Powers : Of The ' Three ' Kind
Disclaimer: I sooo don't own Charmed or any of the characters. WB do. (But I own Des, Gale, Carl, Daniel, Melinda and Warren.)
Andy is semi-evil? Prue's back with one hell of a surprise for the charmed ones!
Pairings: Prue/Andy, Piper/Leo and Phoebe/Jason
So sorry I didn't update earlier. I've been swamped with coursework. And I just got my computer back. But so on and so forth!
This chapter is for all my reviewers!
-X-
Prue rushed around the house trying to find where she had left the keys to the new car she and Paige had bought today. She was dressed in a casual, black, sleeveless summer dress with black heels and a black handbag to match. Her handbag was kept near the door as she rummaged through it for her keys.
"Paige! Where are my keys!" she called. "What is it with our family and keys?" she murmured.
She didn't notice the orbs behind her as she frantically searched for them.
"Here they are," answered Paige, from behind her. Prue jumped and whirled around in surprise. Paige had a rather mischievous smile on her face. "This is for switching the Mandrake's root with Blake wood in my colour changing potion today." Paige explained rather satisfied with her results.
"I'm going to get you back!" vowed Prue playfully. She took the keys from Paige and rushed out the door. She heard it slam behind her as she was about to put the key in her car door lock. She looked up a few minutes later. Someone had called her name. She looked up and saw Paige standing in the door way. She was beckoning Prue to come back in. Prue walked up to the door. When she reached the doorway Paige pulled her aside.
"Andy's kind of cute," she informed her sister and waggled her thumb toward the door.
Prue's eyes widened at the statement.
"W-What?" she stammered.
Paige had a mischievous smile on her face. "He's in there. By the way, I'm sorry about what I did to him." Paige looked apologetic now. She rushed back into the house. It took Prue a moment before she registered what was going on. She too rushed in. She barely heard the door slam shut behind her as she rushed into the living room. There sat Andy on a couch, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly. The back of his neck was wet. He winced every time his hand passed over a certain spot. He looked up when he felt someone staring at him.
Prue stared at him - mostly in shock. Paige was right. He did look good. He was dressed in a black dress-shirt and a pair of black dress pants. Judging by the pieces of broken glass and a puddle of water near by, Prue came to the conclusion that Paige must have orbed it at him. Probably because she must have thought he was a darklighter. He looked up at her and gave her a sheepish smile.
"I am SO sorry," Prue apologised. She rushed forward to check up on him.
"Hey, it's okay." Andy said reassuring her. "Accidents happen. She just got spooked by me."
"If you say so," Prue said looking unsure.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He joked, looking at her playfully. "You know, I forgot to mention how good you look."
"Thanks, but what happened here?" she asked, frantic. Had he been hurt?
"Oh I orbed in, and your sister Paige got a little spooked. She orbed a vase at me." He replied quite un-phased by what had happened. Prue looked down at the remnants of the green vase and flowers on the ground. Oh well . . . she didn't like the vase any way.
"I meant to ask you about that," she told him. She wanted to satisfy her curiosity. "You have black orbs, and you're a whitelighter? How does that happen?"
"I'll explain at dinner," he told her with a reassuring smile. "Speaking of which, we are late for it. We'd better orb."
He took her hand and they orbed. Paige walked in from the hallway outside with a smile on her face. Those two looked so cute together. She sighed and switched the lights off and headed to the kitchen, where Piper was making some of her famous tomato soup.
"Prue's off with Andy," she announced walking out. She headed upstairs to her room.
(Phoebe's room)
Phoebe was staring at herself in the mirror. She had on a long peacock green skirt and a maroon tank top that was in the style of a peasant top but without the long puffy sleeves. Her brown boots which she had bought on a shopping trip a couple of years ago were finally being worn. She had decided to wear a simple necklace that just had a pendant shaped as an eye with a tiger's eye crystal in it. She rubbed it with her thumb a few times. Tiger's eye had been known to stimulate psychic energy, she needed that now more than anything. She really wanted to find out more about the vision she had had. Anything to help Prue. And maybe if Prue completed whatever task the Elders wanted her to do, she would get to stay on earth with them. Even though she had died a few years ago, Phoebe still missed her sister.
As she stared at herself in the mirror, she dwelled on the events that had taken place the past few days with a content smile on her face. Jason was a witch. It was absolutely unbelievable. She smiled as she thought of never having to lie to him again. There would be no more 'family emergencies'. It would just be, 'Honey, there's a demon after me again'. And even then he might want to vanquish it together. That would be amazing. The last guy she had done that with had been Cole . . .
The smile vanished from her face. She hadn't thought of him for a while. Even though she had hated him, there had always been a part that had loved him. He had been her first relationship, love, engagement, almost-pregnancy and so much more. It had taken everything she had to move on. And now she was finally happy again. She thought about their child. It wasn't something she thought about much. It was too painful. She had loved it. She had known it was evil, but loved it for what it had been: hers. Her little son. She was going to be the first to be a mother. Maybe if the Seer hadn't taken it, she might have used the goodness of the Charmed Ones to change her little boy. She knew it had been wrong, but she would always remember seeing it for the first time; because it was a part of him.
She didn't know why she was thinking about it now. After all this time, she had avoided it. Stored it in a part of her mind where she would never go back, where she would never think about it again. Maybe it's for closure, she told herself. She was approaching her next greatest relationship, she reasoned. Or maybe it had something to do with seeing Cole at the restaurant. She had a weird feeling it had to do with that. But why did she see him? It may have been part of the premonition, or maybe part of her subconscious. Who knew? Was it part of the prophecy? All these questions were giving her a head ache. She was about to lay down for a nap when her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered it.
"Hey Phoebe, its Jason," Phoebe smiled at the thought of him.
"Wanted to know if I could come over and spend time at your place? I have more furniture for your sister."
"What? Jason, you don't have to keep doing this," she tried to convince him of it.
"I want to, my house keeper wants to throw it out."
"Don't lie," she said.
"No, I'm serious, it has sentimental value."
"Why not put it in storage?" she suggested.
"'Cause it's magical," he explained.
"Magical? How? Do they move themselves? Clean themselves?" she queried, now curious.
"They have charms that stop them breaking, and special enchantments to keep evil out. If your sister uses it in the basement, the 'Woogieman' won't be able to get her. Besides, it would be useless in storage. It'll make me feel better that it's in use."
"But Jason-" she protested as he cut her off, "And that way I will never have to worry about you being in danger in the basement."
Phoebe smiled. That was the sweetest thing ever, and now that they knew about each other's magic it opened a whole new box of troubles. They would always worry about each other, though she felt it might be one-sided as she was a Charmed One. But still, it was like she had her own Leo; someone to understand what it was like. And to tell the truth, she kinda liked that.
"Phoebe?" She jumped. She had forgotten he was there. This relationship was definitely off to a great start. She giggled as she thought of that. "You there?" Oh. She had forgotten to answer.
"Yes, I'm here. You know what? Come. I'll tell Piper we can expect an extra person for dinner." She smiled at the thought. Thoughts of Cole and the almost-baby abandoned. She now had closure.
"Actually, I'm real close. I'll be there in a few minutes. Bye!" He hung up before she could question him about that. But it didn't matter, Jason was coming to dinner.
(Kitchen)
Piper was stirring her big bowl of tomato soup. She craved a big dinner, and good soup. The main thing was good soup. Everything revolved around the soup. She didn't know why she was going through so much trouble.
"Wow," exclaimed Leo as he orbed into a deliciously-scented kitchen. "What's the occasion?"
"The baby." She answered.
"It's not due for a good three months. Why are we celebrating early?" He was confused.
"No no, the baby wanted this. I think," she replied.
"Oh is it the mood swing thing?" he had recently been pregnant thanks to their daughter wanting to heal a rift between her parents. Personally he was thankful that he was himself again. Piper was the tougher one. She knew how to deal with her powers better too. But he had understood the mood swings and therefore did not interrupt her when she did things.
"Honey," he said softly, "Why don't you sit and guide me? I can do it, you shouldn't walk around like this while exerting yourself," he said citing his reasons for objecting against what she was doing.
"No. If you want something done right, do it yourself." She saw how disappointed he looked. "Besides," she explained, "It relaxes her." She rubbed her stomach to emphasize. "See, she's kicking." She brought his hand to her pregnant belly and let him feel it."
He smiled at that. "You know what that means," he suggested.
"What?" asked Piper.
"She's going to become a professional soccer player, a martial arts champion, or, take after her mother and take up cooking while kicking demon butt. No pun intended." He explained with a smile. Even Piper had to laugh at that statement. As she laughed she felt the baby's kicks.
"Seems like you have two favourite girls now. How will you ever cope with that?" joked Piper.
It was now Leo's turn to laugh as he sat at the kitchen isle.
"Hey," greeted Phoebe as she walked in.
"You're cheery," observed Piper.
"What? A girl can't be cheery anymore?" asked Phoebe.
"Not that amount of cheery they can't," commented Piper.
"What's the reason?" asked Leo bursting with curiosity.
"Jason is coming for dinner," Phoebe said, she couldn't have kept the banter up any longer. "And he's bringing Prue some more furniture. It's enchanted for protection, as well as the fact that it's indestructible. He says it'll help against the 'Woogie-man'."
"I've heard of enchanted furniture," Leo said, "But I've never seen any."
"Why does Prue get the good stuff?" asked Piper, slightly annoyed.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"That's Jason!" exclaimed Phoebe as she ran to answer it.
"Well it seems the baby is precognitive," stated Leo after she left. "It must have known about Jason coming."
"Ya think?" retorted Piper with a smirk.
(Quake)
Prue and Andy were seated at their old table. They had most of their dates there. It felt nice to be here again.
"What would Monsieur and Madame have?" asked the waiter.
(-)Must be new(-) thought Prue.
"Well," she and Andy studied their menus.
"I'll have a steak, medium rare. With a side of mashed potatoes and gravy," ordered Andy.
Prue smiled at this familiar order. "I'll have the spaghetti with Swedish meatballs."
"Very well, and any soups or salads? We have our special vegetable soup. It's recommended by the chef," the waiter announced.
"Okay, it's been a while, I'll take a bowl," Prue ordered.
"Ooh. . . do you have any of that glass noodle salad?" Andy asked.
"Yes sir," replied the waiter.
"Then I'll have some of that."
"Excellent choice." The waiter left after he had poured the wine they had ordered earlier.
"Glass noodle salad?" remarked Prue with a smile.
"Hey, I heard it's the latest thing. I wanted to try it."
"Okay. . . if you say so . . ." said Prue, still smiling.
"I haven't eaten out in a while, not since I became a whitelighter." He explained. "In fact, you were the last person I ate with," he confided.
"Really?"
"Yeah, we whitelighters don't need to eat."
"So why are we here?" asked Prue, quite curious.
"Where else should we go on our reunion date?" he asked.
"Good point," she answered.
"So. . . your black orbs?" she asked.
"Ah yes, I promised answers."
"Did you know there is a history of magic in my family?" he quizzed.
"No."
"Well, most of us had powers, I'm the thirteenth one that doesn't."
"Why, what happened?"
"Most of our powers were evil."
"How come?"
"A sorcerer that was half demon and half darklighter married a good witch in the Tradeau line; she then used her powers to make sure we, her descendants, would dedicate our lives to helping others. Another witch used her powers to just hide them. Life got to hard for us so they bound our powers from thirteen generations ago. They didn't think that spell could last. And no one of the same amount of power has been born yet."
"I'm beginning to see the point to this."
"So when they made me whitelighter, my darklighter-half was awoken as well. So I have black orbs mixed with white. It's the best they can do."
"I see. But can you heal?"
"Yeah. But it works slightly differently. They have hot hands that can start fires, so my healing is a little . . . warm . . ."
"So does the arrow hurt you?"
"Yes. But I can summon it too."
"Bonus." She commented with a chuckle. Just then their food arrived. So they waited till the waiter left.
"So what brings you back?" Andy asked Prue.
She giggled. "You make it sound so casual." He chuckled in agreement.
"Well, there is a prophecy I'm supposed to help fulfil. I just don't know what it is. Phoebe got a premonition, but it was just a bizarre bunch of images."
"What images?" he asked, curious.
"So far, a scroll being handed over, a handshake, mist, a crown, candles, a magical storm, demonic fire, and an athame." She counted on her fingers. "Yeah that covers it."
"That's . . . interesting. For all you know, it might just be another apocalypse," Andy commentated.
"Yeah but after I told everybody that I was back to fulfil a prophecy Pheebs had a vision of the scroll and the handshake. Followed by the mist," Prue informed him, half-way through her meal.
"Maybe the scroll represented the prophecy?" Andy ventured a guess.
"You might be on to something," said Prue. "But let's talk about something else Mr. Detective. It's my first day back to life, I want to enjoy it."
"Okay, okay, you win. Like always," Andy declared a truce holding his hands in the air. They ate in silence for a while.
"I really missed you," Prue told Andy, breaking the comfortable silence they had both fallen into.
"You too, it felt weird watching you date other guys," he confided.
"I didn't want to. You've always had a place in my heart, but I had to move on. You would have wanted it," she gave him a sly smile.
"Perhaps . . ." he agreed grudgingly.
The rest of the night was spent it satisfied banter, as they argued over whose desert was better, or who should take who home. Finally, Andy and Prue, orbed to her new room. They looked around, still holding hands.
"Plush," he commented seeing the inside.
"I know," she told him.
They turned and faced each other as they prepared to say good-bye.
"This was great," She told him with a coy smile.
"Yeah," he replied, equally nervous. He leaned in, to kiss her.
It was the sweetest kiss ever. After they pulled away, he orbed off, while Prue went happily to sleep.
(-X-)
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