I've Got You Under My Skin

'I will kill you,' Milton cried towards the woman. He chased her through the jungle. He threw a potion towards her. She turned and looked at him just before it hit her, 'you just have to be the hero, don't you?' The bottle clunked against her forehead and fell off. No exploding, no ash, no flames. The woman just dropped to the ground and a trickle of blood fell from her head.

Milton woke in a sweat. He calmed his breathing and flopped back into the bed. Waking made him tired. Leaving the safety of his room each morning was a worry. Every conversation he had with a Halliwell was like a trial. He buried his face in his pillow and thought about New Jersey. He thought about his house and the bowling, about sharing a beer with Harvey and a bed with Jennifer. He thought about his job, so boring, so simple; the satisfaction when the computer finally buzzed to life. He looked at the phone on his bedside table and punched in a number.

'Hello?' It was Jennifer. Milton gasped. He didn't expect her to still be there. He thought she would have gone, the house would be cleared out. He'd imagined demons stalking around the white rooms. But now it was just her, his wife.

He hung up.

Leo looked at Sebastian inquisitively.

'Tyler was not wrong. Wyatt needed to sacrifice himself to end the Dark Son's reign.' Sebastian said without looking up from The Book Of Shadows.

'What are you looking for?' Leo asked.

'Guinevere.' Leo frowned. 'I am suprised you have not done anything about her yourself.' Sebastian added.

Leo shrugged, 'I think that kind of decision needs to be left up to Wyatt.'

'He doesn't even realise he has a decision to make.' Sebastian looked at the book intently. 'It seems to me, this is a job for the sisters.' His gold teeth flashed.

Milton stroked his wife's cheek, 'goddamn, you're beautiful, Mrs Diggory.' She smiled. He stood up from the table and picked up their empty plates, 'you know, I was watching this old TV progamme this morning. 'Bewitched' I think it was called.'

Jennifer shifted awkwardly. 'I've never heard of it.'

'No, well, it was made in the 1950s. That's not far off a hundred years ago.' He grinned. 'It was so dated. Samantha, she's a witch, and she's married to this absolute jerk. And it's considered entertainment. You're supposed to laugh. I don't ever want to be like that.'

'Married to a witch?' Jennifer smiled.

'No, a jerk. He's just... he's afraid of his own wife, always trying to keep her in check. The guy's a moron.'

Jennifer wrapped her arms around Milton, 'well, you're not like that. I know, you love me just the way I am.'

He pecked his wife on the cheek and wondered through to the kitchen, 'too right.'

The door to the Diggory household blew open. Piper Halliwell stormed through.

'Piper, what are you doing?' Leo asked, concerned.

'Leo!' Piper was suprised. 'What are you doing here?'

Paige orbed into the house, bringing Phoebe with her. 'Piper, wait for us.' She turned around, 'Henry?'

'Oh.' Piper's voice dropped and she flicked her hands towards her husband. He sparked but didn't explode.

'Oh.' Paige realised what was going on.

Phoebe pulled out a piece of paper, 'here. I have the power of three spell.'

Milton walked downstairs in the Halliwell Manor. It was quiet. He wondered where everybody was. He looked walked into the livingroom. Chris was sat on his own.

'Where is everybody?'

'Tyler, Dad and Melinda are at magic school.' He said lazily, 'Mum and the sisters have gone to vanquish Guinevere.' Chris had promised not to tell Wyatt but he was testing him. He wanted to know where his loyalties lay but he did not expect what followed. Without a word, Milton dissappeared in a shower of lights.

Milton appeared in his own livingroom, intent on saving Jennifer. He was so determined, the orb only seemed natural. He looked and saw the sisters crowded round a piece of paper. Opposite them was a snake-like woman, covered in black scales.

'Wyatt?' Piper looked at her son, seeking confirmation on what she was about to do.

Milton collapsed on a chair. He nodded. 'Go ahead. That's not my wife.'