A/N: Yay! Lots of reviews! Whoever it was, Prue didn't leave Wyatt ALONE.
she left him in CHARGE :p
*Reflection*
Wyatt orbed into an empty stall in a public bathroom, before orbing out. A few more orbs later he arrived at the penthouse.
'Wyatt!' Grace looked surprised. 'How'd you get here? Why are you here?' Grace looked around. 'Dad's not home. He's doing business.'
'Nobody else is home and since we're the latest power of three we have to vanquish a demon.' Wyatt grabbed her hand. 'No more time to explain, now let's just go! We have to make some pit stops on the way though.'
* *
Melinda let out a shriek as the demon shimmered into the attic. 'Well what do we have here? A baby witch.' He leered.
Melinda narrowed her eyes. 'I'm no baby, Serena is!' She said angrily. '! You're mean and I don't like you!' Melinda waved her hands at him, making him explode. The baby comment made her remember her cousin, who she'd promised to protect.
She orbed downstairs to the bassinet. There was a shield around Melinda - just like the one both she and Wyatt had when they were babies. 'Must be a whitelighter thing.' Melinda mumbled.
The demon orbed back in. 'You have a shield Serena, keep it up.' Melinda whispered, picking up the baby, and making the shield grow around her too.
'Don't think a baby's shield can protect you.' The demon said, laughing.
'I won't then.' Melinda agreed, before waving her hands to explode him again, then orbing back upstairs with Serena in her arms.
Wyatt and Grace met her in the attic. Melinda grabbed Serena's hand. 'Bassinet!'
The bassinet orbed into the attic, and Melinda put her tiny cousin inside.
'What is that demon?' Asked Wyatt, as Grace began to flip through the Book of Shadows, something her Aunts and mother did constantly.
'Like I know.' Grace said shrugging. 'Let's just make up a spell.'
'I'd go for basic.' Wyatt said. 'The power of three spell should work just fine.'
'We could just use those pretty rocks.' Melinda suggested.
'You mean crystals? Uh-uh, it's too risky to get them into place.' Grace said, shaking her head.
'Where-' Wyatt began, when the demon shimmered in.
'It's too late to save yourselves witches. You're nothing but a few kids. Though. I could certainly use you.' The demon grinned, and waved a hand.
A cage made out of fire appeared around the three. 'Okay how did he do that?' Grace asked, annoyed. 'This is our domain, not his!'
Melinda rolled her eyes. 'Look here mister-demon-sir.' Melinda said, putting her small hands on her hips. 'You don't scare me.'
The demon let out a snort of laughter. 'You've got spunk kid. I think I might keep you for my trophy case.'
'Don't threaten her!' Wyatt exclaimed, as the demon headed behind the cage, where the Book of Shadows sat.
'Think we should warn him?' Grace asked quietly. The Book of Shadows couldn't leave the house, and it couldn't be touched by evil.
'Nah.' Wyatt watched as the demon reached out to touch the book, and screamed, as he was thrown across the room.
'What?' He cried out.
'You got some nice party tricks with the cage and all.' Grace said. 'But you're pretty dumb.' Grace pulled a sparkly dragonfly hairclip out of her hair and frowned. 'This is my favourite hairclip. But I suppose you have to take some risks.' With that, Grace held the hairclip to the cage of fire and smirked. 'I thought so. Nothing but an illusion.'
Grace stepped forward to go through the bars, then screamed and fell back onto the floor inside the cage. The demon laughed.
'Witch, you are the dumb one. Nobody can defeat me, Artemis the great! That fire hurts witches, nothing else which is why your hairclip hasn't been singed.'
Grace writhed on the ground, burnt and in pain. Wyatt knelt down and pretended to check on her, while actually healing her. 'Pretend your still in pain. I don't want him to know we're whitelighters.' He said out of the corner of his mouth.
Melinda mumbled something back. 'I'm going to try and orb out and get him. I can explode him.' She reminded him.
'No way.' Grace muttered back, pretending to still be in pain. She let out a fake whimper. 'We'll do the power of three spell.'
'Fine.' Wyatt nodded, and stood up. Grace followed promptly.
'The power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free.'
The demon let out a howl and exploded. 'Did we. did we do it?' Wyatt asked shakily.
'I think so,' Grace said cautiously.
'Well good. I didn't like him. He was mean.' Melinda frowned.
Just then Prue orbed into the attic. 'Grace? What are you doing here?'
Grace looked at Wyatt and Melinda. 'It's a long, long story Auntie Prue.'
* *
Piper frowned. 'What do you mean it's white?' She demanded. Brooke Swanson, the lead singer of Bolt, gave Piper an exasperated sigh.
'The lilies in our dressing room cannot be white. It's bad enough that you only have two dressing rooms!'
'Bands usually don't mind sharing.' Piper said dryly. 'I thought you and Kyla got along?'
'We do, but the girl wants daffodils in the room! What more can I say?'
'You could say okay Kyla we'll have daffodils. Look Brooke,' Piper turned to the clear purple plastic clipboard that sat on the bar counter. 'According to this list you and Kyla want lilies, daffodils, freshwater, grapefruit, chewing gum, Kentucky Fried Chicken. the list just goes on! I can't supply all that.'
'Then we won't play.' Brooke said defiantly.
'Don't play then.' Piper replied wearily. 'I'm the one paying you.'
Brooke sniffed. 'Fine. Let's get out of here girls.' The entire crew of Bolt left the club and Piper sighed and picked up the phone and dialed.
'Hello? Hi I'm Piper Halliwell, I own the club P3.'
* *
Paige looked longingly at her reflection. 'What an incredible dress.' She murmured, gazing dreamily at the black and red dress she wore.
'It's on half price you know.' The sales clerk chirped.
'Really?' Paige looked in the mirror again, and then blanched. Instead of her in the beautiful black and red dress she saw a man gazing at her. She spun around to see if the sales clerk noticed, then looked back again. It was her again, with her glossy red curls swept up.
'I guess I'll take it.' Paige shook her head. She must've been imagining things. Why else would she see someone else looking at her? There were no men in this store, since it was a women's store only, so it couldn't have been anyone else. and that man was the only person in the reflection.
'Was it a reflection though?' Paige wondered, as she paid for the dress.
*Reflection*
Wyatt orbed into an empty stall in a public bathroom, before orbing out. A few more orbs later he arrived at the penthouse.
'Wyatt!' Grace looked surprised. 'How'd you get here? Why are you here?' Grace looked around. 'Dad's not home. He's doing business.'
'Nobody else is home and since we're the latest power of three we have to vanquish a demon.' Wyatt grabbed her hand. 'No more time to explain, now let's just go! We have to make some pit stops on the way though.'
* *
Melinda let out a shriek as the demon shimmered into the attic. 'Well what do we have here? A baby witch.' He leered.
Melinda narrowed her eyes. 'I'm no baby, Serena is!' She said angrily. '! You're mean and I don't like you!' Melinda waved her hands at him, making him explode. The baby comment made her remember her cousin, who she'd promised to protect.
She orbed downstairs to the bassinet. There was a shield around Melinda - just like the one both she and Wyatt had when they were babies. 'Must be a whitelighter thing.' Melinda mumbled.
The demon orbed back in. 'You have a shield Serena, keep it up.' Melinda whispered, picking up the baby, and making the shield grow around her too.
'Don't think a baby's shield can protect you.' The demon said, laughing.
'I won't then.' Melinda agreed, before waving her hands to explode him again, then orbing back upstairs with Serena in her arms.
Wyatt and Grace met her in the attic. Melinda grabbed Serena's hand. 'Bassinet!'
The bassinet orbed into the attic, and Melinda put her tiny cousin inside.
'What is that demon?' Asked Wyatt, as Grace began to flip through the Book of Shadows, something her Aunts and mother did constantly.
'Like I know.' Grace said shrugging. 'Let's just make up a spell.'
'I'd go for basic.' Wyatt said. 'The power of three spell should work just fine.'
'We could just use those pretty rocks.' Melinda suggested.
'You mean crystals? Uh-uh, it's too risky to get them into place.' Grace said, shaking her head.
'Where-' Wyatt began, when the demon shimmered in.
'It's too late to save yourselves witches. You're nothing but a few kids. Though. I could certainly use you.' The demon grinned, and waved a hand.
A cage made out of fire appeared around the three. 'Okay how did he do that?' Grace asked, annoyed. 'This is our domain, not his!'
Melinda rolled her eyes. 'Look here mister-demon-sir.' Melinda said, putting her small hands on her hips. 'You don't scare me.'
The demon let out a snort of laughter. 'You've got spunk kid. I think I might keep you for my trophy case.'
'Don't threaten her!' Wyatt exclaimed, as the demon headed behind the cage, where the Book of Shadows sat.
'Think we should warn him?' Grace asked quietly. The Book of Shadows couldn't leave the house, and it couldn't be touched by evil.
'Nah.' Wyatt watched as the demon reached out to touch the book, and screamed, as he was thrown across the room.
'What?' He cried out.
'You got some nice party tricks with the cage and all.' Grace said. 'But you're pretty dumb.' Grace pulled a sparkly dragonfly hairclip out of her hair and frowned. 'This is my favourite hairclip. But I suppose you have to take some risks.' With that, Grace held the hairclip to the cage of fire and smirked. 'I thought so. Nothing but an illusion.'
Grace stepped forward to go through the bars, then screamed and fell back onto the floor inside the cage. The demon laughed.
'Witch, you are the dumb one. Nobody can defeat me, Artemis the great! That fire hurts witches, nothing else which is why your hairclip hasn't been singed.'
Grace writhed on the ground, burnt and in pain. Wyatt knelt down and pretended to check on her, while actually healing her. 'Pretend your still in pain. I don't want him to know we're whitelighters.' He said out of the corner of his mouth.
Melinda mumbled something back. 'I'm going to try and orb out and get him. I can explode him.' She reminded him.
'No way.' Grace muttered back, pretending to still be in pain. She let out a fake whimper. 'We'll do the power of three spell.'
'Fine.' Wyatt nodded, and stood up. Grace followed promptly.
'The power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free.'
The demon let out a howl and exploded. 'Did we. did we do it?' Wyatt asked shakily.
'I think so,' Grace said cautiously.
'Well good. I didn't like him. He was mean.' Melinda frowned.
Just then Prue orbed into the attic. 'Grace? What are you doing here?'
Grace looked at Wyatt and Melinda. 'It's a long, long story Auntie Prue.'
* *
Piper frowned. 'What do you mean it's white?' She demanded. Brooke Swanson, the lead singer of Bolt, gave Piper an exasperated sigh.
'The lilies in our dressing room cannot be white. It's bad enough that you only have two dressing rooms!'
'Bands usually don't mind sharing.' Piper said dryly. 'I thought you and Kyla got along?'
'We do, but the girl wants daffodils in the room! What more can I say?'
'You could say okay Kyla we'll have daffodils. Look Brooke,' Piper turned to the clear purple plastic clipboard that sat on the bar counter. 'According to this list you and Kyla want lilies, daffodils, freshwater, grapefruit, chewing gum, Kentucky Fried Chicken. the list just goes on! I can't supply all that.'
'Then we won't play.' Brooke said defiantly.
'Don't play then.' Piper replied wearily. 'I'm the one paying you.'
Brooke sniffed. 'Fine. Let's get out of here girls.' The entire crew of Bolt left the club and Piper sighed and picked up the phone and dialed.
'Hello? Hi I'm Piper Halliwell, I own the club P3.'
* *
Paige looked longingly at her reflection. 'What an incredible dress.' She murmured, gazing dreamily at the black and red dress she wore.
'It's on half price you know.' The sales clerk chirped.
'Really?' Paige looked in the mirror again, and then blanched. Instead of her in the beautiful black and red dress she saw a man gazing at her. She spun around to see if the sales clerk noticed, then looked back again. It was her again, with her glossy red curls swept up.
'I guess I'll take it.' Paige shook her head. She must've been imagining things. Why else would she see someone else looking at her? There were no men in this store, since it was a women's store only, so it couldn't have been anyone else. and that man was the only person in the reflection.
'Was it a reflection though?' Paige wondered, as she paid for the dress.