CHAPTER THREE


Disclaimer: I don't own charmed (Sorry I didn't mention that in the previous

Chapter.)

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(The next morning.)

Piper looked tired, Leo noticed. She was exhaustedly slumped over her cornflakes; the dark circles under her eyes, gave away the fact that she hadn't slept much last night. He knew that she always worried when police evidence was smuggled into the house.

You'd think that she'd be used to it after four years.- he thought with a faint smile. Having now provoked a whole library of memories, his smile grew, as a particular occasion replayed in his head.

It must have been almost three years ago. A priceless diamond tiara had found its way into the manor and had triggered a police search…

"What are you smiling at?" Piper yawned.

"Nothing."

Piper took a long sip of coffee, never taking her eyes off him.

"You think I worry too much." She told him.

"You think its funny. But let me tell you something: If the F.B.I stormed in here right now, and found that,"

She pointed at the bagged athame, bidding its time on the worktop.

"We would be connected to all three of the murders, we would get arrested for stealing police evidence, and land Darryl in a heap of trouble. Not to mention running the risk of being exposed as witches."

She propped her head up on her hands, and looked at him conclusively.

"What do you think about that?"

Leo took a bite of thickly buttered toast.

"I think," he said, pointing the half eaten slice at her.

"That you, think too much."

"Ill say." Phoebe agreed, pattering into the kitchen in one of Cole's over sized T-shirts.

She ran a hand through her tangled hair, and made a beeline for the coffee.

"Urgh." She exclaimed.

The evidence bag containing the athame had caught her attention.

"What's with the worlds most inappropriate breakfast guest? I thought you were taking it to the elders." She said to Leo, grimacing at the thick layer of congealing blood that coated it.

"I am!" Leo said defensively.

"He has to eat." Piper told her, looking at Leo suspiciously. She knew damn well that Leo didn't do defensive.

"You think he'd survive a meeting with the elders on an empty stomach?" she joked.

Phoebe nodded understandingly.

"Scrambled eggs and toast. Ammunition."

"Precisely."

"I actually better get going." Leo said, swallowing the last of his toast.

"Okay."

"I'll, um, I'll be back soon." He promised shiftily, standing up a little too quickly.

He clumsily grabbed the athame, and kissed Piper on the cheek.

"Bye."

His nervous posture, and fake smile were engulfed in a wavering cloud of sparkling blue and white.

"What's up with him?" Phoebe asked her sister.

"He's up to something." Piper said.

"He's a terrible liar."


Leo felt sick. He was shaking as he materialized out of the familiar blue and white orbs.

What was he doing here? He was breaking the rules being here. He was breaking Piper's heart being here…

I can't believe I'm doing this.- he thought shakily.

Why am I doing this?-

There was no one to answer his question. No one except him. So he did.

He shouldn't be here. But he was anyway. He shouldn't have used the elders an alibi. But he had anyway. He shouldn't have lied to Piper. But he had anyway.

How can you be doing this to her?- He demanded of himself.

You promised her the world… To be honest. To be faithful.-

His bizarre argument with himself was interrupted. His stomach practically did a back flip, when he noticed a shadow, greying the pure white clouds, which were atmospherically flooding around his feet.

"Hey, Leo."

All of the worry evaporated when she embraced him. Leo closed his eyes and hugged her back. God, he'd missed her.

"Oh… I'd forgotten how much I love you." She said quietly.

"Me too."


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