For all the time this demon is under our roof, may he only speak the truth," Piper recited.
"It was," he acknowledged.
"Who are you?" Piper asked
"Corthion, former healer to the Source, servant of Aradia, the mother of all things."
"What are you doing here?"
"I am here to help the Charmed ones destroy a demon army."
"Damn he's telling the truth."
"I was telling the truth before. You didn't believe me, and now you go about putting truth spells on me."
"I'm sorry, I needed to know."
"It's witches like you that give all the other witches a bad name."
"That seems a little low"
" You wanted the truth. Now you're getting the truth."
"You're rude even for a demon."
"Would you prefer it if I quote 'got on with the murder attempts'?"
"I think I would!"
Corthion blew a gasket. "I don't need to take this abuse. I've got vampires in Lisbon dying to abuse me! I think they'd be a lot nicer about it too!" He took his still sopping clothes out of the dryer. Putting them on he muttered something under his breath. Taking his tanto in hand, he said something completely shocking. "This army? It's your fault you know." With that, he turned blue and shimmered away.