A/N: Welcome back!! Thanx a ton to LstCharmed1, PIPER, piper*halliwell11
and Charmed Faerie for reviewing!! The comments are great! And yes, for
Faerie, that was the Source.
Anyway, we don't want to be playing favorites, but Sammy owes a special thanx to reviewer Roxie. She read and reviewed not just this story, but all of Sammy's other three stories. Roxie, you're the best!!!
And to anyone, if you ever wanna chat it up about Charmed or any of Sammy's other fics, you can AIM her at samjov.
So. . . without further ado. . . the next chapter! For those keeping score, this one's from Phoebe's POV. Thanx and enjoy!!!
~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
I could suddenly move again as the handsome young man disappeared. It had seemed like something was keeping me in place, making me do what he said. I shook my head, trying to clear the feeling away, and looked at Mom and Grams. They glanced at each other, dread in their eyes. "Sit down, girls," Mom said. "We've got some explaining to do." Numb with shock, Piper and I dropped onto the couch.
"First thing's first," Mom began in a very serious tone. "Exactly what hap." The front door suddenly banged open and closed again. Paige hurried into the living room, tears streaming down her face. Mom rushed to her side and asked her what had happened.
"He tried to kill me!" Paige cried. "He wasn't himself though. It's like he went crazy, called me a witch and said something about powers. Then these weird blue lights flashed in front of me, and the knife went right through me! So I ran, I just." The rest of her story was cut off in sobs. Mom gripped her in a tight hug and shot Grams a concerned look.
"Blue lights?" asked Grams. "There's something else going on here." Grams stood and picked up Piper's favorite glass vase from the mantle. To everyone's surprise, she threw it across the room.
"Grams!" Piper yelled, throwing up her hands in surprise. A collective gasp ran through the room as the vase stopped in midair. I watched as Grams plucked the vase out of the air and put it back in its place.
"Well," Grams said, turning to face Piper and me. Paige sat down next to me, drying her eyes with a tissue. "Who has been in the attic recently?"
The room was silent until I whispered, "I have."
"What did you do in the attic, Phoebe?" Mom asked gently.
I told them the story of the mysterious book. "But I didn't mean to do anything!" I added at the end. Then, cautiously, "Did I do something?"
Grams and Mom sighed. "Yes, you did," Grams said. "Girls, we're witches, with real magical powers. And now, apparently, so are you."
Piper, Paige and I erupted into objections. "Witches are for Halloween, magic doesn't exist." We were suddenly stunned into silence as Piper's vase went flying across the room again, this time with no one touching it.
"That's my power," said Grams. Suddenly, the vase froze again in the air.
"And that's mine," Mom stated. "From what we've seen already, Paige you can orb- the blue lights- and you should have some form of telekinesis. Piper, you can stop time, as we've already seen. And Phoebe, I don't know where it came from, but apparently you can see the future."
"Patty," Grams said to Mom. "You do know what this means, don't you?"
"Yes," Mom said, looking down at us and smiling. "My girls are the Charmed Ones."
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Anyway, we don't want to be playing favorites, but Sammy owes a special thanx to reviewer Roxie. She read and reviewed not just this story, but all of Sammy's other three stories. Roxie, you're the best!!!
And to anyone, if you ever wanna chat it up about Charmed or any of Sammy's other fics, you can AIM her at samjov.
So. . . without further ado. . . the next chapter! For those keeping score, this one's from Phoebe's POV. Thanx and enjoy!!!
~Jen/Sammy/Mandie
I could suddenly move again as the handsome young man disappeared. It had seemed like something was keeping me in place, making me do what he said. I shook my head, trying to clear the feeling away, and looked at Mom and Grams. They glanced at each other, dread in their eyes. "Sit down, girls," Mom said. "We've got some explaining to do." Numb with shock, Piper and I dropped onto the couch.
"First thing's first," Mom began in a very serious tone. "Exactly what hap." The front door suddenly banged open and closed again. Paige hurried into the living room, tears streaming down her face. Mom rushed to her side and asked her what had happened.
"He tried to kill me!" Paige cried. "He wasn't himself though. It's like he went crazy, called me a witch and said something about powers. Then these weird blue lights flashed in front of me, and the knife went right through me! So I ran, I just." The rest of her story was cut off in sobs. Mom gripped her in a tight hug and shot Grams a concerned look.
"Blue lights?" asked Grams. "There's something else going on here." Grams stood and picked up Piper's favorite glass vase from the mantle. To everyone's surprise, she threw it across the room.
"Grams!" Piper yelled, throwing up her hands in surprise. A collective gasp ran through the room as the vase stopped in midair. I watched as Grams plucked the vase out of the air and put it back in its place.
"Well," Grams said, turning to face Piper and me. Paige sat down next to me, drying her eyes with a tissue. "Who has been in the attic recently?"
The room was silent until I whispered, "I have."
"What did you do in the attic, Phoebe?" Mom asked gently.
I told them the story of the mysterious book. "But I didn't mean to do anything!" I added at the end. Then, cautiously, "Did I do something?"
Grams and Mom sighed. "Yes, you did," Grams said. "Girls, we're witches, with real magical powers. And now, apparently, so are you."
Piper, Paige and I erupted into objections. "Witches are for Halloween, magic doesn't exist." We were suddenly stunned into silence as Piper's vase went flying across the room again, this time with no one touching it.
"That's my power," said Grams. Suddenly, the vase froze again in the air.
"And that's mine," Mom stated. "From what we've seen already, Paige you can orb- the blue lights- and you should have some form of telekinesis. Piper, you can stop time, as we've already seen. And Phoebe, I don't know where it came from, but apparently you can see the future."
"Patty," Grams said to Mom. "You do know what this means, don't you?"
"Yes," Mom said, looking down at us and smiling. "My girls are the Charmed Ones."
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