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United Chapter 29!!
A/N: Hey, everybody, this is Matthew. I have the honor to present to you the first chapter (besides his winning Chapter 28 entry) written by my brand-new co-writer, Charmed-Leo! I hope you enjoy it!!
****Halliwell Manor-Phoebe and Cole's Bedroom**** "Leo? Leo wake up..." The voice above him echoed like it was bouncing around inside a huge empty space. The very reverberating voice hurt his head and when he opened his eyes the dim rays of light that pierced through the slits were so painful to his aching eyeballs and head that he screwed them shut again. "I just saw your eyes move, bub. I know you're awake..." As the voice became more defined but in no way less painful he realized that was Paige talking to him.
"Uh..." Leo groaned, realizing that he could no longer keep up the pretence of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes, feeling his pupils contract quickly at the glare. He forced his eyelids to stay open and looked up at Paige. She pushed his hair back from his forehead to get a better look at the ugly blue and purple bruise on his forehead.
"They really hit you hard, huh?" She commented, drawing her hand back in surprise as a small swaddling of little white orbs covered the bruise and softly healed it. Leo sat up slowly, waiting for a wave of dizziness to hit. When none came he sat right up, only to have a huge head rush and to nearly faint again.
"Ok, whoa..." He said, gulping and trying to stay balanced.
"Easy," Paige said, putting her hand on his arm. A cool feeling rippled across the bare skin from her touch, sending a waved of Goosebumps up his arm that made all of the hairs stand on end. He gave a pleasant shiver and smiled at his sister-in-law.
The light from the corridor spilled into the room and bounced off of the shimmering coils of red hair that hung about Paige's pale face. She took a milk-white hand and brushed a gleaming tendril behind her ear. Her dark eyes looked down at her whitelighter in concern.
"Leo?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," He said, feeling his mouth go dry as she helped him up. He licked his lips.
"We thought that big crash was odd..." Paige gave a small laugh. Leo looked around the room, something – anything – to stop him staring at Paige, and saw that his son and niece had put down their shields now. He went over to Wyatt and picked him up. Paige went over to Parker but the tiny infant was now dead to the world so she left her niece asleep.
"Demons came in and did something to me..." The whitelighter shook his head. "Look, you know, never mind. All I got was a bump on the head..." He lifted Wyatt above his head and the kid gurgled sleepily. Paige looked at him sceptically from behind his back but just shrugged.
"As long as you're sure that you're ok... Are you coming up to the attic now?" Leo put Wyatt back into Phoebe's bed.
"No, Paige, just... Stay here a minute..." He walked slowly and deliberately towards her. "Stay with me a little while longer..."
"Paige!" The voice above them was muffled by the wood and plaster between them and the voice's owner, but they could still catch the impatient note in it.
"Sorry, Leo. Gotta go," Paige said quickly, orbing out and leaving Leo alone as the lights faded.
"Damn," He whispered softly, before orbing out to follow her.
****Halliwell Manor-Attic**** Prue's long slender fingers flipped so familiarly through the Book of Shadows, the engagement ring on her finger glittering with every turn of a page. But it didn't stop Cole from looking at her, admiring her posture, watching how her raven hair fell just so in front of her eyes and how she would reach up to brush it away...
He played with the wedding ring on his finger. The gold band encircling the digit meant nothing to him. The ring was a circle, symbol of love's eternity. The 'everlasting' love that he and Phoebe shared. That he and Phoebe *thought* that they shared. But gold could be melted, remoulded and love could be just the same... Phoebe was standing next to Prue but she paled in comparison to her older sister. If Phoebe was a star then Prue was all of the Heavens. Phoebe glowed but Prue blazed like a thousand stars.
He was eyeing up his brother's fiancée and he knew it. But what did it matter? Prue was beautiful, his brother would have to get used to other guys looking at her in a hungry way... able to look but not touch... Brian could touch, Brian could feel, love... And he? No. He could not. Prue would blast him backwards out of the Manor if he ever tried to make a move on her.
But you never know unless you try... He got up from his chair and ignored the two sets of orbing lights as the appeared in front of him. He skirted round them to avoid being crushed by an incoming Paige and Leo and came up behind Prue at the Book of Shadows.
"So... Find anything?" He inhaled the smell of the jasmine in her shampoo and her perfume... She had a much different taste in perfume than Phoebe. This perfume was classy, executive, expensive perfume. Phoebe's taste in perfume was more like air freshener.
"No, not yet..." Prue turned around and barged into his chest. "Oh, jeez Cole, talk about personal space issues..." She shunted him away a few feet with her powers, his shoes skidding across the wooden boards and rumpling up a rug. "That is how far you need to stay from me. Want me to draw a chalk circle to make it clearer?"
"Prue lay off..." Phoebe said, entwining her arm with Cole's. Cole fought hard to not wrench his arm out of Phoebe's clingy, hideously needy and dependant grasp. Eventually he disentangled her from him and moved a few steps into Prue's "Personal Space" area.
"That's it. I'm getting out the chalk..." She paused and then turned to Phoebe. "And, no, Phoebe, I didn't like him when I was alive, and now that I'm dead, guess what? He still ain't my number one guy. I do not want my brother-in-law practically hugging me, ok?" Cole's heart plummeted. Prue hated him. She gave a disgusted shake of her body and turned back to the book.
"Well if you're going to be like that then why didn't you say something at our wedding?" Phoebe grabbed Prue's shoulder and whirled her around to face her. "The priest does a whole section of 'anyone objecting to this union' and *that* was your time to speak Prue, not now!" She paused in her rant, a cruel smile playing across her lips. "Oh, sorry, Prue, I forgot. You were to busy trying to suck Brian's face off at my wedding to listen to that part, weren't you? You make me so mad!"
"Guys, I thought my role of mediator was over now! Quit arguing!" Piper yelled. She was ignored.
"Oh, because you've never kissed Cole have you? You're the perfect virgin angel, aren't you Phoebe?" Prue gave a sarcastic snort of laughter. Phoebe's mouth opened and closed for about a second and then another insult left hr lips.
"Oh, by the way, Prue, I'm pretty sure that it wasn't just Brian's face that you were sucking that day!"
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"No, I'm calling you a hypocritical BITCH!" She put on a sweet voice and clasped her hands over her chest. "'Oh, I hate Cole, he was evil...'" Her voice snapped back to her vicious, bitchy arguing state. "What about your fiancé, how about reformed demon boy over there?" She jabbed a finger at Brian. "So Cole's brother's good enough for you but Cole's not good enough for me?"
"Phoebe! That's... No, I... That's not what I..." Prue stuttered, lost for words for once.
"Yeah, I thought so. I don't see you complaining about your ex-demon boyfriend because you're too busy getting LAID!" Phoebe yelled. She was red in the face now and her hair had fallen across her features. She stormed to the door and opened it, slamming it loudly behind her. Immediately, Wyatt and Parker started wailing in Phoebe's bedroom downstairs.
"Oh, thanks for waking the kids up Phoebe!" Prue yelled.
"She cracked the doorframe..." Brian muttered quietly, looking at the small crevice appearing in the wood as Phoebe left the room. He was surprised at how ugly a Halliwell sister argument could get. There was so much mudslinging going on there that Prue and Phoebe might as well have been wrestling in the stuff... He paused, a smile flittering across his lips.
Hmm... Phoebe wrestling in mud... That idea was definitely one worth holding onto... What was with Prue anyway? She was being such a bitch to poor Phoebe. What the hell did Phoebe do to deserve that? He felt sorry for her and he couldn't help thinking about how good she looked despite her messed up hair and bright red face. No one was volunteering to go after Phoebe so he offered.
"I'll go... See if she's ok..." He said before shimmering out of the attic to find Phoebe.
****Halliwell Manor-Phoebe and Cole's Bedroom**** "You know you're gorgeous when you're angry..." He commented, shimmering into her bedroom and coming up behind Phoebe. She was sitting in the rocking chair that was a gift from Veronica, comforting her daughter with one arm by gently rocking her. Gradually, Parker's wailing stopped and diminished to a happy gurgle.
"What?" Phoebe gave a nervous laugh and turned around.
"You're gorgeous when you're angry," Brian repeated, walking towards Phoebe. Phoebe got out of the chair and took a step backwards.
"Uh-huh, yeah..." She put Parker down in her crib. "See the problem with this scene is that you're engaged to Prue, an-..." Brian moving in and kissing her cut her off. Their lips met and his tongue invaded her mouth. After a few seconds Phoebe broke away from him. "Ok, see I was telling you about how you're engaged to Prue, remember?" Although, after there little argument what better way to get back at her oldest sister than by having Prue's fiancé kissing her willingly?
"Are you gonna tell Prue? 'Cause I'm not..." He moved in close again, pulling her towards him by putting his hands on her hips.
"Even if you're not bothered *I'm* married and it would totally break Cole... I can't do that to him again..." She pushed both of his hands off of Brian and the half-demon stepped away from her.
"Say the word baby and he's out of your life for good," He conjured up an energy ball in his hand.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! NO! You are *not* gonna kill my husband, mister..." Phoebe said, jabbing her finger at his chest. Brian pouted.
"Please ask me too?" He said pleadingly. Phoebe's face was all of the answer he needed. "Fine," He extinguished the energy ball grudgingly by cupping his hands over it. "But you've just got to say the word and he can be a charcoal stain, you got that?"
"I don't. Want him. Dead," She said firmly, shivering with pleasure as Brian disappeared and reappeared behind her, tracing his tongue along a shoulder blade exposed by Phoebe's off-the-shoulders nightie. A tiny moan escaped her lips but then she sealed her mouth shut again.
"Sure?" Brian asked seductively.
"Sure," Phoebe said just as firmly, but quieter and less angry now.
"Fine. You sure know how to ruin a guy's fun though..." And then there was a cold feeling as the shimmer just clipped her as Brian disappeared. Her skin tingled with the delight of forbidden love, but she crushed all desire. She loved Cole, no one else.
****Halliwell Manor-Attic**** Glenn decided that he was not looking for curves. He did not want some model that had crammed implants into every part of her body, just so she looked better when twirling onstage in a sleazy strip club so equally sleazy middle-aged men could cram twenties into her G-string. No. Those types of girls - whilst pretty in their own plastic, angular kind of way – did nothing for him.
But Piper... The very essence of hearth and home personified stood before him in all of her natural glory. She hadn't slept too well; there were purple shadows under her eyes. She wore no makeup so her skin was blotchy in places and her eyes looked too puffy. Her hair was tangled and scraped back into a ponytail but she looked stunning. Stunning standing there in slightly-too-short silk pyjamas. But then she was Piper: she'd look stunning in anything.
In his opinion, better than some unnatural, surgery scarred bimbo that gyrated around a pole and for a little extra would dance on your table for you or even your lap. Piper was nothing like that. She had a kid for Christ's sake and she still looked radiant.
Piper cocked her head. A curtain of tangled brown hair fell to one side of her head. She could still hear Wyatt crying. Phoebe was probably having a hard time comforting Piper's son.
"I'm gonna go and see Wyatt, ok?" She left the room, closing the door a lot more gently than Phoebe. Glenn got up to go as well.
"Hey, where are *you* going?" Paige asked.
"The bathroom," Glenn said. "Don't worry, you won't miss me... I don't have any powers, remember? If all of you magical people can't find the demon that attacked then how much chance does a mortal have of being useful?" He left the attic as well.
"He's got a point there..." Cole said with a shrug.
"Hey, it's not his fault that he can't fry anyone one a whim, ya know..." Paige said, sticking up for Glenn. She stepped up beside Prue who had quit looking in the book because she was still reeling from the argument with Phoebe. "Well come on, we're only halfway through this thing..." Paige said, starting to flick pages.
****Halliwell Manor-Bathroom**** Glenn locked the door behind him with a well-oiled click. He climbed into the bathtub and pressed his ear to the cold tiled wall. He could dimly hear Piper and Phoebe's conversation through the divider between the bathroom and Phoebe's room.
"...into... room, ok? ...better... there" Then he missed what Phoebe said, she must have her back to the wall. It was just a remotely Phoebe-sounding jumble of sounds. "...Pheebs. Night..." A door opened and closed. Glenn climbed out of the bath and went to the door. He paused, trying to remember which door was Piper's room. He slipped down the dark corridor and stopped when he heard motherly crooning.
He entered without knocking. "Hey, Piper..." She gave a stifled scream, turning away from Wyatt's closet nursery and moving out into the room. She stood at the foot of her bed and looked at him accusingly.
"Glenn!" She calmed down slightly. "Sorry, you scared me..." Glenn leaned against the door, shutting it with his bodyweight. "Glenn..." He loved the way she uncertainty drew out his name. "What are you doing?" He crossed to Piper in two strides and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She shirked. "Gle-..." Piper was cut off by Glenn sitting astride her hips and leaning forward to kiss her hungrily, his teeth raking across her lips. His tongue brushed her back teeth.
A sharp smack that resounded through the room like a pistol shot pulled him from his moment of passion. Piper had slapped him. In the mirror that he was now facing thanks to the force of Piper's blow he could already see a bright red hand mark rising on his cheek.
"Glenn Belland what the *HELL* do you think you're doing?" Piper shouted.
"Just having some fun with you, Pipe..."
"Well *that* was not *fun*!" On the word fun her knee connected very hard between Glenn's legs. Glenn doubled over and gave a high-pitched gasp/shriek thing and Piper shoved him off of her. She rushed to Wyatt's crib, picked up her child and ran from the bedroom with him.
Glenn fingered the slap mark on his face. "I love you Piper..." He whispered, already curled into a foetal position on the crumpled comforter.
Author's Note: Hey, that was absolutely fantastic!! BRAVO, Charmed-Leo! What did you guys think? Was it good? The spell's starting to take affect. What will happen next? Chapter 30, coming soon!! In the meantime, please REVIEW!!
United Chapter 29!!
A/N: Hey, everybody, this is Matthew. I have the honor to present to you the first chapter (besides his winning Chapter 28 entry) written by my brand-new co-writer, Charmed-Leo! I hope you enjoy it!!
****Halliwell Manor-Phoebe and Cole's Bedroom**** "Leo? Leo wake up..." The voice above him echoed like it was bouncing around inside a huge empty space. The very reverberating voice hurt his head and when he opened his eyes the dim rays of light that pierced through the slits were so painful to his aching eyeballs and head that he screwed them shut again. "I just saw your eyes move, bub. I know you're awake..." As the voice became more defined but in no way less painful he realized that was Paige talking to him.
"Uh..." Leo groaned, realizing that he could no longer keep up the pretence of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes, feeling his pupils contract quickly at the glare. He forced his eyelids to stay open and looked up at Paige. She pushed his hair back from his forehead to get a better look at the ugly blue and purple bruise on his forehead.
"They really hit you hard, huh?" She commented, drawing her hand back in surprise as a small swaddling of little white orbs covered the bruise and softly healed it. Leo sat up slowly, waiting for a wave of dizziness to hit. When none came he sat right up, only to have a huge head rush and to nearly faint again.
"Ok, whoa..." He said, gulping and trying to stay balanced.
"Easy," Paige said, putting her hand on his arm. A cool feeling rippled across the bare skin from her touch, sending a waved of Goosebumps up his arm that made all of the hairs stand on end. He gave a pleasant shiver and smiled at his sister-in-law.
The light from the corridor spilled into the room and bounced off of the shimmering coils of red hair that hung about Paige's pale face. She took a milk-white hand and brushed a gleaming tendril behind her ear. Her dark eyes looked down at her whitelighter in concern.
"Leo?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," He said, feeling his mouth go dry as she helped him up. He licked his lips.
"We thought that big crash was odd..." Paige gave a small laugh. Leo looked around the room, something – anything – to stop him staring at Paige, and saw that his son and niece had put down their shields now. He went over to Wyatt and picked him up. Paige went over to Parker but the tiny infant was now dead to the world so she left her niece asleep.
"Demons came in and did something to me..." The whitelighter shook his head. "Look, you know, never mind. All I got was a bump on the head..." He lifted Wyatt above his head and the kid gurgled sleepily. Paige looked at him sceptically from behind his back but just shrugged.
"As long as you're sure that you're ok... Are you coming up to the attic now?" Leo put Wyatt back into Phoebe's bed.
"No, Paige, just... Stay here a minute..." He walked slowly and deliberately towards her. "Stay with me a little while longer..."
"Paige!" The voice above them was muffled by the wood and plaster between them and the voice's owner, but they could still catch the impatient note in it.
"Sorry, Leo. Gotta go," Paige said quickly, orbing out and leaving Leo alone as the lights faded.
"Damn," He whispered softly, before orbing out to follow her.
****Halliwell Manor-Attic**** Prue's long slender fingers flipped so familiarly through the Book of Shadows, the engagement ring on her finger glittering with every turn of a page. But it didn't stop Cole from looking at her, admiring her posture, watching how her raven hair fell just so in front of her eyes and how she would reach up to brush it away...
He played with the wedding ring on his finger. The gold band encircling the digit meant nothing to him. The ring was a circle, symbol of love's eternity. The 'everlasting' love that he and Phoebe shared. That he and Phoebe *thought* that they shared. But gold could be melted, remoulded and love could be just the same... Phoebe was standing next to Prue but she paled in comparison to her older sister. If Phoebe was a star then Prue was all of the Heavens. Phoebe glowed but Prue blazed like a thousand stars.
He was eyeing up his brother's fiancée and he knew it. But what did it matter? Prue was beautiful, his brother would have to get used to other guys looking at her in a hungry way... able to look but not touch... Brian could touch, Brian could feel, love... And he? No. He could not. Prue would blast him backwards out of the Manor if he ever tried to make a move on her.
But you never know unless you try... He got up from his chair and ignored the two sets of orbing lights as the appeared in front of him. He skirted round them to avoid being crushed by an incoming Paige and Leo and came up behind Prue at the Book of Shadows.
"So... Find anything?" He inhaled the smell of the jasmine in her shampoo and her perfume... She had a much different taste in perfume than Phoebe. This perfume was classy, executive, expensive perfume. Phoebe's taste in perfume was more like air freshener.
"No, not yet..." Prue turned around and barged into his chest. "Oh, jeez Cole, talk about personal space issues..." She shunted him away a few feet with her powers, his shoes skidding across the wooden boards and rumpling up a rug. "That is how far you need to stay from me. Want me to draw a chalk circle to make it clearer?"
"Prue lay off..." Phoebe said, entwining her arm with Cole's. Cole fought hard to not wrench his arm out of Phoebe's clingy, hideously needy and dependant grasp. Eventually he disentangled her from him and moved a few steps into Prue's "Personal Space" area.
"That's it. I'm getting out the chalk..." She paused and then turned to Phoebe. "And, no, Phoebe, I didn't like him when I was alive, and now that I'm dead, guess what? He still ain't my number one guy. I do not want my brother-in-law practically hugging me, ok?" Cole's heart plummeted. Prue hated him. She gave a disgusted shake of her body and turned back to the book.
"Well if you're going to be like that then why didn't you say something at our wedding?" Phoebe grabbed Prue's shoulder and whirled her around to face her. "The priest does a whole section of 'anyone objecting to this union' and *that* was your time to speak Prue, not now!" She paused in her rant, a cruel smile playing across her lips. "Oh, sorry, Prue, I forgot. You were to busy trying to suck Brian's face off at my wedding to listen to that part, weren't you? You make me so mad!"
"Guys, I thought my role of mediator was over now! Quit arguing!" Piper yelled. She was ignored.
"Oh, because you've never kissed Cole have you? You're the perfect virgin angel, aren't you Phoebe?" Prue gave a sarcastic snort of laughter. Phoebe's mouth opened and closed for about a second and then another insult left hr lips.
"Oh, by the way, Prue, I'm pretty sure that it wasn't just Brian's face that you were sucking that day!"
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"No, I'm calling you a hypocritical BITCH!" She put on a sweet voice and clasped her hands over her chest. "'Oh, I hate Cole, he was evil...'" Her voice snapped back to her vicious, bitchy arguing state. "What about your fiancé, how about reformed demon boy over there?" She jabbed a finger at Brian. "So Cole's brother's good enough for you but Cole's not good enough for me?"
"Phoebe! That's... No, I... That's not what I..." Prue stuttered, lost for words for once.
"Yeah, I thought so. I don't see you complaining about your ex-demon boyfriend because you're too busy getting LAID!" Phoebe yelled. She was red in the face now and her hair had fallen across her features. She stormed to the door and opened it, slamming it loudly behind her. Immediately, Wyatt and Parker started wailing in Phoebe's bedroom downstairs.
"Oh, thanks for waking the kids up Phoebe!" Prue yelled.
"She cracked the doorframe..." Brian muttered quietly, looking at the small crevice appearing in the wood as Phoebe left the room. He was surprised at how ugly a Halliwell sister argument could get. There was so much mudslinging going on there that Prue and Phoebe might as well have been wrestling in the stuff... He paused, a smile flittering across his lips.
Hmm... Phoebe wrestling in mud... That idea was definitely one worth holding onto... What was with Prue anyway? She was being such a bitch to poor Phoebe. What the hell did Phoebe do to deserve that? He felt sorry for her and he couldn't help thinking about how good she looked despite her messed up hair and bright red face. No one was volunteering to go after Phoebe so he offered.
"I'll go... See if she's ok..." He said before shimmering out of the attic to find Phoebe.
****Halliwell Manor-Phoebe and Cole's Bedroom**** "You know you're gorgeous when you're angry..." He commented, shimmering into her bedroom and coming up behind Phoebe. She was sitting in the rocking chair that was a gift from Veronica, comforting her daughter with one arm by gently rocking her. Gradually, Parker's wailing stopped and diminished to a happy gurgle.
"What?" Phoebe gave a nervous laugh and turned around.
"You're gorgeous when you're angry," Brian repeated, walking towards Phoebe. Phoebe got out of the chair and took a step backwards.
"Uh-huh, yeah..." She put Parker down in her crib. "See the problem with this scene is that you're engaged to Prue, an-..." Brian moving in and kissing her cut her off. Their lips met and his tongue invaded her mouth. After a few seconds Phoebe broke away from him. "Ok, see I was telling you about how you're engaged to Prue, remember?" Although, after there little argument what better way to get back at her oldest sister than by having Prue's fiancé kissing her willingly?
"Are you gonna tell Prue? 'Cause I'm not..." He moved in close again, pulling her towards him by putting his hands on her hips.
"Even if you're not bothered *I'm* married and it would totally break Cole... I can't do that to him again..." She pushed both of his hands off of Brian and the half-demon stepped away from her.
"Say the word baby and he's out of your life for good," He conjured up an energy ball in his hand.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! NO! You are *not* gonna kill my husband, mister..." Phoebe said, jabbing her finger at his chest. Brian pouted.
"Please ask me too?" He said pleadingly. Phoebe's face was all of the answer he needed. "Fine," He extinguished the energy ball grudgingly by cupping his hands over it. "But you've just got to say the word and he can be a charcoal stain, you got that?"
"I don't. Want him. Dead," She said firmly, shivering with pleasure as Brian disappeared and reappeared behind her, tracing his tongue along a shoulder blade exposed by Phoebe's off-the-shoulders nightie. A tiny moan escaped her lips but then she sealed her mouth shut again.
"Sure?" Brian asked seductively.
"Sure," Phoebe said just as firmly, but quieter and less angry now.
"Fine. You sure know how to ruin a guy's fun though..." And then there was a cold feeling as the shimmer just clipped her as Brian disappeared. Her skin tingled with the delight of forbidden love, but she crushed all desire. She loved Cole, no one else.
****Halliwell Manor-Attic**** Glenn decided that he was not looking for curves. He did not want some model that had crammed implants into every part of her body, just so she looked better when twirling onstage in a sleazy strip club so equally sleazy middle-aged men could cram twenties into her G-string. No. Those types of girls - whilst pretty in their own plastic, angular kind of way – did nothing for him.
But Piper... The very essence of hearth and home personified stood before him in all of her natural glory. She hadn't slept too well; there were purple shadows under her eyes. She wore no makeup so her skin was blotchy in places and her eyes looked too puffy. Her hair was tangled and scraped back into a ponytail but she looked stunning. Stunning standing there in slightly-too-short silk pyjamas. But then she was Piper: she'd look stunning in anything.
In his opinion, better than some unnatural, surgery scarred bimbo that gyrated around a pole and for a little extra would dance on your table for you or even your lap. Piper was nothing like that. She had a kid for Christ's sake and she still looked radiant.
Piper cocked her head. A curtain of tangled brown hair fell to one side of her head. She could still hear Wyatt crying. Phoebe was probably having a hard time comforting Piper's son.
"I'm gonna go and see Wyatt, ok?" She left the room, closing the door a lot more gently than Phoebe. Glenn got up to go as well.
"Hey, where are *you* going?" Paige asked.
"The bathroom," Glenn said. "Don't worry, you won't miss me... I don't have any powers, remember? If all of you magical people can't find the demon that attacked then how much chance does a mortal have of being useful?" He left the attic as well.
"He's got a point there..." Cole said with a shrug.
"Hey, it's not his fault that he can't fry anyone one a whim, ya know..." Paige said, sticking up for Glenn. She stepped up beside Prue who had quit looking in the book because she was still reeling from the argument with Phoebe. "Well come on, we're only halfway through this thing..." Paige said, starting to flick pages.
****Halliwell Manor-Bathroom**** Glenn locked the door behind him with a well-oiled click. He climbed into the bathtub and pressed his ear to the cold tiled wall. He could dimly hear Piper and Phoebe's conversation through the divider between the bathroom and Phoebe's room.
"...into... room, ok? ...better... there" Then he missed what Phoebe said, she must have her back to the wall. It was just a remotely Phoebe-sounding jumble of sounds. "...Pheebs. Night..." A door opened and closed. Glenn climbed out of the bath and went to the door. He paused, trying to remember which door was Piper's room. He slipped down the dark corridor and stopped when he heard motherly crooning.
He entered without knocking. "Hey, Piper..." She gave a stifled scream, turning away from Wyatt's closet nursery and moving out into the room. She stood at the foot of her bed and looked at him accusingly.
"Glenn!" She calmed down slightly. "Sorry, you scared me..." Glenn leaned against the door, shutting it with his bodyweight. "Glenn..." He loved the way she uncertainty drew out his name. "What are you doing?" He crossed to Piper in two strides and pushed her backwards onto the bed. She shirked. "Gle-..." Piper was cut off by Glenn sitting astride her hips and leaning forward to kiss her hungrily, his teeth raking across her lips. His tongue brushed her back teeth.
A sharp smack that resounded through the room like a pistol shot pulled him from his moment of passion. Piper had slapped him. In the mirror that he was now facing thanks to the force of Piper's blow he could already see a bright red hand mark rising on his cheek.
"Glenn Belland what the *HELL* do you think you're doing?" Piper shouted.
"Just having some fun with you, Pipe..."
"Well *that* was not *fun*!" On the word fun her knee connected very hard between Glenn's legs. Glenn doubled over and gave a high-pitched gasp/shriek thing and Piper shoved him off of her. She rushed to Wyatt's crib, picked up her child and ran from the bedroom with him.
Glenn fingered the slap mark on his face. "I love you Piper..." He whispered, already curled into a foetal position on the crumpled comforter.
Author's Note: Hey, that was absolutely fantastic!! BRAVO, Charmed-Leo! What did you guys think? Was it good? The spell's starting to take affect. What will happen next? Chapter 30, coming soon!! In the meantime, please REVIEW!!