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A/N: Note to Princess Pinky: Just wanted to let you know that the Power of Four being in my story wasn't deliberately copying off you. I adore your trilogy, but I would never plagiarize it. I thought about the Power of Four because as much as I hate OCs, I really wanted to make a story in which Prue was included, but I wanted to show the girls as the actresses rather than their on-screen selves. At first it was going to be a one shot in which Shannen and Alyssa would just go at each other and the jokes would be really funny, but then I was thinking about an alternate Charmed reality and thought I would just combine the two. So if you read the first chapter, don't think that the last line was a deliberate act of plagiarism. Oh and also, sorry for using the name Pam. It's just I couldn't find a "P" name besides Penny, Patty, Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Pearl, Phiona, Pam, or Pandora. Really sorry. P. S. to all other readers: If you're Irish or Italian, please, please, don't be offended by the comments in this chapter. I just wanted to emphasize the fact that Shannen Doherty and Alyssa Milano really don't like each other. I read somewhere (I must sound like such an idiot) that when the Irish and Italians first came to New York, there was a lot of hostility between the two groups. Then it escalated into the rivalry between the Italian and Irish Mobs, yatta yatta yatta, bottom line, really sorry if I offended anyone, but please don't stop reading the story because of this.
Chapter 2: The Crazies
Pam snapped back to reality very quickly, for Shannen had too felt the power when she touched her hand, and knew that something odd was afoot. She kept Pam from falling, and even though she knew that there was something strange happening, she shrugged it off as the thought that Pam was just not a morning person.
"You seem, shaky, is there anything that I could get for you? As a star of a highly rated show, I do have many accommodations." Shannen looked down towards a marble looking object with a black and red button that was attached to a wooden dresser. The red button said DO NOT PUSH in bold letters, and Pam knew why. If Shannen would have ever taken the time to un- attached that calling device, she would find an inscription on the back from J.R. Recanter. As far as she knew it was just an object for her service, and she never wondered why the rest of the stars on the show didn't have their calling buttons attached to a dresser. She never even wondered why only her dresser had the Triquetra on the front. She figured it was a stunt for the show, she never thought of the possibilities. Shannen pressed the black button and within seconds a man walked into the room.
"Yes Ms. Doherty, what can I get for you and your, uh, friend here?"
"Could you get her some hot coffee Jake? This early in the morning, people," she started, taking a quick glance at Pam, "can be really, dazed, without something to wake them up."
"Sure I'll have it in a second," said Jake. He gave quick wink at Pam, but Shannen didn't see it.
"Thanks so much Jake," Shannen said this in a offhand voice, wanting to get back to whatever it was that this mysterious girl wanted to talk to her about.
"So, what is it you wanted to speak to m..."
"You mean us; I wanted to speak to all three of you." Pam knew this was rude, but she needed to get this done as fast a possible. The quicker, the better.
"Right," Shannen said shortly, not enjoying being talked to in such a hostile manner, "I'll get the other two." "Holly, Alyssa!" Shannen called from the main room. Apparently Shannen did have quite nice accommodations. She didn't know dressing rooms were this big.
Alyssa came in expecting another fight from Shannen, and she had obviously been prepared for whatever Shannen would say. "What do you want now 'Ms. High-And-Irish'? Wanna make another crack about how you never find an Italian person from Brooklyn in the New York Senate? You know what, I am so tired of you so you can just....."
"I don't need your tongue right now Mil......" Shannen started, but was interrupted by Holly, the peacemaker. But Shannen and Alyssa didn't take their eyes off each other, and stared with icy glares.
"Oh look, we have company!" Interjected Holly. "Shannen, were you planning to introduce us to your new," she paused for a second, considering what to call Pam, "acquaintance?"
"Yes, this is Pam. Sorry, Holly, I was rudely interrupted." With this Shannen reluctantly tore her eyes away from Alyssa's, just in time to miss Alyssa's eyes roll.
"How nice to meet you," Holly said, extending a hand to shake.
Pam didn't want to go through the same thing she just felt with Shannen, so she decided to pretend to be a crazed fan.
"Oh, I could never dream of touching the hand of a star like you!" Pam lied "Someone with no fame like me, shaking your hand?!? Never!"
A very flattered Holly pulled her hand away from the open air. Pam could see her face redden as she did so. If there was one thing Pam had mastered over the years, it was the art of convincing lying.
"Well do we a fan on our hands?" Commented Alyssa cheerfully, hoping for the same flattery.
"Actually, she had something to tell us." Started Shannen. But she trailed off as she they all turned their attention to Pam.
"You, all might want to sit down for this." "We, ---we're all---sisters."
"Oh no. Another one of the crazies. Why do we always get the crazies?!" Yelled Holly, half joking half serious. She now dropped her motherly manner for a highly skeptical one. "I bet the people on Everwood never get the crazies! When's the last time they got a crazy in Stars Hollow huh? Huh?"
"You have to listen to me, just listen to my story; you'll have to believe me."
A/N: I know, it's still really slow. But don't stop. Everything happens in the next chapter. I just wanted to have some humor before the sadness. Break out the tissues folks. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
A/N: Note to Princess Pinky: Just wanted to let you know that the Power of Four being in my story wasn't deliberately copying off you. I adore your trilogy, but I would never plagiarize it. I thought about the Power of Four because as much as I hate OCs, I really wanted to make a story in which Prue was included, but I wanted to show the girls as the actresses rather than their on-screen selves. At first it was going to be a one shot in which Shannen and Alyssa would just go at each other and the jokes would be really funny, but then I was thinking about an alternate Charmed reality and thought I would just combine the two. So if you read the first chapter, don't think that the last line was a deliberate act of plagiarism. Oh and also, sorry for using the name Pam. It's just I couldn't find a "P" name besides Penny, Patty, Prue, Piper, Phoebe, Paige, Pearl, Phiona, Pam, or Pandora. Really sorry. P. S. to all other readers: If you're Irish or Italian, please, please, don't be offended by the comments in this chapter. I just wanted to emphasize the fact that Shannen Doherty and Alyssa Milano really don't like each other. I read somewhere (I must sound like such an idiot) that when the Irish and Italians first came to New York, there was a lot of hostility between the two groups. Then it escalated into the rivalry between the Italian and Irish Mobs, yatta yatta yatta, bottom line, really sorry if I offended anyone, but please don't stop reading the story because of this.
Chapter 2: The Crazies
Pam snapped back to reality very quickly, for Shannen had too felt the power when she touched her hand, and knew that something odd was afoot. She kept Pam from falling, and even though she knew that there was something strange happening, she shrugged it off as the thought that Pam was just not a morning person.
"You seem, shaky, is there anything that I could get for you? As a star of a highly rated show, I do have many accommodations." Shannen looked down towards a marble looking object with a black and red button that was attached to a wooden dresser. The red button said DO NOT PUSH in bold letters, and Pam knew why. If Shannen would have ever taken the time to un- attached that calling device, she would find an inscription on the back from J.R. Recanter. As far as she knew it was just an object for her service, and she never wondered why the rest of the stars on the show didn't have their calling buttons attached to a dresser. She never even wondered why only her dresser had the Triquetra on the front. She figured it was a stunt for the show, she never thought of the possibilities. Shannen pressed the black button and within seconds a man walked into the room.
"Yes Ms. Doherty, what can I get for you and your, uh, friend here?"
"Could you get her some hot coffee Jake? This early in the morning, people," she started, taking a quick glance at Pam, "can be really, dazed, without something to wake them up."
"Sure I'll have it in a second," said Jake. He gave quick wink at Pam, but Shannen didn't see it.
"Thanks so much Jake," Shannen said this in a offhand voice, wanting to get back to whatever it was that this mysterious girl wanted to talk to her about.
"So, what is it you wanted to speak to m..."
"You mean us; I wanted to speak to all three of you." Pam knew this was rude, but she needed to get this done as fast a possible. The quicker, the better.
"Right," Shannen said shortly, not enjoying being talked to in such a hostile manner, "I'll get the other two." "Holly, Alyssa!" Shannen called from the main room. Apparently Shannen did have quite nice accommodations. She didn't know dressing rooms were this big.
Alyssa came in expecting another fight from Shannen, and she had obviously been prepared for whatever Shannen would say. "What do you want now 'Ms. High-And-Irish'? Wanna make another crack about how you never find an Italian person from Brooklyn in the New York Senate? You know what, I am so tired of you so you can just....."
"I don't need your tongue right now Mil......" Shannen started, but was interrupted by Holly, the peacemaker. But Shannen and Alyssa didn't take their eyes off each other, and stared with icy glares.
"Oh look, we have company!" Interjected Holly. "Shannen, were you planning to introduce us to your new," she paused for a second, considering what to call Pam, "acquaintance?"
"Yes, this is Pam. Sorry, Holly, I was rudely interrupted." With this Shannen reluctantly tore her eyes away from Alyssa's, just in time to miss Alyssa's eyes roll.
"How nice to meet you," Holly said, extending a hand to shake.
Pam didn't want to go through the same thing she just felt with Shannen, so she decided to pretend to be a crazed fan.
"Oh, I could never dream of touching the hand of a star like you!" Pam lied "Someone with no fame like me, shaking your hand?!? Never!"
A very flattered Holly pulled her hand away from the open air. Pam could see her face redden as she did so. If there was one thing Pam had mastered over the years, it was the art of convincing lying.
"Well do we a fan on our hands?" Commented Alyssa cheerfully, hoping for the same flattery.
"Actually, she had something to tell us." Started Shannen. But she trailed off as she they all turned their attention to Pam.
"You, all might want to sit down for this." "We, ---we're all---sisters."
"Oh no. Another one of the crazies. Why do we always get the crazies?!" Yelled Holly, half joking half serious. She now dropped her motherly manner for a highly skeptical one. "I bet the people on Everwood never get the crazies! When's the last time they got a crazy in Stars Hollow huh? Huh?"
"You have to listen to me, just listen to my story; you'll have to believe me."
A/N: I know, it's still really slow. But don't stop. Everything happens in the next chapter. I just wanted to have some humor before the sadness. Break out the tissues folks. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!