Running From Your Past
This story line is a teen/adult one since I'll be going back and forth from Piper's present, to her past, where at 16, Piper leaves the life she knew. Only to be thinking back on it 6 years later as events and people from her past, start appearing in her life now.
AN: I don't own any of the characters, expect the ones I add in. Which are Jeff, Scott and Jen. I might add in others if I need too. Prue never died, since Piper was never there to complete the Power of Three. Prue and Phoebe did get their powers, but they were just the Power of two. Leo is their white-lighter, but he knew the girls when they were teenagers, because he was one too and did age as the two sisters did. (It will get explained in later chapters so don't worry). Andy also never died, since as I said before, no PO3 (power of 3). Piper doesn't have her powers and she doesn't know about any of her magic side, since the girls had to be together to become the PO3. Ok, keep in mind, from now on if I put Piper for Jen, its cause that's how she knows her mom, even though she won't say Piper. For everyone else, its Taylor and I will write Taylor not Piper. If it gets confusing, I'll just say Taylor, but write Piper. Also some might be from Piper's point of view or someone else's or its going to be the normal way.
Piper's Point of View.
When waking up this morning I had no idea that my fears would come out even more than when I first met Leo Wyatt. I either had a choice to run away again, or prove that it wouldn't effect me by staying. I'm still in debate of what I should do, I want to protect myself, but also protect Jen from a life I didn't want her exposed too.
I parked my car in the restaurant parking lot, and made my way in. Looking at my watch, I saw it was 8:30, which meant I had an hour to get the back kitchen ready. As I made my way around the tables, I felt someone watching, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Leo Wyatt, standing by his office door watching me. I felt a raise of uneasiness come my body, but I let out a breath and kept on my way. When I went in the back, I started to set up each station with what each chef used. I heard one of the kitchen doors open, and I instantly knew it was Leo. I couldn't believe I was able to sense when he came into a room still after all these years, but it made me feel more relaxed and calmer. "You're here early." I heard him say after a little while of him just standing there and me just ignoring him. "I always am. I usually have everything set up for when the other chefs come in." I told him, as I went on with what I was doing and not meeting his eyes, which I felt, were looking at my face. "What time is that usually?" He asked me, as I still felt his eyes on my every move. "At 9:30." I told him plainly as I went to get something from the sink. "Can I ask you something?" He asked me after a moment of silence and that's when the panic started to rise in me again. "I guess so." I told him a little uneasy. "Where did you live before you moved here to Sacramento?" He asked, and that's when I froze, my hands stopped what they were doing and I felt like I was drowning in a pool of panic and fear that wouldn't let my body move. "Sorry, I was just wondering since everyone else here is from around San Francisco. You don't have to say if you don't feel like you should." I heard him add in after a second, I guess he noticed my freeze up. "No, It's um- fine. So, wher-where I lived before Sacramento?" I asked him in a nervous voice. I felt him walk over to me, and saw he was standing right next to me and I felt like a 16-year-old again. Just from him standing next to me brought back memories from his and mine time together, but I had to push those great feelings aside, and get through what was happening right now, not 6 years ago. "Yeah, where did you moved from?" He asked again in a different way. I started to get a brain lock, which wouldn't let me think of a place of where I could have used to live, but than I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "I moved here from Los Angeles." I said to him rather to quickly so he would maybe get that I wanted the questions to stop. "So you've never been to San Francisco?" He asked me. I than looked up at him, and looked into his green eyes and was once again reminded of our past together, than I noticed how close we were standing next to each other and I stepped back a bit. "I don't have any reason to go there." I told him lying than broke our eye contact and looked back at the table at a metal spoon. "Oh. Well I should let you get back to work. See you later than Taylor." He told me, than started back out of the kitchen. I watched him leave when I slightly looked up, and I felt some of my panic leave as he did. I put a hand on my forehead and bent down, with my other hand holding on the tableside for balance. 'Please don't make him figure it out.' I said to myself, before I stood up and went to getting things ready.
I didn't know if he was on to me, or just really asking questions about where I lived. When some of the other chefs came in, I asked them if Leo had asked where they used to live, only two other chefs said yes, the rest said no. Which I found odd myself, since he said he asked everyone, but I wasn't going to worry about it. It seemed he believe that I was from Los Angeles, since he didn't come back trying for a second round of questions, but I knew from now on I had to watch my back and how I respond to his questions.
This story line is a teen/adult one since I'll be going back and forth from Piper's present, to her past, where at 16, Piper leaves the life she knew. Only to be thinking back on it 6 years later as events and people from her past, start appearing in her life now.
AN: I don't own any of the characters, expect the ones I add in. Which are Jeff, Scott and Jen. I might add in others if I need too. Prue never died, since Piper was never there to complete the Power of Three. Prue and Phoebe did get their powers, but they were just the Power of two. Leo is their white-lighter, but he knew the girls when they were teenagers, because he was one too and did age as the two sisters did. (It will get explained in later chapters so don't worry). Andy also never died, since as I said before, no PO3 (power of 3). Piper doesn't have her powers and she doesn't know about any of her magic side, since the girls had to be together to become the PO3. Ok, keep in mind, from now on if I put Piper for Jen, its cause that's how she knows her mom, even though she won't say Piper. For everyone else, its Taylor and I will write Taylor not Piper. If it gets confusing, I'll just say Taylor, but write Piper. Also some might be from Piper's point of view or someone else's or its going to be the normal way.
Piper's Point of View.
When waking up this morning I had no idea that my fears would come out even more than when I first met Leo Wyatt. I either had a choice to run away again, or prove that it wouldn't effect me by staying. I'm still in debate of what I should do, I want to protect myself, but also protect Jen from a life I didn't want her exposed too.
I parked my car in the restaurant parking lot, and made my way in. Looking at my watch, I saw it was 8:30, which meant I had an hour to get the back kitchen ready. As I made my way around the tables, I felt someone watching, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Leo Wyatt, standing by his office door watching me. I felt a raise of uneasiness come my body, but I let out a breath and kept on my way. When I went in the back, I started to set up each station with what each chef used. I heard one of the kitchen doors open, and I instantly knew it was Leo. I couldn't believe I was able to sense when he came into a room still after all these years, but it made me feel more relaxed and calmer. "You're here early." I heard him say after a little while of him just standing there and me just ignoring him. "I always am. I usually have everything set up for when the other chefs come in." I told him, as I went on with what I was doing and not meeting his eyes, which I felt, were looking at my face. "What time is that usually?" He asked me, as I still felt his eyes on my every move. "At 9:30." I told him plainly as I went to get something from the sink. "Can I ask you something?" He asked me after a moment of silence and that's when the panic started to rise in me again. "I guess so." I told him a little uneasy. "Where did you live before you moved here to Sacramento?" He asked, and that's when I froze, my hands stopped what they were doing and I felt like I was drowning in a pool of panic and fear that wouldn't let my body move. "Sorry, I was just wondering since everyone else here is from around San Francisco. You don't have to say if you don't feel like you should." I heard him add in after a second, I guess he noticed my freeze up. "No, It's um- fine. So, wher-where I lived before Sacramento?" I asked him in a nervous voice. I felt him walk over to me, and saw he was standing right next to me and I felt like a 16-year-old again. Just from him standing next to me brought back memories from his and mine time together, but I had to push those great feelings aside, and get through what was happening right now, not 6 years ago. "Yeah, where did you moved from?" He asked again in a different way. I started to get a brain lock, which wouldn't let me think of a place of where I could have used to live, but than I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "I moved here from Los Angeles." I said to him rather to quickly so he would maybe get that I wanted the questions to stop. "So you've never been to San Francisco?" He asked me. I than looked up at him, and looked into his green eyes and was once again reminded of our past together, than I noticed how close we were standing next to each other and I stepped back a bit. "I don't have any reason to go there." I told him lying than broke our eye contact and looked back at the table at a metal spoon. "Oh. Well I should let you get back to work. See you later than Taylor." He told me, than started back out of the kitchen. I watched him leave when I slightly looked up, and I felt some of my panic leave as he did. I put a hand on my forehead and bent down, with my other hand holding on the tableside for balance. 'Please don't make him figure it out.' I said to myself, before I stood up and went to getting things ready.
I didn't know if he was on to me, or just really asking questions about where I lived. When some of the other chefs came in, I asked them if Leo had asked where they used to live, only two other chefs said yes, the rest said no. Which I found odd myself, since he said he asked everyone, but I wasn't going to worry about it. It seemed he believe that I was from Los Angeles, since he didn't come back trying for a second round of questions, but I knew from now on I had to watch my back and how I respond to his questions.