Hey guys, I know it's really...really...late. I'm sorry. I'm working at this camp and...well, you don't wanna hear my life story.
Thanks for all the reviews...you guys are too damn smart for your own good...hehehe. Alright, ON WITH THE TALE!
Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts.
by MOI
"Alright...Phoebe...it's all you." Paige said, leaning against...an oddly placed pole. How...odd...
"What? Why me?"
"Because we can't go against ourselves. It's useless..." Piper pointed out. Phoebe grimaced.
"I can't stop the two of you. You know that." Phoebe replied. They watched as their dream selves battled the demon. And, they were impressed.
"We are good. Gotta give us that.." Paige replied, but sighed. "How do we help her, though?" And she pointed to Phoebe's little girl, crying the corner for her daddy.
"I have an idea..."Piper said, suddenly and pushed Phoebe towards Melinda. "You're going to go help your daughter. Go."
"What are-"
"Act now, explain later. Go!" Piper said, and held Paige's hand. "Powers of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies, come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here."
"What did you just do?" Paige asked, pulling her hand away.
"They're us, right? So if we say the spell to call their powers, they should rise up and come to us. We own them, after all."
"And..no powers, no vanquish. Brilliant." Paige deducted. "One thing."
"What?"
"What happens when the demon wins?"
"He...goes back to his family." Piper replied, watching as the demon- and more importantly, Melinda's father- walked over to Phoebe and her daughter. At that moment, Piper realized that, to be a good parent, you don't need to watch them every second, or punish them for every mistake they ever make. All you have to do is be there for your child. Even if it's just once, even if it's not possible to see them outside of some fantasy world. To show them you love them is the most important thing you can do.
All right, enough sappy-ness...
Piper then realized that they had faded out of Melinda's dreamworld, and back into the Manor.
"The spell's finished." Paige said, sitting down and yawning. "Thank GOD. No more problems today.."
"...Oh Paige" Piper sighed. Paige was not one of those woman who should be a parent. And she knew it.
Oh yes, Paige realized long ago that her job was to be the fun-loving, money-lending, advice-giving, parent-avoiding aunt. The favorite aunt in all occasions. And she was fine with that...
Especially because these adventures seemed to tire her out more than normal. And hey, how would she handle a kid if she couldn't handle her own witchy duties?
"Are you sure you want to go play, sweetie?" Phoebe said, worried. It was eleven o' clock at night and Melinda just wanted to go play her version of 'hide and seek' with her cousins...the most aggrivating version of the game...ever. No one ever won, because two of the players could become invisible, and the third player could levitate above the boys' reach when they found her...
"Yeah, Mommy! Let me go!" Melinda exclaimed, pulling away once again.
"You don't have any questions? You're not ...I dunno...tired?" Phoebe urged, but to no avail. Melinda just squealed a bit and tugged on her own arm. "Alright, sweetie. But Wyatt and Chris had their own adventures today, so...if they're asleep, just let them sleep, ok?" No one heard that, though...seeing as Melinda had already run out the door screaming for her cousins.
Phoebe sighed as she gazed at her younger sister, lying on her bed...asleep. She decided to be a nice person andlet Paige sleep in her bed tonight. After all, they rarely slept in the same bed, and Phoebe kinda wanted someone to be with this night...so...it wasn't really her being nice...more like needy, really...
And as Phoebe stared into space, trying to call sleep, she thought about something...well..rather...someone.
2006
"You know you can't stay, right?" Phoebe asked her lover.
"I know..."
"My sister's will kill you..."
"Well-"
"They'll find a way. They always have before."
"You know, Phoebe...I'm starting to get the feeling that your sisters don't like me." Her dark haired beauty joked.
"Yeah, well, how many times have you tried to kill us?"
"Never succeeded, though. And all's well that end's well, right?"
"Tell that to Paige-"
"And all the good shoes I made her break chasing me. I know..."
"Speaking of chasing..."
"It's time to go, Phoebe."
"What do you mean?" She asked, looking into her ex-husband's eyes.
"Well, do you remember how you asked me how I was here? I'm not real, Phoebe. You're not real. This is all a dream..." Cole Turner said, kissing Phoebe one sweet last time.
"But Cole, I don't-" Phoebe started, and woke up. Looking at the clock, she noted that only fifteen minutes had gone by. But she also knew that she had to talk to Melinda. As she looked for her daughter, though, she sighed as she remembered that wonderful time, no matter if it had been real or not. They say dreams are just figments of your imagination. However, Phoebe Halliwell knew better. Her ex-husband came to her in a dream-
And he got her pregnant in one, too.
"Wyatt! Cwis! WAKE UP!" Melinda screamed at her cousins, who groggily opened their eyes. She had been delayed in her quest to play 'hide and seek' because her mother really wanted to talk to her about 'what happened today'...she didn't need to talk 'bout it! She knew what happened. She saw weird stuff happen to Chris and Wyatt all the time. She was just happy that she finally got an (as she calls it) "'venture" of her own. (What can we say, we're suckers for little-girl-speak).
"Melinda! We're tired!" Wyatt groaned. Chris and he had been having a pillow fight until all the good TV went off, and they started showing informercials. Then, they fell asleep. Unfortunately for them, Melinda had been sleeping all day. So, now, at 1:48 in the morning, she wasn't tired at all!
"Yeah! It's gotta be like...2 AM!" Chris whined.
"No...the cwock says it's only...um...like dis!" Replied the youngling, bouncing in place. She wasn't tired at all! So, to tell her stupid cousins the time, she stuck out her hands and imitated the clock! Like all little kids do when they can't tell time...they act like inaminate...inanimate...yeah...inanimate objects...inanimate, right? We don't know...that word is like 'aluminum'...you never quite know how to say it. Anyhoos, before we go on a ride at Tangent-City, we should get back to the story. It's long enough as it is...
"Melinda...learn how to tell time, and then wake us up again, alright?" Wyatt replied, going back to sleep on top of his brother. It was too early to pretend like he was happy...it was just too early, period. Melinda should take oh...about...three years to learn to tell time. And then, she was welcome to waking him up. He'll be a teenager by then- he'll just push her off a table or something...
But Melinda was not pleased. And when Melinda is not pleased...well...when the new and improved Melinda (yes, there is a new and improved Melinda...what? You think that people can't develop over time? Hah!), is not pleased...
"MOMMMMMMYYYYYY!" Melinda shrieked, (after all, whenever Chris screamed, he got what he wanted...), and every single person in the tri-city areawoke up-
Alright, not everyone. For instance, Paige and Phoebe we safe in the make-shift sound-proof room they had created for Melinda...ironic, ain't it? Whatever it was, they got to sleep, and that's all that matters. Piper and Leo, on the other hand, we not so lucky.
"What the ...what is going on down here!" Piper said, coming downstairs with her husband in tow. After ten years, she still couldn't stop herself from swearing at friggin' two in the friggin' morning, (yes, insert actual swear words where the 'friggin' is...).
"Melinda won't go to sleep..." Wyatt said, awake now. Chris, on the other hand, had just orbed a pillow directly into Melinda's face and fell asleep, using Wyatt as a pillow now. Ah, poor Wyatt. First, he thinks that no one likes him, then heturns into his really annoying (and short, apparently), brother, then he has to get up to aid his hyper-active cousin, and now, he's a human pillow. The kid really didn't have the best day.
"Melinda, your mother would not be happy to see you awake at this hour. I think you should go to sleep." Leo told his little niece. Ever since they stopped her nightmares...three hours prior, she's been all crabby. Completely unlike her, really.
"But I'm not tired!" Melinda frowned. See? She turned into a brat by spending a total of like...an hour with her father...at least...that'sthe excuse we're going to use. Becuase it's late, and we all just want to go to sleep.
"I think you are. That's why you're so cranky." Leo said.
"I'm not cwanky!" Melinda said, stamping her foot. Hear that? She's not cwanky at all...she's hunting for wabbits, maybe...but she wasn't cwanky...
"Yes you are. Now, let's go to bed. Alright?" Leo said, picking up his niece and taking her to her bed. In her own room this time. She didn't need to sleep in her Mommy's room anymore...
As Leo carried the now fast asleep Melinda to bed (it really is amazing how quickly children fall asleep), Piper looked at her two little boys. Yeah, they probably should have been grounded...or at least, carted off to their bed the second she got ...home. But she had learned something that day, and she wanted to actually practice the lesson...it was time she stop controlling everything her kids did...or at least...attempting to control them...she never could, really...but it was time to stop trying.
Yeah sure, they would have backaches, neckaches, all sorts of aches...and Melinda would be tired the whole next day in school.
But those problems were for another day...
Hope you liked it. I know, it's late. It's not even that good. But, I dunno...I couldn't think of a really good way to assemble all of my ideas. It's still not really finished...well, sorta. This "part" is done. But for a while...I'm not going to skip to the next age group. I'm going to keep this age for about a year Charmed-time...so, I have plenty of time to explore all those loose ends and stuff...
Alright, I'm tired ,and I have to work at a SUMMER CAMP in the morning...so I'm off!
Night.
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Sincerely.
Camp Counselor Leora
