Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who reviewed. I really have no idea
where this story is going. I am currently working on another Charmed fic,
but I am sadly having a bit of writer's block. "A Magical Future" kind of
popped into my head and I decided to work on that whereas I am still having
ideas. Honestly, I don't think this story is great as my others ("Letters"
and "Forgive Me", which I recommend you read, but I warn you to have a
tissue handy, they seem to make many cry). If this story isn't up to par
with my others, than please forgive me, but every writer has their down
days where they create okay and/or sucky stories (but every writer is their
own worst critic, so you can tell me if I am wrong). Anyway, I seem to
have rambled enough in this little author's note, so I am going to go ahead
and give you the next four chapters of the story. Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Waking Up in the Future
Piper turned over in bed, waking from a peaceful sleep that she did not want to end. She knew that waking up meant that there would be school to attend and school meant just another day in her boring life. It was as she pulled back her covers to get up that she realized that someone else was in her bed.
"Oh my god!" she shouted, jumping from her bed. She tripped herself as she pulled her legs from the sheets and fell hard onto the floor, waking the other person. With frightened eyes, Piper realized it was a man, and crawled away as he got up from the bed.
"Piper, what's the matter?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Seeing her on the floor and afraid, he moved closer to her, genuinely worried.
"How...how do you know my name and what are you doing in my room?" she demanded, getting to her feet.
"Your name?" the man laughed. "Piper, what's going on?"
He began to move closer, causing Piper to back herself into the bedroom door. It was as she was cornered that she noticed how her room looked different. Her posters were no longer on her walls and the furniture was all wrong, even were the shape and size of the room. Closing her eyes and taking a break, Piper sank to her knees.
"Where am I?" she asked, her head falling into her hands.
"You're home," the man answered. "In your room."
"This is not my room and this is not my house." Quickly, she was at her feet again and opened the door and ran down the hall, calling back behind her as she heard the man follow her. "Stay away from me!"
Piper ran down the hall and stairs and stopped in the foyer of the house. She stared at everything and saw that she really was in her house. Everything was in its place, nothing looked different. Walking over to the mirror that hung on the wall by the door, Piper's eyes grew wide when she saw her reflection.
"I'm...I'm older?" she asked herself. She gazed down at her hands and at her body and realized that she had grown a little over the night and that her body had matured a bit more. Then she saw her hand, her left hand and saw the ring on her finger. "Oh my god..."
"Piper, what has gotten into you?"
She turned and standing beside her was the man from the bedroom. Being as confused and lost as she was, Piper knew that she had nothing to loose and moved closer to him.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"I thought I already told you," he answered. "You're home."
"And I am really Piper Halliwell?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
At this, the man's expression turned somewhat grim. "You don't know?"
"Would I be asking if I did?" she snapped, causing the man to go aback. "Listen," Piper began, her tone softening, "something really strange has happened. The last thing I remember was going to bed last night and last night I was sixteen years old."
The man sighed. "I see."
"So, who are you?"
"I'm Leo, your husband."
Piper turned around and faced the door. She could feel her cheeks blushing a bright pink. Her husband? Heart pounding in her chest, she looked back at him and smiled, a bit sheepishly.
"My husband? You mean we are married?"
"For almost ten years now," Leo told her.
Walking into the living room, Piper took a seat on the couch and rested her head on her hand. "I have to be dreaming."
"Actually, I think this is more than that," Leo said, sitting next to her on the couch.
"Oh, and if this is not a dream then where am I?" she asked, sarcastically.
"The future."
Chapter Three: Waking Up in the Future
Piper turned over in bed, waking from a peaceful sleep that she did not want to end. She knew that waking up meant that there would be school to attend and school meant just another day in her boring life. It was as she pulled back her covers to get up that she realized that someone else was in her bed.
"Oh my god!" she shouted, jumping from her bed. She tripped herself as she pulled her legs from the sheets and fell hard onto the floor, waking the other person. With frightened eyes, Piper realized it was a man, and crawled away as he got up from the bed.
"Piper, what's the matter?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Seeing her on the floor and afraid, he moved closer to her, genuinely worried.
"How...how do you know my name and what are you doing in my room?" she demanded, getting to her feet.
"Your name?" the man laughed. "Piper, what's going on?"
He began to move closer, causing Piper to back herself into the bedroom door. It was as she was cornered that she noticed how her room looked different. Her posters were no longer on her walls and the furniture was all wrong, even were the shape and size of the room. Closing her eyes and taking a break, Piper sank to her knees.
"Where am I?" she asked, her head falling into her hands.
"You're home," the man answered. "In your room."
"This is not my room and this is not my house." Quickly, she was at her feet again and opened the door and ran down the hall, calling back behind her as she heard the man follow her. "Stay away from me!"
Piper ran down the hall and stairs and stopped in the foyer of the house. She stared at everything and saw that she really was in her house. Everything was in its place, nothing looked different. Walking over to the mirror that hung on the wall by the door, Piper's eyes grew wide when she saw her reflection.
"I'm...I'm older?" she asked herself. She gazed down at her hands and at her body and realized that she had grown a little over the night and that her body had matured a bit more. Then she saw her hand, her left hand and saw the ring on her finger. "Oh my god..."
"Piper, what has gotten into you?"
She turned and standing beside her was the man from the bedroom. Being as confused and lost as she was, Piper knew that she had nothing to loose and moved closer to him.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"I thought I already told you," he answered. "You're home."
"And I am really Piper Halliwell?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
At this, the man's expression turned somewhat grim. "You don't know?"
"Would I be asking if I did?" she snapped, causing the man to go aback. "Listen," Piper began, her tone softening, "something really strange has happened. The last thing I remember was going to bed last night and last night I was sixteen years old."
The man sighed. "I see."
"So, who are you?"
"I'm Leo, your husband."
Piper turned around and faced the door. She could feel her cheeks blushing a bright pink. Her husband? Heart pounding in her chest, she looked back at him and smiled, a bit sheepishly.
"My husband? You mean we are married?"
"For almost ten years now," Leo told her.
Walking into the living room, Piper took a seat on the couch and rested her head on her hand. "I have to be dreaming."
"Actually, I think this is more than that," Leo said, sitting next to her on the couch.
"Oh, and if this is not a dream then where am I?" she asked, sarcastically.
"The future."