Disclaimer: Characters off Charmed are not mine. Original characters are.
Authors note: thanks to everyone who's been reviewing this so far, I appreciate the feedback. And to those who asked, Chris is NOT going to be included in the fic. It would make things a little weird if I were to introduce him at this stage. Sorry to those of you looking for him, just remember that this is an AU future.
INTERMISSION 2
"Are you feeling alright, sweetie?" Piper asked, concerned at how confused her sister seemed to be. Paige seemed to not know what was going on, and was sending her a very strange look, as if she felt that Piper had gone crazy.
"No.I'm okay Aunt Piper," Kyra said. But she wasn't really. She was concerned over what seemed to have happened to her aunt. She seemed confused by everything Ky was saying, and didn't seem to get what she was talking about.
Piper sent a look at Paige again, why did Paige keep adding 'aunt' to her name for God's sake? This was all very odd.
"Anyway, what's Wyatt doing upstairs?" Kyra asked, "I thought he'd gone out with Carly. Are they back already?"
Kyra was starting to become more than a little freaked out by how things were going. It seemed that her Aunt thought something strange was happening, and Ky agreed full-heartedly with that. But Aunt Piper seemed to think it was her who was being odd.
"Who on Earth is Carly, Paige?" Piper asked, "And why would she be taking my son anywhere?" Piper was starting to think that her younger sister needed to get some sleep, or something. She was definitely being odder than usual.
"Uh...I think I'll just go and have a lie down," Kyra decided. "I don't think I feel so good, after all."
She headed towards the steps down to her and Jordi's room. Maybe everything would be normal after she rested a while. Maybe the summoning spell had misfired and caused her to hallucinate for some reason.
"Uh.... Paige, why exactly are you going downstairs?" Piper asked.
"I'm going to my room of course," Kyra said, confused, where else would she be going? And whatever was up with calling her Paige?
"Your room's up thatta way," Piper told her, pointing upstairs, "Come on, I'll help you to bed, okay?" Kyra decided it was easier to just humour her Aunt, the way she was right now. If she wanted Ky to sleep upstairs, well, it wouldn't do any harm. She followed Piper silently upstairs and into the room that Piper opened. The room that had been her parents' until three months ago. Until the demon had killed her mom. Now it was just dad's room.
Piper backed out of the room and headed to the nursery to check on Wyatt. Hopefully Paige would be more herself after she'd had a chance to rest. Perhaps she'd been exhausting herself with magical studies again. Anyway, sleep would surely do her a world of good and have her back to her normal self again. Hopefully anyway. Or else she didn't know what she was going to do.
"Have a nice sleep," she called over her shoulder.
"Thanks," Kyra responded, lying down on the bed. A bed she had in fact never seen before. It wasn't the bed that was normally up here- her parents' bed. It was, if photos were trustworthy, the bed that had been up here before her mom and dad had met, the one that had been her mom's. Ky had presumed it had been gotten rid of years ago, but apparently not. The aunts must've had it stashed somewhere, and decided to bring it back up for some reason.
Ky could see why. It must be a remarkably hardy bed, as it looked in pretty good condition, even though it was all those years old. And maybe her dad hadn't wanted to be in the bed he had shared with his wife all those years, now she was gone. And in the Halliwell household, it really wasn't worth buying new furniture-it tended to get destroyed whenever they did. Recycling old stuff worked well around the Halliwells.
Suddenly she realised something strange. This bed was really very short. When she stretched her legs out, they touched the end of it. Her dad must have to sleep curled up if it was that short. He was much taller than her. He was even a little taller than her mom, and she had not been a short woman.
It really was difficult for her to get comfortable in this unfamiliar bed. She didn't get why she couldn't use her own, down in the basement. No one would disturb her down there either, if that was why Aunt Piper had made her come up here. In fact, she was more likely to get disturbed up here, as the majority of the kids' rooms were on this level.
Kyra tossed and turned a while longer, trying to at least settle into a position where she could lie comfortably and think, if she couldn't sleep. But eventually she realised it just wasn't going to work. Maybe she should just give downstairs another try, see if Aunt Piper had worked herself out of her odd mood, or if any of the others were home to help figure what was wrong.
But first, she thought she might take a shower. She really could do with a good relax, and time in a nice hot shower generally could make her feel better, for a little while at least. Plus, it was such a novelty for it to be so quiet around at this time of day, that she might as well take advantage of it to beat the rush there would invariably be in the evening. So many people living in one house, with only three bathrooms, meant that the times when everyone was using them were chaos.
And thank God the Manor was so big anyway. If it hadn't been, there was no way the lot of them would have been able to live in the one house without killing each other. It'd come close enough at times as it was.
She wandered to the closest bathroom, grabbing a clean towel from the linen closet on her way. The littlies never could seem to remember not to use other people's towels, and last time she'd checked, hers had been soaked through, thanks to someone who was not her. Other than that, the culprit was anonymous, for the moment. But she was used to it; it was really no biggie.
She ran the water, nice and hot as she liked it, and grabbed soap and shampoo. While she was at it, she may as well wash her hair.
As she got undressed, she mused over her day. It really had been an odd one, with a busy morning and an incredibly strange afternoon. It would be nice to have some time to think a little clearer, and try to figure things out.
Authors note: I hope this chapter was all right, and at least sort of worth the long wait. I know Kyra's end is moving incredibly slowly, or seems like it, but that is because of the things that are taking place back in her time. Please give me some feedback of things that could be improved, or what you think I need. It would be greatly appreciated, as I am finding it difficult to write much recently.
Authors note: thanks to everyone who's been reviewing this so far, I appreciate the feedback. And to those who asked, Chris is NOT going to be included in the fic. It would make things a little weird if I were to introduce him at this stage. Sorry to those of you looking for him, just remember that this is an AU future.
INTERMISSION 2
"Are you feeling alright, sweetie?" Piper asked, concerned at how confused her sister seemed to be. Paige seemed to not know what was going on, and was sending her a very strange look, as if she felt that Piper had gone crazy.
"No.I'm okay Aunt Piper," Kyra said. But she wasn't really. She was concerned over what seemed to have happened to her aunt. She seemed confused by everything Ky was saying, and didn't seem to get what she was talking about.
Piper sent a look at Paige again, why did Paige keep adding 'aunt' to her name for God's sake? This was all very odd.
"Anyway, what's Wyatt doing upstairs?" Kyra asked, "I thought he'd gone out with Carly. Are they back already?"
Kyra was starting to become more than a little freaked out by how things were going. It seemed that her Aunt thought something strange was happening, and Ky agreed full-heartedly with that. But Aunt Piper seemed to think it was her who was being odd.
"Who on Earth is Carly, Paige?" Piper asked, "And why would she be taking my son anywhere?" Piper was starting to think that her younger sister needed to get some sleep, or something. She was definitely being odder than usual.
"Uh...I think I'll just go and have a lie down," Kyra decided. "I don't think I feel so good, after all."
She headed towards the steps down to her and Jordi's room. Maybe everything would be normal after she rested a while. Maybe the summoning spell had misfired and caused her to hallucinate for some reason.
"Uh.... Paige, why exactly are you going downstairs?" Piper asked.
"I'm going to my room of course," Kyra said, confused, where else would she be going? And whatever was up with calling her Paige?
"Your room's up thatta way," Piper told her, pointing upstairs, "Come on, I'll help you to bed, okay?" Kyra decided it was easier to just humour her Aunt, the way she was right now. If she wanted Ky to sleep upstairs, well, it wouldn't do any harm. She followed Piper silently upstairs and into the room that Piper opened. The room that had been her parents' until three months ago. Until the demon had killed her mom. Now it was just dad's room.
Piper backed out of the room and headed to the nursery to check on Wyatt. Hopefully Paige would be more herself after she'd had a chance to rest. Perhaps she'd been exhausting herself with magical studies again. Anyway, sleep would surely do her a world of good and have her back to her normal self again. Hopefully anyway. Or else she didn't know what she was going to do.
"Have a nice sleep," she called over her shoulder.
"Thanks," Kyra responded, lying down on the bed. A bed she had in fact never seen before. It wasn't the bed that was normally up here- her parents' bed. It was, if photos were trustworthy, the bed that had been up here before her mom and dad had met, the one that had been her mom's. Ky had presumed it had been gotten rid of years ago, but apparently not. The aunts must've had it stashed somewhere, and decided to bring it back up for some reason.
Ky could see why. It must be a remarkably hardy bed, as it looked in pretty good condition, even though it was all those years old. And maybe her dad hadn't wanted to be in the bed he had shared with his wife all those years, now she was gone. And in the Halliwell household, it really wasn't worth buying new furniture-it tended to get destroyed whenever they did. Recycling old stuff worked well around the Halliwells.
Suddenly she realised something strange. This bed was really very short. When she stretched her legs out, they touched the end of it. Her dad must have to sleep curled up if it was that short. He was much taller than her. He was even a little taller than her mom, and she had not been a short woman.
It really was difficult for her to get comfortable in this unfamiliar bed. She didn't get why she couldn't use her own, down in the basement. No one would disturb her down there either, if that was why Aunt Piper had made her come up here. In fact, she was more likely to get disturbed up here, as the majority of the kids' rooms were on this level.
Kyra tossed and turned a while longer, trying to at least settle into a position where she could lie comfortably and think, if she couldn't sleep. But eventually she realised it just wasn't going to work. Maybe she should just give downstairs another try, see if Aunt Piper had worked herself out of her odd mood, or if any of the others were home to help figure what was wrong.
But first, she thought she might take a shower. She really could do with a good relax, and time in a nice hot shower generally could make her feel better, for a little while at least. Plus, it was such a novelty for it to be so quiet around at this time of day, that she might as well take advantage of it to beat the rush there would invariably be in the evening. So many people living in one house, with only three bathrooms, meant that the times when everyone was using them were chaos.
And thank God the Manor was so big anyway. If it hadn't been, there was no way the lot of them would have been able to live in the one house without killing each other. It'd come close enough at times as it was.
She wandered to the closest bathroom, grabbing a clean towel from the linen closet on her way. The littlies never could seem to remember not to use other people's towels, and last time she'd checked, hers had been soaked through, thanks to someone who was not her. Other than that, the culprit was anonymous, for the moment. But she was used to it; it was really no biggie.
She ran the water, nice and hot as she liked it, and grabbed soap and shampoo. While she was at it, she may as well wash her hair.
As she got undressed, she mused over her day. It really had been an odd one, with a busy morning and an incredibly strange afternoon. It would be nice to have some time to think a little clearer, and try to figure things out.
Authors note: I hope this chapter was all right, and at least sort of worth the long wait. I know Kyra's end is moving incredibly slowly, or seems like it, but that is because of the things that are taking place back in her time. Please give me some feedback of things that could be improved, or what you think I need. It would be greatly appreciated, as I am finding it difficult to write much recently.