Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, etc.

princesscatie21: It's colorguard, actually not a sport. We're the visual for marching band. We get to spin flags, rifles, sabers and other props. I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

ChArMeD-101: Hey, so, I finally got around to updating! It's a little different than the idea I had initially, but I hope you like it anyway.

A/N: sorry it took so long to update. I had a giant problem with inspiration, or lack thereof, as my fairy godmother has been on vacation, or just been lazy this past few, months, is it? Plus, we got a virus and didn't have word for the longest time after the computer was cleaned. I know, excuses excuses… but whatever.

Enjoy!

"Imagination is intelligence having fun" – Anonymous

Chapter 16 – Something New

"What do you think it is?"

"It could be a boogey, but I've never heard of one that looked like that…"

"You think it's evil?"

Phoebe stirred softly, and her eyes began to flutter open.

"It's waking up! Get behind me Auruvek, it may be dangerous."

She stretched, and rubbing her eyes, she began to sit up and looked around.

"Are you good or evil?" A small gnome-like creature asked her.

"Well if it were evil, you think it would tell us?" Came the sarcastic remark from another, smaller, purple faery.

Phoebe shook her head a little, as if to clear it.

"Maybe it doesn't speak?" an even smaller gnome-creature looked up questioningly at the larger gnome-creature positioned protectively in front of it.

"Maybe…" The purple faery extended a small hand to touch her.

"What are you?" Phoebe finally got out.

The faeries jumped back, startled.

"We asked our question first!" The larger gnome-creature said boldly.

"Yes, are you good, or are you evil?" Purple took heart at his companion's courage.

Phoebe snorted. "Me? Evil? No, I'm not evil."

"Are you lying?" Purple peered at her through glowing strands of lavender hair.

The Charmed One raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Oh, very good then." Replied the bigger gnome-creature.

"Wait, it could be lying about that too! How can we trust it?" Purple frowned at the gullible gnome-creature.

"I'm not evil, I promise! Look, I don't know if this will help, but I'm one of the Charmed Ones." Phoebe didn't know why she cared so much about these faeries' opinions, or why she trusted them with such critical and dangerous information, but she did. "And I'm a she, not an 'it'."

"Fine! Prove it! Do something magical!" Purple turned to her hotly.

Phoebe obliged, and levitated a few feet.

"How do we know you're not some wizard, and your levitation trick is just an illusion?" Purple asked suspiciously.

"Look, I answered your question, it's not my problem if you believe me or not. Now it's your turn to answer mine." Phoebe said exasperatedly as she lowered herself back to earth.

"My name's Jemwest and I'm a Grig. This is my son, Auruvek. That's Aurakmet over there. He's a salamander." Jemwest, the bigger gnome-like creature waved to each respectively.

"Shut up blabber mouth! IT may be an enchanted boogey, or worse! One of Gor's new henchmen!"

"Momma! Can I touch her? Please?" the little Grig begged his parent, pulling at the hem of her torn shirt.

"Don't ask me, ask her. Although I don't suppose she would appreciate it…" Jemwest looked at her son and pushed him forward.

"May I touch you pretty lady?" Auruvek asked shyly.

Phoebe chuckled softly. "Yes you may, and please, call me Phoebe."

The little creature gave a squeal of delight and rushed forward to stroke Phoebe's dangling hair.

"And what do you say Vek?" Jemwest chided.

"Thank you Pretty Lady Phoebe!"

"AUNT Phoebe, Vek! Show your elders some respect!"

"Thank you Auntie Pretty Lady Phoebe!" The babe repeated.

Phoebe laughed and picked the little Grig up in her arms and tickled him, and the little babe shrieked with laughter.

"Well, perhaps not so evil…" Aurakmet, the purple salamander's voice softened. "What brings you here human?"

"Oh, I'm on a quest for her Ladyship, Queen Brighid. Speaking of, where are my sisters?" Phoebe put Vek down and stood up, looking around. "And where am I?"

Meanwhile…

"Did you find her yet?" Piper asked worriedly. She was pacing nervously around the clearing.

"No, not yet. Let me concentrate." Leo answered patiently. Prue, Angras, and Lucina walked into camp, shaking their heads at Piper; no, they haven't found her either.

"Tommy-John, Paige, Wicked, and the mud-puppy are still looking. We'll find her. Phoebe can take care of herself if anything goes wrong, Piper. You know that." Prue said soothingly.

"I know Prue, I just worry."