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A/N: I am so sorry for the delay. I am currently writing nineteen stories at the same time and trying to balance them out. I will try and have chapter 7 out sooner. I hope you like this chapter and that it was worth the wait. ENJOY!
Chapter 6:
"Blaise look at you, don't you look smashing," Narcissa beamed. Draco had finally managed to convince Lucius to allow Blaise to stay over at their Manor in San Francisco until they began their fifth year at Hogwarts. The only reason Lucius finally acceded was because Blaise Zabini was neutral in the war and didn't entertain gossipmongers.
"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy. I'm glad you and Lord Malfoy allowed me consent to stay over," Blaise politely kissed the palm of her hand like the perfect pureblood scion of the Zabini house he was educated to be, before brushing the remaining soot from his robes due to floo traveling.
Lucius and Severus were engaging about the political situation in Britain at the current moment between the light, grey and dark factions when they heard the screeching sounds of a tire halting on the brake against the asphalt. Snapping their gaze toward the Halliwell Manor, the two wizards gaped at the obscene scene they were bearing witness to; in their mutual they didn't notice a stunned Narcissa run over to join them, her eyes bulging in surprise.
Pandora Halliwell was dressed in a stunning yet slinky tight red dress that clung onto her curves and hugged her figure that reached mid-thigh, her olive skin radiated in contrast and her silver blonde hair was tied in a high-volume ponytail. She looked dazzling, however, her angelic features was scrunched up in unbelievable rage as she stormed out of a polished yellow Lamborghini Gallardo and slammed the door shut with an echoing bang, disturbing the silent night.
"Fuck you, Jordan! I'm done. It's over," Pandora snarled, storming past a handsome man with salt and pepper hair, sapphire blue eyes set in a rugged face with a hardened jaw, tanned skin and a Giorgio Armani suit. The man – Jordan, reached out and yanked her arm backward into his arms, "Baby, come on, I'm sorry, forgive me babe."
"Let GO of me!" Pandora screamed, uncaring that she could possibly wake up the neighbors and cause a scene. Lucius snarled, a growl rumbling in his throat and his fists were clenched; Severus and Narcissa knew that he was trying to hold himself back from blowing out into a full-on paternal rage.
"Babe, please forgive me. I cannot lose you," Jordan pleaded her, his face genuinely apologetic. Pandora focused upwards at the sky, and the two Malfoys and Severus could tell from the distance that she was trying to hold back tears that were threatening to consume her. "I've been shooting for my new film all day, Jordan. I'm the star of a new movie I worked my ass to get, because I'm that good, and you have the audacity to insult me in a crowded restaurant and call me a whore who slept with the director to achieve the part?! You're just lucky there were no reporters nearby, Jordan or my career could have been ruined."
There was a sobering silence in the air. The Malfoys and Severus could be seen gaping at the couple who were glaring at one another. Finally, Pandora shook her head, "Look Jordan, I'm just- it's been a long day. Goodnight."
Jordan stared at Pandora's retreating back desperately, "I'll call you tomorrow, Pandora, I'm not giving up on us."
"What a fool, such a slime calling her a whore, how dare he. Despicable man," Lucius spat, chugging the last remnants of Firewhiskey and hastily refilling his glass.
Narcissa scowled, "It's always the incredibly handsome men that end up being the heartbreakers and swines."
"Cissa," Lucius gasped, scandalized. Narcissa gave him a 'look who's talking' face before leaving them without another word. "Was it something I said, Severus?" Lucius asked bewilderly.
"Women," Severus shrugged as though it were the obvious answer to the age-old question.
***P4***
The next day, Pandora walked in on Piper and Prue gathered in the living room, conversing the pros and cons about some exercise video Piper had been trying to follow through. "Morning guys," Pandora mumbled, slumping tiredly on the couch.
"What's wrong with you, Pan?" Phoebe asked, entering the room with a box of Fruit Loops in her hand and sitting beside her. Pandora merely groaned and dipped a hand in the box before munching on the cereal.
"No seriously, your eyes are red and puffy. You cried yourself to sleep, didn't you? What happened?" Prue asked in concern.
"Jordan's a jerk. Remember I told you I received the role of the star of the new movie coming out, 'Cassandra'." Once she received three nods in unison, she carried on, "So Jordan takes me out for dinner at a five star restaurant to celebrate my getting the part," Pandora was beginning to get worked up as she recalled last night's events, "He asked me if the Director was an ass, because they usually are in showbiz. But when I told him that Mallory was awesome, he got all jealous and had the impudence to call me a whore, stating that Í traded sex to get the part."
"He didn't!" Piper gasped, eyes widening; Phoebe had a hand covering her mouth in shock and Prue's eyes narrowed into slits, her face red with rage.
"Oh, believe me, he did. I demanded he drop me back to the manor and he spent the whole car ride apologizing profusely. Ughh, I don't know. I like Jordan, a lot, but we've been dating a week and he's already acting like a jealous ass, I don't know girls …"Pandora drifted off, at a loss for words.
"Jordan is ten years older than you, Pan. You have to decide what you want and soon," Prue informed her softly.
Phoebe couldn't help but add in her two cents, "Tons of fun, lots of heat and no strings attached. That's what I want."
"Yeah, I tried that for years. Thought I'd give the serious gig a try, and till now it's a complete bust," Pandora retorted grimly.
"I know this may not sound very P.C., but I want romance. Long, slow kisses, late-night talks, candle lights," the whole time Piper spoke, her eyes were dazed staring at nothing in particular with a dreamy smile on her face. "I love love. I'd take what Prue has in a flat second," she concluded, snapping out of her reverie. Pandora and Phoebe desperately tried to quash their amused laughter.
"Hmm, but then you'd have to deal with the family secret, which isn't exactly normal now, is it," Prue rebutted cheekily.
Pandora shook her head, "Who cares. Andy is one hot piece of ass, and he's a detective. It doesn't get any better than that! It's a good thing I regard him as an older brother, otherwise I'd ask him to frisk me on a daily basis," she winked, prompting bouts of laughter from her older sisters.
***P4***
"Spit it out, Draco," Blaise finally snapped. The two fifteen year olds were walking by the streets near Malfoy Manor, firmly instructed by Narcissa not to stray too far from their view. He could already tell that the Malfoys harbored a secret and that Professor Snape was in on it, and he hoped his best friend would trust him.
Before Draco could respond however, the most gorgeous woman Blaise had ever seen bypassed them. Blaise gaped unattractively at her; she was dressed in a tight white jogging bra and shorts, but it was her hair and eyes that were strikingly familiar and he whipped around to face Draco, "You have a lot of explaining to do, Draco!"
And explain he did, by the time he finished enlightening his best friend about Pandora, her sisters, their Wiccan magic and his mother's nosiness, Pandora had finished her second lap around the neighborhood and Prue had arrived.
"Oh good, you two are just in time. Sockey has prepared tea," Narcissa beamed as the two boys sat on the terrace. Lucius sent Blaise a piercing gaze, "I assume everything would be kept between us, am I correct?"
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Blaise nodded hurriedly. Narcissa clapped her hand joyfully, "Good. Let us listen in to the sisters' agenda for today." Blaise raised a quizzical brow at Draco, who merely shook his head in a 'don't ask' gesture and shrugged for added effect.
"What are you doing, Piper?" Pandora's musical voice boomed in the terrace sounding amused and flabbergasted all at once.
"Uh, um well, you see –"Piper stuttered nervously, but before she could add another word in, Phoebe's distracted voice joined the other's, "Piper, I was wrong. The spell calls for cayenne pepper not black pepper … ooh. Did I say spell?" she backtracked nervously, "I-I meant recipe. We are so busted, aren't we?" she concluded with a defeated sigh.
"Damn straight," Pandora sounded highly amused. Prue on the other hand, didn't, "What spell are you casting?"
The five magicals' ears perked up; interested in this spell the Wiccan's were currently talking about.
Piper's voice was increasingly nervous when she spoke up. "I realized today that Phoebe may have stumbled onto something that actually makes sense."
"Now I'm worried," Prue sighed out, simultaneously Pandora let out a snort and said, "That's not something you hear every day."
"Hey!" Phoebe cried out, offended. Draco couldn't help but let out an unMalfoy snort of amusement.
"All the spells are in this book for a reason, right?" Piper's voice rose in altitude as she rambled onward. "And I think that this spell could be a harmless opportunity for us to test our powers, you know, really get a handle on them. I mean, why else would it say we can reverse it at any time? All I want is someone special in my life and this spell provides that exactly."
"Woah, wait, what?" Blaise gasped, astounded.
"Are they referring to what I think they're referring to?" Severus asked unsurely, just as Phoebe's voice boomed over him, "I can translate … basically; we're doing a spell to attract a lover."
"You have got to be kidding me," Prue and Pandora spoke in unison, incredulity clear in their tone.
"This is ridiculous. There has got to be a catch. A really, really ugly catch, guys," Pandora warned them.
"We were hoping you would join us, Pan," Piper's voice came out matter-of-factly.
"Woah, hold up, Piper. I've got a boyfriend. Jordan and I didn't exactly break up, and even if we did … I wouldn't trust some unknown spell. Love cannot be magically created you two," Pandora said aloofly.
"She's right. This spell they speak of resembles a love potion," Narcissa agreed, frowning in puzzlement at the operating of the spell.
Prue adamantly refused as well, "What Pan said. Besides, I have got enough complications in my life. You two are on your own."
"You know where to find us," Phoebe sang; two pairs of footsteps could be heard trudging up the stairs as Prue called out, "Be careful what you wish for."
"I so did not see this coming. Piper throwing caution to the wind is just not her style," Pandora spoke up in awe and disbelief. Prue made a sound of agreement and the two remaining sisters began talking about inconsequential issues.
"Wiccan witches are more powerful than us wand-wielders in their own way," Blaise piped up. He garnered four incredulous and baffled looks aimed his way. "My father knew a Wiccan witch around a decade ago, he told me they live through more danger than we do," Blaise clarified.
"And here I thought they were merely a joke; practitioners," Lucius scoffed, shaking his head at his arrogance and stupidity.
***P4***
The phone began to ring, interrupting Prue and Pandora mid-discussion of their boyfriend drama. Wondering who would call at this time, Prue went over to answer the phone, "Hello?" At that moment, Piper and Phoebe enthusiastically ran up to her asking if the phone call was for one of them. "This is Prue. Who's this? Um, I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
Pandora, Piper and Phoebe gazed at Prue in concern as her brows furrowed, frowns crowding their forehead. "Uh, oh, look, as I told the waitress I'm just not available. How did you get my number, my name?" she demanded. Prue suddenly blinked in shock, gaping at the phone, "Hello?"
"Who is it?" Piper asked.
Prue dropped the phone onto the table, glancing apprehensively at Piper and Phoebe, "That guy from Quake who sent me a drink. He asked me out."
"What guy?" Pandora approached them.
"Some guy in a wheelchair, don't know him," Prue answered, her eyes then narrowed at Phoebe as she went to grab her jacket from the coat hanger, "Um, hello. Missy May, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Quake, see if my spell worked. Want to join me?" Phoebe chirpily asked Piper.
"Pass," Piper said with a headshake.
***P4***
"Good morning, Draco, Blaise," Narcissa smiled, handing out their breakfast. Once again, the five occupants of Malfoy Manor were comfortably seated on the veranda, waiting for the Halliwells to wake up.
"Do you remember what mom used to say about monsters?" Prue's voice filled the silence in the air.
"Monsters?" Lucius quipped with a sneer. Narcissa glared at him to hush up, just as Pandora instantly answered in a monotone, "She said if we saw any monsters to tell them to go away, that they didn't exist."
"Always worked too," Piper chimed in.
"Yeah, well, not this time," Prue's voice shook slightly in worriment, garnering concerned looks from the wand-wielders, "He knew about mom. He knew what she told us and how did he know that? And what about the marks on my back. Piper, Pandora, they were there are now they've disappeared. I don't know how and I don't know why, but they were definitely there."
"That's highly unbelievable," Severus scoffed, shaking his head in utter disbelief.
"We said the same thing about warlocks … and we were proved wrong," Narcissa was quick to point out that little fact, garnering grim looks from the males. During their discussion, they missed half of the conversation, and zoned back in when a strange man's voice boomed over them.
"Morning."
"Uh, excuse me but who are you?" Prue snapped. Pandora sounded slightly out of breath, "Woah. Hello handsome." At the same time, Piper admiringly said, "Who cares."
Lucius snarled, his fists clenching under the table and Narcissa giggled in amusement.
"Hans, I found your t … shirt," Phoebe sounded sheepish, and the wand-wielders were assuming that the three sisters were currently gaping at her in shock.
"So. Mystery, handsome man is named Hans," Narcissa smirked, enjoying the envious glare Lucius was rashly throwing about in a very unMalfoy-like fashion.
"Was it in the hammock or –"Phoebe quickly interjected Hans, "It doesn't matter," she laughed breathlessly.
"Did he just say hammock?" they heard Pandora whisper just as the sound of snogging reverberated around them. Draco and Blaise's eyebrows rose lewdly while Lucius and Severus turned a slight pink color. Narcissa seemed to be enjoying this change of events the most out of them all.
A minute later, they were fortunate to witness Hans leaving the manor and Lucius growled loudly, leaving the table in fury when he noted Narcissa unabashedly gazing at him with awestruck eyes.
***P4***
Pandora stayed in all day at the Manor, memorizing her script for the movie. Unfortunately, the doorbell had been ringing off the hook all day with multiple flower deliveries. By the time Phoebe and Piper arrived at night, the house was overflowing with bouquets and Pandora was seething with rage.
"You know how hard it is to memorize a script when the door constantly rings with stupid flowers from your stupid fake admirers? I told you the spell would come around and bite you in the ass!" Pandora raged and ranted, causing Piper and Phoebe to recoil backwards. An angry Pandora Halliwell was the scariest sight they have ever seen, worse than warlocks at times.
"Sorry, sorry, we're going to reverse the spell," Piper apologized profusely.
"Wait, admirers, as in plural?" Phoebe gaped in shock.
Pandora lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow, her anger diminishing slightly, "You don't know?"
"No. I mean, they're definitely not from Hans," Phoebe responded, relief evident on her face when it was obvious the youngest Halliwell was beginning to calm down.
"What happened?" Piper asked curiously.
Phoebe groaned and sunk down into the couch, "He wouldn't leave me alone all night. He kept touching me. And practically every guy in the bar was hitting on me. Finally I couldn't take it anymore," she whined, "I ditched and left him at the club. So, how was your date?" she quickly changed the subject, eliciting a harsh snort from a still pissed of Pandora.
"Perfect," Piper snapped, "Everything was perfect. Even my faults were perfect," she said bitterly, looking dejected.
"And this is a bad thing?" Phoebe asked in confusion, trading a dumbfounded look with an equally confused Pandora.
"It wasn't real. Everything he said, everything he felt, it was because of the spell, not because of me."
"I told you so!" Pandora said in a singsong voice, staring smugly at an annoyed Piper. But Phoebe shook her head adamantly, and argued back, "Piper, you don't know that. Maybe he meant every word. Maybe if it wasn't for the spell he would've never had a chance to feel those things. Let alone say them."
"No, Phoebe. Love is a magic between two people that cannot be explained and cannot be conjured. What we did, it's just … it's not right. Pan was right. Happy, Pandora? You were right," Piper bellowed.
"Thank you," Pandora quipped, stretching her legs happily on the sofa as Kit jumped onto her lap. Multiple meowing could be heard and Pandora suppressed a snort as she stared out at the window were many cats could be seen trying to scratch their way inside.
"Hmm. Even our poor cat is in hell," Phoebe pouted before glaring at the window and yelling, "Go away horny Tom cats."
"Let's reverse the spell," Piper said firmly, and when Phoebe nodded in agreement, Pandora shouted out, "Hallelujah!"
The phone began ringing all of a sudden; Pandora made a beeline toward it, "Hello? Prue, where are you?"
"I'm, um, still at the office," Prue tiredly informed her, she sounded distressed and not her usual altogether self, "Look, I fell asleep and that man from my dream, he tried to kill me again."
"What?! Oh my God, Prue," Pandora gasped out, ignoring Piper and Phoebe's questioning expressions.
"Yeah. I don't understand why. All I know is I'm only safe if I stay awake. If I fall asleep, I'm dead," Prue said, quite bluntly too.
"You're joking, right. Okay, okay, look, how about one of us come and pick you up?" Pandora asked, rubbing a hand on her temple in exasperation, knowing that her stubborn sister wouldn't agree.
"No. I don't want to stay here another minute," Prue as expected, said, "Look, I want you to look in the Book of Shadows and see if you can find anything on this guy. He calls himself a 'Dream Sorcerer', ok?"
"Okay, you two. We got some big bad who fashions himself as the 'dream sorcerer' to look up on the Book. Let's move it, go, go, go," Pandora marched a bewildered Piper and Phoebe up the attic.
"Pan, what's going on?" Piper asked watching as Pandora began filing through the pages of the book, her face scrunched in concentration.
"Cliff notes version; uh, if Prue sleeps, she dies. Dream Sorcerer trying to kill her in her dreams and we have got to stop his paralyzed ass from murdering our sister because rejection doesn't sit well with him," Pandora blankly told them, her silver eyes hardening to resemble molasses.
However, the three Halliwells thumbed through every single page, back and front, and got nothing.
"I'm telling you, there's no Dream Sorcerer anywhere," Phoebe shouted out for the third time in aggravation.
Piper shook her head, firmly placed in denial, "That's impossible. The Book of Shadows has never let us down." Pandora continued riffling through the book for the fourth time while her big sisters argued their lack of discovery out. "Well, maybe he's not a demon. Maybe he's a mortal," Phoebe suggested. Pandora paused, her hand frozen as she was about to turn the page; Phoebe was on to something.
"Then he's got one hell of a power," Piper retorted with a humorless snort.
Pandora abruptly snapped the book shut, prompting both sisters to jump and stare at her enquiringly, "Pheebs made a decent point. Think about it, this guy shows up out of the blue, takes an interest in Prue, she rejects him and now he's haunting her dreams. He isn't anywhere in the book. Meaning, our ancestors never came across this so-called, Dream Sorcerer, OR he's a mortal and science is probably involved."
Piper was skeptical, but Phoebe pondered over Pandora's words, "Pandora's reasoning has its merits, Piper-"the phone suddenly rang, interrupting them from their brainstorming and the three Halliwells wasted no time in dashing downstairs, knowing it would be Prue.
Before Piper managed to grab the phone, Phoebe blurted, "Wait. What are we going to tell her? That we can't help her? That she can never go to sleep?"
"How about we ponder over that dilemma later and answer the phone before we don't have a sister to inform that she can never go to sleep," Pandora snapped, answering the phone in an instant and putting it on loud speaker.
***P4***
When Lucius, Severus, Draco and Blaise arrived at the veranda, they were met with a concerned and deeply worried Narcissa wringing her wrists, her tea all but forgotten.
"Cissa, whatever is the matter?" Lucius asked, fearing the worst.
"Oh, Lucius, it's horrible. Some 'Dream Sorcerer' is trying to kill Prue and her sisters have no lead," Narcissa wailed, grabbing on to Lucius's hand for support.
Draco couldn't help but snort, "Dream Sorcerer, mother?"
Severus smacked the back of Draco's head and sat by Lucius's side as Prue's voice blared around them sounding slightly crackled, "She's talking from the phone," he informed the others knowledgeably.
"Hey, did you, um, find anything?"
"No, we didn't but don't worry. You're not in this alone. Phoebe, Pandora and I will help you," Piper's worried voice surrounded the air.
Prue's shaky and tired voice came out next, "How can you help me when we don't know what he is?"
"Okay, we may have not found anything in the Book of Shadows, but we think he might be a mortal, and I think it's some science experiment," Pandora spoke up.
"Mortal?" Lucius scoffed. At the same time, Draco wonderingly asked, "Science experiment?"
"Later," Severus hissed as Narcissa shushed them all impatiently.
"The most important thing right now is getting you home safely," Piper's shaky voice said. On the other end, Prue made a sound of agreement, "Yeah. Ok. Um, look. Just keep talking. Don't let me fall asleep."
"Why wouldn't she want to fall asleep, mother?" Draco asked, and the other three looked at her as well, knowing she had been the only one listening in on the Halliwell Manor all day.
As Phoebe's voice yelled suggestions down the other end, Narcissa hurriedly informed them what happened, "Apparently this 'Dream Sorcerer' is invading Prue's dreams and trying to kill her in them. The sisters couldn't find anything pertaining this alleged sorcerer."
"How about we sing that road trip song we used to sing when we were little," Pandora suggested.
"Wait, isn't that the muggle Hans from this morning?" Blaise suddenly piped up, distracting them all from the next words of the sisters. Screams reverberated around them as they observed Hans banging angrily on the door, deeply yelling at the top of his lungs for Phoebe.
"Let me in. I have to see you."
"The spell backfired apparently," Narcissa aimlessly informed them.
"We can see that," Severus drawled out in an obvious tone. They witnessed Hans break open the door, and instinctively, Lucius, Severus, Draco and Blaise made to rise from their seat with all intents and purposes of going over to the Halliwell Manor.
"Hans please," Phoebe pleaded him desperately.
"Ever since I met you, I can't do anything. Eat, drink, sleep. All I can do is think about you," Hans voice boomed out, a mixture of anger and desperation.
"Oh Merlin, Prue," Narcissa breathed out sadly, as said tired voice blared out groggily, "Piper, Pandora, Phoebe?"
Pandora suddenly appeared in the doorway, and the wand-wielders could see her face morphed into pure unalderated rage as she pulled Phoebe aside and stalked over to Hans, "Are you fucking kidding me? This is private property buddy. Get out," she snarled, her hand outstretched and pointing to the door.
"I have to see Phoebe –"
"No! Phoebe will call you tomorrow, now get out," Pandora yelled, pushing Hans out, but he merely released himself from her hold, grabbed a flower vase and threw it at her.
"Merlin," Draco whispered, however five pairs of eyes widened in awe when Pandora raised both hands in a jabbing motion and a neon blue shield, radiating and crackling with energy appeared in front of her just as the vase impacted it, bouncing off and smashing onto the floor into pieces.
"He's picking another vase. He's gone berserk," Narcissa shrieked, both hands covering her mouth. But this time, the vase froze mid-air and the wand-wielders witnessed Piper use her power for the first time. Hans was frozen, resembling a statue, in the forgotten open doorway.
The dilemma Prue was in had been forgotten as the wand-wielders gaped at the two incredulous powers they witnessed from Pandora and Piper, respectively.
"This is the first I have witnessed with my very own eyes the power Wiccan witches possess running through their veins," Lucius gasped out; inwardly kicking himself for his previous skepticism.
"Incredible," Severus agreed, already storing the memory in his mind to show Dumbledore when he finally deemed them with his presence. It was true however, for the past few weeks, they have only heard the happenings through Narcissa's spell; this time, they managed to perceive their powers in person, and it was an unforgettable and mesmerizing moment for them. One they would not fail to recall any time soon.
"Next time I tell you NOT to do a spell half-cocked, listen to me," Pandora snarled, glaring at her shocked sisters. Suddenly, Phoebe's eyes disconnected rom the frozen Hans and gasped out in remembrance, "Prue!"
"Oh, Salazar, they left Prue on the other end of this telyphone," Narcissa gasped, yanking her golden hair slightly in worriment.
"Prue! Prue!" Pandora's voice yelled out frantically, "You guys, she's not there!"
"She's not answering," Phoebe sobbed.
"You don't think-"Narcissa couldn't say the words out loud, but Severus managed to, "Dead? I hope not," he grimaced.
"Merlin," was all Draco had been able to breathe out in repetition; none of them noticed the look of pure agony written on Lucius' flawless features, his blank, impassive mask all but forgotten.
***P4***
Not even an hour of worrying and frantic pacing later, the three Halliwell sisters received a call from the hospital, informing them that Prue had been in a car accident. In the meantime, Piper and Phoebe – who were practically bulldozed by a raging Pandora – reversed the dastardly and accursed spell and shoved a bewildered Hans out of the manor.
The three sisters made a rapid beeline to the reception where a lady could be seen, deeply immersed on the phone.
"Excuse me?" Piper snapped, uncaring for how harsh her tone currently was at the heavy situation. A passing doctor paused in their line of vision and calmly asked, "May I help you?"
Pandora took charge, used to situations such as these in showbiz, she was the only sister able to form a coherent sentence and converse politely. Stepping up, she flashed him a smile that appeared as a grimace and said, "You called us a while ago. Our sister, Prue Halliwell is here, something about a car accident."
The doctor suddenly smiled, his eyes flashing with recognition, and whether it was due to recognizing her as The Pandora Halliwell, or her sister's name, she didn't care. "Your sister is still in trauma one."
"Is she okay?" Phoebe blurted out, her hand squeezing Pandora's in a firm grip; all three Halliwells were expecting the worse.
"Well if you go to the waiting room, a doctor will be right with you," the doctor pleasantly informed them.
Pandora frowned in bafflement, uncaring how rude she sounded, she needed to know the situation of her older sister, "Aren't you a doctor?" But the doctor didn't seem to be insulted, on the contrary, he sounded amused, "I am. However, I'm not the doctor on your sister's case. Please, just wait in the waiting room and someone will be right with you. I'm Dr. Black, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Two hours later, Piper, Phoebe and Pandora were finally allowed admittance. Prue's surgery was a success, but unknown to the doctors, her life was still at risk as long as the elder Halliwell was still trapped in her subconscious.
They hurried over to stand by her side and gently began prodding her awake.
"We're here, Prue right beside you," Piper said, her hand dragging down Prue's hair gently.
"Can you hear us?" Phoebe worriedly asked, her eyes beseeching her two sisters, at a loss for what to do. Pandora leaned forward, her lips whispering a millimeter from Prue's ear, "Prue, you send that son of a bitch down to hell where he belongs. Don't let him win. You hear me? Fight him! You're strong, fight him!"
"Don't leave us," Phoebe added desperately.
"Use your power, Prue," Piper advised her; the three sisters knew that Prue could hear them. Somehow they knew – maybe it was their connection as sisters, or their recent connection as witches that brought them closer than they had ever been during childhood, but they knew Prue could hear them and that their words were having an immense impact in Prue's helpless predicament.
Suddenly, Prue's eyes snapped open, and they all sighed in relief as they witnessed the familiar blue orbs of their sister.
"Prue?" Piper cautiously asked.
"Are you okay?" Phoebe asked next.
Prue gave them a weak, yet reassuring nod, "Yeah, I'm okay."
"What about the …" Pandora trailed off. However, Prue had a genuine smile appear on her face, right before she closed her eyes, "He's gone."
***P4***
"Hello dears." The three sisters, their hands laden with flowers turned around, shocked to see that their neighbor, Narcissa Malfoy and two young boys who looked to be in their teens walk up to them with a bouquet in each of their hands.
Swallowing nervously, Pandora spoke up, "Mrs. Malfoy, hi." She had yet to tell her sisters about her suspicions of their new neighbors; of the man, Lucius being her father, even though she had no proof.
"We heard about your sister. We came by to offer you our condolences and hope she gets better," Narcissa beamed, eliciting smiles out of the weary sisters. They handed over the bouquets and bid them adieu. But before they left, Narcissa uttered, "I do hope we can assemble and have dinner or perhaps lunch. I look forward to becoming fast friends with you dears."
"Absolutely," Piper beamed.
"Thank you," Phoebe called out cheerfully while Pandora gave a small dip of acknowledgement and a strained smile. They then continued their trek to Prue's room and Phoebe sang, "Knock, knock."
"Please tell me you guys are here to pick me up," Prue groaned from her bed. Although she looked healthier, having finally been able to have a good rest, and there was a smile on her face, Prue's eyes shone with annoyance. Prue Halliwell hated being helpless and would rather move around than stay stuck in a hospital bed.
"Hi. No, Dr. Black said one more day. Just to be sure," Piper said, shooting a sly glance at Pandora. Prue's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Suppressing her laughter, Phoebe chimed in, "Yeah, and you know, it wouldn't kill you to get some rest."
"Okay, am I missing something?" Prue demanded.
"No," Pandora ground out; at the same time, Piper and Phoebe chanted, "Yes." Prue raised an eyebrow and glanced impatiently at her sisters. Pandora groaned and said, "Fine so, Connor offered to take me out for coffee after his shift, happy?"
"Connor?" Prue asked, a smile flittering on her face.
"She means, Dr. Black," came Phoebe's smug yet sly response.
"Ahh," Prue said in amusement, "I take it things didn't work out with Jordan?"
Pandora slumped on the seat by Prue's bedside, "My PR managed to do damage control over Jordan's remark, but she warned me that I should dump Jordan. Other than him being a risk to my growing career, he didn't exactly show respect as a boyfriend. So I ended it with him this morning."
"And she's possibly thinking of dating the eligible yet sexy Dr. Connor Black," Piper smirked.
"I think having a doctor on call would be helpful. You know, with us being the Charmed Ones and prone to many accidents," Phoebe quipped.
"Oh, shush you," Pandora laughed. Prue shook her head in amusement; Pandora always had men running after her, really. That girl would never experience a shortage of men … Prue couldn't even recall her baby sister ever being single for more than a week, a miracle if it were two.
Changing the subject, Prue asked the question she had been most curious of, "What happened with your little lust spell?"
"Oh, I made sure they reversed that spell alright," Pandora chirped, sending a death glare to both sheepish sisters at fault. "Yup, we reversed the spell last night under Pandora's scary watch," Phoebe obediently informed Prue.
"I called Jack and he didn't remember a thing," Piper added with a sigh, "And Phoebe called Hans –"
"And he didn't remember anything," Phoebe finished.
"So don't worry, everything is back to normal," Piper smiled convincingly.
"Good!" Prue and Pandora chanted. At that moment, Andy walked in carrying a red rose and takeaway, a wide smile on his face, "Afternoon, ladies. Surprise."
"Yes, it is," Prue genuinely smiled. She then stared at Phoebe knowingly, who rose her hands up in an 'I'm innocent' motion, "What are you looking at me for?" That action had Prue glare at Piper who sheepishly said, "Guilty. Come on, let's go."
Before the three sisters could leave, Dr. Black walked in dressed in regular clothes and his sexy face beamed at the sight of Pandora, "Pandora, hey. I just signed out of my shift. How about that coffee I promised you."
Pandora ignored the awe-struck looks from Prue, Piper and Phoebe as they blatantly checked the good doctor out. Pandora also ignored the protective glare Andy was throwing Connor as she grabbed his hand and yanked him down the hallway, calling out, "Bye sisters, Andy, see you later."
A/N: How did you like the latest chapter? For anyone that haven't watched Charmed TV show before; the Dream Sorcerer kills girls that reject him in their dreams. A waiter at Quake refused him after Prue did, Skye, and she died in her sleep, all her bones broken as though she were thrown off a building. The Dream Sorcerer: Berman, is in a wheelchair and he would enter dreams by a science experiment. Prue used her powers on him at the end and he died mid-experiment with all his bones crushed just like Skye did, when Andy and Morris were trying to wake him up before another woman could die.
On another note, I have a little surprise for you: a little spoiler; there will be another character from Harry Potter universe coming next chapter … can anyone guess who? ;)
R&R.
