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"We're WAITING for said 'explanation'," Bianca retorted. "What the hell is going on here? This is WAY too confusing. So, you're a whitelighter? Imagine that. Why doesn't anyone bother to tell us anything anymore?"
"Er...I don't know. But these two are Bindle and Bailey, they're brother and sister—Bailey's six and Bindle's four."
"And you're telling us this because...?" Mel questioned.
"Well, uh, with Wyatt on the loose and everything—"
"HE'S ALREADY STARTED KILLING PEOPLE?" Chris burst.
"No, but we think he might go after witches and I need someone to watch these two while I go alert the others. Their parents are out helping spread the word, too, and I didn't want to leave them alone. I know you guys, I've watched you since you were little—"
"If you're gonna ask us to take care of them, please keep in mind that we couldn't even protect our cousin from getting murdered," Mel snapped. "How are you expecting us to take care of two babies?"
"Not babies!" shrieked Bindle, raising her hand and blowing a hole in the wall with a fireball. "Not, not, not!!"
"Um...that could be a problem," said Chris, glancing over at the smoke that was rising from the impact. Bindle giggled.
"No, no, BAD," Brian scolded. He looked up at the four older kids apologetically. "They may be a bit of a handful, but I'm sure you guys can manage it. I'm Chris' whitelighter, by the way, your guys' are Up There on duty with other charges. Well, what do you say? Will you guys watch them?"
Bailey, still laughing at his sister, cloned himself until there were five Baileys howling in laughter. The room seemed to shake from the noise he was making and Mel and Colin instinctively covered their ears to block the sound.
"Gee, no problem," said Bianca.
Brian seemed to miss the sarcasm in her voice and grinned. "Thanks, guys, I knew I could count on you. Be good you two," he said sternly, orbing away.
Bindle stuck her tongue out at the spot Brian had just left. "Mean man," she growled, "pooey on him."
"Yeah!" the Baileys agreed. "I don't like him. He's too bossy." He un- cloned himself until he was one annoying six-year-old boy with black hair staring up at them. Bindle also had black hair that ran down to her waist, and they shared their innocent jewel-like hazel eyes.
"They look so cute," Mel gushed.
"Even a rose has thorns," said Bianca under her breath. "What are we supposed to do? Play entertaining crew? This is SO unfair. How the hell are we supposed to stop Wyatt if we're cleaning up their drool?"
Bailey and Bindle gasped in horror, causing them all to jump up in search of a demon. "You said a BAD WORD!" Bailey accused. "Mommy says that we're not allowed to say the H-word!"
"Yeah," Bindle added, "and the s-word and the f-word and the a-word and the b-word—"
"You realize that that list is pretty much endless, right?" Mel said pointedly. She sighed. "Alright, we can't stop Wyatt, we need to get some more food for them, find some more places to sleep, protect those twits from demons and try our hardest not to cuss. And we have to do all of this without bugging Leo..."
"He's not a problem anymore," Chris said grimly.
"What do you mean?" asked Colin.
"Who's Leo?" asked Bindle.
Chris ignored Bindle's interruption. "I mean that I tried a spell on him to reverse Wyatt's curse, and it worked..." He looked Up There. "But now he's going through this whole drowning-in-shame crap and won't come back down."
Bindle and Bailey opened their mouths to gasp again but Chris, thinking ahead, flicked his hand and froze them before they could try. "That's really going to get on my nerves," Chris groaned.
"It won't make a difference if you freeze them. Time has stopped, so you won't be relieving yourself of baby-sitting duties by doing that," Bianca pointed out. "Can you find another way so they're frozen but time isn't?"
"I think..." he said skeptically. He twisted his hands and looked at Bindle and Bailey in concentration. The clock to their left started ticking and the sounds of pedestrians out on the street became audible once more. "Problem solved," he announced with a grin. He got closer to the twins, surveying them. "I don't know...tell me if you find this crazy, but do they look...familiar?"
"Yeah, they do, come to think of it," said Bianca.
Mel got up and looked at them. "Kind of like—well, you know that picture on the wall of that aunt we never met? Prue, I think. Their hair kind of reminds me of her."
"That's because there my kids," said older (whitelighter) Prue.
The four of them jumped up in shock.
"Can you all STOP DOING THAT?" Mel gasped. "Please...You're all gonna give us a heart attack if you do it again..."
Prue laughed. "I see you've done a nice job freezing the two of them, Chris. Look...I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, but I wasn't allowed to interfere with their deaths. Brian was assigned to Chris and can only heal Chris, just like I'm assigned to Prue and...she was dead before I could feel her pain, so..."
"Wait—the twits are YOURS?" Mel exclaimed. "But you're DEAD!"
Prue chuckled. "So is your Uncle—Chris and Wyatt's father. You see, my sister...Piper," she said with a hint of remorse, staring at Chris, "fell in love with her whitelighter. It was a whitelighter-charge relationship, strictly forbidden...But they broke the rules and the stork brought along our little Wyatt and Chris." She grinned. "Well, the same thing happened with me and my charge. He's a witch like you all, actually; that's where the twins got most of their Wicca powers, though some are from the Halliwell line. His name is Mark Sanders, he lives in San Francisco. Could you, uh, unfreeze the kids so I can take them to their father?"
Chris grinned sheepishly, blushing. "Yeah, sure...sorry 'bout that..." He flicked his hand and the twins unfroze, bewilderedly gawking all around them until they saw Prue.
"Mommy!" Bindle squealed, running over to her with Bailey close behind.
"See you guys," said Prue once she had collected her children. "Take care of yourselves." Just like before, though, she gave Piper, Leo, Paige, and Phoebe a wink and orbed away.
Mel brushed away the tears that leaked from her eyes. "I miss my mom," she sobbed, clinging onto Colin's shoulder.
"Prue didn't tell us she was a MOTHER," Phoebe hissed.
"I know!" Piper exclaimed. "Honestly, of all the things she forgot to mention—her own kids and this husband of hers, Mark something or another...Well, I'm personally glad that she's able to fulfill her life even as a whitelighter and I'm glad that proving our whitelighter-charge relationship worked opened doors to others too." She gave Leo a kiss on the cheek.
"I don't know much about Prue, but I'm glad for her just the same. To bad she never got to be married in life..." Paige deliberately turned away from the twins, crushed by their anguish. "I REALLY don't like this timeline."
"Me too..." Leo agreed.
Just then, two more demons—orbed?—in. They looked just like the red-striped demons only they were orbing. Colin didn't seem to notice nor did he care; he blasted his shield around the four of them and drew back his arm, ready to through fireballs. Chris, however, understood the situation and grabbed his cousin before the fireball was released.
"Wait," Chris ordered, staring intently at their two intruders. "Who exactly are you?"
The first of the two panting "demons" gasped out, "Whitelighters. We've been going undercover in the Underworld—we've come—" He gasped again, "to warn you—"
"Warn us of what?" Bianca demanded.
"The demons! They're coming!" the second finished, orbing the two of them out.
The door burst open and two demons with scaly purple skin slithered in, having human arms but a snake-like bottom. Their penetrating green eyes split eerily through the dim light, making everyone shiver. They rounded on Mel and Colin, and to Bianca's and Chris' surprise, they did nothing to fight. Their faces went blank to all emotion and their eyes dull; almost...inhuman.
"What do you call me by?" the demon asked Mel.
"Master..." she droned.
He grinned maliciously. "Good. Now, follow me my pets..."
"You can't take them!" Bianca shrieked, desperately trying to reach them. Colin threw up his shield, knocking her out of the way of the demons and protecting the evil side.
"Gotta problem?" asked the other demon that handled Colin. "I'll fix that. Sic her, Colin."
"Yes, master." He drew back his arm yet again, taking aim at Bianca and firing, concentration etched onto his face like it never had been before.
It seemed to go in slow motion; seconds before the fireball made impact with Bianca's stomach, Chris rapid accelerated out of nowhere and got her out of the way. The demons shimmered away with the twins before they could see.
Though this time, rapid accelerating hadn't saved them both.
Chris lay wounded where he landed after hitting the wall, bleeding and completely out cold.
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A/N—Haha! I got in another tragedy! I win!!
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"We're WAITING for said 'explanation'," Bianca retorted. "What the hell is going on here? This is WAY too confusing. So, you're a whitelighter? Imagine that. Why doesn't anyone bother to tell us anything anymore?"
"Er...I don't know. But these two are Bindle and Bailey, they're brother and sister—Bailey's six and Bindle's four."
"And you're telling us this because...?" Mel questioned.
"Well, uh, with Wyatt on the loose and everything—"
"HE'S ALREADY STARTED KILLING PEOPLE?" Chris burst.
"No, but we think he might go after witches and I need someone to watch these two while I go alert the others. Their parents are out helping spread the word, too, and I didn't want to leave them alone. I know you guys, I've watched you since you were little—"
"If you're gonna ask us to take care of them, please keep in mind that we couldn't even protect our cousin from getting murdered," Mel snapped. "How are you expecting us to take care of two babies?"
"Not babies!" shrieked Bindle, raising her hand and blowing a hole in the wall with a fireball. "Not, not, not!!"
"Um...that could be a problem," said Chris, glancing over at the smoke that was rising from the impact. Bindle giggled.
"No, no, BAD," Brian scolded. He looked up at the four older kids apologetically. "They may be a bit of a handful, but I'm sure you guys can manage it. I'm Chris' whitelighter, by the way, your guys' are Up There on duty with other charges. Well, what do you say? Will you guys watch them?"
Bailey, still laughing at his sister, cloned himself until there were five Baileys howling in laughter. The room seemed to shake from the noise he was making and Mel and Colin instinctively covered their ears to block the sound.
"Gee, no problem," said Bianca.
Brian seemed to miss the sarcasm in her voice and grinned. "Thanks, guys, I knew I could count on you. Be good you two," he said sternly, orbing away.
Bindle stuck her tongue out at the spot Brian had just left. "Mean man," she growled, "pooey on him."
"Yeah!" the Baileys agreed. "I don't like him. He's too bossy." He un- cloned himself until he was one annoying six-year-old boy with black hair staring up at them. Bindle also had black hair that ran down to her waist, and they shared their innocent jewel-like hazel eyes.
"They look so cute," Mel gushed.
"Even a rose has thorns," said Bianca under her breath. "What are we supposed to do? Play entertaining crew? This is SO unfair. How the hell are we supposed to stop Wyatt if we're cleaning up their drool?"
Bailey and Bindle gasped in horror, causing them all to jump up in search of a demon. "You said a BAD WORD!" Bailey accused. "Mommy says that we're not allowed to say the H-word!"
"Yeah," Bindle added, "and the s-word and the f-word and the a-word and the b-word—"
"You realize that that list is pretty much endless, right?" Mel said pointedly. She sighed. "Alright, we can't stop Wyatt, we need to get some more food for them, find some more places to sleep, protect those twits from demons and try our hardest not to cuss. And we have to do all of this without bugging Leo..."
"He's not a problem anymore," Chris said grimly.
"What do you mean?" asked Colin.
"Who's Leo?" asked Bindle.
Chris ignored Bindle's interruption. "I mean that I tried a spell on him to reverse Wyatt's curse, and it worked..." He looked Up There. "But now he's going through this whole drowning-in-shame crap and won't come back down."
Bindle and Bailey opened their mouths to gasp again but Chris, thinking ahead, flicked his hand and froze them before they could try. "That's really going to get on my nerves," Chris groaned.
"It won't make a difference if you freeze them. Time has stopped, so you won't be relieving yourself of baby-sitting duties by doing that," Bianca pointed out. "Can you find another way so they're frozen but time isn't?"
"I think..." he said skeptically. He twisted his hands and looked at Bindle and Bailey in concentration. The clock to their left started ticking and the sounds of pedestrians out on the street became audible once more. "Problem solved," he announced with a grin. He got closer to the twins, surveying them. "I don't know...tell me if you find this crazy, but do they look...familiar?"
"Yeah, they do, come to think of it," said Bianca.
Mel got up and looked at them. "Kind of like—well, you know that picture on the wall of that aunt we never met? Prue, I think. Their hair kind of reminds me of her."
"That's because there my kids," said older (whitelighter) Prue.
The four of them jumped up in shock.
"Can you all STOP DOING THAT?" Mel gasped. "Please...You're all gonna give us a heart attack if you do it again..."
Prue laughed. "I see you've done a nice job freezing the two of them, Chris. Look...I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, but I wasn't allowed to interfere with their deaths. Brian was assigned to Chris and can only heal Chris, just like I'm assigned to Prue and...she was dead before I could feel her pain, so..."
"Wait—the twits are YOURS?" Mel exclaimed. "But you're DEAD!"
Prue chuckled. "So is your Uncle—Chris and Wyatt's father. You see, my sister...Piper," she said with a hint of remorse, staring at Chris, "fell in love with her whitelighter. It was a whitelighter-charge relationship, strictly forbidden...But they broke the rules and the stork brought along our little Wyatt and Chris." She grinned. "Well, the same thing happened with me and my charge. He's a witch like you all, actually; that's where the twins got most of their Wicca powers, though some are from the Halliwell line. His name is Mark Sanders, he lives in San Francisco. Could you, uh, unfreeze the kids so I can take them to their father?"
Chris grinned sheepishly, blushing. "Yeah, sure...sorry 'bout that..." He flicked his hand and the twins unfroze, bewilderedly gawking all around them until they saw Prue.
"Mommy!" Bindle squealed, running over to her with Bailey close behind.
"See you guys," said Prue once she had collected her children. "Take care of yourselves." Just like before, though, she gave Piper, Leo, Paige, and Phoebe a wink and orbed away.
Mel brushed away the tears that leaked from her eyes. "I miss my mom," she sobbed, clinging onto Colin's shoulder.
"Prue didn't tell us she was a MOTHER," Phoebe hissed.
"I know!" Piper exclaimed. "Honestly, of all the things she forgot to mention—her own kids and this husband of hers, Mark something or another...Well, I'm personally glad that she's able to fulfill her life even as a whitelighter and I'm glad that proving our whitelighter-charge relationship worked opened doors to others too." She gave Leo a kiss on the cheek.
"I don't know much about Prue, but I'm glad for her just the same. To bad she never got to be married in life..." Paige deliberately turned away from the twins, crushed by their anguish. "I REALLY don't like this timeline."
"Me too..." Leo agreed.
Just then, two more demons—orbed?—in. They looked just like the red-striped demons only they were orbing. Colin didn't seem to notice nor did he care; he blasted his shield around the four of them and drew back his arm, ready to through fireballs. Chris, however, understood the situation and grabbed his cousin before the fireball was released.
"Wait," Chris ordered, staring intently at their two intruders. "Who exactly are you?"
The first of the two panting "demons" gasped out, "Whitelighters. We've been going undercover in the Underworld—we've come—" He gasped again, "to warn you—"
"Warn us of what?" Bianca demanded.
"The demons! They're coming!" the second finished, orbing the two of them out.
The door burst open and two demons with scaly purple skin slithered in, having human arms but a snake-like bottom. Their penetrating green eyes split eerily through the dim light, making everyone shiver. They rounded on Mel and Colin, and to Bianca's and Chris' surprise, they did nothing to fight. Their faces went blank to all emotion and their eyes dull; almost...inhuman.
"What do you call me by?" the demon asked Mel.
"Master..." she droned.
He grinned maliciously. "Good. Now, follow me my pets..."
"You can't take them!" Bianca shrieked, desperately trying to reach them. Colin threw up his shield, knocking her out of the way of the demons and protecting the evil side.
"Gotta problem?" asked the other demon that handled Colin. "I'll fix that. Sic her, Colin."
"Yes, master." He drew back his arm yet again, taking aim at Bianca and firing, concentration etched onto his face like it never had been before.
It seemed to go in slow motion; seconds before the fireball made impact with Bianca's stomach, Chris rapid accelerated out of nowhere and got her out of the way. The demons shimmered away with the twins before they could see.
Though this time, rapid accelerating hadn't saved them both.
Chris lay wounded where he landed after hitting the wall, bleeding and completely out cold.
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A/N—Haha! I got in another tragedy! I win!!