Standing on the sidewalk in front of a building with the words "La Belle Femme" written above it's doors, Mahina had no idea what she was doing; she wasn't conceived yet, so their would be no reason for her mother to believe her. Sighing, Mahina took a few steps forward and into the building and looked around. Where was her mother, she wondered as she walked towards the main desk.
"Excuse me," she asked the woman at the front desk, "I was wondering if you could tell me where Marjorie Cromwell is..."
The woman looked up from the book she was reading and gave Mahina the once-over; obviously she wasn't the only person who'd been looking for her mother. "Do you have an appointment with her?" the woman asked, still eyeing Mahina with suspicion, "because she's really busy right now, what with moving into this new place she just got and all..."
Mahina bit her lip. "I might be a little early," Mahina said, spinning her finger a bit behind her back to put her name in the appointment book, "I've got an appointment at five, last one of the day." She gave a small smile to the woman, who looked a bit confused. "I could come back..."
"No, no, I'll check with her..." The woman pressed a button, and spoke into an intercom. "Marjorie, your last appointment of the day just walked in, wants to know if you can manage her now."
A nervous habit, Mahina bit her lip again as they both waited for her mother to answer; what if she was being conceived now? "Eww," mahina thought, shuddering a bit before the woman gave her a small smile, "I really didn't need THAT mental picture right now..."
"Send her back, Vick," her mother's voice said, crackling a bit as it came through the intercom, "I'll space her out over some time if it gets to be too much."
The woman, Mahina now recognizing slightly as Victoria Francis, a woman who took care of her and Chris when they were five or so, smiled at her; Mahina breathed a silent sign of relief as she answered, "She's back by the sinks, just go on back."
On her way back, Mahina tried to think of what she would say. Hi mom, it's me Mahina? No, that might just scare her mother, and she couldn't risk scaring the only woman who could tell her who her father would be. When she got to the door, Mahina stopped; she couldn't do it, couldn't risk her mother trying to blow her to bits...
"I know someone's out there," Mahina's mother said, turning around to her, "and I didn't have a last appointment to the day." Her mother crossed her arms, and settled against one of the sinks. "So start explaining."
"She wants to save the world," a voice said from behind Mahina, "and she might just succeed."
Mahina turned around, and saw not one, but four Halliwells behind her, and one white-lighter. Without answering them, she turned back to look at her mother; the shock on her face evident. This was going to take longer than she thought...
