*Checking With The Elders*
Up in her room Melinda was having a difficult time dealing with the chicken pox. 'No fair.' She muttered to herself darkly. 'Melinda itchy. Melinda doe- wan chicken pox.' As she slurped up Uncle Glen's spaghetti, she frowned.
'Don't forget mom and dad said no healing.' Wyatt's voice reminded her through the walkie-talkie. Melinda turned her frown upon the walkie-talkie instead, which she switched off.
'They didn't so no spells.' Melinda mumbled, sipping her apple juice. 'Melinda stuck in bed with chicken pox, So many it's like connect-the-dots, Make the itchiness go away, But in case of mommy, let them stay a few more days.' Melinda chanted. If the spots stayed, and she pretended they were itchy, Piper had nothing to suspect.
Instantly the itchiness stopped, although Melinda was still stuck wearing mittens. Carefully she picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned it to Grace, but not to Wyatt.
'Gracie.' Melinda called softly. 'I made up a spell for the chicken pox itch!'
'Really?' Grace was ecstatic as Melinda repeated it down the walkie-talkie. Suddenly the door swung open, so Melinda quickly snapped the off button on the walkie-talkie.
'Hi Mellie, what are you up to?' Prue asked, smiling at her little niece. 'I haven't seen much of you lately.'
Melinda shrugged and nodded. 'I've been sick.' She explained solemnly. 'If you didn't know.'
Prue nodded. 'I know you're sick. But since your mommy is very tired she's taking a rest and so is your daddy. So I'm taking care of you tonight.'
Melinda widened her eyes. 'You'd do that for ME?'
Prue grinned. 'Of course!'
Unfortunately for Melinda, although she cast away her itchiness, the fever part of the chicken pox still remained, so Prue spent most of the night holding a damp washcloth to her forehead.
In the next room Wyatt was throwing a baseball at the wall then catching it when Andy came in, narrowly missing being hit.
'Oops.' Wyatt grinned. 'Sorry Uncle Andy.'
'You don't look sorry.' Andy joked, pretending to be bitter. 'If that's the thanks I get for coming in here to take care of you while your mom and dad have a rest-' Andy haughtily began to stride out while Wyatt burst out laughing. Andy turned and grinned.
'So what are you up to kiddo, other than trying to murder your uncle?'
Wyatt rolled his eyes. 'You're such an exaggerator Uncle Andy.' He complained.
Andy smirked. 'Yeah but now I get to boast that I was nearly killed by my nephew. I can see the headlines now - death by baseball - the man's tragic tale.'
Wyatt snorted. 'For one thing, you can't really die. For another, you're already dead, so it'd be stupid if you appeared in the paper.'
Andy nodded. 'Good point Wyatt. You don't miss anything, huh?'
Wyatt shook his head proudly. 'Nope, I don't. Unlike you Uncle Andy. You can't even catch a baseball!' He exclaimed, throwing the baseball over Andy's shoulder.
'Hey!' Andy protested. 'That wasn't fair!' Looking up, he frowned. 'I'm sorry to leave you like this kiddo, but I've got to go. The Elders want me.' He said, before orbing out. Throughout the house, Paige, Prue and Leo were also orbing.
Piper frowned as Leo, whose stomach she'd been napping on, orbed out. With a groan, she clambered off the couch, and headed for the kitchen, where Glen was reading some thick book, and every now and then, gazing fondly at Serena, who was sleeping soundly in a bassinet.
Across from him, Phoebe was tapping away at her laptop, after leaving Grace reading a book. She hadn't complained of itchiness once since dinner.
'Hi guys.' Piper said. 'I could really use some coffee. Anyone else want some?' Phoebe raised her hand.
'Me. I'll be up all night I can bet you.' She proclaimed, not removing her eyes from the screen.
Piper made some coffee and handed Phoebe a mug, before taking a seat at the table. Glen looked up at the ceiling.
'You know, something must be big for them to be gone for so many hours twice in a day.' He commented.
Piper snorted. 'Glen, Glen, Glen. If you think this is something you should've been there the time-'
'Piper? Glen? Working.' Phoebe volunteered.
'Sorry.' Glen blushed, before looking back at the ceiling. 'Those kids haven't complained in a while. What are they up to?' He mused.
Piper laughed. 'Not much - they are in bed after all.'
Phoebe looked up, guilty. 'How's Grace? I haven't checked on her in a while.'
Piper grinned. 'Don't stress, she's fine. You're busy, and you can't help that. Without you and Glen this house would be in shambles - I mean we're still paying off the extensions!' Piper complained.
Glen snorted. 'Firstly Piper, P3 really helps out. And secondly, you're giving us far too much credit.'
As he finished, Paige, Leo and Andy orbed in. 'Hi guys. How did it go?' Piper asked.
Leo grimaced. 'Can't be sure yet.'
'Where's Prue?' Glen asked, as he and Paige exchanged kisses, and as Paige tucked the blanket around Serena more tightly.
'Checking on the kids. Could I have some of that coffee?' Andy begged Piper.
Upstairs Prue orbed in silently outside of Grace's door. She could hear voices, so she paused before going inside.
They were slightly muffled, but Prue could still understand.
'That spell worked SO well Melinda.' Grace's voice exclaimed.
'Thanks.' Melinda's voice filtered through. Prue frowned - Melinda should be in bed.
'Should we do one for the fever as well? Or just leave it for no itching? It's working great though - nobody suspects a thing!'
'Should we have told Wyatt?'
'Nah - let him suffer while we PRETEND to itch!' Grace giggled.
Prue couldn't help but smile at Melinda casting a spell to stop the itching, before she opened the door.
'Ahem? Did I hear you say something about spells on your chicken pox?' Prue asked sternly, eyebrows raised as she tried to look stern.
Both Melinda and Grace looked extremely guilty. 'Erm. maybe?' Grace asked.
Prue frowned at them. 'Have you not been listening? We stress personal gain to you time and time again!'
'You guys don't always obey.' Grace pointed out.
'We're adults.' Prue said loftily. 'Now - Melinda get back to your room!' Melinda frowned and shook her head.
'Fine.' Prue said, glancing at Melinda.
'Hey!' Melinda could be heard screaming as she whizzed down the hall. Prue grinned - being a white lighter with her old witch powers was so much fun.
Grace looked a little worried now. 'What'd you do?' She whispered.
'I just moved her with my eyes.' Prue said shrugging. 'Now you two are going to be in BIG trouble.' Prue orbed downstairs where most of the adults were gathered.
'Guess who cast a spell to make the itch of their chicken pox go away?' Prue announced as she arrived.
Phoebe groaned. 'If it's Grace.'
'Actually, it's Melinda.'
'Melinda? But she's only three years old!'
'Well I remember when we went back in time Piper and Prue were doing all kinds of crazy things as kids.' Phoebe pointed out.
Everyone looked at Leo, who groaned. 'Fine, fine. I'll go check with the Elders. AGAIN.'
Up in her room Melinda was having a difficult time dealing with the chicken pox. 'No fair.' She muttered to herself darkly. 'Melinda itchy. Melinda doe- wan chicken pox.' As she slurped up Uncle Glen's spaghetti, she frowned.
'Don't forget mom and dad said no healing.' Wyatt's voice reminded her through the walkie-talkie. Melinda turned her frown upon the walkie-talkie instead, which she switched off.
'They didn't so no spells.' Melinda mumbled, sipping her apple juice. 'Melinda stuck in bed with chicken pox, So many it's like connect-the-dots, Make the itchiness go away, But in case of mommy, let them stay a few more days.' Melinda chanted. If the spots stayed, and she pretended they were itchy, Piper had nothing to suspect.
Instantly the itchiness stopped, although Melinda was still stuck wearing mittens. Carefully she picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned it to Grace, but not to Wyatt.
'Gracie.' Melinda called softly. 'I made up a spell for the chicken pox itch!'
'Really?' Grace was ecstatic as Melinda repeated it down the walkie-talkie. Suddenly the door swung open, so Melinda quickly snapped the off button on the walkie-talkie.
'Hi Mellie, what are you up to?' Prue asked, smiling at her little niece. 'I haven't seen much of you lately.'
Melinda shrugged and nodded. 'I've been sick.' She explained solemnly. 'If you didn't know.'
Prue nodded. 'I know you're sick. But since your mommy is very tired she's taking a rest and so is your daddy. So I'm taking care of you tonight.'
Melinda widened her eyes. 'You'd do that for ME?'
Prue grinned. 'Of course!'
Unfortunately for Melinda, although she cast away her itchiness, the fever part of the chicken pox still remained, so Prue spent most of the night holding a damp washcloth to her forehead.
In the next room Wyatt was throwing a baseball at the wall then catching it when Andy came in, narrowly missing being hit.
'Oops.' Wyatt grinned. 'Sorry Uncle Andy.'
'You don't look sorry.' Andy joked, pretending to be bitter. 'If that's the thanks I get for coming in here to take care of you while your mom and dad have a rest-' Andy haughtily began to stride out while Wyatt burst out laughing. Andy turned and grinned.
'So what are you up to kiddo, other than trying to murder your uncle?'
Wyatt rolled his eyes. 'You're such an exaggerator Uncle Andy.' He complained.
Andy smirked. 'Yeah but now I get to boast that I was nearly killed by my nephew. I can see the headlines now - death by baseball - the man's tragic tale.'
Wyatt snorted. 'For one thing, you can't really die. For another, you're already dead, so it'd be stupid if you appeared in the paper.'
Andy nodded. 'Good point Wyatt. You don't miss anything, huh?'
Wyatt shook his head proudly. 'Nope, I don't. Unlike you Uncle Andy. You can't even catch a baseball!' He exclaimed, throwing the baseball over Andy's shoulder.
'Hey!' Andy protested. 'That wasn't fair!' Looking up, he frowned. 'I'm sorry to leave you like this kiddo, but I've got to go. The Elders want me.' He said, before orbing out. Throughout the house, Paige, Prue and Leo were also orbing.
Piper frowned as Leo, whose stomach she'd been napping on, orbed out. With a groan, she clambered off the couch, and headed for the kitchen, where Glen was reading some thick book, and every now and then, gazing fondly at Serena, who was sleeping soundly in a bassinet.
Across from him, Phoebe was tapping away at her laptop, after leaving Grace reading a book. She hadn't complained of itchiness once since dinner.
'Hi guys.' Piper said. 'I could really use some coffee. Anyone else want some?' Phoebe raised her hand.
'Me. I'll be up all night I can bet you.' She proclaimed, not removing her eyes from the screen.
Piper made some coffee and handed Phoebe a mug, before taking a seat at the table. Glen looked up at the ceiling.
'You know, something must be big for them to be gone for so many hours twice in a day.' He commented.
Piper snorted. 'Glen, Glen, Glen. If you think this is something you should've been there the time-'
'Piper? Glen? Working.' Phoebe volunteered.
'Sorry.' Glen blushed, before looking back at the ceiling. 'Those kids haven't complained in a while. What are they up to?' He mused.
Piper laughed. 'Not much - they are in bed after all.'
Phoebe looked up, guilty. 'How's Grace? I haven't checked on her in a while.'
Piper grinned. 'Don't stress, she's fine. You're busy, and you can't help that. Without you and Glen this house would be in shambles - I mean we're still paying off the extensions!' Piper complained.
Glen snorted. 'Firstly Piper, P3 really helps out. And secondly, you're giving us far too much credit.'
As he finished, Paige, Leo and Andy orbed in. 'Hi guys. How did it go?' Piper asked.
Leo grimaced. 'Can't be sure yet.'
'Where's Prue?' Glen asked, as he and Paige exchanged kisses, and as Paige tucked the blanket around Serena more tightly.
'Checking on the kids. Could I have some of that coffee?' Andy begged Piper.
Upstairs Prue orbed in silently outside of Grace's door. She could hear voices, so she paused before going inside.
They were slightly muffled, but Prue could still understand.
'That spell worked SO well Melinda.' Grace's voice exclaimed.
'Thanks.' Melinda's voice filtered through. Prue frowned - Melinda should be in bed.
'Should we do one for the fever as well? Or just leave it for no itching? It's working great though - nobody suspects a thing!'
'Should we have told Wyatt?'
'Nah - let him suffer while we PRETEND to itch!' Grace giggled.
Prue couldn't help but smile at Melinda casting a spell to stop the itching, before she opened the door.
'Ahem? Did I hear you say something about spells on your chicken pox?' Prue asked sternly, eyebrows raised as she tried to look stern.
Both Melinda and Grace looked extremely guilty. 'Erm. maybe?' Grace asked.
Prue frowned at them. 'Have you not been listening? We stress personal gain to you time and time again!'
'You guys don't always obey.' Grace pointed out.
'We're adults.' Prue said loftily. 'Now - Melinda get back to your room!' Melinda frowned and shook her head.
'Fine.' Prue said, glancing at Melinda.
'Hey!' Melinda could be heard screaming as she whizzed down the hall. Prue grinned - being a white lighter with her old witch powers was so much fun.
Grace looked a little worried now. 'What'd you do?' She whispered.
'I just moved her with my eyes.' Prue said shrugging. 'Now you two are going to be in BIG trouble.' Prue orbed downstairs where most of the adults were gathered.
'Guess who cast a spell to make the itch of their chicken pox go away?' Prue announced as she arrived.
Phoebe groaned. 'If it's Grace.'
'Actually, it's Melinda.'
'Melinda? But she's only three years old!'
'Well I remember when we went back in time Piper and Prue were doing all kinds of crazy things as kids.' Phoebe pointed out.
Everyone looked at Leo, who groaned. 'Fine, fine. I'll go check with the Elders. AGAIN.'