CHILD OF THE WHITELIGHTER
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Charmed characters, although it would be nice to own Leo. (wink wink) The characters Caiti, her friends, and her mother Jeanne are my own creation; please don't use them without asking me first.
CHAPTER ONE
"Caiti, wake up!"
Caitlin Bryant Dorian woke up with a start, and called "I'll be out in a sec" to her mother. The blonde haired, blue eyed 18 year old snapped her fingers, and watched with delight as the comforter flew off her body and onto the end of the bed. "That's better than last week," Caiti thought, remembering when she caused the comforter to fly off her bed and into the bookshelf. She smiled as she thought of the day ahead of her. Today was the big day, the day her band had an audition at a local club, and the best part was that her mother had promised to be there to cheer her and the other members of Awakened at Dawn sing their hearts out onstage for the first time. "But first," she thought, "I have to get ready, and to get ready, I need to get out of bed!" Caiti climbed out of her bed and plodded down the hall to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. When she had finished, she snapped her fingers and was in her room again. Another snap of the fingers and her hair and body were dried, one more snap and she was dressed in a black spaghetti strap tank top with pink curlicues and a pair of black jeans, her "official bandwear," as her and her friends called the outfits they wore when they performed. Suddenly blue and white light orbs appeared in her room, and her mother was standing in front of her. Jeanne Williams Dorian had taken care of her daughter ever since her husband had been killed in a car accident back in Pennsylvania. Even her own death in a car accident 3 months after she moved her and Caiti to San Francisco had not hindered her careful watch over her daughter, due to the Powers That Be giving her the job of being her daughter's whitelighter. The accident had left her unrecognizable in death, and as she had no ID on her at the time, no one knew that she was the unrecognizable Jane Doe from the accident, making her job all the more easier. Jeanne looked at her daughter and smiled, thinking of how she looked like her father, who she had not seen since the day Caiti was conceived and who had been a whitelighter with clipped wings at the time, but had recovered his powers and never knew about Caiti's existence, and wondered where he was.
"So," said Jeanne. "Your first big audition, and at a real club too. You must be nervous."
Caiti smiled. Her mother always knew what she was feeling. She guessed it was part of being a whitelighter. "I'm not just nervous, Mom. I'm beyond nervous, if there's anything that goes beyond nervousness."
Jeanne walked over to her daughter and took her hand, patting it lovingly. Then, in a flash of blue and white orbs, she took her daughter down to the garage so they could get a move on, as Caiti sometimes said. While Jeanne opened the garage door and started her new Mustang Convertible- a different Mustang from the one that was totaled in the car accident, this time remembering her seatbelt, something she had started to do only since the accident-Caiti went into the side room to get her baby blue and white electric guitar, and after finding its case, loaded it into the trunk of the Mustang, and got in on the passenger side, buckling her seatbelt. As they pulled out of the Mustang's side of the garage, they passed a VW Van painted blue with clouds, Caiti's car, or "The Cloudmobile" as they had christened it.
"So, are Janna, Mike, Jacob, Lucy, and Serena going to meet you there?" asked Jeanne as they started to drive away.
"Yeah, they're taking Mike's Caravan so they have room for the drum kit and the guitars. Mike called ahead and found out that the club already has speakers and microphones, so we don't need to use his speakers or Lucy's microphones."
"Ok, now that that's straightened out, on to the next question. Do you have the club's name and address with you, so we know where we're going?"
Caiti held up a piece of paper with some writing on it. "Right here mom, got it right here."
"So, what's this club's name Caiti?"
Caiti looked at the scrap of paper in her hand that had the name and address of the club on it and replied, "P3."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Charmed characters, although it would be nice to own Leo. (wink wink) The characters Caiti, her friends, and her mother Jeanne are my own creation; please don't use them without asking me first.
CHAPTER ONE
"Caiti, wake up!"
Caitlin Bryant Dorian woke up with a start, and called "I'll be out in a sec" to her mother. The blonde haired, blue eyed 18 year old snapped her fingers, and watched with delight as the comforter flew off her body and onto the end of the bed. "That's better than last week," Caiti thought, remembering when she caused the comforter to fly off her bed and into the bookshelf. She smiled as she thought of the day ahead of her. Today was the big day, the day her band had an audition at a local club, and the best part was that her mother had promised to be there to cheer her and the other members of Awakened at Dawn sing their hearts out onstage for the first time. "But first," she thought, "I have to get ready, and to get ready, I need to get out of bed!" Caiti climbed out of her bed and plodded down the hall to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. When she had finished, she snapped her fingers and was in her room again. Another snap of the fingers and her hair and body were dried, one more snap and she was dressed in a black spaghetti strap tank top with pink curlicues and a pair of black jeans, her "official bandwear," as her and her friends called the outfits they wore when they performed. Suddenly blue and white light orbs appeared in her room, and her mother was standing in front of her. Jeanne Williams Dorian had taken care of her daughter ever since her husband had been killed in a car accident back in Pennsylvania. Even her own death in a car accident 3 months after she moved her and Caiti to San Francisco had not hindered her careful watch over her daughter, due to the Powers That Be giving her the job of being her daughter's whitelighter. The accident had left her unrecognizable in death, and as she had no ID on her at the time, no one knew that she was the unrecognizable Jane Doe from the accident, making her job all the more easier. Jeanne looked at her daughter and smiled, thinking of how she looked like her father, who she had not seen since the day Caiti was conceived and who had been a whitelighter with clipped wings at the time, but had recovered his powers and never knew about Caiti's existence, and wondered where he was.
"So," said Jeanne. "Your first big audition, and at a real club too. You must be nervous."
Caiti smiled. Her mother always knew what she was feeling. She guessed it was part of being a whitelighter. "I'm not just nervous, Mom. I'm beyond nervous, if there's anything that goes beyond nervousness."
Jeanne walked over to her daughter and took her hand, patting it lovingly. Then, in a flash of blue and white orbs, she took her daughter down to the garage so they could get a move on, as Caiti sometimes said. While Jeanne opened the garage door and started her new Mustang Convertible- a different Mustang from the one that was totaled in the car accident, this time remembering her seatbelt, something she had started to do only since the accident-Caiti went into the side room to get her baby blue and white electric guitar, and after finding its case, loaded it into the trunk of the Mustang, and got in on the passenger side, buckling her seatbelt. As they pulled out of the Mustang's side of the garage, they passed a VW Van painted blue with clouds, Caiti's car, or "The Cloudmobile" as they had christened it.
"So, are Janna, Mike, Jacob, Lucy, and Serena going to meet you there?" asked Jeanne as they started to drive away.
"Yeah, they're taking Mike's Caravan so they have room for the drum kit and the guitars. Mike called ahead and found out that the club already has speakers and microphones, so we don't need to use his speakers or Lucy's microphones."
"Ok, now that that's straightened out, on to the next question. Do you have the club's name and address with you, so we know where we're going?"
Caiti held up a piece of paper with some writing on it. "Right here mom, got it right here."
"So, what's this club's name Caiti?"
Caiti looked at the scrap of paper in her hand that had the name and address of the club on it and replied, "P3."