Title:

Sweet Euphoria

Author:

PracticalMagic672

Rating:

T: Nudity, Drugs, Language, Violence

Time line:

Mid Summer

Summary:

Euphoria of all this...All that has passed. All that has come and gone. All that is perfect, prospective, and different.They must believe in the life through euphoria, orthey will never live through the ways of purity.

Pairings:

Phoebe/Coop, Piper/Leo, Paige/Henry

Disclaimer:

I don't own anyone. If I did do you seriously think I would be writing about them. I mean, really.

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Paper Hearts:

It was a cold clear day. Much different from the ones San Francisco encountered as it was known for it's deep web of fog. Her sister watched as she carelessly threw dark sheets into the laundry basket. She wasn't feeling well, and this became more apparent when she slouched and forbade herself not to look her elder in the eye. Piper Halliwell stared at her sister intently, waiting for whatever unsettling but meaningful news that her youngest sister was in no hurry to pass her way.

Piper crossed her legs on top of the stool, fiddled with her fingers and continued to let her eye linger over her sister. She tilted her head for a moment, pursing her lips together and wondering just what it was that had her sister in a terrible mood. "Paige, if you want to talk to me..." She sifted again, calmly throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder, "I'm always here."

"There is nothing to talk about, Piper!" Her youngest sister, Paige Matthews, wearily scowled, taking the heavy basket of bed sheets over to the breakfast table and slamming them down with force. "She just ignored me. Flattened me, then ignored me."

"Well, Paige, you really shouldn't have commented on her current situation." Piper half smiled, crossing her arms. Her eyes twitched just a bit as a stroke of light passed by the sink window and just as it came, disappeared. She hopped off her stool and made a clear path to the window only to see her husband and two sons casually walking up to the back door. She turned around, listening even more carefully now to what Paige had to say.

"I told her she looked nice. I mean, I thought that's what you say when someone has gotten out of bed and made an attempt to look half-way decent." Paige untidily shook out the blood red sheet and grimaced. "...but, no.." She folded the slip of cotton, as this was done the wrong way as well, and set it

within the heap of other bed clothes on the table. "No. She practically told me to go to hell."

"Wait? I thought you said she was ignoring you." Piper squinted her eyes, now partly amused by her sister's attempt to complete a simple household task. "Hi Leo.."

Leo Wyatt came through the laundry room door with two young boys on either side of his waist. He flared his nostrils eagerly and let his wife of six years take the brunette of the two different shaded haired boys. "Careful..he's asleep." Leo let the two year old slip into her arms, he kissed her forehead and quietly said: "I'm taking Wyatt upstairs for a nap." She nodded and he left the kitchen in a quick pace, cautious not to wake his oldest son who was also deep in slumber.

"Okay, so, anyway. Yea, she was ignoring me. She told me to go to hell way before that though." Paige, now finished with her task took a seat in the pulled out chair, facing her sister who had replaced herself back on the stool with the little boy in her arms. Paige retrieved a hair tie from her pocket and tied up her maroon hair. She saw her sisters smirk, tight, and definitely true. "I'm being a baby. Aren't I?"

"Yes. You are." Piper fought the urge to laugh, to really let her sisters feeling of betrayal crawl up on her and let her swell with a small tickle just below the surface. "I think if Phoebe was really ticked at you for telling her she looked nice, she wouldn't have told you to go to hell. If she really hated you she would have just kicked your ass. So, missy Paige. You can stop worrying."

"Really?"

"Well, yea. Unless you want her to be pissed at you for the next eight months."

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She twirled her blonde hair on the tips of her fingers and frowned. She felt so drawn out, so incomplete. She stared at the book in her lap more intently. These were things she hadn't learned yet, despite her attempt at one time to destroy all that was powerful. She hastily flipped through the pages, glancing for only a few minutes at one page at a time. She stopped only briefly to admire a lady in nude. Her memorizing figure, her curves.

Billie carefully let her finger tips drift over the picture of the nude lady, wishing to be sucked into her presence. "Lady Godiva...Of course." She shut the book quickly, hiding the eye of her desire from a young woman who had taken a seat next to her on the bench.

She heard the woman sigh, probably just as lost as she was, Billie was sure. The young woman was dressed in blue jeans, a tank top, and a bright yellow cardigan. She frowned, looking downat her feet and looping her fingers at the end of her jacket. She took a deep breath and turned to Billie, smiled brightly, and stuck out her hand. "Hi." Her tender shake was all the more convincing to Billie that she was deeply relieved to be next to someone she didn't know.

"Hi. I'm Billie, Billie Jenkins."

"Hi. I'm Kiera. Just Kiera."

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Henry sat in his office, flipping through papers with a determined look on his face. "Rick, I've told you three times today, folders go in the top drawer." He was agitated, clearly but this was no reason for the over weight man in front of him to listen to his authority.

"Boss says you need to look over this one." He spread out a manilla folder on Henry's already crowded desk and gave him a constricted stare. "Rowan Towers. A parolee. He's been missing for two weeks." The man crossed his arms, squeezing his eyebrows together and looking expectantly at Henry.

Henry vehemently shook his ink pen within his grasp at a try to release further ink that had been rung out for more than three hours now. "So?" He shrugged, tossing the pen into the metal trash can behind him and shaking his head. "I'm not a babysitter."

"You are when the baby is a murderer." The chubby man, Rick Evans, took a seat in the chair directly under him. "He's murdered four women in the past week, two of which whose bodies had been incinerated." His blue eyes pierced through Henry, demanding his open attention. "You need to do something."

"What can I do? I mean, how do you even know it's him? He's probably visiting some family in a different state and left me a note under all of this...er..stuff. What makes you think he's killed somebody?" Henry leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowing in utter discontentment.

"There are marks on the other two women's bodies." He fumbled in his pocket for a moment, causing Henry to groan in impatiently. "See." He pulled a slip of paper out, flashing him the parchment and quickly saying, "He's leaving his initials...these are his initials, if I'm correct?"

Henry took the paper from Officer Evans hands. He studied it like he would a book that would dictate his life. "Yes." He nodded, his eyes dark with exhaustion. "I'll see if I can find anything."

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"I'm fat!" Her beautiful brown curls were wrapped loosely in a bun and her brilliant crescent skin hide allusively underneath a large blue night shirt and overly large blue pajama pants. She smiled, rather than groan, finally feeling comfortable with what she was wearing. "At least now you can't see it, right?"

He came behind her, waving his hands down her slender sides and stopping them right overtop of her tight stomach. "Baby, you couldn't see anything before." He kissed her neck, her hands reaching up and lightly stroking the back of his slick black hair.

She watched herself in the mirror. Feeling large and unwanted besides the fact that her husband had just assured her, she tilted her head, giving him better access. He was so much taller than she was and she briefly marveled at how gorgeous he looked hunched over top of her. "What do you mean you couldn't see anything?" She pulled her shirt up, revealing a slightly round but small matter that was formally called her 'bump'. "Can't you see that?"

He touched her there with his large hands and softly rubbed, not feeling or understanding anything that she was really saying to him. "Oh, I see it now." He lied, knowing that it didn't look like much yet, and that she was only wanting to believe that she had magically become that glowing pregnant woman she had wanted to be for the last three years.

Phoebe Halliwell twitched her nose, "You're lying. You don't see anything either. Do you?" She followed his hand movements. It was true, she was only two months along and there was nothing yet to show for it. "I'm really excited." She told him, once again admiring herself in the full length mirror. "Maybe too excited. Or hormonal..which ever one sounds more..pregnant."

"You got pissed off at Paige because she told you that you looked nice. I'm leaning more towards the hormonal side." He lightly laughed, standing up to full height again. He kissed her one last time on the top of the head and turned on his heel, heading for the left side of the bed.

She followed him but instead to the right, smirking yet shaking her head in disbelief. "I was wearing probably the slummiest clothes possible and she had the nerve to tell me that I looked nice." She pulled the multi-tone duvet back and let her petite fragile body slip in.

"Baby,..." Coop sighed, scudding himself to her at once after he, himself, was tucked tightly underneath the eiderdown. "You looked beautiful when you left this house. You looked even more amazing now that you have returned. Sweetie. The baby will make her appearance when she is ready. Until then, you look nice." He noticed the flare in her chocolate eyes but leaned over to kiss her regardless. "I love you."

"I love you too." She snuggled down into the covers. It'd be a long nine months. A long eighteen years. She dreamt of the new changes to come. Like the ending of a fairytale. Having a child was something that she longed for, that she felt and knew deep down she was destined for. This was her euphoria of all this...

"Goodnight" Coop rested his head pleasantly and tiredly on her heavy chest. He tilted his head to kiss the very bridge of her ribs and whispered a prayer to his small daughter. He closed his eyes, willing and ready for sleep to take him. "And Phoebe..."

"Yea?"

"You look nice."

A/n: Reviews are loved, my sweeties. Tell me what you like, don't like, or want to see more of.