Disclaimer: I don't own charmed, or any of its characters.
Author's note: I am gonna get some hate-reviews for writing this fic... Don't hate me! It's just a story. Don't panic, Charmed isn't really ending, this is just a fan fiction from a weird fifteen year old girl imagining how it could have ended half way through season seven. Okay? Still hate me? Then review it and tell me!
Okay, like I said this is set half way through season seven. Piper and Leo aren't back together yet. (I'm just making you hate me more aren't I? Alright... Just read it!)
HOW SOON IS NOW. . . ?
PROLOGUE
(Flash back to 'the truth is out there and it hurts' in season one.)
Exotic leafy plants were situated around Halliwell manors sunroom, appreciatively absorbing the plentiful rays of San Francisco's sun. With its antique ornaments and white wicker furniture, this room was easily the best in the house. Relaxing. Calming. Usually…
The only thing spoiling that mood, was the young woman rigidly sitting in there, loosing a fight with an argumentative phone…
"Martin I can't work tonight, I have to do the books." She said, absentmindedly playing with her shoulder length brunette hair.
"Do the books and run the floor? That's impossi-"
He wasn't listening to her. He hardly ever did…
"But you don't understa-"
No. According to Martin, he did understand. And if she understood what was good for her, she'd get herself over to Quake.
Piper sighed.
"Right now?" she asked, admitting defeat.
"I'm on my way."
Martin hung up.
"Nice talking to you too, jerk." She muttered, slamming the phone down on the white wicker table.
-Looks like I'm going to work.- She thought, standing up.
-Everyone else gets a day off. But me? No! Not Piper…-
"Hey." A voice said, interrupting her thoughts.
"I had a little bit of an accident." Leo told her, examining his stained blue shirt.
"Do you mind is I borrow your washer?"
Piper smiled. He was polite and cute. Now that was unusual…
"Not at all, go right ahead. Can I get you some coffee?"
"Oh you better not. I'll just wind up knocking it all over again." He said smiling.
Piper laughed. A good sense of humour… This guy just had everything going for him, didn't he?
"The truth is, caffeine make me a little clumsy, you know?" He explained, weaving his way through the furniture.
"Leo wait." Piper called, insistently.
He stopped. Turned.
"Yeah?"
Now she was nervous. Eyes wide. Hands clasped…
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." He agreed.
It refused to leave her mouth…
"Do you need another shirt?" she asked instead.
"No. I got one in the truck. Thanks."
He turned again.
"Leo wait that wasn't my question." She squeaked.
"It wasn't?"
He looked mildly amused.
"No…" she admitted, diverting her eyes.
"Um. I was just wondering do you ever…"
She took a deep breath.
"Think of me?"
"Yeah." He answered immediately.
That was good. That was very good… Unless he was thinking about how much he hated her…
"I-in what way?" she asked quickly.
"As a friend sort of way, or-"
"You have beautiful eyes." He offered.
"That's a good way."
He looked embarrassed. He was so cute when he was embarrassed…
"I'm sorry." He apologized, smiling.
"That was totally inappropriate, wasn't it?"
"No. Not at all." She insisted.
Piper closed her eyes.
"Oh what the hell, Leo how do you feel about women who make the first move?"
"I don't know." He said honestly.
"I'm still waiting for it to happen."
"Goodness…" Piper breathed.
She moved towards him. Wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissed him…
He kissed her back, gently stroking her hair, as his lips covered hers.
The kiss ended. There was no going back now… What was she supposed to say?
"Er…" Leo said, smiling at her sheepishly.
"How do you feel about guys who make the second move?"
"Love 'em." She promised, her heart pounding.
He kissed her again…
(End of flashback.)
Six years… Had it really been that long?
Six years since Leo Wyatt had first fallen in love with Piper Halliwell. And that love had never once wavered…
He watched her now; gently settling their three month old son down in his tiny crib. Cooing at him. Smiling.
Her loose dark hair cascaded down her back, glistening a warm golden colour in the soft autumn sun.
He had always loved her hair…
Satisfied that baby Chris was asleep, Piper carefully crept out of the room, soundlessly shutting the nursery door.
She hadn't seen him yet. Hadn't noticed the sparkling blue and white lights when he orbed in. Hadn't heard the metallic chiming that accompanied him.
He had let her stay oblivious to his presence; content just to watch her. Like he had done her entire life…
She walked towards him now, in poised, confident strides.
He loved the way she walked….
Six years… And he loved her more than ever…
"Leo."
It hurt Piper to see him here. Part of her would always hate him for what he had put through. Another part of her, a bigger part, was screaming at her to get over it. This was Leo. The love of her life…
"Hi." He said softly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Is everyone else? Wyatt? Chris? Paige? Phoebe?"
"Everyone's fine."
"Are you sure?"
Piper hesitated.
"Leo are you alright?"
"Yeah. I-I'm… Yeah."
"What's wrong?" She asked instinctively.
"Nothing." He assured her.
"I'm fine."
He didn't look fine. He looked tired. His dirty blonde hair was untamed, and dishevelled. And his green shirt was crumpled, and buttoned up wrong.
He recognized the anxiety on her face.
"Don't worry about me."
"I can't help it." She told him quietly.
For a split second, Piper thought she something that looked very much like love, glinting in his green eyes…
"I've got to go." He said abruptly.
"I'll see you later."
"Leo wait. Aren't you going to stay and wish Paige a happy-"
Piper rolled her eyes. She was talking to an empty room.
"Birthday." She finished.
God, she hated when he did that…
CHAPTER ONE
"Memories are treasures that no one can steal,
Recollections of life, vibrant and real.
Seasons may change and time may sever,
But beautiful memories stay with us forever."
"Its for everything that you missed." Phoebe said.
Paige smiled.
It was a smile that would fade from her lips, but stay in her heart for a long time.
"Well, I guess that my very expensive shirt is now obsolete…" Piper muttered.
"There's no way I can compete with a… photo album." She said with a synthesized drum roll.
"Oh, stop moaning. She loves the top." Phoebe insisted, examining the skimpy, pastel green garment.
"I know." Piper admitted.
She draped an arm, idly around her youngest sisters shoulders.
"Happy birthday kiddo. So, what's in this album?"
Phoebe frowned in mock confusion.
"What, oh what, to put in a photo album…"
Paige gently turned the lilac cover, lovingly beaded with her name.
The first picture was of all three of them. She was flame haired, and wearing a pale blue, off the shoulder silk top. She was sitting in between Piper, who was shying away from the camera, and Phoebe, who was posing for all she was worth.
"We sisters three." Phoebe commentated.
"You, me, and Piper."
There was one of Piper and Leo on their wedding day. Some of Wyatt. Some of Chris. Photos of three smiling little girls…
"Like I'm gonna forget who we are." Paige mocked.
"Well. You never know, in this crazy world we call show…"
"Roughly translated," Piper offered.
"We're witches. Anything can happen…"
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