Halliwell Destinies
Chapter 2
The week that followed was mainly Pierce settling into the manor and the girls getting to know one another. Things were becoming easier. Pierce would wake up at 7 and be out of the door by 8 but Piper was always waiting in the kitchen for Phoebe and Pierce to get coffee. It was becoming a ritual and everything was running smoothly until Pierce got a case she couldn't handle on her own.
"Pierce," she received the call from Darryl at around 2am. "We have got some serious damage over here on ridge way and cypress. You really need to get your ass over here."
Pierce had learned that it didn't matter what time it was in this business. You will be there when you are called or else your ass could be on the line.
Pierce was hurtling down the stairs fifteen minutes later with her hair in a ponytail and her briefcase in her hand. She was tumbling through the kitchen for a soda when she noticed Chris sitting in the living room over a photo album. He looked up instantly and shut the book.
"What are you doing?" He barked.
"Going to work." Pierce answered still not moving.
Chris got up and crossed the room to where Pierce stood. She was totally taken with him but she couldn't let him know it. Her mother had had a relationship with a whitelighter that had resulted in two girls left without their birth parents. Pierce took a deep breath, Chris had to be at least a foot taller then her and had eyes of coal that could blow your mind.
"Despite the way I feel right now," Chris said looking down at her. "This can never happen."
Pierce looked down then smiled and headed for the door. She wrenched the door open then set out across the lawn to her silver civic. By the time she got into the car she could feel the tears running down her face. Why was she letting this guy get to her? Too much guy trauma was a very bad thing.
She pulled her car right next to Darryl's and got out. She was totally not paying attention to where she was going and when she finally looked up she stared into the face of a very attractive man. He had jet-black hair and a wicked grin on his face. The moment that Pierce realized he was a demon she dropped her briefcase but he was to fast for her. He clamped his hand shut and froze her. Then he touched her arm and they both shimmered.
Pierce's defense was non existent as this creature pushed her into the dirt. She was powerless, as she looked around her she tried to figure out where she was. She hand a mouth full of dirt and her hair was now matted and messy.
"Who the hell are you?" Pierce shrieked.
"No, hell is where you are." The man hissed.
He kicked Pierce in the back and told her to shut up.
"Master, I've brought her to you." The man said in a small voice.
"You have not let Him hear of this have you?" a thick deadly voice said from behind Pierce.
"No, my lord."
"Good, this is a charmed one, I can feel it. Who is her whitelighter?"
"Chris Perry, my lord."
"Ah, I will handle him. If He finds out about this you will regret it forever."
So she had to find this guy. It was the only way out of this and who was this guy and how could she tell it was him? And how was she supposed to get away from this guy without making a lot of noise.
"Now you listen here, you better not try any funny business on me." The man barked.
Hours later Pierce was still sitting in the dirt her face tear streaked. I cant be helpless she thought to herself. I have got to do something. She turned her head slightly and saw that the man was sleeping she mumbled a spell that would make his slumber into a very deep sleep sort of a coma and with that she broke through the spell he had put on her. Although he had done an excellent job on the spell and it was almost impossible to get out of Pierce still found a way.
"Which way is either out of here or to the source?" She mumbled.
She looked in front of her and saw tons of tiny little bridges leading out into nowhere. I have got to start somewhere she thought to herself and took the one nearest her. She took off running like a banshee and the chances where she wouldn't come out of this alive but she had to try.
"What is a charmed one doing down here?" a rough voice said behind her.
She turned to face a very large red-faced demon. He looked annoyed but she wasn't getting any annoyance vibes from him.
"I need to get out of here. Pierce said to the demon, for once she wasn't scared, she had bigger things to worry about.
"You're a charmed one you should know how to get out." The demon said and shimmered.
Ah! She thought to herself. She turned back the way she was going and kept walking, she decided that running maybe wasn't the answer. She walked and walked for what seemed like hours until she felt an unearthly presence behind her.
"Oh god..." She breathed.
She felt practically a death grip on her from behind and it took her to her knees. They buckled and she fell onto the ground. Fight it Halliwell, she barked to herself. She pushed her way out of it painfully and stood.
"Pierce Halliwell?" A man said coming towards her.
He was tall with wide shoulders and a scary look to him. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. But she recognized him from pictures in Phoebe's room. He had a demonic look to him and she was sure she knew who he was.
"Your some jerk to put a spell on an unsuspecting person." Pierce said looking down at the ground.
"I felt Phoebe scrying for you days ago." The man said.
"Days?" Pierce asked.
"It was three days ago actually." He said.
"Phoebe did?"
He nodded and Pierce was flooded by emotions. She never thought they would care that much about her. She looked up at this man her eyes watered down.
"I can take you back up. It would give me a reason to see Phoebe also." He said with a smile.
He placed his hand on her arm and they shimmered. She was becoming sick from all of this shimmering it was nothing like orbing. They ended up on the front porch of the Halliwell Manor.
The door opened and teary-eyed Piper stood in front of them. She was shocked for a moment then threw her arms around Pierce. When she pulled Pierce into the hallway she saw that Chris, Leo, Paige and Phoebe were all standing right behind the door.
"What, we vanquished you." Paige barked coming around the door.
"In another world you did." Cole replied.
"What do you think you are doing showing your face here?" Paige yelled at the man.
"No, no he was the one who brought me back. He didn't hurt me." Pierce tried to cover for him.
"She was kidnapped and for some reason she thought to come to me." He said.
"Cole," Phoebe looked like she was about to snap him in half. "How could she have been down there without you knowing? She couldn't have!"
"She was, you better watch your selves. I don't know who did this and until I do you aren't safe." Cole said to them.
"Come in." Piper said still clinging to Pierce.
"What?" Chris barked.
"Come in Cole." Piper said ignoring Chris.
Leo didn't say anything as Cole passed him and went into the living room. Piper told Chris to take Pierce upstairs and heal her then get out the book of shadows so she might be able to recognize the demon. With Chris's hand on her back he orbed them to the attic claiming that she wasn't in the shape to walk.
"What is going on?" He asked her as ran his hand over her burns and cuts and bruises.
"I don't know." Pierce answered easily.
"You have been gone for four days and you don't know anything? You know that they even contacted your uncle, he nearly went insane looking for you. He just went home this afternoon in case you showed up there." Chris sounded pissed.
"Chris, stop okay? I don't know why someone kidnapped me and not Piper or Phoebe or Paige! But I do know that had I not found Cole I would still be there awaiting my death most likely!" Pierce was getting hysterical.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He said softly.
She looked at him carefully. He carried a huge burden, something that prevented him from being to close to her. She stood up and went over to the book of shadows. She had to figure out who this guy was and what he wanted. Chris got up and stood behind her. After flipping through pages and pages in the book and not recognizing any of them she sighed.
"I don't recognize any of them. Except Bryan. I didn't know he was a major demon." She said turning to look at Chris.
She felt so short standing in front of him. He was so attractive and it was obvious that he never showed emotion. He smiled and gave her what started as a hug and just ended up as him holding her. She rested her head on his chest and his arms encircled her and she tapped into his feelings of peace.
"Did you guys find anything?" Piper said walking into the room.
"No." Chris said looking at the book again.
"I think I'm going to go eat something, I'm hungry." Pierce said and Piper followed her down the stairs.
They were going into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Chris answered it, it was Darryl. He came into the living room and immediately went to Pierce.
"What are you doing standing in the middle of the witch battle when you should be in bed, hunh?" Darryl said loudly.
Pierce laughed at him.
"You've been spending to much time with these Halliwell's." He said and handed her a folder.
"Work?" Pierce asked opening the file.
"Kind of more then that Pierce." He said softly.
She looked up at him then looked at the file. She gasped and dropped it kicking it away from her. Chris instinctively went to her and she collapsed in his arms.
Piper picked up the file and put a hand over her mouth. She looked up at Chris who was holding Pierce pretty tightly she had curled up against him.
"What is it?" Phoebe asked coming towards them.
"What did you have to show me that!?" Pierce sobbed into Chris's chest.
"Its your case, Pierce, I begged them to let me or someone else take it but they wouldn't let anyone else take it. I'm sorry." Darryl answered.
Phoebe and Paige had joined Piper and were leaning over the folder too. They both looked up at Pierce with pained expressions. Pierce cried harder as each minute passed and she realized what was going on.
"Pierce..." Paige said softly. "I know what it's like to lose the people or person that took care of you."
"So do we." Phoebe said indicating themselves.
"So do I." Chris whispered.
The girl's uncle, Patrick, had died in an apartment he rented in San Francisco for business. He had been murdered and the way it looked to the rest of them, it was from super natural causes. Patrick couldn't be dead, Pierce thought to herself.
"It's a mistake." Pierce choked.
They all looked at her. They knew she wasn't going to take this easily.
"They have the wrong guy." Pierce said pushing away from Chris.
She yanked the folder out of Pipers hands and opened it. She flinched and pushed the pictures out of the way. She pulled out the report and read it slowly. Fifty-six year old male, black hair, balding. She dropped the folder when she read the last significant details: A tattoo on his left ankle with the word Halliwell.
She dropped to the floor with the folder. Why did it have to be true! Chris kneeled to pick her up but she smacked him away from her. Paige, Piper and Phoebe all got down on their knees next to Pierce. The four girls embraced. It was amazing that they were so close after not knowing each other long. Maybe two weeks. The four girls sat on the floor with their arms wrapped around each other, each crying for the pain of the next.
The next day the four girls piled into Pierce's civic and went to the apartment that Patrick had owned in San Francisco. Pierce knew the place but not as well as she knew their home in LA. Patrick's wife her aunt Camille had died almost 15 years ago leaving Patrick to take care of Pierce on his own for the rest of her years at home with him.
"What's this?" Piper said picking up a thick packet of papers.
"It's the deed on the house. That's why all of his stuff is here. I didn't know there was so much going on. And I didn't know that for the instant that he came home he was killed! This is all my fault." Pierce said sitting in a kitchen table chair that wobbled.
"Pierce, this is no ones fault. Don't you dare blame this on yourself." Paige said leaning down to fix the chair.
"Yeah, whatever." Pierce replied.
"Well, well." Paige said pulling something out from under the chair.
It was a piece of paper with Pierce's name scribbled on the front. Paige handed it to her and she opened it.
Dearest Pierce,
By the time you get this it will be long gone. It is with the deepest
regret that I have to write this in a letter and not tell you myself.
But I am so terribly ashamed that I cannot bring myself to tell you.
Your life was changed in a whirl and I know this and your newfound
sisters show the deepest of love towards you. My love you are a
charmed one by blood that runs deep but you are not a daughter of
Patty, or of Sam. You are the child of a beautiful female whitelighter
and a man in love. You are the daughter of Patrick Halliwell and
Jennifer Wilder. Your grandmother Penny thought it was in the best
interest of the child to believe she was the daughter of a women she
was bound to never meet instead of a love child between a whitelighter
and a witch. Still, as it is, you are more powerful then all that were
ever created. Your Grandmother Penny blessed you with a gift that none
other could have. My child you have to find this gift on your own you
cannot depend on me to knowledge you in these areas. Your sisters will
remain your sisters and they know the truth and have for days and they
acted no differently. If anything as the days progressed they became
more and more worried. I am sorry to leave you with such a memory of
me. My love dearest I will visit you.
Patrick Halliwell
Chapter 2
The week that followed was mainly Pierce settling into the manor and the girls getting to know one another. Things were becoming easier. Pierce would wake up at 7 and be out of the door by 8 but Piper was always waiting in the kitchen for Phoebe and Pierce to get coffee. It was becoming a ritual and everything was running smoothly until Pierce got a case she couldn't handle on her own.
"Pierce," she received the call from Darryl at around 2am. "We have got some serious damage over here on ridge way and cypress. You really need to get your ass over here."
Pierce had learned that it didn't matter what time it was in this business. You will be there when you are called or else your ass could be on the line.
Pierce was hurtling down the stairs fifteen minutes later with her hair in a ponytail and her briefcase in her hand. She was tumbling through the kitchen for a soda when she noticed Chris sitting in the living room over a photo album. He looked up instantly and shut the book.
"What are you doing?" He barked.
"Going to work." Pierce answered still not moving.
Chris got up and crossed the room to where Pierce stood. She was totally taken with him but she couldn't let him know it. Her mother had had a relationship with a whitelighter that had resulted in two girls left without their birth parents. Pierce took a deep breath, Chris had to be at least a foot taller then her and had eyes of coal that could blow your mind.
"Despite the way I feel right now," Chris said looking down at her. "This can never happen."
Pierce looked down then smiled and headed for the door. She wrenched the door open then set out across the lawn to her silver civic. By the time she got into the car she could feel the tears running down her face. Why was she letting this guy get to her? Too much guy trauma was a very bad thing.
She pulled her car right next to Darryl's and got out. She was totally not paying attention to where she was going and when she finally looked up she stared into the face of a very attractive man. He had jet-black hair and a wicked grin on his face. The moment that Pierce realized he was a demon she dropped her briefcase but he was to fast for her. He clamped his hand shut and froze her. Then he touched her arm and they both shimmered.
Pierce's defense was non existent as this creature pushed her into the dirt. She was powerless, as she looked around her she tried to figure out where she was. She hand a mouth full of dirt and her hair was now matted and messy.
"Who the hell are you?" Pierce shrieked.
"No, hell is where you are." The man hissed.
He kicked Pierce in the back and told her to shut up.
"Master, I've brought her to you." The man said in a small voice.
"You have not let Him hear of this have you?" a thick deadly voice said from behind Pierce.
"No, my lord."
"Good, this is a charmed one, I can feel it. Who is her whitelighter?"
"Chris Perry, my lord."
"Ah, I will handle him. If He finds out about this you will regret it forever."
So she had to find this guy. It was the only way out of this and who was this guy and how could she tell it was him? And how was she supposed to get away from this guy without making a lot of noise.
"Now you listen here, you better not try any funny business on me." The man barked.
Hours later Pierce was still sitting in the dirt her face tear streaked. I cant be helpless she thought to herself. I have got to do something. She turned her head slightly and saw that the man was sleeping she mumbled a spell that would make his slumber into a very deep sleep sort of a coma and with that she broke through the spell he had put on her. Although he had done an excellent job on the spell and it was almost impossible to get out of Pierce still found a way.
"Which way is either out of here or to the source?" She mumbled.
She looked in front of her and saw tons of tiny little bridges leading out into nowhere. I have got to start somewhere she thought to herself and took the one nearest her. She took off running like a banshee and the chances where she wouldn't come out of this alive but she had to try.
"What is a charmed one doing down here?" a rough voice said behind her.
She turned to face a very large red-faced demon. He looked annoyed but she wasn't getting any annoyance vibes from him.
"I need to get out of here. Pierce said to the demon, for once she wasn't scared, she had bigger things to worry about.
"You're a charmed one you should know how to get out." The demon said and shimmered.
Ah! She thought to herself. She turned back the way she was going and kept walking, she decided that running maybe wasn't the answer. She walked and walked for what seemed like hours until she felt an unearthly presence behind her.
"Oh god..." She breathed.
She felt practically a death grip on her from behind and it took her to her knees. They buckled and she fell onto the ground. Fight it Halliwell, she barked to herself. She pushed her way out of it painfully and stood.
"Pierce Halliwell?" A man said coming towards her.
He was tall with wide shoulders and a scary look to him. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. But she recognized him from pictures in Phoebe's room. He had a demonic look to him and she was sure she knew who he was.
"Your some jerk to put a spell on an unsuspecting person." Pierce said looking down at the ground.
"I felt Phoebe scrying for you days ago." The man said.
"Days?" Pierce asked.
"It was three days ago actually." He said.
"Phoebe did?"
He nodded and Pierce was flooded by emotions. She never thought they would care that much about her. She looked up at this man her eyes watered down.
"I can take you back up. It would give me a reason to see Phoebe also." He said with a smile.
He placed his hand on her arm and they shimmered. She was becoming sick from all of this shimmering it was nothing like orbing. They ended up on the front porch of the Halliwell Manor.
The door opened and teary-eyed Piper stood in front of them. She was shocked for a moment then threw her arms around Pierce. When she pulled Pierce into the hallway she saw that Chris, Leo, Paige and Phoebe were all standing right behind the door.
"What, we vanquished you." Paige barked coming around the door.
"In another world you did." Cole replied.
"What do you think you are doing showing your face here?" Paige yelled at the man.
"No, no he was the one who brought me back. He didn't hurt me." Pierce tried to cover for him.
"She was kidnapped and for some reason she thought to come to me." He said.
"Cole," Phoebe looked like she was about to snap him in half. "How could she have been down there without you knowing? She couldn't have!"
"She was, you better watch your selves. I don't know who did this and until I do you aren't safe." Cole said to them.
"Come in." Piper said still clinging to Pierce.
"What?" Chris barked.
"Come in Cole." Piper said ignoring Chris.
Leo didn't say anything as Cole passed him and went into the living room. Piper told Chris to take Pierce upstairs and heal her then get out the book of shadows so she might be able to recognize the demon. With Chris's hand on her back he orbed them to the attic claiming that she wasn't in the shape to walk.
"What is going on?" He asked her as ran his hand over her burns and cuts and bruises.
"I don't know." Pierce answered easily.
"You have been gone for four days and you don't know anything? You know that they even contacted your uncle, he nearly went insane looking for you. He just went home this afternoon in case you showed up there." Chris sounded pissed.
"Chris, stop okay? I don't know why someone kidnapped me and not Piper or Phoebe or Paige! But I do know that had I not found Cole I would still be there awaiting my death most likely!" Pierce was getting hysterical.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He said softly.
She looked at him carefully. He carried a huge burden, something that prevented him from being to close to her. She stood up and went over to the book of shadows. She had to figure out who this guy was and what he wanted. Chris got up and stood behind her. After flipping through pages and pages in the book and not recognizing any of them she sighed.
"I don't recognize any of them. Except Bryan. I didn't know he was a major demon." She said turning to look at Chris.
She felt so short standing in front of him. He was so attractive and it was obvious that he never showed emotion. He smiled and gave her what started as a hug and just ended up as him holding her. She rested her head on his chest and his arms encircled her and she tapped into his feelings of peace.
"Did you guys find anything?" Piper said walking into the room.
"No." Chris said looking at the book again.
"I think I'm going to go eat something, I'm hungry." Pierce said and Piper followed her down the stairs.
They were going into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Chris answered it, it was Darryl. He came into the living room and immediately went to Pierce.
"What are you doing standing in the middle of the witch battle when you should be in bed, hunh?" Darryl said loudly.
Pierce laughed at him.
"You've been spending to much time with these Halliwell's." He said and handed her a folder.
"Work?" Pierce asked opening the file.
"Kind of more then that Pierce." He said softly.
She looked up at him then looked at the file. She gasped and dropped it kicking it away from her. Chris instinctively went to her and she collapsed in his arms.
Piper picked up the file and put a hand over her mouth. She looked up at Chris who was holding Pierce pretty tightly she had curled up against him.
"What is it?" Phoebe asked coming towards them.
"What did you have to show me that!?" Pierce sobbed into Chris's chest.
"Its your case, Pierce, I begged them to let me or someone else take it but they wouldn't let anyone else take it. I'm sorry." Darryl answered.
Phoebe and Paige had joined Piper and were leaning over the folder too. They both looked up at Pierce with pained expressions. Pierce cried harder as each minute passed and she realized what was going on.
"Pierce..." Paige said softly. "I know what it's like to lose the people or person that took care of you."
"So do we." Phoebe said indicating themselves.
"So do I." Chris whispered.
The girl's uncle, Patrick, had died in an apartment he rented in San Francisco for business. He had been murdered and the way it looked to the rest of them, it was from super natural causes. Patrick couldn't be dead, Pierce thought to herself.
"It's a mistake." Pierce choked.
They all looked at her. They knew she wasn't going to take this easily.
"They have the wrong guy." Pierce said pushing away from Chris.
She yanked the folder out of Pipers hands and opened it. She flinched and pushed the pictures out of the way. She pulled out the report and read it slowly. Fifty-six year old male, black hair, balding. She dropped the folder when she read the last significant details: A tattoo on his left ankle with the word Halliwell.
She dropped to the floor with the folder. Why did it have to be true! Chris kneeled to pick her up but she smacked him away from her. Paige, Piper and Phoebe all got down on their knees next to Pierce. The four girls embraced. It was amazing that they were so close after not knowing each other long. Maybe two weeks. The four girls sat on the floor with their arms wrapped around each other, each crying for the pain of the next.
The next day the four girls piled into Pierce's civic and went to the apartment that Patrick had owned in San Francisco. Pierce knew the place but not as well as she knew their home in LA. Patrick's wife her aunt Camille had died almost 15 years ago leaving Patrick to take care of Pierce on his own for the rest of her years at home with him.
"What's this?" Piper said picking up a thick packet of papers.
"It's the deed on the house. That's why all of his stuff is here. I didn't know there was so much going on. And I didn't know that for the instant that he came home he was killed! This is all my fault." Pierce said sitting in a kitchen table chair that wobbled.
"Pierce, this is no ones fault. Don't you dare blame this on yourself." Paige said leaning down to fix the chair.
"Yeah, whatever." Pierce replied.
"Well, well." Paige said pulling something out from under the chair.
It was a piece of paper with Pierce's name scribbled on the front. Paige handed it to her and she opened it.
Dearest Pierce,
By the time you get this it will be long gone. It is with the deepest
regret that I have to write this in a letter and not tell you myself.
But I am so terribly ashamed that I cannot bring myself to tell you.
Your life was changed in a whirl and I know this and your newfound
sisters show the deepest of love towards you. My love you are a
charmed one by blood that runs deep but you are not a daughter of
Patty, or of Sam. You are the child of a beautiful female whitelighter
and a man in love. You are the daughter of Patrick Halliwell and
Jennifer Wilder. Your grandmother Penny thought it was in the best
interest of the child to believe she was the daughter of a women she
was bound to never meet instead of a love child between a whitelighter
and a witch. Still, as it is, you are more powerful then all that were
ever created. Your Grandmother Penny blessed you with a gift that none
other could have. My child you have to find this gift on your own you
cannot depend on me to knowledge you in these areas. Your sisters will
remain your sisters and they know the truth and have for days and they
acted no differently. If anything as the days progressed they became
more and more worried. I am sorry to leave you with such a memory of
me. My love dearest I will visit you.
Patrick Halliwell