A/N: This is a play on a T.V. show called, "Between Brothers". Piper xox Leo: Great! I can't wait until you're able to post it. Hopefully in the next few days? Just maybe? I'm so excited! C. C. McKenna: Aww, thanks, CC. I'm trying, I really am.But I never know how long they'll turn out. RJF: Neither is mine. Hmm, I wonder if you're right? I hope I can get some good sarcastic Pam-like comments. I have one in particular in mind, I just haven't decided where to stick it in. money makes me smile: Alternate Pam is Prue & Andy's teenage daughter from an alternate reality. She was adopted and goes by Pamela Walker. Prince Halliwell: Oh, she definitely will and I'm definitely going to have fun with Pam! The-Cheese-Fairy: Well, sometimes I catch "Mutant X" episodes on the WB on Saturdays. I "think" at 2:00, but I'm not 100 sure. peanut2lb: Yeah, I've been trying to think of how that will go down. lol Yeah, Andy and Glenn rock. I wish they could've been buddies on the show, the mortal guys. Ha, yeah, I liked your spell! They're in "this" reality a.k.a. my word, but they'll be going home soon. Orion H.: I'll post a character/power recap for you. Keep in mind, these for for the regular characters in my story and not the alternate characters.
Prudence (Prue) Halliwell - Telekinesis, Astral Projection, Phasing
Piper Halliwell Wyatt - Temporal Stasis (Freezing), Molecular Acceleration (Exploding), Molecular Deceleration (Slow Motion)
Phoebe Halliwell Turner - Premonitions, Levitation, Empathy
Paige Halliwell Belland - Orbing, Telekinetic Orbing, Partial Healing, Sensing Evil, Sensing, Shapeshifting
Andrew (Andy) Trudeau - Mortal
Leo Wyatt - Orbing, Healing, Sensing, Harmless Light Balls, Levi-orbing, Shapeshifting, Multi-lingual
Cole Turner - Shimmering, Energy Balls
Glenn Belland - Mortal
Persia Patty Halliwell - Electrokinesis
Pearlinda (Pearl) Melody Belland - Exploding Light Balls, Healing
Phiona Melinda Wyatt - Orb-telekinesis
Pamela (Pam) Victoria Turner - Shimmering, Power Absorbtion
Pandora Angel Trudeau - Telepathy
Prissandra (Prissy) Leona Wyatt - Photokinesis
Brandon Jonathon Fargo - Teleportation
Every Halliwell Counts
Chapter 7: Between Sisters
"P-Piper?" Paige squeaked. She shook her head. This can't be my older sister, can it? She stared at the new and deprived version of her elder sister.
The woman, supposedly Piper, stared at Paige with a wild look of fear in her brown sugar eyes. She has long, stringy, and very unkept brown hair as well as huge, thick, black rimmed glasses. "Paige?" Her lower lip quivered as she nervously smoothed her brown, wool skirt that extended to her ankles where her feet were clothed in white bobby socks and a pair of dark brown clogs. As she pulled her hands away, she began to mindlessly nitpick at the the sleeves on her cream colored cardigan sweater.
She looks like the geek queen of High School! Paige thought, having relief in the fact that her sister didn't have braces.
"Paige?"
"Piper, we're-we're trapped somewhere in the Underworld," Paige replied. She gave another look at her sister and then her eyes graced her surroundings.
"Where are Prue and Phoebe?"
"I don't know. The Hybrids took them too. H-how did you get here?"
"I-I-I dunno," the strange Piper replied.
"Well we need to get out. Why don't you try blasting the bars?"
Piper raised her hands, which were quivering, and attempted to blow off the bars. To her surprise, nothing happened.
"Are you trying?"
"Yes."
"Try again," Paige pleaded.
The geeky Piper raised her hands again and still, nothing happened to the large cage they were contained in.
"Why isn't it working?"
"I'm not..." Piper's eyes turned, facing a small fly that had flown into the inescapable cage. "Paige, look."
"What now?" Paige asked, as she turned to her elder sister and her eyes widened. She walked over to the fly which almost seemed to be frozen, but in fact, it was moving in extreme slow motion. "What the..."
"Phoebe! Oh dear!" Piper was instantly at her sister's side, kneeling down next to her. "You're hurt."
"Piper?"
"It's me, Pheebs, it's me." Piper gently pulled her little sister into her arms and held her protectively. "We've got to get you home."
"How?" Phoebe moaned. "Where's Leo?"
Piper shook her head. "I don't know."
Phoebe blinked a few times, finally regaining sight and turning to face her sister. A gasp escaped her lips. "Piper!"
"What?" Piper cried, spinning her head to the side.
Phoebe pointed to her sister. "You're-you're..."
"What?" Piper asked. She brushed her long, brown hair out of her face and whipped a finger across her forehead, ruffling her curled in brown bangs.
"You-you have bangs," Phoebe pointed out.
"I've always had bangs, Pheebs."
"Umm, no! You haven't had bangs since we first became witches! Now you look like, well, you look exactly like you did when we were first witches!"
Piper shook her head, seemingly angry now. "I can't believe you're joking around about this! When you're bleeding and in grave danger!" She shook her head, fiercely.
"I can't believe you believe what you're saying!" Phoebe exploded, then winced as her head throbbed in retort to her outburst.
"See, that's just another reason why we should relinquish our powers, Phoebe."
"Relinquish our powers? Piper! Have you gone mad!"
"No, Phoebe, I've always felt this way. I never wanted to be a witch, it was forced upon me. On us."
"You wouldn't have Leo, unless you were a witch. Or Paige, or Phiona, or Prissandra! Piper, what's gotten into you? Are you possessed or something?"
"No, Phoebe, just clear minded." Piper ran her hands through her hair. "If we weren't witches than Mom wouldn't of died, maybe Grams would be around because she wouldn't of had to deal with raising us, Grandpa Jack would've never been killed, and maybe dad wouldn't of left."
"Maybe," Phoebe echoed.
"Ladies?"
Piper and Phoebe whipped their heads around to see a demon lurking over them. "Who are you?"
"Oh, how inquisitive," the demon cooed. He wore a long, blue robe and had a pure white beard that drifted down to the floor. A large, pointed cone of a cap sat upon his head in the same blue material as his robe. He looked shockingly like the sterotypical version of Merlin. But the exception was in his hands. They were a pale gray color with layers of wrinkled skin and large, brown moles. Long, dandelion yellow nails jutted from the tips of his fingers but they were worn and chipping. Large calluses seemed to cover each and every bony finger. He placed a hand on his face and ran a dark yellow nail on the edge of his beard covered chin.Layers of gray skin lagged on his face, specifically around his charcoal colored eyes.
"Piper..." Phoebe snapped, jabbing her elder sister in the side.
Piper raised her hands and to her amazement, nothing happened. "Phoebe, it's not working."
"Try again."
"You don't understand," Piper whispered. "I don't seem to have my exploding power."
"What?"
The demon grinned and he spread out his gray, bony hands and began to create a massive ball of silver.
"Phoebe..."
"I'm too weak," Phoebe whispered.
The Merlin demon released his creation at the frightened sisters.
Piper raised her hands again and this time, time stopped. The silver globe was frozen centimeters from them, as well as the Merlin looking demon.
Phoebe breathed out a sigh of relief, before whipping her head around to Piper. "What the hell was that!"
Prue's eyes were wide as she stared at her younger sister.
Piper ran a hand across her slender, bare mid section which extended from barely below her bosom to an inch or so below her belly button. The witch wore a shocking red leather bra and a black leather mini skirt. Three inch red stilettos covered her bare, slender feet and her nails, fingers and toes,were painted stop sign red. Red and black leather gloves covered her hands, but they were the fingerless type, something you might see a biker wearing. Piper's long brown hair hung down passed her shoulders in long, seductive curls. Her lips were dark red, with an even deeper red lip liner surrounding them and her eyes were brought out with dark black eyeliner, mascara, and red eye shadow. "Got a problem?" Piper hissed, as she stared at her elder sister.
"Hell yeah!" Prue flamed. "What the hell is this!" She waved a steady hand at her sister's attire.
"Your sister," Piper replied hottily.
"Are you possessed again?" Prue snapped.
Piper extended a hand, as if to swat at Prue, but instead to flexed her fingers and a huge portion of the cave wall exploded. "No, I'm just here saving your perfect ass," Piper quippped. This time both hands hit the air, simotaniously bringing down another wall. "Hurry up, we don't have all day. We need to find a place where you can astral project so we can get on our merry way."
"How did you know I couldn't astral project anywhere?"
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you could, would we?"
Prue grabbed for Piper's wrist, but the younger witch had already stalked ahead, blasting several more Underworld caves just for the sake of it.
"Wyatt," Alternate Pamela warned through gritted teeth. She and Persia had taken dual responsibility of guarding the young witchlings and she was finding it very hard to stay calm when Wyatt and Pam or Chris and Prissandra were constantly at each other.
Persia placed both hands on the side of her head, before flinging out an angry fist and blasting a stuffed animal into smitherings.
"Nice shot," Alternate Pam acknowledged before both Chris and Prissy went into hysterics.
Persia plucked her youngestcousin from the floor and gently rocked her back and forth. "I'm sorry, baby. But if you and Chris can't play nice, then you can't play with the stuffed animal at all."
Alternate Pam pointed a warning finger at her youngest cousin. "And you should know better anyway, Christopher. You're older than her!"
Chris huffed and spun around on the floor, folding his arms and pouting.
"He must be trying on Aunt Piper's cold shoulder," Alternate Pam decided.
"She's pretty good at it," Persia agreed.
"Mmm," Alternate Pam mumbled. She grabbed a glass of lemonade from the table and frowned, it was warm. She placed the glass to her lips, emitting a light cloud of white mist into the glass and instantly the glass glazed over in white frost. She took a sip. "Tasty."
"Is that your power?" Persia looked on curiously.
"Among others," Alternate Pamela replied, before downing another drink. She placed the drink down and as she retracted her hand, a blue ball of energy wizzed by her. "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell!" Her hand flew out and lifted her eldest cousinabove the ground, only to bring him to herself. "What did I tell you not even five minutes ago?"
The young blonde's cocky grin faded as he placed his head down. "No more energy balls."
"They're not for alternate cousins, they're for fighting demons," the alternate child of Prue and Andy stated.
"She's part demon," Wyatt defended.
"She's also the daughter of a Charmed One in this reality!" Alternate Pam snorted. "Wyatt, don't make me use my magic on you you." Her voice was clear and stern in it's warning. She didn't want to, but she would if her cousin couldn't behave. She placed the boy onto the ground and turned her attention of Pam. "And Pamela, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't go around stealing his powers."
Pam clenched her fists. Who did this witch think she was? Her mother? Persia? Her aunts? "I don't have to listen to you," Pam blistered.
"Oh really?" Alternate Pam pursed her lips and flung out her arms, releasing her uncontained power. The walls shook like an earthquake was taking place, toys were hurled in all directions, and Pam ended up pinned against the wall. She pulled her hands back, stopping the telekinetic blizzard. "Any questions?"
Pam slid to the ground, before lowering her head and shaking it.
"Good."
Persia now held a silent Prissy. "Nice."
"Yeah, well, I try." Alternate Pam shrugged, as she reached for her lemonade only to realize she'd sent it splattering into the wall with her wild display of power. "Ooops."
Persia smirked. "Don't worry about it, you settled them down, so a little spilt lemonade doesn't worry me." She placed Prissy on the floor and stood up, brushing off her clothing. "I'll be right back with some towels."
"Thanks."
"No, thank you." Persia laughed, as she exited the room.
Paige swatted angrily at the fly that was flying around her head, making a small buzzing sound as it went. "Piper, please!"
"Isn't that personal gain?" Piper sat warily on the floor of the cage with her knees pulled against her chest as she rocked back and forth.
"Not when that damn fly is bugging so much that I can't think of how to get us out of here!"
Piper winced at the sound of her little sister's harsh tone and raised her hands and attempted what she'd done earlier, but this time with the intent of stopping the fly. The buzzing stopped, but as it had earlier, the fly wasn't frozen, just moving at an extremely slow speed.
"Thank you," Paige sighed, as she leaned her gentle figure against the bars. Suddenly her eyes bulged. "Oh my Goddess!"
"What? What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no, no! Piper, what if that's your new power? To make things go in slow motion?"
Piper shrugged. "I guess it could be possible..."
"That's it! Piper, what if you could use your power on this cage?"
"Huh?"
"To make it slow down the magic that's keeping me from orbing us out?"
"I don't know, Paige.."
"Piper, you have to try!"
Piper pulled herself to her feet and fumbled with the sleeve of her cardigan sweater. "I really.."
"You have to, Piper, you have to! It's our only chance!"
"I don't know if I can."
"I know you can, Piper! I know it! Trust me."
Piper chewed her bottom lip. "I-I-I guess I could try."
The fly began to buzz around Paige again.
"Just take a few deep breaths and concentrate on the cage, Piper. Imagine the magic slowly down so much that it can no longer hold up to my magic."
"Okay," Piper mumbled as she raised her hands and closed her eyes. Moments later she opened her eyes. "I don't know if it worked or not."
Paige looked at the fly in slow motion. "Let's go!" She grabbed Piper's hand and they dissolved in swirls of orbs. There were loud crackles of energy and moments later a red light emanted from the cage as the fly began to move again, but Piper and Paige were no where to be seen.
TO BE CONTINUED...