A/N: Thanks to Anarra, Piperlover/leo, Piper+leo4eva, Sci fi fan, line100,
bob-the-bear, cheeca, Piper15 and Charmed123 for reviewing the last
chapter. I now have the most reviews I've ever had so thank you all so
much! Hope you all enjoy this...
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~*Chapter12*~
Phoebe stood by the window still, gazing across the aftermath of what had just happened. Journalists were furiously describing the events in their notebooks, Photographer's flash bulbs were flashing every few seconds as the square of car park that Leo had stood on was recaptured time after time. Television reporters made their comments into hand held TV cameras, adjusting everything slightly so that they were the victims. Phoebe's heart was racing as she watched the scene below. Her head and heart were in constant conflict. Her mind was in disbelief at what Leo had done but then her heart took control and she realized that had the situation been reversed, she would have done exactly the same thing, and, having felt the reasoning behind his decision, that meant she could not blame him for what he did.
Piper was sitting on her bed, her children before her. As she watched them play her mind was running away with her thoughts. Unsurprisingly they were all dwelling on the same subject: Leo. As one part of her raged at the thought that he had just made their situation worse, another part, the part that saw the love and reason behind his actions, suppressed it. She was so confused though. Her only knowledge of the events that led up to her being in the hospital, and their lives exposed, came entirely from what her sisters had told her. It was enough information so she could grasp what they were talking about but it wasn't the same as remembering it herself. She needed to know the experiences that she had felt during the attack. Without that knowledge she couldn't relate anything she was told to what she felt, she couldn't make sense of it all and she couldn't fully understand her family's reactions. It frustrated her to know that she should feel what they were feeling and she felt robbed to know that she didn't; to know that she had no recollection of a series of events that had affected them so deeply.
Her mind stopped as soon as she heard the door open. All her attention was focused on it and the tension and anticipation in the room was strong it almost clouded everything she felt. Darryl walked in first, he almost looked embarrassed, and behind him Leo followed, shutting the door behind him. No one spoke; they didn't need to, least of all Leo. His eyes conveyed what his throat was too blocked by emotion to say. His gaze flitted around the room, trying to gauge some sort of reaction but he was so confused. He didn't even know if he had done the right thing so he couldn't even begin to know if his family had thought he had. All he knew was that at the time it felt like the only thing he could do; what he had to do. Adrenalin still coursed through his body, fresh from what he had just done. His vision mixed with the present and images from the recent past. The thing that stuck in his mind the most was the fear of the crowds. He had never expected it to be so strong, so direct. But it was what it was all the same, whether he had expected it or not.
Piper looked at her husband and her heart ached. He looked so dejected, so lost and she knew what she had to do. Lifting Wyatt to one side, she climbed out of her hospital bed and walked over to Leo. She wrapped her arms around him comforting him like he had comforted her so many times before. He welcomed her gratefully, sensing her understanding and concern for him. As she pulled away she led him back over to the bed. He sat on it, pulling Melinda on to his knee. Piper sat near him, placing Wyatt on her knee. Almost immediately the tension in the room began to ebb away as they saw the family acting perfectly normal with one another.
"So, what now?"
Paige broke the silence. No conversation was needed about what happened in the car park at the hospital. They all understood Leo; he knew that and they knew he knew it too. Various ideas were discussed in answer to Paige's question ranging from the mildly sensible (Paige's suggestion that they just try and live with it "How hard can it be?") to the plain ridiculous (Phoebe's idea of "Leo and Paige can orb us all to the moon, it'll be fun....as a lat resort I mean!").
As the conversation glided along, Wyatt and Melinda played together. Melinda practiced her recently acquired power of telepathy on her brother. As she was only little, she couldn't exactly read his thoughts, it was more like she saw images of them, and of memories. Unfortunately for Wyatt, Melinda had just seen an image of Wyatt a few weeks ago in the kitchen of the manor, orbing himself a cookie from the jar on the counter.
"Cookie!!" Melinda exclaimed happily, only Wyatt heard her though as the adults were caught up in the flow of their conversation. He knew exactly what she meant, and he didn't like it; not one bit. He leaned across the bed and tugged on his mom's arm. Piper turned to look at him.
"What is it honey?"
"Make her forget, mommy. Make Melinda forget what she saw."
Piper looked at his little face and pulled him into a hug. "Sweetie, we can't just make people forget things because we want them too. It doesn't work like that...or does it?!?"
The last bit of what she said was directed at the adults in the room, not at Wyatt. A new plan had begun to formulate in their heads. It was risky and required a lot of power but they might just be able to pull it off, and if they did it would definitely solve their problems.
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A/N: Please review if you liked it and sorry it took a while to update
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~*Chapter12*~
Phoebe stood by the window still, gazing across the aftermath of what had just happened. Journalists were furiously describing the events in their notebooks, Photographer's flash bulbs were flashing every few seconds as the square of car park that Leo had stood on was recaptured time after time. Television reporters made their comments into hand held TV cameras, adjusting everything slightly so that they were the victims. Phoebe's heart was racing as she watched the scene below. Her head and heart were in constant conflict. Her mind was in disbelief at what Leo had done but then her heart took control and she realized that had the situation been reversed, she would have done exactly the same thing, and, having felt the reasoning behind his decision, that meant she could not blame him for what he did.
Piper was sitting on her bed, her children before her. As she watched them play her mind was running away with her thoughts. Unsurprisingly they were all dwelling on the same subject: Leo. As one part of her raged at the thought that he had just made their situation worse, another part, the part that saw the love and reason behind his actions, suppressed it. She was so confused though. Her only knowledge of the events that led up to her being in the hospital, and their lives exposed, came entirely from what her sisters had told her. It was enough information so she could grasp what they were talking about but it wasn't the same as remembering it herself. She needed to know the experiences that she had felt during the attack. Without that knowledge she couldn't relate anything she was told to what she felt, she couldn't make sense of it all and she couldn't fully understand her family's reactions. It frustrated her to know that she should feel what they were feeling and she felt robbed to know that she didn't; to know that she had no recollection of a series of events that had affected them so deeply.
Her mind stopped as soon as she heard the door open. All her attention was focused on it and the tension and anticipation in the room was strong it almost clouded everything she felt. Darryl walked in first, he almost looked embarrassed, and behind him Leo followed, shutting the door behind him. No one spoke; they didn't need to, least of all Leo. His eyes conveyed what his throat was too blocked by emotion to say. His gaze flitted around the room, trying to gauge some sort of reaction but he was so confused. He didn't even know if he had done the right thing so he couldn't even begin to know if his family had thought he had. All he knew was that at the time it felt like the only thing he could do; what he had to do. Adrenalin still coursed through his body, fresh from what he had just done. His vision mixed with the present and images from the recent past. The thing that stuck in his mind the most was the fear of the crowds. He had never expected it to be so strong, so direct. But it was what it was all the same, whether he had expected it or not.
Piper looked at her husband and her heart ached. He looked so dejected, so lost and she knew what she had to do. Lifting Wyatt to one side, she climbed out of her hospital bed and walked over to Leo. She wrapped her arms around him comforting him like he had comforted her so many times before. He welcomed her gratefully, sensing her understanding and concern for him. As she pulled away she led him back over to the bed. He sat on it, pulling Melinda on to his knee. Piper sat near him, placing Wyatt on her knee. Almost immediately the tension in the room began to ebb away as they saw the family acting perfectly normal with one another.
"So, what now?"
Paige broke the silence. No conversation was needed about what happened in the car park at the hospital. They all understood Leo; he knew that and they knew he knew it too. Various ideas were discussed in answer to Paige's question ranging from the mildly sensible (Paige's suggestion that they just try and live with it "How hard can it be?") to the plain ridiculous (Phoebe's idea of "Leo and Paige can orb us all to the moon, it'll be fun....as a lat resort I mean!").
As the conversation glided along, Wyatt and Melinda played together. Melinda practiced her recently acquired power of telepathy on her brother. As she was only little, she couldn't exactly read his thoughts, it was more like she saw images of them, and of memories. Unfortunately for Wyatt, Melinda had just seen an image of Wyatt a few weeks ago in the kitchen of the manor, orbing himself a cookie from the jar on the counter.
"Cookie!!" Melinda exclaimed happily, only Wyatt heard her though as the adults were caught up in the flow of their conversation. He knew exactly what she meant, and he didn't like it; not one bit. He leaned across the bed and tugged on his mom's arm. Piper turned to look at him.
"What is it honey?"
"Make her forget, mommy. Make Melinda forget what she saw."
Piper looked at his little face and pulled him into a hug. "Sweetie, we can't just make people forget things because we want them too. It doesn't work like that...or does it?!?"
The last bit of what she said was directed at the adults in the room, not at Wyatt. A new plan had begun to formulate in their heads. It was risky and required a lot of power but they might just be able to pull it off, and if they did it would definitely solve their problems.
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A/N: Please review if you liked it and sorry it took a while to update