By J. B. Tilton email: Rating: G
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 4 episodes "Trial By Magic" and "Lost And Bound".
Although technically not a crossover, this story was partially inspired by the hit television series from the 1960s called "The Beverly Hillbillies".)
The sisters get a visit from some very unusual cousins they never knew they had.
ONE
Paige came down the stairs and looked around the entryway. Everything seemed quiet at least for the moment. After the recent fiasco with Glenn she had decided to ease up on the magic use for a bit. Although Piper and Phoebe had forgiven her for what had happened, she could tell they still weren't happy about it.
She heard an explosion outside that sounded like a car backfiring. Cautiously she looked out the front room window to see what was going on. In the middle of the street in front of the house sat an old truck. It had to be forty years old and a cloud of smoke was just now dissipating from around it. Other than the truck, which seemed to be piled as full as possible with an assortment of items, nothing seemed out of place. Deciding that there was nothing amiss, she decided to go to the kitchen and get something to eat.
As she fixed a sandwich, she sighed. She was getting bored. Even with studying magic several hours a day, there still wasn't enough to keep her busy. Her vacation days at work were beginning to pile up and her boss had insisted she take a few days off so she wouldn't loose any. She'd be glad when her vacation was finally over and she'd be able to get back to work.
Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. Probably a salesman, thought Paige. Well, at least it would give her something to do for a few minutes anyway. As she opened the front door, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A man, in his sixties, stood on the front porch smiling from ear to ear. Next to him stood an older woman, apparently in her eighties, clutching a large satchel. Behind them stood a young man, about Paige's age, and a young woman, about Phoebe's age.
The quartet was all dressed in very old clothes. They had obviously been patched several times and the older man wore a hat that had seen better days. Paige noticed the old truck sitting at the curb in front of the manor. Then entire scene reminded her of something out of "The Grapes Of Wrath", a movie she had seen one night on the late show.
"Can I help you?" questioned Paige.
"Howdy, miss," said the older man. "I reckon y'all can. We's be lookin' fer 1329 Prescott Street. This here seems to be the place."
"Well, yes," said Paige, "this is 1329 Prescott Street. Did you need something?"
"Y'all must be one of them Halleewell sisters," said the older woman. "From the looks of ya, I'd figure you'd be Phoebe."
"Actually," said Paige, "my name is Paige Matthews."
"Gee, pa," said the younger man before Paige could say another word, "I telled you we shoulda' called first. Dang nabbit, we done come all this way fer nothin'."
"Watch yer mouth, boy," chastised the older woman.
"Simmer down," said the older man. "We's gonna' git this straightened out."
"Actually," said Paige, "this is the Halliwell manor. Phoebe and Piper are my sisters. Well, half sisters, anyway."
"Then I reckon we gots the right place," said the older man. "My name is Cletus Mcellhenny. This here," he indicated the older woman, "is my ma, Daisy Mae."
"Jes' call me granny," said the old woman, pushing her way into the manor. "Everone does."
"These here be my son, Angus Todd and my niece, Maribelle," said Cletus.
"Oohh wee," said granny standing in the entryway. "Angus Todd, Maribelle, come take a look see at this here chandeeleer they gots. They must make a heap of money to afford something like that."
"Actually it came with the house," said Paige, totally perplexed. "Just who are you people and what do you want?"
"We's come fer a visit," said Cletus as the brood moved into the entryway. "Come all the way from Myrtle Creek, Arkansas. Ain't never been to the big city afor. Been lookin' fer this place fer three days."
"Okay," said Paige. "Who are you?"
"We's yer kin," said granny. "We's yer cousins from Myrtle Creek, Arkansas, and we figured it was time we gots to know you and yorn."
Paige just stared at the four in total disbelief.