Piper wyatt-halliwell 1973: I'm very sorry about the confusion. I meant I
was going to put that in when Piper is about 6 months along, when it
actually came out. So terribly sorry you were disappointed, but don't
worry! I will write that when the time comes. I just want to fill out the
rest of the parts we missed first. Please try to be patient, though, as it
may take some time. I don't want to leave out any good opportunities for
the missing parts, as that would defeat the purpose of this fic. Again, I
apologize for the confusion.
Dear Diary,
I have, as a rule, avoided writing in my diary about demons and vanquishing them in the past, but this particular demon kind of screwed my life for a while there.
It was a Sunday, two weeks after Phoebe and Paige totally pissed me off, they had been forgiven (after I sulked in my room and screamed at them a few more times) and we were sitting in the living room. Or rather I was. They were waiting on me hand and foot. Every time I talked to them it'd be "Fluff your pillows, Piper?" or "Do you need something Piper?" Not that I wasn't enjoying it. They were just becoming a little obsessed. And the fact that Phoebe kept talking in baby voices to my stomach was pretty disturbing, not to mention annoying. So, I finally told them to stop obsessing and sit down. That's when the demon decided to barge in.
"Hey witches. Word in the Underworld is a Charmed One is expecting."
"What's it to you, jackass?"
"Ah, another for the eldest sister. Well, I'll soon remedy that." Then he threw an energy ball at me (should've expected that one). Paige, luckily, orbed it into her hand and sent it back towards the demon. He dodged and shimmered out. That's when I heard a voice inside my head. 'He's not being honest with you.'
"What?" Phoebe and Paige looked at me funny.
"Piper? What's wrong?"
"Shh." I listened but heard nothing right away. What it said next made me freeze. 'He's lying because you did something to make him hate you. He hates you.'
"Piper, honey, are you alright?" I wasn't paying attention. Those words had cut me deeply. They hurt so much because I didn't believe him, but at the same time, I knew there wasn't any evidence that said he was wrong. Chris hates me. What did I do? Maybe I left him. No, I would never leave my children. But maybe I change in the future, and I do something horrible. Maybe I'm the reason Wyatt turns evil.
Paige and Phoebe shook me to bring me back to reality.
"Piper, it's me, Phoebe. What's wrong?" That's when I couldn't stand it anymore. I just broke down and started crying. "What happened Piper?"
"My son hates me."
"Piper, Chris loves you. You're his mother and, from what I've heard from him, you're a damn good one." It made some sense at least. He has told me he loves me before.
"Yes, you're probably right, Paige. I don't know why I believed what that demon said." Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell you later."
"Isn't it expected? When you're pregnant it's kind of like you're on an emotional roller coaster."
"Yeah, like when I was pissed at you and Paige for being complete idiots?"
"Ok, I think it's safe to say she's alright now." Paige agreed.
A while after that, we brewed a potion and copied a summoning spell from the BOS. Turns out we were trying to summon the Demon of Thought. He went into people's heads and planted thoughts that would make the person feel a certain negative emotion such as sadness or guilt. He fed off those emotions. Usually, the person would end up insane, in prison, or in a casket. Lucky he chose a pretty stupid thought for me. He must've been pretty desperate.
So, we recited the spell:
Feeder of sadness, anger, and hate
Come to sisters three
So that your evil we might abate
And the demon showed up.
"Well, I guess this proves the almighty Charmed Ones are not as intelligent as they seem. Now, let's see what happens when you conjure a demon with no defense other than your powers which, by the way, are useless against me." But before he could move, the Halliwell genes kicked in.
"And I guess this proves that demons really are dumber than they look." I threw the potion at him and smirked as he looked at me in horror while burning in flames.
"Nice one, sis." Paige smiled at me. Then, we hit the sack after that long day carrying out our Wiccan duties.
But I couldn't sleep. The demon's words were still going through my mind. 'He hates you.' I wanted to believe Paige, but I knew there was something Chris was hiding from me. What would I do if I found out he did hate me? I would probably try to understand why first, and see if I could fix it. But what if I couldn't?
And that's all I kept thinking about for 2 days. I was waiting for Chris to show up. I wanted to ask him about it. I wanted to hear from him if I had hurt him. Finally, on Tuesday, he came back. I wasted no time in getting him to talk to me.
"Chris, I need to ask you a very serious question, and you need to promise me you'll tell it to me straight up. No holding back. Okay?" He nodded. "Chris, did I do something in the future to make you hate me?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Hell no, you were a great mom. Whenever I needed you, you were there for me. Why are you asking me this?"
"Well, Chris, you flinch whenever I touch you, you hardly talk to me, and you won't tell me what's bothering you. What am I supposed to think?"
He sighed. At that moment he looked so old and tired. Probably skipping meals and not sleeping enough still. "Listen, I'm sorry that you ever thought that. I really can't tell you anything. Future consequences, you know. But I can tell you this: you were always the best mom in the world. For me and Wyatt. And don't ever think that you weren't, or will be. Okay?" Then he gave me one of his cocky smiles and orbed out leaving me feeling better than I had in days.
So, my son doesn't hate me. But he's still hiding something from me. I can't just let it go without a fight. I've got to think up more ways of getting him to talk. I think I'll get Paige and Phoebe to talk to him. Maybe his aunts will be able to worm it out of him. I just have to know why he's still avoiding eye contact with me.
Dear Diary,
I have, as a rule, avoided writing in my diary about demons and vanquishing them in the past, but this particular demon kind of screwed my life for a while there.
It was a Sunday, two weeks after Phoebe and Paige totally pissed me off, they had been forgiven (after I sulked in my room and screamed at them a few more times) and we were sitting in the living room. Or rather I was. They were waiting on me hand and foot. Every time I talked to them it'd be "Fluff your pillows, Piper?" or "Do you need something Piper?" Not that I wasn't enjoying it. They were just becoming a little obsessed. And the fact that Phoebe kept talking in baby voices to my stomach was pretty disturbing, not to mention annoying. So, I finally told them to stop obsessing and sit down. That's when the demon decided to barge in.
"Hey witches. Word in the Underworld is a Charmed One is expecting."
"What's it to you, jackass?"
"Ah, another for the eldest sister. Well, I'll soon remedy that." Then he threw an energy ball at me (should've expected that one). Paige, luckily, orbed it into her hand and sent it back towards the demon. He dodged and shimmered out. That's when I heard a voice inside my head. 'He's not being honest with you.'
"What?" Phoebe and Paige looked at me funny.
"Piper? What's wrong?"
"Shh." I listened but heard nothing right away. What it said next made me freeze. 'He's lying because you did something to make him hate you. He hates you.'
"Piper, honey, are you alright?" I wasn't paying attention. Those words had cut me deeply. They hurt so much because I didn't believe him, but at the same time, I knew there wasn't any evidence that said he was wrong. Chris hates me. What did I do? Maybe I left him. No, I would never leave my children. But maybe I change in the future, and I do something horrible. Maybe I'm the reason Wyatt turns evil.
Paige and Phoebe shook me to bring me back to reality.
"Piper, it's me, Phoebe. What's wrong?" That's when I couldn't stand it anymore. I just broke down and started crying. "What happened Piper?"
"My son hates me."
"Piper, Chris loves you. You're his mother and, from what I've heard from him, you're a damn good one." It made some sense at least. He has told me he loves me before.
"Yes, you're probably right, Paige. I don't know why I believed what that demon said." Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell you later."
"Isn't it expected? When you're pregnant it's kind of like you're on an emotional roller coaster."
"Yeah, like when I was pissed at you and Paige for being complete idiots?"
"Ok, I think it's safe to say she's alright now." Paige agreed.
A while after that, we brewed a potion and copied a summoning spell from the BOS. Turns out we were trying to summon the Demon of Thought. He went into people's heads and planted thoughts that would make the person feel a certain negative emotion such as sadness or guilt. He fed off those emotions. Usually, the person would end up insane, in prison, or in a casket. Lucky he chose a pretty stupid thought for me. He must've been pretty desperate.
So, we recited the spell:
Feeder of sadness, anger, and hate
Come to sisters three
So that your evil we might abate
And the demon showed up.
"Well, I guess this proves the almighty Charmed Ones are not as intelligent as they seem. Now, let's see what happens when you conjure a demon with no defense other than your powers which, by the way, are useless against me." But before he could move, the Halliwell genes kicked in.
"And I guess this proves that demons really are dumber than they look." I threw the potion at him and smirked as he looked at me in horror while burning in flames.
"Nice one, sis." Paige smiled at me. Then, we hit the sack after that long day carrying out our Wiccan duties.
But I couldn't sleep. The demon's words were still going through my mind. 'He hates you.' I wanted to believe Paige, but I knew there was something Chris was hiding from me. What would I do if I found out he did hate me? I would probably try to understand why first, and see if I could fix it. But what if I couldn't?
And that's all I kept thinking about for 2 days. I was waiting for Chris to show up. I wanted to ask him about it. I wanted to hear from him if I had hurt him. Finally, on Tuesday, he came back. I wasted no time in getting him to talk to me.
"Chris, I need to ask you a very serious question, and you need to promise me you'll tell it to me straight up. No holding back. Okay?" He nodded. "Chris, did I do something in the future to make you hate me?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Hell no, you were a great mom. Whenever I needed you, you were there for me. Why are you asking me this?"
"Well, Chris, you flinch whenever I touch you, you hardly talk to me, and you won't tell me what's bothering you. What am I supposed to think?"
He sighed. At that moment he looked so old and tired. Probably skipping meals and not sleeping enough still. "Listen, I'm sorry that you ever thought that. I really can't tell you anything. Future consequences, you know. But I can tell you this: you were always the best mom in the world. For me and Wyatt. And don't ever think that you weren't, or will be. Okay?" Then he gave me one of his cocky smiles and orbed out leaving me feeling better than I had in days.
So, my son doesn't hate me. But he's still hiding something from me. I can't just let it go without a fight. I've got to think up more ways of getting him to talk. I think I'll get Paige and Phoebe to talk to him. Maybe his aunts will be able to worm it out of him. I just have to know why he's still avoiding eye contact with me.