Premonitions, Advice and All That Jazz
'Ask Phoebe,
Hiya, hope your well but I've got a big problem…
I live just outside San Francisco and I love my large home as I'm a gardener. But my husband want's us to move into the city as he has got a promotion, and this job is at a large place called Buckland's and it would take too long to drive in from the country. He is a trained antique auctioneer and says he is wasting his life here as a banker in the local small town. I really want him to take this job but if he moves, I'll be going with him. Well, here's my problem, I hate the idea of moving to the city as I've grown up in the country all my life and I've heard awful stories. Can you please help me? I don't want to lose him but I won't move unless I know it's a good place to live. We don't have any children as we both can't conceive so that's no problem.
Desperate and homey.
"What are you reading?" Piper asked as she pasted Prue on her way to the conservatory. Her sister was deep in reading the local news paper but Piper couldn't make out the title. "Hey, Prue?" Prue's head shot up as if she'd been asleep as Piper snapped her fingers. "Finally…"
"Wha… what did you say?" Prue asked.
"I said 'What are you reading?'" Piper repeated.
"Oh, just Phoebe's column…" Prue stated, showing Piper the page. Piper nodded before continuing to the conservatory to water the plants, wondering if the eldest Halliwell would understand what Phoebe's theme was in the letters.
Prue shook herself awake, 'Wow, this is so weird; this man is going to work at the place that I could have once owned... ' Prue thought, actually, over the last fortnight, most of the letters Prue had read had all run along them lines, because they were either about 'Finding Yourself', getting a job, getting used to change, all stuff Prue could relate to since she had been brought back from the dead over four weeks ago. Too bad Paige wasn't feeling well or Prue could have gone out as a different person and go and get a job. Just as she was thinking this, Phoebe came in from her job. It still amazed Prue who this girl now could get up before six o'clock every morning without an alarm and go out for a jog.
"Hiya Pheebs," Prue greeted her sister, "Hey, have you read your latest column yet?"
"Nah, they send it to me over the wire, you know, so I have a file of it on my laptop," Phoebe explained as she brushed her hair, "Why anyway?" Phoebe had noticed that her sister had been reading her columns religiously for the past three weeks, ever since that night Phoebe had got a message and had had to send her column in late.
"Oh, no reason, but most of these have the same subject, you know, stuff I could really relate to," Prue started, Phoebe held her breath thinking her eldest sister had realised the message she was trying to send to her. "…Well, I thought, maybe I could come in and help," Phoebe groaned, why hadn't she figured that Phoebe and Piper would help her change her identity if she asked? "…I… I don't have to… it's your column…"
"Oh, Prue, I'd love you to come and help, I mean, remember you gave me that job at Buckland's so I owe you." Phoebe hastily said realising Prue must have taken the groan the wrong way so she decided to dive in… "And then maybe me and Piper could help you get that job by changing your identity, you know, as Paige isn't well…"
"Well, I was gonna ask but I thought it would be insulting Paige and I really didn't want to do that. You know how hard she must be finding all this…" Prue explained, "And anyway, she could be up and about in a couple of days." Phoebe nodded understandingly, suddenly feeling as if she was the oldest and Prue had become her. She shook the feeling away and walked into the kitchen to make some soup for her sick sister.
Desperate and homey,
I'm fine thanks, but I can see your not. Try and relax, I recommend meditation but that's not the point. It seems this is a good chance for your husband and I think he should grab it with both hands. My eldest sister used to work there and she would highly recommend it. But that's not the problem so maybe you should try discussing this with your husband. Maybe ask him to come here and check it out, and you could follow once your ready. As I live in San Francisco myself, I'd recommend it as a brilliant place to live, there are many places where your gardening skills would be useful and there are brilliant places to go at night and places to live. I can understand why you're scared but most of the rumours aren't true so relax. Maybe let where you live now so if you don't like the idea of staying in the city once you've moved there, you can always go back. But remember, always accept any good advice and don't just rely on my advice, discuss this with your family and friends, especially if they live here.
I hope that that helps, Phoebe.
'…Remember, always accept any good advice and don't just rely on my advice, discuss this with your family…' Was Phoebe trying to help her through her column? Prue began to wonder…
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"Knock, knock!" Phoebe called, poking her head around Paige's bedroom door. Paige gave a mumble in reply and Phoebe took that as permission to enter, so she pushed the door wider and carried the tray over to her sister's bed, "Here's some breakfast curtsy of the Halliwell Manor…"
"Piper… made…?" Paige tried to say.
"Hey!" Phoebe gasped jokingly, "You saying I can't cook? I'll tell you, I made this!"
Paige cast a weary eye over chicken soup and water.
"Okay, so maybe Piper froze some and I heated it but…" Phoebe smiled, but Paige only gave a weak grunt back. What was once the life of the party, now just reduced a pale, cold body, too weak to even smile. Too bad Leo couldn't heal her but as it wasn't a demon caused disease, nor was it an evil doing as far as they could see, he had no right to help, no matter how much it hurt them to watch. Gently, Phoebe lowered herself onto the foot of the bed.
"You… you shouldn't… you might… catch…" Paige sniffed. Phoebe just shrugged.
"Maybe if I catch what you've got it might force 'them' to allow Leo to heal us. How can Piper and Prue kill Power of Three demons without either of us?" She stated. "Have you thought of a spell for Prue yet?" She hated forcing Paige to think of something like this but she knew Prue wouldn't allow her to do anything without Paige's permission. But, to Phoebe's surprise, Paige nodded.
"Last page… stuck in… Book of… Shadows," Phoebe nodded understandingly but she didn't rush up to get it in case she hurt Paige's feelings instead, they chatted and joked.
"Weird isn't it, how we haven't been attacked for three weeks…" Phoebe muttered Paige shrugged at the comment. Phoebe wished she hadn't said it, that's what hurt Paige, and that she felt there was no power of three in four. She'd always known it, she just hadn't told anyone. So, instead of letting anything else slipping out, Phoebe excused herself and started up to the attic. Just as she was about to reach for the door though, a premonition stopped her:
"PHOEBE! PIPER!" The scream was coming from behind the attic door. Phoebe ran in to see a demon shimmer out with herself and Piper, and Prue watching, injured on the floor. There was a crash from the kitchen. Prue limped to her feet and ran down to find Piper lying dead on the kitchen floor. Prue ran to her sister's side but she lay still and had no pulse.
Suddenly they were back in the cave, Prue had tears running down her cheeks but they stopped when she realised where she was. Phoebe quickly noticed that only Prue and her premonition self, which Prue couldn't see, were in the cave, no Piper, real Phoebe or Paige. But then the room was filled with orbs and Paige appeared all well. Paige quickly ran to Prue's side and began talking to her, but Phoebe couldn't here them.
Soon they were joined by the person that Phoebe expected to be the cause of all this. A dark clocked figure stepped towards them. Slowly, it pushed back the hood and Phoebe gasped. Underneath it was the red and black face of the demon she had once loved, Balthazar…
"Whoa!" Phoebe gasped, and then turned away from the attack door and ran down the stairs to tell Piper and Prue about her horrific premonition.
