Disclaimer: Even though I wrote this story I own nothing. All of the
characters belong to whoever owns Charmed which I think is Warner Brothers
studios but I'm not sure. Anyway point is I really own nothing. Well not
nothing really if I think about it I own a few things. checks pockets
well I've got a bus ticket and YAY five bucks anyway I own no charmed
characters EXCEPT for Prue, Vanessa, Lisa Wenwen and the pigtail girl at
the moment (perhaps more children will come) if anyone wants to use any of
my characters please be my guest but just tell me you want to use them
first. Anyway enjoy.
A/N: I really don't have much to write so I suppose I'm just going to say thank you to anyone who bothered to read my story and if you are reading this right now could you PLEASE review it for me because this is my first story and I really want to see what people think. Even if it is a bad review I'm fine with that. I need reviews so I know whether to write anymore. Any suggestions about the story or powers that they possess is much appreciated. Anyway thanks for reading hope you enjoy it!
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"Chris....?" Prue turned and looked suspiciously at him.
"I kinda... well, what happened was... well it was all pretty quick but um I might have... accidentally um" he raised a hand and rubbed his neck while he clucked his tongue and looked vaguely in the distance. "Look I orbed into her toilet cubicle and she saw me so I erased her memory"
Prue burst out laughing. Giggling uncontrollably she manage to choke out "You... her... toilet...idiot"
He glared at her. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident." She continued to laugh and he glared darkly at her "It wasn't my fault." She kept laughing. "Seriously it really isn't that funny"
"Oh but it really is" she wiped her eyes from the tears she had shed while laughing trying to stop.
"Shut up!" he attempted to merely push her but couldn't control his emotions. He let out a gasp as Prue was telekinetically lifted from the ground and thrown into the wall.
"Prue!" he ran to her "I'm so sorry are you okay?" He grabbed her outstretched hand and yanked her to her feet trying to check for any injuries he had caused.
"Chris...."
Still holding her hand he swirled her so that he could see if there was any injuries on her back. "God, Prue," swirling her back he hugged her. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. It was fast" his words were muffled by her t-shirt.
"Chris... you're...choking me,"
"What? Oh I'm sorry" releasing her panting slightly. "I didn't mean to. I mean I was just going to... wasn't going to use magic," he babbled. She smiled and patted his arm softly.
"Chris, demons throw me into walls every day. I'm sure I'm gonna live."
"Are you sure you don't want any healing?" he asked
"What for my bruised ego? Yeah I'm sure it could use some healing but I really dunno if dad would come down just for that," she smiled again at him and rolled her eyes at his face. "I'm okay. Really I'm absolutely fine; not even a scratch. Stop worrying. You are just way overprotective." She muttered the end as an afterthought then looked up at his apprehensive face again. "I'm not going to faint any time soon. I am fine but she isn't. Lets get her memory back and then you can submit yourself to being my personal slave. Okay." She raised her eyebrows and gave him a mock punch in the arm.
"Your slave? Clean your room. No way, there'd be that many potions I'd probably end up being a blind leper before I'm half way through" he teased while rubbing his arm as though it really hurt.
She rolled her eyes at him and walked to the little girl. Offering a hand she softly crooned, "It's okay remember me? I helped you in the toilets. We're going to get your memory back now."
"Really? I hope you can," the girl looked at her then down at the ground; a sole tear coursing its way down her cheek. Prue turned to glare at Chris for doing such a thing to such a small girl but he was focused intently on the girl and although she cleared her throat to get his attention he just continued to look at the little girl with a look of wonder, his mouth started to droop slightly. Whipping her head round she was startled to see that the little girl was morphing. Slowly her features were moving and changing. Her hair was changing to a chocolate brown and her face widened and developed a warm reddish glow. The petite long nose was fattening and turning upwards. When the transformation was finally complete Pythia Halliwell stood and looked intently at her flabbergasted cousins.
"Can you get my memory back? Please I don't even know who I am." She muttered sadly.
"Oh, this is bad, this is really, really bad" Prue said her mouth wide open and her eyes never leaving her cousins face. "No demons better attack or we're officially screwed" Finally tearing her eyes away from her cousin she looked at Chris. "You do remember the spell you cast on her?"
"Um... Yeah of course" he laughed nervously as Prue eyed him
"And it is....," she prompted gently
He looked at the ground for a few moment then looked up at her, exhaled slightly and licked his lips "I call upon the Powers of the sky Hear me and my sacred plea Let all memories of this die And let this innocent girl be free"
Prue cocked her head and clucked her tongue "Powers of the sky I call upon thee Anol this magic let it be," she recited raising her hands creating a large fireball to waver over her head. Slowly the ball seemed to be taken from her grasp and floated to the top of the girls head. Swirling round and round the fire engulfed the twelve year old and then disappeared.
"Pyth, are you okay?" Chris asked uncertainly.
She looked at him "Chris, why did you orb in on me?" confused she looked around "how did I get here?"
"I didn't mean to orb in on you. I just kinda um well... I suppose you could say read my map wrong." He nodded to himself. "Anyway why did you morph?"
"I was in there to get away from this black demon. I thought they had walked in on me so it was just automatic reflex. I still don't have it under control."
"I'm sorry. But at least you're okay and I'm okay and we're okay" he smiled and put an arm around her shoulders.
Pythia gently removed his hand from her shoulder and turned to him, tongue in cheek. "Nope. WE'RE not okay. See you're the one who's always going on about not using magic around school and yet who was the one that would've been exposed if I was a normal human" she smiled teasingly at him.
"And the amount of times I've had to save your but from being exposed..."
"WYATT!! CHRIS!! PRUE!! PYTHIA!! COME HERE NOW!" an angry voice screamed.
They all exchanged glances and ran down the stairs.
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Where could they possibly be? It was 5:00 they should have been home an hour ago. No call had come, no quick orb in to explain where they were going. When they did come home she was going to throw them out.
"Aunty Piper," Potter called
Piper turned to see Potter, Phoebe's second child floating in the air looking utterly terrified.
"Potter, get down from there! What are you doing?"
"I can't get down. Help me Aunty Piper."
Piper suppressed a laugh and looked up at her nephew. The tubby ten year old was just coming into his new powers and was always seen flying off somewhere. The little child loved his magic and used it as often as he could however he was afraid of heights and with an uncontrollable power of levitation he was always asking for the nearest person to "get him down". "Sweetie, breathe and visualize. Close your eyes and focus on lowering yourself to the ground." Taking a big breath she demonstrated what she meant by letting it slowly out. "Give it a go"
Potter looked at her doubtfully then glanced down at the ground and let out a little shaky yell. "Arrgh. I'm going higher!"
"Breathe, Potter. Breathe"
The little boy started taking quick little breaths and releasing them like a labored pregnant women. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to descend slowly. Gradually his breaths became deeper as he came closer to the ground. When his feet touched the ground he bounded to his aunt and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sheer relief coursing its way through his body. Piper patted the small boy on the back, then kneeled so she was eye level with him"
"Okay, now you're on the ground and you need to go watch television with Bridget so that Aunty Piper can go back to her worrying."
"But Bridget's a baby she watches baby shows..."
"Potter" Piper looked the young boy sternly in the eye "Bridget is six and she's your baby cousin, so I need you to go look after her okay?"
"Alright" he muttered softly. Slouching his shoulders he started towards the sunroom.
"Okay where are my children?" Piper looked to the sky. They usually have a reason they always have a reason. They orb in and they say whom they're going with unless a demon got them all and that would explain why they took Pythia as well.
"Aunty Piper" Potter called
"Not now Potter. Not now"
Wyatt or Chris would have told her if they were going to go out somewhere with friends. Prue wouldn't she knew that but if Prue had gone off somewhere Wyatt and Chris and Pythia should have come home, but they hadn't. Unless Prue went of somewhere and Wyatt and Chris were trying to track her but then Pythia would have come home. Unless...
"Aunty Piper, DEMON" Potter was screaming now.
Piper raced into the sunroom to find Potter holding a giggling Bridget levitating aloft a waxy black demon. Its claws were reaching for the small boy and it snarled as it jumped to reach the boy.
"I'm dropping her," he shrieked
"Paige, Phoebe" she called
An instant later a tear stained Paige and a wary Phoebe orbed in.
"What..." Paige sniffled, "Not again"
Piper gestured with her hands to blow the demon to pieces but her power only successfully blew up one of the demons claws. It snarled angrily and focused on her outstretching one of its claws towards her. She screamed in pain and fell to her knees in agony.
Paige looked to Potter hovering uncertainly in the air.
"Potter" she called and he teleorbed into her arms while Phoebe went for the demon. She levitated and kicked him through the wall. The demon stunned released its mental hold on Piper who was able to get up and freeze him.
"Hmph, so he freezes but doesn't blow up" she twisted her nose at the demon and flicked her hair from her face. "WYATT!! CHRIS!! PRUE!! PYTHIA!! COME HERE NOW!"
Paige frowned curiously at Piper and then called Bridget to her "Come here babe. He didn't hurt you, did he?" Little Bridget ran to her mother and wrapped herself around her sobbing. Potter feeling left out of the embrace walked to Phoebe and physically wrapped her hand around his shoulders
"What's wrong Piper?" Phoebe asked smiling down at her son and squeezing him to her.
"They didn't come home. No call, no orb, no kids." Piper breathlessly stated.
"Even Pythia?"
"Yeah, all four of them. I don't know what to...."
Three figures came barreling down the staircase. "Chris, Prue, Pyth?" Piper ran to them.
"Hey mom" Chris sheepishly smiled
"I was worried sick. Do you know what time it is? Anything could have happened to you. None of you thought to call or orb in or...." Piper ranted
"Mom it's a long story. What is that?" Prue caught sight of the waxy demon frozen in the corner.
"Yea we better find a way to vanquish that thing" Phoebe added.
"I can" Prue piped up walking up to the demon she flicked her wrist to unfreeze it and then brandished her hands to blow it up. It let out an unearthly yell as it turned to dust.
"Thanks possum. Where's Wyatt? Where were you all? Why didn't any of you answer my calls?"
Chris and Prue both looked at each other then at Paige holding Bridget in her arms, rocking back and forward with her eyes closed. She was holding to the girl so tightly that she was beginning to squirm in her arms.
Piper suddenly stopped her ranting and looked at them both realizing instantly what had happened. Wyatt still felt responsible for the death of his small cousin, Vanessa. Paige was in a mourning stage and though they had tried to comfort her she just couldn't accept the lose of her small child. It was not a strange occurrence to hear her talking to little Vanessa in her sleep as though she was still sleeping peacefully in the room next door. None of the girls had any idea what to do.
Phoebe exchanged a knowing glance with Piper and embraced Pythia lightly. "Tell Piper when you're gonna be late. She was close to tears," she whispered in her child's ear softly.
"Yeah but,"
"No buts just do it" she nodded slightly to assure her daughter how deadly serious she was.
"Well I think we better go and see Wyatt. He was it pretty bad shape." Chris looked at Prue for confirmation and she nodded.
"We'll explain later mum," she said as she walked past her
"No, see that doesn't work for me. I want to know what you three have been doing now" she grabbed hold of Prue's arm but Phoebe intervened.
"Piper we have to find who that demon was and what he wants"
Piper looked at her two children then at her sister, sighed and shrugged. "I want to know and I will find out." She pointed at each of the two firmly.
"Mum, we'll tell you, just later. Okay" Prue smiled shyly at her mother and raced upstairs with Chris on her tail.
"Having a bad day?" Phoebe asked Piper
"Yeah." Piper sighed
"Kids?"
"Yeah," they both smiled at each other and walked upstairs arm in arm leaving Paige some time alone with her only daughter.
A/N- What do you think of this chapter? Is it okay? Should I keep going or leave it for dead? Tell me what you think and I will try and incorporate any ideas that you can give me into my story. Thanks for reading hope you liked it. If you didn't please let me know.
A/N: I really don't have much to write so I suppose I'm just going to say thank you to anyone who bothered to read my story and if you are reading this right now could you PLEASE review it for me because this is my first story and I really want to see what people think. Even if it is a bad review I'm fine with that. I need reviews so I know whether to write anymore. Any suggestions about the story or powers that they possess is much appreciated. Anyway thanks for reading hope you enjoy it!
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"Chris....?" Prue turned and looked suspiciously at him.
"I kinda... well, what happened was... well it was all pretty quick but um I might have... accidentally um" he raised a hand and rubbed his neck while he clucked his tongue and looked vaguely in the distance. "Look I orbed into her toilet cubicle and she saw me so I erased her memory"
Prue burst out laughing. Giggling uncontrollably she manage to choke out "You... her... toilet...idiot"
He glared at her. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident." She continued to laugh and he glared darkly at her "It wasn't my fault." She kept laughing. "Seriously it really isn't that funny"
"Oh but it really is" she wiped her eyes from the tears she had shed while laughing trying to stop.
"Shut up!" he attempted to merely push her but couldn't control his emotions. He let out a gasp as Prue was telekinetically lifted from the ground and thrown into the wall.
"Prue!" he ran to her "I'm so sorry are you okay?" He grabbed her outstretched hand and yanked her to her feet trying to check for any injuries he had caused.
"Chris...."
Still holding her hand he swirled her so that he could see if there was any injuries on her back. "God, Prue," swirling her back he hugged her. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. It was fast" his words were muffled by her t-shirt.
"Chris... you're...choking me,"
"What? Oh I'm sorry" releasing her panting slightly. "I didn't mean to. I mean I was just going to... wasn't going to use magic," he babbled. She smiled and patted his arm softly.
"Chris, demons throw me into walls every day. I'm sure I'm gonna live."
"Are you sure you don't want any healing?" he asked
"What for my bruised ego? Yeah I'm sure it could use some healing but I really dunno if dad would come down just for that," she smiled again at him and rolled her eyes at his face. "I'm okay. Really I'm absolutely fine; not even a scratch. Stop worrying. You are just way overprotective." She muttered the end as an afterthought then looked up at his apprehensive face again. "I'm not going to faint any time soon. I am fine but she isn't. Lets get her memory back and then you can submit yourself to being my personal slave. Okay." She raised her eyebrows and gave him a mock punch in the arm.
"Your slave? Clean your room. No way, there'd be that many potions I'd probably end up being a blind leper before I'm half way through" he teased while rubbing his arm as though it really hurt.
She rolled her eyes at him and walked to the little girl. Offering a hand she softly crooned, "It's okay remember me? I helped you in the toilets. We're going to get your memory back now."
"Really? I hope you can," the girl looked at her then down at the ground; a sole tear coursing its way down her cheek. Prue turned to glare at Chris for doing such a thing to such a small girl but he was focused intently on the girl and although she cleared her throat to get his attention he just continued to look at the little girl with a look of wonder, his mouth started to droop slightly. Whipping her head round she was startled to see that the little girl was morphing. Slowly her features were moving and changing. Her hair was changing to a chocolate brown and her face widened and developed a warm reddish glow. The petite long nose was fattening and turning upwards. When the transformation was finally complete Pythia Halliwell stood and looked intently at her flabbergasted cousins.
"Can you get my memory back? Please I don't even know who I am." She muttered sadly.
"Oh, this is bad, this is really, really bad" Prue said her mouth wide open and her eyes never leaving her cousins face. "No demons better attack or we're officially screwed" Finally tearing her eyes away from her cousin she looked at Chris. "You do remember the spell you cast on her?"
"Um... Yeah of course" he laughed nervously as Prue eyed him
"And it is....," she prompted gently
He looked at the ground for a few moment then looked up at her, exhaled slightly and licked his lips "I call upon the Powers of the sky Hear me and my sacred plea Let all memories of this die And let this innocent girl be free"
Prue cocked her head and clucked her tongue "Powers of the sky I call upon thee Anol this magic let it be," she recited raising her hands creating a large fireball to waver over her head. Slowly the ball seemed to be taken from her grasp and floated to the top of the girls head. Swirling round and round the fire engulfed the twelve year old and then disappeared.
"Pyth, are you okay?" Chris asked uncertainly.
She looked at him "Chris, why did you orb in on me?" confused she looked around "how did I get here?"
"I didn't mean to orb in on you. I just kinda um well... I suppose you could say read my map wrong." He nodded to himself. "Anyway why did you morph?"
"I was in there to get away from this black demon. I thought they had walked in on me so it was just automatic reflex. I still don't have it under control."
"I'm sorry. But at least you're okay and I'm okay and we're okay" he smiled and put an arm around her shoulders.
Pythia gently removed his hand from her shoulder and turned to him, tongue in cheek. "Nope. WE'RE not okay. See you're the one who's always going on about not using magic around school and yet who was the one that would've been exposed if I was a normal human" she smiled teasingly at him.
"And the amount of times I've had to save your but from being exposed..."
"WYATT!! CHRIS!! PRUE!! PYTHIA!! COME HERE NOW!" an angry voice screamed.
They all exchanged glances and ran down the stairs.
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Where could they possibly be? It was 5:00 they should have been home an hour ago. No call had come, no quick orb in to explain where they were going. When they did come home she was going to throw them out.
"Aunty Piper," Potter called
Piper turned to see Potter, Phoebe's second child floating in the air looking utterly terrified.
"Potter, get down from there! What are you doing?"
"I can't get down. Help me Aunty Piper."
Piper suppressed a laugh and looked up at her nephew. The tubby ten year old was just coming into his new powers and was always seen flying off somewhere. The little child loved his magic and used it as often as he could however he was afraid of heights and with an uncontrollable power of levitation he was always asking for the nearest person to "get him down". "Sweetie, breathe and visualize. Close your eyes and focus on lowering yourself to the ground." Taking a big breath she demonstrated what she meant by letting it slowly out. "Give it a go"
Potter looked at her doubtfully then glanced down at the ground and let out a little shaky yell. "Arrgh. I'm going higher!"
"Breathe, Potter. Breathe"
The little boy started taking quick little breaths and releasing them like a labored pregnant women. He squeezed his eyes shut and started to descend slowly. Gradually his breaths became deeper as he came closer to the ground. When his feet touched the ground he bounded to his aunt and wrapped his arms around her waist. Sheer relief coursing its way through his body. Piper patted the small boy on the back, then kneeled so she was eye level with him"
"Okay, now you're on the ground and you need to go watch television with Bridget so that Aunty Piper can go back to her worrying."
"But Bridget's a baby she watches baby shows..."
"Potter" Piper looked the young boy sternly in the eye "Bridget is six and she's your baby cousin, so I need you to go look after her okay?"
"Alright" he muttered softly. Slouching his shoulders he started towards the sunroom.
"Okay where are my children?" Piper looked to the sky. They usually have a reason they always have a reason. They orb in and they say whom they're going with unless a demon got them all and that would explain why they took Pythia as well.
"Aunty Piper" Potter called
"Not now Potter. Not now"
Wyatt or Chris would have told her if they were going to go out somewhere with friends. Prue wouldn't she knew that but if Prue had gone off somewhere Wyatt and Chris and Pythia should have come home, but they hadn't. Unless Prue went of somewhere and Wyatt and Chris were trying to track her but then Pythia would have come home. Unless...
"Aunty Piper, DEMON" Potter was screaming now.
Piper raced into the sunroom to find Potter holding a giggling Bridget levitating aloft a waxy black demon. Its claws were reaching for the small boy and it snarled as it jumped to reach the boy.
"I'm dropping her," he shrieked
"Paige, Phoebe" she called
An instant later a tear stained Paige and a wary Phoebe orbed in.
"What..." Paige sniffled, "Not again"
Piper gestured with her hands to blow the demon to pieces but her power only successfully blew up one of the demons claws. It snarled angrily and focused on her outstretching one of its claws towards her. She screamed in pain and fell to her knees in agony.
Paige looked to Potter hovering uncertainly in the air.
"Potter" she called and he teleorbed into her arms while Phoebe went for the demon. She levitated and kicked him through the wall. The demon stunned released its mental hold on Piper who was able to get up and freeze him.
"Hmph, so he freezes but doesn't blow up" she twisted her nose at the demon and flicked her hair from her face. "WYATT!! CHRIS!! PRUE!! PYTHIA!! COME HERE NOW!"
Paige frowned curiously at Piper and then called Bridget to her "Come here babe. He didn't hurt you, did he?" Little Bridget ran to her mother and wrapped herself around her sobbing. Potter feeling left out of the embrace walked to Phoebe and physically wrapped her hand around his shoulders
"What's wrong Piper?" Phoebe asked smiling down at her son and squeezing him to her.
"They didn't come home. No call, no orb, no kids." Piper breathlessly stated.
"Even Pythia?"
"Yeah, all four of them. I don't know what to...."
Three figures came barreling down the staircase. "Chris, Prue, Pyth?" Piper ran to them.
"Hey mom" Chris sheepishly smiled
"I was worried sick. Do you know what time it is? Anything could have happened to you. None of you thought to call or orb in or...." Piper ranted
"Mom it's a long story. What is that?" Prue caught sight of the waxy demon frozen in the corner.
"Yea we better find a way to vanquish that thing" Phoebe added.
"I can" Prue piped up walking up to the demon she flicked her wrist to unfreeze it and then brandished her hands to blow it up. It let out an unearthly yell as it turned to dust.
"Thanks possum. Where's Wyatt? Where were you all? Why didn't any of you answer my calls?"
Chris and Prue both looked at each other then at Paige holding Bridget in her arms, rocking back and forward with her eyes closed. She was holding to the girl so tightly that she was beginning to squirm in her arms.
Piper suddenly stopped her ranting and looked at them both realizing instantly what had happened. Wyatt still felt responsible for the death of his small cousin, Vanessa. Paige was in a mourning stage and though they had tried to comfort her she just couldn't accept the lose of her small child. It was not a strange occurrence to hear her talking to little Vanessa in her sleep as though she was still sleeping peacefully in the room next door. None of the girls had any idea what to do.
Phoebe exchanged a knowing glance with Piper and embraced Pythia lightly. "Tell Piper when you're gonna be late. She was close to tears," she whispered in her child's ear softly.
"Yeah but,"
"No buts just do it" she nodded slightly to assure her daughter how deadly serious she was.
"Well I think we better go and see Wyatt. He was it pretty bad shape." Chris looked at Prue for confirmation and she nodded.
"We'll explain later mum," she said as she walked past her
"No, see that doesn't work for me. I want to know what you three have been doing now" she grabbed hold of Prue's arm but Phoebe intervened.
"Piper we have to find who that demon was and what he wants"
Piper looked at her two children then at her sister, sighed and shrugged. "I want to know and I will find out." She pointed at each of the two firmly.
"Mum, we'll tell you, just later. Okay" Prue smiled shyly at her mother and raced upstairs with Chris on her tail.
"Having a bad day?" Phoebe asked Piper
"Yeah." Piper sighed
"Kids?"
"Yeah," they both smiled at each other and walked upstairs arm in arm leaving Paige some time alone with her only daughter.
A/N- What do you think of this chapter? Is it okay? Should I keep going or leave it for dead? Tell me what you think and I will try and incorporate any ideas that you can give me into my story. Thanks for reading hope you liked it. If you didn't please let me know.