Hello my dear readers. I know it's been a REALLY long time since I've updated, and I apologise. My homework load has been enormous and myy life doesn't revolve around S&W. lol. So, without further a-do, here are the replies!
Fanmania: Glad you liked it! Yup, Piper is pregnant too. Lol. Thanks for your review!
JesseMacHottie: Another new reviewer. Glad you like S&W! Thanks for the review!
Mrk ya me rock: Well, I'm not too sure what the hell you were saying at the beginning of you review. Why exactly is with the 'wawawawawa…?' But anyway, thanks for the review.
o0o-vicki-o0o: Glad you liked the brotherly action last chapter. I'll update as soon as I can. Soon I'll be juggling school, a puppy, media club, and possibly a job. Lol. I'm trying my hardest to post the new chapters sooner. Thanks for your review!
.elementbabe.: Glad you liked it! You know me, I need my Paige/Kyle. Lol. Thanks for your review!
The-Cheese-Fairy: Yes, I did correct your grammar. Lol. OH! There's that word, rock, again. Lol. Ha, I rock like a stone. :P that's funny. Hehe BLOOSY! NEW WORD ALERT! Lol. We can add it to 'amazong'. Lol. I'm debating where to put Jess and her sing/guitar talent in this story. lol. YES! Go tell Hugh to grow out his hair! Lol. Although, I'm not a big fan of longs-ish hair, but meh. Oh, you're excited about this whole 'the One thing' eh? Lol. Thanks for your, as always, awesome review!
Prince Halliwell: Glad you liked it! I knew you would like Piper being pregnant. Lol. Thanks for your review!
BlueOrbs998: Well, I wasn't too happy with some of the last chapter, but I'm glad you didn't think it sucked. Lol. You'll just have to keep reading to see if Paige and Kyle move out of the Manor (winks). I don't know why I wrote the part with Jess and Miss Dixon, lol. But glad you liked it anyway:P yes, stick with 'rock' lol. It flows so much better. And I you rock more than I do! Thanks for you awesome review!
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to BlueOrbs998, who helped me SO MUCH with this chapter. I owe you Ally!
AN: Oh, before I forget, there is a bit more swearing in this chapter than pervious chapters, so please don't be offended. I've warned you!
Sitting in his small wooden seat at Golden Gate University, Andrew's mind was anywhere but there. His thoughts revolved around his girlfriend of one year. Since the Avatars and Ellen's little surprise of having another child, Vera hadn't been her cheery self. In fact, everything that had happened in the past five months had been quite a downer on their love life. Sure, they had the good morning kiss here, and goodnight kiss there, but with their part time jobs, school, and magical side, there wasn't much 'Andrew and Vera' time.
"And so, if there was a person who wanted a loan of three thousand dollars to start up a business, by what time would they have to pay the bank back by?" Mr. Carlson, one of the University's business teachers, asked the class. Only two hands rose from the students. Mr. Carlson sighed. No one ever wanted to answer his questions. "Yes, Mr. Brant."
Upon hearing the name 'Brant', Andrew smirked and turned his attention to the male mortal beside him. The Elder/witch had become best buds with Mr. Brant, or better known as Alex. Andrew had met Alex this past September in the "Loans and Management" course they were currently taking.
Alex's dark, hazel eyes sparkled as the sunlight beamed down on his lightly tanned face. His bleach blonde hair was spiked up, making him look taller than he actually was. This, of course, was not a feature which had bothered him in the least; he hated being only five foot four. Being on the school's tennis team, height wasn't the biggest issue, but Alex definitely did not like being short. He wasn't the biggest ladies man; however Alex Brant was known to be the type of guy that would do anything for his significant other. This was one trait that intrigued Andrew.
Alex was basically the perfect guy to date, yet he was single…and he wasn't looking. Andrew sometimes wondered if Alex even knew anything about the opposite sex, besides being able to spoil them. Then again, did any male know the secrets that the female gender holds? The answer: someday, maybe.
Andrew grunted as Mr. Brant answered the question, with a slight ego showing through. Sometimes Alex did have an ego. Mostly about his intelligence. Okay, always about his intelligence. That may just be why Alex never looked interested in having a significant other; it would interfere with his studies.
But by looks, Alex could have any girl he wanted.
Mr. Carlson smiled, and opened his mouth to speak. But one second too late. His mouth was left gaping open – and the class bell was going off. He snapped it shut with a slight scowl. "…Correct."
Just like any class, every student gathered their books' up like it was the fire alarm that was going off, and ran out of the room. Some even before they heard the assignment for that night. Most didn't even care.
"Remember, study pages 267 through 302 tonight! Test tomorrow!" The teacher tried to raise his voice over the bell, and the roar of the students, but it was basically useless. The only one that really took his time getting out of class was none other than Mr. Brant.
"Ah, Mr. Brant." Mr. Carlson beamed at the student that was walking past his desk. "You're a special boy, I can see that." The old male teacher removed his glass frames, "Never loose that special quality. If you always of this," He pointed to the temple of his head, meaning the brain, "You can do anything."
Alex appeared to be taken aback by his teachers' small preach, blinking quickly a few times at him. Then his mouth formed into a smile, "Thanks, teach."
"Good day, Mr. Brant."
"Bye."
Alex, still half grinning from before, shook his head and let himself out of the class room.
"Yo, Alex." He had taken no more than two steps out of the room and Andrew had already spotted him. The magical being jogged up to his young friend, "What are you doing tonight."
"Studying." He said blandly, "You should too."
Andrew wrinkled his nose while Alex swiftly turned his foot and took off in the other direction. "I know that," Andrew breathed, "I was just going to ask if you wanted to hang out tonight."
"Studying."
"We can study at my place!" Andrew flung his arms out as if he was saying the most obvious thing in the world.
"I really need to pass this, Andrew."
"And you will! You could pass it without studying. You haven't been over in… how long?"
Alex glared.
"We'll study for the test, Al. I promise. Then afterward we can order a pizza or something."
"Dude, I don't know. I really, I mean REALLY need to pass this."
"And you like, REALLY will. Relax. Just come over, tonight at eight, okay?"
Alex looked off to the side, still looking uneasy about it. "Will it be just me and you?"
"And Vera."
Vera. Almost on cue, Alex's eyes lit up. "Vera?"
"Well, she is my girlfriend."
"Vera, huh?" He muttered to himself, giving a slight nod. He then showed off a cheeky grin, and lightly hit Andrew in the chest with his text books. "Okay, see you at eight, then."
Not wasting another moment, he backed up, turned around, and walked down the endless University hall. Still carrying the same grin and his eyes lit up just the same.
Jess orbed into the kitchen of the Grant household. She could hear yelling coming from the living room. The Elder/witch slowly walked toward the room, which was filled with leather furniture, a wooden fireplace and a very large wide screen television. There were two distinct voices bantering back and forth. One sounded like a middle aged man, while the other was a young female voice- Vera's. Jess crept to the edge of the wall, which separated the two rooms. She peered around the corner; just enough so no one would see her. The man looked about mid forties, had a slightly noticeable "beer belly", and grayish hair which was beginning to fall out. His eyes were, yet again, grey. The mortal man and magical woman were arguing about something.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Us alone?" the man, who Jess assumed was Ellen's new husband, questioned loudly.
"Because David, I am still my mother's daughter! I still have a right to be here. You can't keep me away from here, my mother won't agree to it." Vera yelled back.
David gloated, "You're mother loves me too much to disagree with anything I ask."
Vera eyed her step-father viciously, "Once that child is born, I want you to leave. And take that evil spawn with you."
Jess was taken aback by Vera's statement. Was David really a demon? And was the child Ellen was carrying a demon also?
"How dare you call my child an evil spawn! He will be a normal person, unlike you." He waved his hand up and down, motioning toward Vera.
"Nothing is ever normal around here."
David glared angrily at his step-daughter, "My kid will be normal. He or she will not have any powers…not if I can help it!"
"It's inevitable David! My half brother or sister is going to have powers, whether you like it or not!"
"Shut up half-breed!"
This comment struck a nerve in both Vera and Jess. No one calls them a half-breed and gets away with it. Jess conjured up an orb ball and sent it flying at David. The ball of orbs just clipped his right shoulder. Vera knew who had sent help, and who had come to rescue her. She decided to talk to those two later. Right now, she was going to kick David's ass. The young Keith teen fired a clear, liquid filled ball at David's precious big screen TV. The television sparked and fried.
Vera smirked to herself and glanced toward her best friend, nodding her head slightly, indicating it was time to leave. Jess followed the instructions and disappeared in her Whitelighter orbs.
"What did you do? You conceited little brat of a half-breed!" David yelled out after the blue and white orbs. Through the orbs, Vera muttered a faint "fuck you" in to the air.
The Tennor son with dark hair and eyes laid spread out on his bed, snoring quietly. His thoughts, or rather dreams, were focused on a certain Elder/witch who had captured his heart. Duncan smiled in his sleep as his dream played out in his mind.
Duncan watched his three children as they threw a tennis ball out in to the center of the park. A dog, which looked like a mix breed between a husky and a German shepherd, darted towards the green ball. Kira and Blair, each appeared to be about fourteen years old, cheered when the dog came back and dropped the ball at Kylie's feet. Kylie, who looked almost thirteen years old, picked up the tennis ball and tossed it again. The Darklighter beamed. He was finally living the life he always wanted.
Someone tapped Duncan on his shoulder. He took his eyes off his kids and turned around to face the person.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hi. What are you doing?" the person asked.
"Just watching the kids. They really like Warlock."
"Yeah, and how ironic it is, right?" the woman smirked. "We fight them all the time, and yet, you let them name their dog a Warlock." Duncan grinned along with her. He pulled the female in to his lap and kissed her pale red lips.
"You know you like the name Jess." The Elder/witch smirked and winked at her husband.
"Mommy!" Kylie yelled. The pre-teen ran up to her mother. "Can we get a kitty?"
Jess glared lightly at her youngest daughter, "And what would you name this cat?"
Kylie giggled, "Damon."
A loud crashing sound made the Darklighter wake up. He was upset that his dream was cut short, but decided to check out what had happened. Sighing, Duncan got up from his bed and walked across his room to the doorway. He stopped suddenly when he saw what was on the table in the kitchen.
Duncan's left eye began to twitch. "DUSTIN!" the younger Tennor brother yelled. "What is that doing in my apartment?"
Dustin poked his head out from behind the wall separating the main room from the kitchen. He glanced from his brother to the black and white, fluffy creature lying on the tile counter in the kitchen. "Oh her? It's just Jarl."
Duncan was dumbstruck. "And what is Jarl exactly?"
The Whitelighter arched his eyebrow, "Um, bro, are you telling me you've never seen a cat before?"
Duncan laughed, "Well, I have seen cats…just none like that."
"Oh, Jarl is a black and white Turkish Van." Dustin explained. At that moment, Jarl leaped off the table and attacked Duncan's head, or more precisely, his hair.
"DUSTIN!" the Darklighter Tennor cried out. "Get this damn thing off me! It's ruining my hair!"
But Dustin only watched, and laughed, at the sight before him. After three a few minutes of watching Jarl and Duncan fight, Dustin decided to help out. He formed a harmless light ball in his hand and threw it at the black and white cat. Jarl immediately jumped off Duncan. The Whitelighter then sent out another light ball and the cat chased it.
Duncan glared at his brother, "Thanks for helping." He said sarcastically.
Dustin grinned sheepishly, "Well, it got your mind off of whatever you were dreaming about. Plus the whole 'One' thing."
"Yeah, what about this 'One' thing? We should really do some research or something." Duncan thought to himself out loud.
Dustin rolled his eyes, "If it means that much to you, then I'll go dig up some information from the Elders."
Duncan grinned widely, "You do that. Finally, you're seeing things my way."
"No," Dustin shook his head, "I just want you and Jarl to get along. And the fact that if I do this, it'll make you shut up. See you soon!" he said before orbing up to the Elders.
Phoebe sat in her office at The Bay Mirror, staring out of the spotless glass window. The day was almost over, and Phoebe just wanted to go home and put her feet up. Unfortunately, the middle Charmed One couldn't leave work today. She cursed herself for falling behind on her article. There was a sudden knock on the door, which snapped Phoebe out of her trance.
"Come in." she hollered to the person who had disrupted her 'work'. Phoebe glanced over at the door as it opened. Her mouth became as wide as freeway once she saw who had come to see her. His thick, sandy hair had grown back into the curls Phoebe had once loved running her fingers through. He didn't look a day older than he had when he had left, but facial hair was now prominent on his chin in the form of a small beard of stubble. His piercing blue eyes scanned the room and his apprehensive smile was somewhat unnerving.
"Hi Phoebe. Long time no see." He smiled his pearly white teeth. Phoebe used to melt every time he beamed at her. But that was in the past now. She was married for heaven's sake! She couldn't be eyeing other men. Besides, Phoebe loved Drake with all her heart, and nothing was going to stop her from loving him. Not even the man in front of her, who she once had thought she loved.
All Phoebe could muster up was, "Um…hi. What are you doing here?"
The man chuckled, "Surprise! I transferred back here. Guess who's come back to sweep you off your feet." He said happily. He walked over to Phoebe as placed a light kiss on her lips. He didn't even notice the golden ring on her third finger. Phoebe quickly pulled away.
"Jason, I can't do this. I'm married."
(wipes forehead) Finally! I've finished this chapter! It took me a while, but it's posted! Yay! Now you all can start throwing food at me for having to wait for this to be updated. Yes, I know, I suck. (Gets hit in the head with a cucumber) Ow…
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