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Chapter 17 – The Aftermath

"There are going to be a lot of confused people," Prue said.

When everyone, except Piper, looked at her questioningly, she replied. "The last thing I remember is trying to fight off the virus. The entire time I was under full control of the virus, there is a blank spot in my memory. I don't remember anything."

Piper nodded. "Same thing with me."

"Well," Phoebe began. "At least we don't have to worry as much about damage control. Since no one will remember anything that happened, none of them will remember anything about our involvement in this. Which means that we were technically never exposed."

"Yeah, that is a good thing," Prue said.

"The one problem is, what are we going to say to Jack and Dan?" Piper asked.

"Unless you're ready to tell them the truth, I suggest avoiding the subject or running around the truth like usual," Phoebe said in reply.

With that, Piper and Prue ran off to find their boyfriends in all of the commotion. Before they were out of earshot, Piper yelled over her shoulder. "Hey Phoebs, meet us at the club!"

Phoebe nodded, then turned back towards the agents. One problem was definitely taken care of, but another still remained. What if the agents said something about the Halliwells in the case report? Even worse, what if they mentioned something about the Halliwells being the Charmed Ones?

Having known Phoebe long enough to hear unspoken messages loud and clear, Reyes gave Phoebe a reassuring look. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with us."

Phoebe's relief was obvious. She visibly relaxed. "Thanks."

"So," Scully began, "how is any of this possible? How does it all work?"

"You mean the magic?" Phoebe inquired. Scully nodded. "I don't even know the answer to that one. All I know is that it is like everything else out of the ordinary. You have to throw all logic out of the window. There is no way to logically explain everything."

Scully looked over at Mulder to gauge his reaction. "You two would get along pretty well."

"You said you deal with this kind of thing often?" Doggett asked in disbelief.

"Yep. When you're on evil's most wanted list, that's what happens."

There was an awkward silence. None of them knew what to say.

Darryl was the one to break the silence. As soon as he spotted them, he walked over. Phoebe winced when she saw him limping slightly. "You guys okay?" He inquired.

They all nodded.

Darryl took a good look at the agents. He could tell by the bewildered looks on some of the agents' faces that they knew the truth about the Halliwells.

"You'll get used to the idea in time," he told them.

"How long ago did you find out about all of this?" Mulder asked.

"A few months ago. It didn't surprise me when I found out, though. By that point in time, I had seen a demon, and I had known how the Halliwells were mysteriously involved in most, if not all, of the unsolved "freaky" cases. When I found out their secret, it all seemed to click into place."

"It will definitely take a while to sort out everything," Doggett said. "We've seen some pretty weird stuff in our line of work, but there was always doubt. Not to mention the fact that it seems that there is this ongoing battle that I never knew went on."

After a moment of silence, Phoebe asked, "Do you guys want to go to the club? It might help take your mind off of everything."

Darryl shook his head. "I have to take care of things around here." Then, satisfied that everyone was okay, at least physically okay, he walked off.

Phoebe looked over at the agents.

"Why not. We've got nothing better to do," Mulder replied.

"What club is it?" Scully asked.

"P3. Piper owns it," Phoebe replied. "Everything's on the house for friends and family."

"Sounds great," Reyes said, picking up on what Phoebe had said. Phoebe considered them friends.

Mulder, Scully, Doggett, and Reyes were sitting around at the airport waiting for the okay to board the plane.

Phoebe decided to tag along to say goodbye.

"Nonstop flight to D.C. is now boarding," the announcer said.

"Keep in touch," Phoebe said to them.

"We will," Reyes said. "Be careful."

"Don't worry."

They said their goodbyes, and the agents boarded the plane.

Phoebe went back out to her car and drove home. When she walked in the door, she felt that familiar jolt.

Phoebe was standing and talking to Mulder, Scully, Doggett, and Reyes.
They were at some hotel.
Phoebe was holding tickets for a cruise ship.
So were the agents.

Phoebe smiled. She would see her friends again. She didn't know when, but sure enough, she would see them again.

A/N: There's chapter seventeen. This story is now over. I can't believe it! It went by so fast! The sequel will be posted soon. Anyways, as always, hope you liked it!