CHARMED
"Just Desserts"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
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(Authors note: This story takes place between season 2 episodes "Reckless Abandon" and "Awakened".)
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When the girls help a man who's being pursued by demons, they get much more than they bargained for.
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PROLOGUE
A man stepped into a phone booth and closed the door. The light inside came on immediately illuminating the contents of the small area. The man appeared unremarkable. Standing about average height, his black hair was mussed. His clothes were ripped and dirty and he had several bruises and cuts. Already the blood from the cuts had dried into crusty coverings over the cuts.
The man picked up the phone book in the booth and began to flip through it. When he came to the H's, he quickly stopped and began to scan the entries, running his finger up and down the columns on the pages. Finally he located what he was looking for.
There were several entries for Halliwell. He immediately discounted any male sounding names knowing that the ones he was looking for were women. His only other clue was that their names all started with P. Other than this, he had no information on them.
There were several entries beginning with the letter P. Three were simply listed as P. Halliwell. There were also a Pamela, Patricia, Paula, Penny, and Phyllis Halliwell. Seven choices for him to make.
One of the P. Halliwell's and the Patricia Halliwell had no addresses listed. He couldn't waste time trying to locate their addresses. So he discounted those for now. The rest had addresses listed and none seemed to be near the others.
The man ripped the page out of the book and shoved it into his pocket. Then he opened the door to the phone booth until the light went out. He looked around the street. It was deserted this time of night. A couple of cars passed in the distance but no one else seemed to be about.
The man grabbed the phone and pulled on it with all his might. After several moments of stubborn refusal, the phone was finally ripped from its perch inside the small structure. Looking around to make sure he was still unobserved, the man raised the phone over his head and sent it crashing to the street below. As the phone struck the pavement, it shattered spilling its contents of nickels, dimes, and quarters. Quickly the man began scooping up the handfuls of change shoving them into his pocket.
A sound caught his attention. He looked in the direction of the sound but saw nothing. Fear showing in his eyes, he hurriedly turned and began to run from the phone booth, leaving a large amount of change untouched. As he ran from the phone booth, he kept glancing back over his shoulder every few seconds to see if he was being followed. He saw no one. Still, he ran as if his very life depended on it. Within seconds the man had disappeared into the darkness of the night.
"Just Desserts"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 2 episodes "Reckless Abandon" and "Awakened".)
* * *
When the girls help a man who's being pursued by demons, they get much more than they bargained for.
* * *
PROLOGUE
A man stepped into a phone booth and closed the door. The light inside came on immediately illuminating the contents of the small area. The man appeared unremarkable. Standing about average height, his black hair was mussed. His clothes were ripped and dirty and he had several bruises and cuts. Already the blood from the cuts had dried into crusty coverings over the cuts.
The man picked up the phone book in the booth and began to flip through it. When he came to the H's, he quickly stopped and began to scan the entries, running his finger up and down the columns on the pages. Finally he located what he was looking for.
There were several entries for Halliwell. He immediately discounted any male sounding names knowing that the ones he was looking for were women. His only other clue was that their names all started with P. Other than this, he had no information on them.
There were several entries beginning with the letter P. Three were simply listed as P. Halliwell. There were also a Pamela, Patricia, Paula, Penny, and Phyllis Halliwell. Seven choices for him to make.
One of the P. Halliwell's and the Patricia Halliwell had no addresses listed. He couldn't waste time trying to locate their addresses. So he discounted those for now. The rest had addresses listed and none seemed to be near the others.
The man ripped the page out of the book and shoved it into his pocket. Then he opened the door to the phone booth until the light went out. He looked around the street. It was deserted this time of night. A couple of cars passed in the distance but no one else seemed to be about.
The man grabbed the phone and pulled on it with all his might. After several moments of stubborn refusal, the phone was finally ripped from its perch inside the small structure. Looking around to make sure he was still unobserved, the man raised the phone over his head and sent it crashing to the street below. As the phone struck the pavement, it shattered spilling its contents of nickels, dimes, and quarters. Quickly the man began scooping up the handfuls of change shoving them into his pocket.
A sound caught his attention. He looked in the direction of the sound but saw nothing. Fear showing in his eyes, he hurriedly turned and began to run from the phone booth, leaving a large amount of change untouched. As he ran from the phone booth, he kept glancing back over his shoulder every few seconds to see if he was being followed. He saw no one. Still, he ran as if his very life depended on it. Within seconds the man had disappeared into the darkness of the night.