Paris walked into the living room just as Piper was closing her sentence.
Having grown 3 inches over the past few months, Paris was now around 5"4.
Not very tall, but then again, neither was her mom. Wearing a pair of light
blue cords and a tight white tee-shirt, Paris stood in the open archway
that was between the living room and the hallway.
"Not still moaning on about DAN are we now?" Paris said, sarcastically, and rather nastily.
"Paris...stop it."
Prue gave her mouthy 14 year old a look. Paris smiled and looked away, as Piper thundered up the stairs to take a shower. Prue often wondered where Paris got that from. Always telling the truth, no matter how brutal. Prue then blushed slightly, knowing that Paris got it from her. Oldest child instinct and all.
Paris rolled her eyes and leaned against the side of the arch, and, instead of falling right through it like she would have done a few months ago, Paris managed to safely lean against it. Phoebe walked in, coming from the dining room.
"Hey.", Prue said, greeting her youngest sister. The one who "had no vision of the future"....till they got their powers, and, ironically, Phoebes was Premoniton. Phoebe flopped on to the couch, beaming wildly. "Someone's in a good mood. What's his name?" "Billy." "Phoebe, you didn't?" Prue asked, knowing already that she had. "What?" Phoebe said, innocently, knowing that she had been busted. "You went to go see "Kill It Before It Dies" at the revival house didn't you?" "No, why would you think that I... " Prue raised her eyebrows. "Okay, I did. But you know what? It was research." "Okay, what kind of class sends you to the movies?" Prue said, sarcastically. "The kind of class I want to take when I go to college," Paris chimed in. Phoebe looked at her niece and smiled, and Prue said nothing. The doorbell rang, in the silence that followed Paris' comment. "I will get that." Phoebe walked to the door, opened it, and was faced with a man. "Can I help you?" "Pheebs, who is it?" Suddenly Phoebe goes flying through the foyer. "Aaahhh!" The man, obviously a demon, walked into the foyer, in which Prue ran into and Paris was stood. Demon of Illusion, Paris muttered. Prue heard her, and looked at her daughter dismissively. "Get up you miserable witch." "Hey, if you don't have anything nice to say." Prue told the demon. Prue flicked her hand at the demon, sending him crashing into the clock. Almost. Paris caught him with her telekenisis, spun him around a couple of times and then flung him into the wall beside the clock, all the time getting glared at by her mother, but being unseen by the demon. "And then there were two." The demon got up and ran outside. "Chicken", Paris cat-called after him, "Whats the matter, big tough demon cant face a little girl?", then she laughed. Phoebe was slowly getting up and Prue was helping her. Noticing the glare that she was getting from her mother, and the odd look she was getting from Phoebe, Paris remarked. "What? I like that clock." Phoebe noticed that spinning the demon around and keeping control of him like that had been a little too easy for Paris. True, she'd had her powers longer than Prue, but had only just decided to master them. Even for Prue that amount of control would have proved difficult, and the demon would have span out of control. However, that wasnt what troubled Phoebe. What troubled her was the look in her nieces eyes as she had done it. Pure concentration, yes, but....she looked like she enjoyed kicking his ass. They all did, but it looked like Paris enjoyed it too much. "Woohoo. I attacked my first demon." Prue wasnt sure what to do here, so she asked Phoebe to give her five minutes alone with her daughter. Paris, sensing she was in trouble, immediately went on the defensive. "Mom, dont even start with that "You shouldnt do that. I want to protect you, so dont put yourself in danger" CRAP. Because you cant protect me. Not forever." "Paris, hunny, I know that, but I want to keep you safe as long as I can. I dont want you getting hurt or even coming close to demons before you have to." "Mom, theyre a part of youre life, and therefore a part of mine. A part of my heritage. Unfortunately." "What do you mean, unfortunately?" Prue asked her stubborn daughter, wondering what she meant. "Ive been researching out family. And it seems to me, that most Halliwell women dont reach their thirties. So maybe I wanna kick a little demon butt before one kills me. Before one kills you. And Piper, and Phoebe. Because they will." Tears were threatening to fall "But I dont want them to.You face death every day. I remember every single time that any of you almost died. And I know its "the power of three", but sometimes...I just....I think I could help. I dont want you to die Mom, and I dont want Piper or phoebe to die either, and if I can help stop that, which I think I can....then..." Prue felt her anger melt away, because her daughter was so upset. Paris ran to her mom and hugged her tight, and Prue held her close.
"Not still moaning on about DAN are we now?" Paris said, sarcastically, and rather nastily.
"Paris...stop it."
Prue gave her mouthy 14 year old a look. Paris smiled and looked away, as Piper thundered up the stairs to take a shower. Prue often wondered where Paris got that from. Always telling the truth, no matter how brutal. Prue then blushed slightly, knowing that Paris got it from her. Oldest child instinct and all.
Paris rolled her eyes and leaned against the side of the arch, and, instead of falling right through it like she would have done a few months ago, Paris managed to safely lean against it. Phoebe walked in, coming from the dining room.
"Hey.", Prue said, greeting her youngest sister. The one who "had no vision of the future"....till they got their powers, and, ironically, Phoebes was Premoniton. Phoebe flopped on to the couch, beaming wildly. "Someone's in a good mood. What's his name?" "Billy." "Phoebe, you didn't?" Prue asked, knowing already that she had. "What?" Phoebe said, innocently, knowing that she had been busted. "You went to go see "Kill It Before It Dies" at the revival house didn't you?" "No, why would you think that I... " Prue raised her eyebrows. "Okay, I did. But you know what? It was research." "Okay, what kind of class sends you to the movies?" Prue said, sarcastically. "The kind of class I want to take when I go to college," Paris chimed in. Phoebe looked at her niece and smiled, and Prue said nothing. The doorbell rang, in the silence that followed Paris' comment. "I will get that." Phoebe walked to the door, opened it, and was faced with a man. "Can I help you?" "Pheebs, who is it?" Suddenly Phoebe goes flying through the foyer. "Aaahhh!" The man, obviously a demon, walked into the foyer, in which Prue ran into and Paris was stood. Demon of Illusion, Paris muttered. Prue heard her, and looked at her daughter dismissively. "Get up you miserable witch." "Hey, if you don't have anything nice to say." Prue told the demon. Prue flicked her hand at the demon, sending him crashing into the clock. Almost. Paris caught him with her telekenisis, spun him around a couple of times and then flung him into the wall beside the clock, all the time getting glared at by her mother, but being unseen by the demon. "And then there were two." The demon got up and ran outside. "Chicken", Paris cat-called after him, "Whats the matter, big tough demon cant face a little girl?", then she laughed. Phoebe was slowly getting up and Prue was helping her. Noticing the glare that she was getting from her mother, and the odd look she was getting from Phoebe, Paris remarked. "What? I like that clock." Phoebe noticed that spinning the demon around and keeping control of him like that had been a little too easy for Paris. True, she'd had her powers longer than Prue, but had only just decided to master them. Even for Prue that amount of control would have proved difficult, and the demon would have span out of control. However, that wasnt what troubled Phoebe. What troubled her was the look in her nieces eyes as she had done it. Pure concentration, yes, but....she looked like she enjoyed kicking his ass. They all did, but it looked like Paris enjoyed it too much. "Woohoo. I attacked my first demon." Prue wasnt sure what to do here, so she asked Phoebe to give her five minutes alone with her daughter. Paris, sensing she was in trouble, immediately went on the defensive. "Mom, dont even start with that "You shouldnt do that. I want to protect you, so dont put yourself in danger" CRAP. Because you cant protect me. Not forever." "Paris, hunny, I know that, but I want to keep you safe as long as I can. I dont want you getting hurt or even coming close to demons before you have to." "Mom, theyre a part of youre life, and therefore a part of mine. A part of my heritage. Unfortunately." "What do you mean, unfortunately?" Prue asked her stubborn daughter, wondering what she meant. "Ive been researching out family. And it seems to me, that most Halliwell women dont reach their thirties. So maybe I wanna kick a little demon butt before one kills me. Before one kills you. And Piper, and Phoebe. Because they will." Tears were threatening to fall "But I dont want them to.You face death every day. I remember every single time that any of you almost died. And I know its "the power of three", but sometimes...I just....I think I could help. I dont want you to die Mom, and I dont want Piper or phoebe to die either, and if I can help stop that, which I think I can....then..." Prue felt her anger melt away, because her daughter was so upset. Paris ran to her mom and hugged her tight, and Prue held her close.