A/N: Okay, there seemed to be a little confusion about how Pearl and Brandon were saved from the whirlpool last chapter. The force that pulled them out was Max's psychokinesis. His powerwas also the one Huldra slammed into (and was thrown by), which was why she was confused when she saw no telekinetic among them. This is a play on the television show, "Full House".
Change Happens
Chapter 5: Full Manor
"Who are you?" Andy barked, stopping dead in his tracks as he entered the kitchen to see Max seated at the island. He took his daughter's hand and gently pushed her behind him. His bloodshot eyes bore into Max's as he awaited a plausible answer.
"I-Inspector Trudeau?" Max choked, his espresso eyes large with recollection.
Pandora tugged lightly at her father's sleeve. "Max, daddy. Max."
Max shifted his eyes to the small witchling, who was peering at him from behind Andy. He mentally noted her striking resemblance to Prue. "Are you-are you Prue's daughter?" He asked, sliding off the stool and kneeling down to Pandora's eye level.
"Who are you?" Andy hissed, scooping Pandora into his arms and holding her protectively against his chest.
"You don't remember me?" The psychokinetic inquired. He came towards Andy, stopping at arm's length. "Max? Max Franklin?"
Andy briefly clasped his eye lids closed. Max Franklin? Who is Max Franklin?
"The bank robbery. Don't you remember? Prue came and saved me."
"Prue," the Inspector breathed. His hold around Pandora loosened. "You were supposed to unlock the safe."
"Yeah and Prue used her powers to help save me."
"What're you doing here?" The mortal finally relented.
"Using my powers to help save her."
Andy's jaw seemed to loosen and slightly drop, his mouth forming a small 'o' shape. He swallowed the forming lump in his throat, preparing to speak when a group of people materialized out of the corner of his eye.
"Andy? What're you doing down here?" Piper asked, briskly walking towards him.
"We heard noise in the kitchen," Andy explained, setting his child on the floor. "We came to see what was going on."
"And we founded Max," the telepath exclaimed. She giggled, flashing a toothy grin at the African-American witch.
"What's going on?" The mortal asked, glancing quizzically around the room.
"We're trying to save Prue."
"And you brought Max back?"
"We didn't bring him back," Piper snapped. "He's Paige's first charge. He insisted on helping."
"Why would they assign Max to Paige? Shouldn't healready have a whitelighter?"
"Does that really matter right now?" Piper hissed.
"No, it's fine." Max interjected. "Arlene, my whitelighter, was killed by darklighters two weeks ago. They had to reassign me."
"But why Paige?"
At that moment, the basement door came flying open, followed by the entrance of Paige and Phoebe.
"Because they've decided since I've had experience with children while working at South Bay, they'd only assign me children and young teens. With Max, as my one exception. They didn't say why."
Phoebe placed her fingers to her temples. "Does this really matter right now?" She held her hands at equal heights, palms facing the ceilings. "Somehow," she said as she moved her hands in contrasting directions, "this doesn't compare."
"You're right," Andy bowed his head. "I'm so-"
"It's okay," Piper breathed as she placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "I understand."
"We should start working on a potion," the psychic directed.
"For what?"
"To vanquish Huldra."
"No! We need her!"
"Andy, calm down! Look, we've been doing this for a long time, we know what we're doing."
"But you don't know what we did," the Inspector calmly replied. He picked up his daughter and ran his hand through her raven curls.
"Andy, what's going on?" Paige asked, placing her hands squarely on her hips.
"Pandora and I, we place a hex on Prue's abductors."
"What?"
"I don't know if you forgot, but you don't have powers," Paige corrected.
"Pandora telepathically connected with her sister. Together they chanted the spell to hex Huldra and The Source."
"And you didn't happen to run this by us before you did it?" Piper raged.
"Piper!" Paige glared. "Be quiet and let him speak!" Her brunette eyes landed back on her mortal brother-in-law. "What kind of hex, Andy? Do you remember the words? What was it supposed to do?"
Andy carefully extracted a small, neatly folded piece of paper from his breast pocket and extended it to the witchlighter Charmed One.
The whitelighter-witch's eyes seemed to bulged from their sockets as the paper fell from her finger tips.
"Paige? Paige! What's going on?" Phoebe asked, scrambling to the floor to grab the hex.
"Prue's going to die if we don't get to her and reverse this!"
"What?" Andy gaped. "No! I worded that so that if one of them tried to touch Prue, they would be vanquished! Not Prue!"
Paige held out her hand, orbing the hex from Phoebe and shoving it into Andy's face. "Look! You've poisoned her skin!"
"It was supposed to be a poisoned touch."
"But it's not!" The whitewitch placed a palm to her forehead. "Phoebe, start working on a spell. Piper, I want a potion."
"Who put you in charge?" Piper fumed, stalking up to her little sister.
Paige's brown irises bore right into those of her elder sister. "Nobody, I just decided to take charge." Without breaking her gaze, she snagged Andy's shirt collar and orbs began to devour them from their feet on up. "And I want the kids in the attic, now!" She ordered, before vanishing completely.
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A raging inferno erupted into a towering column, allowing the King of Evil to step from it. He stood on a rocky, reddish-brown platform which overlooked an underground stadium of evil underlings who all waited impatiently for his command. Where there had once been a murmur of demonic voices, now there was silence. The Source began to toss a red-orange ball of flames upon his skeletal hand.
"I'm missing an assassin," the black cloaked demon raged. "I want to know where Huldra has gone!"
One of the lower levels timidly raised his skinny arm.
"What information do you have form me?"
"I have heard that she was summoned..."
"Summoned?" The Source hissed, his bony fingers crunching around the fireball. "By whom?"
"A Blessed One and her male witch, Sire."
"A Blessed One!"
"The eldest, Sir."
"Agh!" The hooded demon hurled his ball of flames right into the low level demon, watching with temporary glee as the demon screamed in agony and then exploded into nothing but charcoal tinted ash. He waved his yellowed fingers over the crowd. "I want a full on attack!" When nobody moved,the walls began to shake. "Now!"
In unison the crowd began to disperse in shimmers, flames, electric bolts, flares, and an array of other demonic teleportive abilities until absolutely no one was left.
The Source turned on his heel, silently vowing to destroy all but one of the Warren line once and for all. The demonic King flamed out mid stride.
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"P-Paige!" Andy hollered, clutching Pandora tightly to his body.
Before Paige even had time to lift her nose from the brittle pages of her leather bound family heirloom, she felt her body encase her with goose flesh. Her breathing became rapid, as more evil poured into the Manor's walls. "Get away from them!" Paige shrieked, her eyes lifting to her brother-in-law and niece.
Clouds of bright angelic light enveloped the demons who were charging at the Trudeaus, absolving them into orbs before returning them to their whole state, followed by a pounding against the opposite wall.
The whitewitch placed her hands squarely on each side of the leather bound Book and disappeared in a spray of orbs.
"Paige! Paige!" The mortal Inspector panicked. Then he looked up to see orbs encircling him and Pandora, before they too disappeared in orbs which flew to the ceiling and vanished.
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"Phiona!" Pearl yelled, as another demon exploded via her light ball attack.
"Oh-oh!" Phiona raised her hand and slashed it through the air in a jagged motion. Orbs sprayed from her finger tips and crashed into a hoard of demons, sending them hurtling in all directions.
The oldest Blessed One swirled her hands together, opening them slowly to reveal a pulsating ball of exploding light. She reared her arm back, casting the magical weapon at a wiring looking demon with crooked teeth. She dove at her younger cousin, pulling her to the ground as yellow demonic slime flew at them. "Phi! Phi!"
Phiona rolled over, staring up at the hoard of demons coming her way. She ducked low to the floor, spreading out her fingers and running them over the ground. Orbs flew from her finger tips, running across the ground in waves and knocking all of the demonic beasts to the ground, along with everything else on the floor. After which, she scrambled to her feet. "Run!"
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"Piper!" Phoebe screeched, as her body blasted from the floor. She back flipped, landing two powerful kicks into a pair of demons, crashing them into the wall. Her body descended to the floor and she grabbed a butcher knife from the sink, hurling it into the nearest demon and watched him explode.
Piper raised her hands and two demons across the kitchen exploded simultaneously. "Fuck this!" The timing witch hissed, flexing her fingers and bringing everything in the room to a dead stop.
"Oh! Piper, not him!" Phoebe yelled.
The timer turned just in time to see a neon electric bolt flying her way. Her hands flew to her face, adrenaline pumping through her body, and the bolt froze inches from her face.
At that moment, Paige descended into the kitchen with Andy and Pandora. "Piper, Phoebe, the attic's-"
"Filled with demons?" Phoebe asked. She motioned to the unfrozen demon and the zigzag bolt in front of Piper. "Paige, please..."
"Bolt!" Paige yelled, waving her arm. The bolt dissolved into orbs, which reversed and headed straight towards the unfrozen demon. As the orbs vanished, they revealed the sparking bolt, which pummeled its way into the chest of the beefy demon and instantly vanquished him.
At that moment, Piper's freezing wore off and the demons sprang to life again.
"Shit!" Paige cursed, forcing a group of demons to orb across the room.
"Hurry!" Phoebe yelled. "The Power of Three!"
Paige, Phoebe, and Piper scrambled together and took hands. "The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free!"
The house began to rumble, shaking with the sheer power of the activation of the original Power of Three spell. Plumes of smoke began to rise as demons began to shake and convulse. Others cowered and evaded vanquish by using their own birth given abilities to shimmer and what not.
"The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free!" A ring of mystical flames began to cackle around the Charmed Ones. "The power of three will set us free!" Magical, whipping wind started to spiral around the three sister witches, just as it had done the same night Phoebe, Prue, and Piper had regained their powers.
As some brave demons rushed at the sisters three, the ring of fire licked at their bodies, turning them into piles of ash which were then swept away by the mystical wind.
"The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free! The power of three will set us free!" They cried, their voices melding together as one. Paige stood in the center, her hands grasped to Phoebe, who stood behind her on the right and Piper, who stood behind her on the left. Their faces were set into hard, powerful expressions and their dark hair flailed against the wrath of the magical wind.
Cries and screams of agony reverberated through the Manor, as the last of the demons were devoured by flames and washed away by the sisters' spell.
The wind began to lessen, coming to a soft breeze and then finally dispersing completely. The raging flames began to shrink back into the floor, disappearing as the sisters' words became less and less, and finally vanishing and leaving no trace of having ever been there at all.
In the silence of the room, Paige moved her jaw, and set her eyes straight ahead. "The Power of Three."
TO BE CONTINUED...
