What a delay huh?
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with charmed at all, nothing
Reminder: all the demons are dead and the council are getting extremely impatient, Its raining outside, the Charmed Ones are reunited along with Chris Craig and Carla.
"10pm Darryl!" His associate clucked down the cell phone line, causing him to snap his phone shut in his frustration. They had shortened the time and of course he had no way of telling the sisters, he had tried futiley to call them but whatever they were doing prevented them from answering their phones.
What was taking them so long, they normally had everything done and sorted by at least the end of the day or at some point sooner than how long he had been waiting, all day he had been standing there trying to convince tanks, collaterals, SWAT teams and even his own wife that he wasn't crazy.
He just needed more time.
Of course the psychics (calling the sisters this to let them check things out) had tipped his credibility over the edge and of course by 10pm the building would be a mere pile of rubble.
Sheila had demanded he returned home in case he was hurt and his son was worried about him. There was nothing more he could do.
He knew this.
But he didn't want to believe it, he had to try and do something more. Even though the now lashing rain had caused him more discomfort than he wanted.
This of course had warded off the crowds and any other unwanted attention, sadly the line of human barriers around the building made up of SWAT members and police officers were not leaving.
This annoyed Darryl.
He wasn't leaving either, if the sisters came out… He looked at the bricked up building, they'd need help talking their way out of whatever they had just done.
"Everlasting power." Barbas's voice rang through Carla's mind.
Nothing else.
Not even the brief feelings of closeness she had for Chris, all other emotions obliterated. All she wanted was to control her power, and control anything else… Barbas was offering.
Chris couldn't.
"Just kill the Charmed ones." Had been Barbas' simple condition.
Who were they anyway, who did they think they were, she knew she had more power than them and as she gazed on the scene in front of her, confused Paige, vulnerable Craig, dumbstruck Chris and two other women she didn't like.
Or trust.
No problems.
"Your Highness'!" Barbas boomed materialising before the incensed council. "The Charmed Ones will soon be dead."
"You lie!" Dalia hissed.
"Never my dearest Harpy." Barbas grinned his temple twitching, the memory of her ripping his ear from his skull still burned into his skull.
"If you lie, I'll take your head." She snapped flexing her claws. "We lost our warriors because of you don't forget that demon of fear."
It was an empty threat, they'd be dead, he knew they would, and if the charmed ones weren't dead, then he knew the council would fall soon after. With barely anytime to avenge their fallen warriors. The thought made him grin at the scene he would witness when they all finally were killed themselves. At none other than a firestarter's hands.
The Charmed ones wouldn't kill their friend.
Not the white lighter anyway, he wouldn't let them.
"For your sake Barbas, you had better be right." The Head said firmly, to a murmured agreement around the council.
"I am!" He was Barbas' reply.
"Carla!" Chris croaked.
"Carla?" Piper snapped.
"Carla…" Phoebe said softly. "She looks so lost…"
"Duck." Carla smiled opening her loose palm which a fireball sprung to life in and danced around her curling fingers.
Chris scrambled forward trying to reach her desperately as the fireball propelled itself towards Piper who flicked her wrists promptly freezing it.
"Paige, little help here!" Piper shouted.
"Fireball!" The fireball shot at Carla and a fiery dome erupted around her causing Chris to be thrown back once again.
"Uh oh…" Piper groaned.
Fireballs began to shoot out of the dome in all directions, zipping at all the people in the room, Chris deflected any coming at him but one gazed his shoulder slightly, he bit back the pain and continued his journey to Carla's fiery dome.
Paige and Piper used their own power to deflect the fireballs and Phoebe levitated to avoid any in her direction. Craig hid behind a crate.
It is soon incinerated.
"Shift!" Paige shouted between calling for fireballs.
Craig squeezed his eyes shut and turns into a rat and scuttled into a crack in the wall.
"What are we going to do?" Piper called flicking her wrists at an incredibly fast rate.
"A spell?" Phoebe suggested.
"Didn't we have one to vanquish the demons…?" Piper asked.
Phoebe cart wheeled out of the way of an onslaught of fireballs, "Just something to douse the flames, something easy."
"Easy…" Piper muttered.
"As you can see their attempts are futile." The Gremlock reasoned.
"They are going to stop her." Dalia hissed. "It's clear."
"Would the white lighter kill her though?" The Trok demon grunted.
"No!" The Darklighter snorted.
"They'll stop her regardless." Dalia said icily.
The Kazi king sighed, "We are still going to kill Barbas, aren't we?" He said in a confused manner.
"Of course!" The Gremlock snapped.
"We will do what has to be done." The Head said coldly.
The council stared at him unsure.
Barbas watched the Charmed ones battle against the firestarter fruitlessly.
Once again he was winning.
"Uhhhh… Fiery lady of the cellar…" Piper began.
"Stop the flames, Paige tell her." Phoebe added with almost a grin on her features as she ducked and rolled out of the way of a particularly well aimed fireball.
Piper glared at her flicking her wrists frustrated.
"Open your dome and let us see." Paige attempted before orbing out of the way of a fireball aimed at her head.
"Who you are truly and want to be!" Phoebe finished quickly.
Piper snorted as the fireballs quelled and the dome was extinguished.
"What kind of a spell was that!" She chided.
"It worked." Phoebe reasoned as Chris continued to move towards the now defenceless Carla.
"Darryl Morris get home this INSTANT!" His house wife practically shouted down the phone line.
"Honey I can't… I'm sorry. I have to see this through." He pleaded down the mouth piece.
"No, I'm not listening to this again! Get home now! Darryl, people have died there, it's not safe, I want my son to see his father, I want my son to stop crying. He thinks you're going to get hurt." Darryl exhaled slowly, "I think you're going to get hurt Darryl." His wife's voice moaned.
"I'll be home… soon." He snapped his phone shut.
As soon as this was over…
He knew it was selfish.
But he had to see this through to the end.
"Carla!" Chris raised towards her as the dome melted away.
"Don't make me kill you." She snarled.
"Carla, let me help." He pleaded.
"He doesn't want to help, he wants to stop you." Barbas' voice rang through her mind.
"No…" She cried her hands beginning to flicker with flames.
"He'll be the one who kills you." Barbas hissed.
Carla thrust her now flame engulfed hand at Chris's throat.
"I won't let you kill me Chris."
"I'm… n-n-ot ….-g-going to" He choked.
"Chris!" Piper shrieked.
"Carla let go of him!" Phoebe yelled.
"Craig!" Paige called, he looked at her quizzically hiding behind a large crate. "You turned into a werewolf… right?"
"Don't remind me."
"Turn into something else… mythical!" Paige said excitedly.
"What?"
Piper growled angrily, "Why won't she freeze!" She screeched fuming with rage.
"Piper calm down, we'll think of something." Phoebe said watching Craig twist and writhe behind them.
"Before or after she kills him?" Piper snapped venomously.
"Before." Came Paige in reply full of relief.
A tall scaled grey Dragon stomped towards where Carla stood.
"What the…"
"…hell is that?" Dalia screeched.
"The Charmed ones resourcefulness." The Trok demon hissed.
"Damnit…" The Gremlock snarled.
"So what? They have a dragon, what's that going to do?" The Kazi King asked.
Craig's dragon form sliced his knife like claws towards Carla who promptly dropped Chris.
Chris rolled across the floor clutching his neck Piper raced towards him and Craig plunged his claw into Carla's stomach.
Barbas looked at them and sighed.
"Fantastic!" He muttered and materialised in taking her in his arms as she fell to the floor. The dragon didn't have a chance to claw him before he quickly shifted away again.