Paige picked herself up off the floor for the second time that day and dusted off her skirt. The three remaining Halliwell sisters then formed a circle around the oldest Angelic One and stared at Amanda curiously. How was it possible that Amanda was now an adult of eighteen with both telekinetic and tracer powers?
"Okay, what just happened here?" Piper pressed her hands to her forehead letting them rest in her hair for a moment. The manor was absolute mess of blood and glass.
"I don't know, but we've got to clean it up before our innocents unfreeze" Prue reached for Amanda grabbing her hand and started to tug her towards the stairs. "C'mon Missy you're coming with me!"
"This is so not happening….so, so not happening!" Piper's hands fell to her face as her eyes landed on the pedestal that Phoebe's urn had been sitting upon. The contents were now broken and smashed scattered across the living room floor.
"It must have fallen over during the attack" Paige answered softly as she went over to the pile of dust that was formerly her sister. Cole was already there on his knees fisting what was left of his beloved.
"Phoebe, Phoebe" Grains of sand slipped through his fingers as he drew his hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
Drake stood gazing at his friend, his hands in his pockets. "I'm afraid that's not going to bring her back, pal". Stooping he kneeled down to pick up the mess.
"Don't touch her!" Cole snarled, protectively covering the remains with his body.
Paige ran her hand down Drake's back, and smiled. "Don't worry, I have a better way to fix this." Drake nodded, rising to his feet as the young witch started to chant.
"Let the object of objection be but a dream as I cause the sight to be unseen" Slowly bits of broken glass flew back into the window replacing the stained glass. Bits of the urn mystically rose from the ground reassembling itself back on the podium.
"Pretty nice, trick" Drake grinned noting the manor was back a sparkling clean with zero trace of the demonic attack.
"It goes with the territory" Paige shrugged as the innocents unfroze, unaware that they'd been watched the entire time by the See'r and Ayleia.
"My, my, wasn't that interesting" the See'r told Alyeia as Paige and Drake stepped back into their appropriate places. "I wonder how your older sister managed to morph and conjure like that?" Was it that somehow the Angelic Prophecy was coming true before it's time?
In the attic Amanda stood at the full-length mirror admiring her new features while her mother stood at the podium, preparing to call out a chant from the book. Ally, Melinda, Austin and Glenda were all gathered around Amanda looking on in the same awe that Prue, Piper and Paige had.
"You outfit looks, pretty Mandy" Melinda offered innocently. Never taking her eyes off the mirror, Amanda smiled as she reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands. "It's because, I've got these great boobs to fill it out!"
You's gots boobs like Aunt Freebie!" Ally giggled amongst the laughter of the other girls. "Amanda looks all grown up Mommy!"
"Yes she does, and I'm going to fix that right now" Prue replied curtly finding the correct page in the book "Hear these words, hear my cry: Spirit from the other side, cross now the great divide!"
Prue stepped away from the book as angelic lights began to appear materializing into an apparitional, Penny.
The matriarch was quick to notice Prue's all too casual attire and spoke in a scolding tone, "Prudence, why aren't you dressed for Phoebe's memorial?. Really Darling I must say I'm surprised at your taste"
"I have a problem," Prue pointed towards the mirror, prompting Penny to turn around.
"Why who is this?" Penny smiled pleasantly as the other girls stepped out of the way leaving a clear path for Amanda.
"Hi Grams" Amanda said meekly tucking her hands behind her back.
"Grams? oh Dear" Penny turned back to Prue catching her nod.
"Amanda" Penny beamed stepping out her apparitional form to become solid. "Let me see you," Still smiling, Penny took a hold of Amanda's arms and hugged her tightly. "Why darling you are even more beautiful than I ever imagined you would be"
"Thank you, Grams" A rosy hue covered Amanda's cheeks causing them to become flush red.
Keeping an arm around Amanda Penny turned back to Prue, "now what is that you need from me Darling?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Penny pulled Amanda tighter too her, "Did you cast a spell or something?"
"No," Prue shook her head "and neither did they" she added referring to the Angelic Ones. "Amanda somehow aged ten years on her own during a demonic attack"
"A demonic attack? Oh Dear" Penny cheery tone suddenly changed as she pulled away from Amanda. "Perhaps then Amanda has inherited the powers of the mortal tracer, earlier than she was meant too"
"No Grams. Then that would mean that Andy would have to be-" Prue couldn't make herself say it. For Amanda to have aged so drastically with Andy's powers then her childhood sweetheart and beloved supernatural Inspector would have to be dead. "Mandela is the only one with the power to vanquish, Andy's angelic spirit. And she's gone. I vanquished her twice. She no longer exists on this plane"
Penny chose her words carefully as not to scare the girls. "Yes, I know that, but you have entertain the possibility that whichever demon took Andy could have transported him to another dimension, one where Mandela is a free and alive"
Picking up on her Grandmother's subtle hints, Amanda motioned for Ally to take the younger girls downstairs. The young witch waited until her sisters and cousins were clear from earshot.
"Wait a minute Grams are you saying that Dad is dead?"
"I'm merely stating a possibility," Penny returned with a sympathetic look." As a rule men don't last very long in this family."
"No there has to be some other magical explanation. Austin, becoming death, my transformation- " Andy was angelic; he wouldn't just die like Aunt Phoebe? He done that already and had been given life again. Amanda shook her head, glaring straight at her mother. "Mom? You know he's still alive don't you?"
"Of course, Sweetie" Prue hesitated, not really knowing what to think. Up to this point, she'd tried everything to contact Andy, scrying, the mind-to-mind, spell, tracing his orbs. The Tracer was nowhere to be found. Not even the Elder';s had him on radar.
"Dad is not DEAD!" Amanda blasted clenching her fists and forming blue orbs. Instinctively, she looked to the sky and disappeared in a flash. Like the Charmed Ones, Amanda's powers were connected to her emotions, emotions at the moment that were pretty intense.
"Nice going Grams!" Prue snapped slamming the book. "Amanda! Amanda! Get back here right now!"
"You won't get her back that way Dear." Penny replied knowing as she reached for a scrying crystal.
"Maybe she just orbed herself downstairs" Prue took off in jog for the stairs hoping that her daughter had orbed no farther than her own bedroom, but when Prue got there she found it was empty. "She must have went looking for Andy"
Chicago 1930
A sorceress by the name of Francis Nitty sat at Andy's bedside. In her hands she held an athame, laced with the tracer's blood from where she'd cut into the side of his face.
"Well?" Capone stood just few feet away, puffing on his cigar as usual, still curious about the new house guest that Death had brought to his door.
"He's definitely, an immortal like me but from what I can tell, he isn't immune to pain." Once again the sorceress dove the athame into Andy's flesh this time slicing open the palm of his hand. Together the mobster and witch watched as the semi-conscious tracer flinched violently. "In his time he is a warrior of great power, a power of which I suspect Death wanted to be rid of. If I am right his active powers are probably null and void here"
"Are you certain?" Capone pulled the cigar out his mouth long enough to form a smokey ring.
"As certain as my husband, is your right hand man" the sorceress pulled poliety to her feet and reached for a hand towel so that she could wipe the athame clean. "Call me when he awakes."
"Well it looks like we managed to pull this off pretty well" Paige commented watching as most of Phoebe's mourners were now up and about making small chit chat, and enjoying the hordervous that Piper had sent over from the club.
"You mean considering that all of Phoebe's friends are actually tramping all over her ashes?" Piper returned referring to the fact that the present scene at the manor was just an illusion and that behind the spell the remnants of the demonic attack still remained.
"Piper, we did the best we could" Paige voice sounded a bit wounded.
"I'm not saying we didn't Paige" Piper replied defensively. "It's just our damn lives, we can't even have two minutes of peace to say good-bye to our sister!" Tears once again gathered behind Piper's dark eyes reflecting the fact that they were red and swollen.
"Oh Honey" Paige held Piper tightly to her, "I'm sure that Phoebe understands"
"But what if she doesn't?" Piper sobbed, "what if she expected her sisters to find a way for her to be laid to rest without all hell breaking loose?" Both sisters continued to quietly cry clinging to one another until Leo stepped in to take Piper into his arms.
"Thanks" Paige whispered swiping at her eyes. It was then she noticed that Drake was going around picking up after their guests, juggling several plates and glasses. Trying to force a pleasant smile, Paige walked over to the table and began to help the demon.
"Here let me give you a hand with that. It's my job anyway"
"It's not a problem" Drake replied, "I rather enjoy being a waiter"
"And here I thought you were just another big bad demon" Paige said saucily leading him into the kitchen. "How is that you are here anyhow?" Like everyone else, Paige had never heard of Cole having any demonic friends. Demons and friends were just two terms that didn't seem to fit right together.
Drake carefully set the plates he'd been juggling in the sink and began to roll up his sleeves to wash them. I made a deal with a sorcerer to become human for a year with the stipulation that I only use my powers for good and not evil"
"Only a year?" Somehow that didn't seem quite fair Paige thought offering to dry and put away the dinnerware.
"It beats never having time to live at all" Drake plunged his hands into the soapy water and then began to hum a Broadway tune from the musical Les Mis.
"Very catchy tune" Paige smiled to herself as she gathered up the cups and began to place them back into the cupboard, stretching her arms he arms above her head. It was then she felt the sensation of hands crawling all over her with the combination of hot breath on her neck.
"Stop" Paige murmured drifting into almost sleepy haze. A glass fell from her hand alerting Drake.
"Pardon?" Drake was quick to notice that Paige looked frazzled and was breathing hard.
"Nothing" Paige whispered, holding a hand to her chest.
Drake's eyes beaded back and forth not seeing a thing. He then went back to singing which momentarily helped to calm Paige's nerves.
Paige opened her mouth to answer but her words were intercepted by a loud crash coming from the living room. "What the hell happened now?"