"Portia are you coming we are going to be late?" A voice that she recognized yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She suddenly felt her body move down the hall and the stairs. There at the bottom was Prue.
Piper's was in utter shock. Prue the sister that she hadn't seen in over two years was now standing in front of her. She wanted so badly to reach out and pull Prue into a hug but she had no control over her body. Her voice, movements and choices were not her own. A second later she felt a man arms around her. Her face smiled and turned to see that the man that held her was Dan. Confused and a little frightened Piper felt her body move towards the door with Dan's arms still at her waist. It wasn't until they exited the manor that Piper realized what had happened. Some how she had been transported back in time. She thought back to the last thing that she read. Although it hadn't sounded like a proper spell she wondered if that was exactly what it was. Prue climbed into a very old car that shined like the night's sky while Dan held the door open for her. She quickly slid in and once inside she noticed that the people she knew as Prue and Dan looked similar but different some how. They talked the whole way about things that they needed to get for the manor. Piper was thankful that she had no control over what was to happen. That way she could not change the past, which might change her present or future. All she could do was experience Portia's life.
It had turned out that they were on their way to a businessmen's meeting. Piper found the thing interesting but her mind kept drifting to Leo. Have they already met? Have they fallen in love? She soon got her answers.
"Honey I'm just going to wait for you two out here. Okay?" Gordon leaned in and gave Portia a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Okay." Portia and Paris headed for one of the local stores to pick up some supplies.
Once inside Paris headed for the clothes while Portia went to the counter.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson. I have your order right here." The clerk said.
"Thanks Teddy. How has your father been?"
"Better today. He had a rough weekend but his spirits are up today. I trust that you are feeling well." Teddy said as he gathered together their order.
"Yes. Thank-you. You can just add this to my account."
"Okay Mrs. Johnson. See you next week." Portia gathered the boxes of supplies together. Now she wished that Gordon had come in to carry the boxes. With her arms full she turned to call Paris from the gowns but instead she hit something hard and fell to the floor. She glanced up to see what it was that she had run into. A soft outline of a man was barely visible in the sunlight from the front window. He held his hand out to her.
"I'm so sorry ma'am." His voice instantly warmed Portia's heart and Piper felt a flood of emotions come over.
"Oh no sir it was my fault. I could not see where I was going." She took a hold of his outstretched hand and pulled her self to her feet. She quickly lowered herself to the floor to gather the box contents up.
"Here let me help you." He said bending to her height. She lifted her head as he lowered his and for the briefest moment their eyes were locked into each other. Piper gasped she knew those eyes and they soul they hid. They broke their glare and finished picking up the supplies. He lifted the boxes and she dusted off her skirt. "My name is Wyattson, Leopold Wyattson." He held out his hand once more. The heat from his fingers made her whole body shiver as she took his hand.
"Portia Johnson. Thank you for help." Piper could feel every tingle that he was causing in Portia. 'This is going to be some experience to live.' She thought. Just staring in his eyes was making Piper weak as well. Oh how she missed those eyes and soft hands.
"Not a problem." He stared into her eyes again. "If you're not busy I'd love to . . ."
"Ready to go Portia." Paris said from behind her cousin. It startled Portia to hear another voice. She had forgotten where she was and was lost in a world of blue magic.
"Yes. Let's go. Thank you again Mr Wyattson." She could feel a smile take her face over and the warmth of a blush rise in her cheeks. She quickly exited the store with Paris at her side.
"What was all that about?" Paris asked once they were on the sidewalk.
"What? I dropped the boxes and he helped me pick them up." Portia said trying to brush the encounter from her mind. It was no use though her entire body was screaming at her. There had been some mystical connection between her and Mr. Wyattson.
"Right? I saw your face. You were blushing."
"No I wasn't. I was just surprised." She said as they reached the car. Gordon took the boxes from her and loaded them in the back. Thankfully Paris dropped the subject as soon as they reached the car doors.
Back inside Leopold watched the cousins climb into a car. A man was standing outside waiting for them. 'Please let him not be her husband'. He needed to know for sure. The warmth of her touch still lingered on his palm as he approached the counter. "Excuse me sir. That woman that I was talking to, Portia Johnson, do you have an address for her?"
"Yes sir she, her husband, and her cousins own The Manor Tavern. It is at 1329 Prescott Street." The young boy answered.
"Thank you." He said. 'Damn she is married. I have to see her again. Husband or not there was something in those eyes.' He decided that he wouldn't go tonight but tomorrow he could start fresh.
