Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or X-Files. I also don't own the idea behind the virus. That comes from the X-Files movie.
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Louie Pastiche: Thank you for your review! And no, I wasn't hinting at that. I actually wrote a different version of this story a while ago. I decided to rewrite it and post it on this website. When I wrote the original, I hadn't learned about Rasputin yet. That was the best name I could come up with. However, I did realize this as I was writing the chapter. I did try to come up with a different name, but eventually I took the lazy way out and kept the same name.
Gothic Spook: Thank you for your review! Sorry for the long wait.
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Chapter 15 – Preparations
The next morning, Mulder, Scully, and Doggett arrived back at Halliwell manor.
"How is everything?" Doggett asked as Reyes let them in.
"Good. Phoebe's been working on a plan of some kind since late last night," Reyes replied.
At hearing voices, Phoebe walked out into the living room. "Hey," she greeted.
"How's it coming?"
"Well..." Phoebe looked down at the paper she had been writing on. Outside of a spell that she came up with, all that was on the paper was a bunch of doodling. She couldn't come up with anything on the plan front. "I came up with a spell."
"Did you come up with a plan of action?" Mulder asked.
"Not really. I'm not used to flying solo. Besides, most of the time we never really come up with plans. We just go with the flow. On the rare occasion that we do come up with a plan in advance, we often have to abandon it."
"Did you find anything else out that could help?" Scully inquired.
"Pretty much everything that I found, we already knew. The only thing I hadn't been fully sure of before is that the only way to stop the virus is to stop the demon. And, of course, there is no known way to defeat him, for he was only imprisoned before," she replied, quoting the last part.
"Out of curiosity, where do you get your information from?" Mulder asked.
"A family heirloom...the Book of Shadows. It's filled with information of certain aspects of the world of magic, mainly information of the evil beings that any good witch may come across in their lifetime."
"How many have you dealt with since you found out about all of this?" Doggett asked.
Phoebe thought for a second and shrugged. "Way too many to count."
"Have a..." Phoebe began, gesturing for the agents to sit down. Before she could finish, however, her arm brushed up against Reyes, who she had been standing next to. She felt the familiar jolt.
The four agents and Phoebe were standing around the living room like they were now.
Rasptin shimmered in, firing a fireball at the same time.
The fireball hit Mulder and Scully.
They went up in flames.
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Reyes asked, worried. "What happened?"
Phoebe ignored both questions. "All of you have to get out of here now," she said urgently.
"Why? What's going on?" Doggett asked.
"Just trust me on this," Phoebe pleaded.
"Not until you tell us what's going on," Mulder said forcefully.
Phoebe sighed. Then, all in a rush, she explained. "I get premonitions. Sometimes they show the past, but most of the time they show the future. I just had one. The demon came in here, threw a fire ball at you two," she said while pointing towards Mulder and Scully, "and you went up in flames."
Mulder and Scully looked at each other, and then back at Phoebe. Scully spoke up, speaking for both her and Mulder. "We can move out of the way. Besides, I don't care what's going to happen. We're not leaving you here alone when we know that this thing is going to attack."
Phoebe was growing frustrated. She knew that time was running out. "Look... I know what I'm doing... How many demons have you gone up against?" she retorted desperately, knowing what the answer would be.
"Phoebe, I don't doubt that you know what you're doing," Reyes said, "but I have to agree with them. We're not leaving you here alone."
Phoebe felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Knowing that there was no time to continue arguing, she came up with a compromise. "Fine. But please, at least move a safe distance away."
"Phoebe, we're not..."
Phoebe was on full alert. "Please... You have to... NOW!"
Knowing that, at this point, there was no arguing with her, the agents complied. As soon as they were out of the way, Rasptin shimmered in. The fireball that he was throwing disintegrated harmlessly on wall behind where Mulder and Scully had stood only moments before.
"You know," Rasptin began in a deep, scratchy voice, "I could take care of you now very easily. However, I think that a reunion is in order. Besides, I like a challenge. This way, I can brag that I not only took out the powerful Charmed Ones, but that the three of you were together when I did so."
Phoebe could feel herself boiling over with anger. "Getting cocky, are we?" she shot back. "You know, I think that's a major causing factor of the downfall of all the evil we have fought. They get a big head. They underestimate us. We vanquish them."
"That's where you're wrong, witch. I don't underestimate you. I have someone on my side that was defeated by you three. I know exactly what I am dealing with."
"You sure about that?" she retorted. "Besides, do you really think that I would go with you willingly?"
Rasptin held up his hand and produced a fireball, aiming it at the agents, who were staring in shock of what was going on. "How 'bout this. Either you come with me, or your friends die." Rasptin knew he had gotten to Phoebe. He could see her courage falter and change to fear. While it was only for a second, it happened.
"I'll go. Just leave them alone."
Rasptin extinguished the fireball in his hand. He grabbed onto Phoebe.
For the instant before they shimmered out of there, Phoebe looked over at the agents. Through her look, she was communicating with them – not literally, since she's not a telepath –but figuratively. Her one look told them that she was not done fighting...not by a long shot.
Rasptin and Phoebe shimmered out of the room.
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter fifteen. I hate to say it, but this story is coming to a close. Only two chapters left. But shortly after this story is over, I will start posting the sequel. I will be adding another show into the mix. If anyone is interested in seeing the summary, it is now in my bio under upcoming stories. Oh, and I apologize in advance for the spell. I suck at writing poems, which is pretty much what they are, so...uh...yeah. Anyways, hope you liked it!
Superfan: Thank you for your review!
Louie Pastiche: Thank you for your review! And no, I wasn't hinting at that. I actually wrote a different version of this story a while ago. I decided to rewrite it and post it on this website. When I wrote the original, I hadn't learned about Rasputin yet. That was the best name I could come up with. However, I did realize this as I was writing the chapter. I did try to come up with a different name, but eventually I took the lazy way out and kept the same name.
Gothic Spook: Thank you for your review! Sorry for the long wait.
charmedfanatic3000: Thank you for your review!
Chapter 15 – Preparations
The next morning, Mulder, Scully, and Doggett arrived back at Halliwell manor.
"How is everything?" Doggett asked as Reyes let them in.
"Good. Phoebe's been working on a plan of some kind since late last night," Reyes replied.
At hearing voices, Phoebe walked out into the living room. "Hey," she greeted.
"How's it coming?"
"Well..." Phoebe looked down at the paper she had been writing on. Outside of a spell that she came up with, all that was on the paper was a bunch of doodling. She couldn't come up with anything on the plan front. "I came up with a spell."
"Did you come up with a plan of action?" Mulder asked.
"Not really. I'm not used to flying solo. Besides, most of the time we never really come up with plans. We just go with the flow. On the rare occasion that we do come up with a plan in advance, we often have to abandon it."
"Did you find anything else out that could help?" Scully inquired.
"Pretty much everything that I found, we already knew. The only thing I hadn't been fully sure of before is that the only way to stop the virus is to stop the demon. And, of course, there is no known way to defeat him, for he was only imprisoned before," she replied, quoting the last part.
"Out of curiosity, where do you get your information from?" Mulder asked.
"A family heirloom...the Book of Shadows. It's filled with information of certain aspects of the world of magic, mainly information of the evil beings that any good witch may come across in their lifetime."
"How many have you dealt with since you found out about all of this?" Doggett asked.
Phoebe thought for a second and shrugged. "Way too many to count."
"Have a..." Phoebe began, gesturing for the agents to sit down. Before she could finish, however, her arm brushed up against Reyes, who she had been standing next to. She felt the familiar jolt.
The four agents and Phoebe were standing around the living room like they were now.
Rasptin shimmered in, firing a fireball at the same time.
The fireball hit Mulder and Scully.
They went up in flames.
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Reyes asked, worried. "What happened?"
Phoebe ignored both questions. "All of you have to get out of here now," she said urgently.
"Why? What's going on?" Doggett asked.
"Just trust me on this," Phoebe pleaded.
"Not until you tell us what's going on," Mulder said forcefully.
Phoebe sighed. Then, all in a rush, she explained. "I get premonitions. Sometimes they show the past, but most of the time they show the future. I just had one. The demon came in here, threw a fire ball at you two," she said while pointing towards Mulder and Scully, "and you went up in flames."
Mulder and Scully looked at each other, and then back at Phoebe. Scully spoke up, speaking for both her and Mulder. "We can move out of the way. Besides, I don't care what's going to happen. We're not leaving you here alone when we know that this thing is going to attack."
Phoebe was growing frustrated. She knew that time was running out. "Look... I know what I'm doing... How many demons have you gone up against?" she retorted desperately, knowing what the answer would be.
"Phoebe, I don't doubt that you know what you're doing," Reyes said, "but I have to agree with them. We're not leaving you here alone."
Phoebe felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Knowing that there was no time to continue arguing, she came up with a compromise. "Fine. But please, at least move a safe distance away."
"Phoebe, we're not..."
Phoebe was on full alert. "Please... You have to... NOW!"
Knowing that, at this point, there was no arguing with her, the agents complied. As soon as they were out of the way, Rasptin shimmered in. The fireball that he was throwing disintegrated harmlessly on wall behind where Mulder and Scully had stood only moments before.
"You know," Rasptin began in a deep, scratchy voice, "I could take care of you now very easily. However, I think that a reunion is in order. Besides, I like a challenge. This way, I can brag that I not only took out the powerful Charmed Ones, but that the three of you were together when I did so."
Phoebe could feel herself boiling over with anger. "Getting cocky, are we?" she shot back. "You know, I think that's a major causing factor of the downfall of all the evil we have fought. They get a big head. They underestimate us. We vanquish them."
"That's where you're wrong, witch. I don't underestimate you. I have someone on my side that was defeated by you three. I know exactly what I am dealing with."
"You sure about that?" she retorted. "Besides, do you really think that I would go with you willingly?"
Rasptin held up his hand and produced a fireball, aiming it at the agents, who were staring in shock of what was going on. "How 'bout this. Either you come with me, or your friends die." Rasptin knew he had gotten to Phoebe. He could see her courage falter and change to fear. While it was only for a second, it happened.
"I'll go. Just leave them alone."
Rasptin extinguished the fireball in his hand. He grabbed onto Phoebe.
For the instant before they shimmered out of there, Phoebe looked over at the agents. Through her look, she was communicating with them – not literally, since she's not a telepath –but figuratively. Her one look told them that she was not done fighting...not by a long shot.
Rasptin and Phoebe shimmered out of the room.
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter fifteen. I hate to say it, but this story is coming to a close. Only two chapters left. But shortly after this story is over, I will start posting the sequel. I will be adding another show into the mix. If anyone is interested in seeing the summary, it is now in my bio under upcoming stories. Oh, and I apologize in advance for the spell. I suck at writing poems, which is pretty much what they are, so...uh...yeah. Anyways, hope you liked it!