Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.
Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way they can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.
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1x05 : Saved By The Spell.
Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital.
Chapter Two : Relive Those Days.
Henry Jr stood on the top of the Bridge smirked as Wyatt paced back and forth, muttering about his charge. Apparently the witch Wyatt was supposed to guide wasn't any ordinary witch. Jason Sheppard was apparently a witch originally from New Orleans and he had no intention being apart of the life down there - no one knew why, all the Elders said was he had to keep him safe. No problem. "But how am I supposed to protect him if I don't know what I'm protecting him from!?" Wyatt demanded, causing Henry to roll his eyes. "I mean, can't they give me some idea of what is so important about him, and why he needs to be protected."
"All charges are important," Henry Jr said, a smirk on his face while he did his best imitation of his mother - and by Wyatt's annoyed look, Henry would say he had done a pretty good job. Seeing Wyatt's scowl Henry sighed. "Come on dude, the Source has been laying low the past few days." He stated, "knock on wood, besides there is nothing to worry about. At least this charge is a dude, no worries about this one throwing himself at you," Henry Jr said, barely contain his laughter.
Wyatt frowned, he remembered the charge Henry was making reference too, then again, who wouldn't? She had been one of his first charges, and after Wyatt had saved her life Melissa Osmond had thought that she was madly in love with him - making her quite clingy. It was terrible. He had no intention of living through that again, and looking at Henry he sighed, they had all sworn not to mention that again.
"Unless of course," Henry began, bringing Wyatt out of his musings. "This Jason dude swings that way," he said, causing Wyatt to send him a withering glare. Shrugging, Henry smirked. "Hey, times have changed, Wy," he said simply, smirking at Wyatt's look of dread. "So, this guy is hot at least right? On a scale of one to ten, is he John Travolta good looking, or is he like George Clooney and gets better with age?" He asked, his face lighting up as Wyatt waved his hand, causing Henry to fall off the beam he was sitting on and fall on his rear. "No need to get your panties in a twist," he joked.
"Henry!" Wyatt warned.
Henry laughed as he pulled himself to his feet, "don't worry Wyatt, you have no worries of that." He stated, "you may have been a cute baby, but something went wrong over the years," he said simply. "So, when is your charge supposed to call you again?"
Wyatt shrugged, "apparently he is supposed to get into trouble sometime today, that being why I'm up here. So will you shut up? I'm listening for him, I don't know what's after him so it could be anything. Basically I'm doing protection until later, the Elders just want me to watch him until later."
"The Elders," Henry Jr said slowly. He still hadn't forgiven them for keeping the prophecy from them, sure Up There was in a mess for whatever reason - probably a faulty organising system, but that was no excuse. They had failed to tell them that there was a prophecy about them - and because of that the Source had had information they hadn't. Moreover, it wasn't set in stone, but maybe if they had had that information, they wouldn't have lost Kelsey. "So how are our non-friends doing? They making heads or tails with that prophecy yet?"
Wyatt sighed as he ran his finger through his hair, "I don't know," he said truthfully as he looked upwards - reading his cousin's mind. The Elders had kept something from them, and if they wanted to remain in their good favour, then they were doing an awful job of showing it . "They said if they found anything they would come down immediately."
Henry frowned, knowing that Wyatt wasn't saying something. "And what did you say?" He asked, raising his eyebrow when Wyatt sent him a smirk.
"I told them they had a week, and if they didn't have anything by then we wanted to take a look at it ourselves," Wyatt responded, causing Henry Jr to roll his eyes and smirk at his older cousin. "Come on, they're Elders. They're that narrowed minded that the answer could be right in front of them and they may not see it." Wyatt sighed, "they have their heads in the clouds," he said simply, looking at Henry as he began laughing. "Pun intended."
"Yeah, I agree," Henry sighed, and just as he said it blue and white orbs appeared on the bridge only to reveal a woman with short, medium blonde hair filtered with white from all the time she had spent up there. "Speak of the angels," Henry Jr said warily, causing Sandra to frown and look at him with a saddened face. "Why do I have a feeling this isn't about the prophecy?"
Sandra sighed when she realised she had both of their attention, "because it is not," she said simply, hearing Wyatt crack his knuckles she bowed her head slightly at him, "the terms you set will be honoured," she vowed. "But we still have six days," Sandra stated, raising an eyebrow. "But that is not why I am here."
Wyatt frowned, "is it my charge?" He asked, "because if it is, if he's in trouble, I don't know how I missed it. I've been listening for him, but he hasn't been in trouble yet, and he hasn't called out." He rambled.
"No," Sandra said, "I'm afraid we have a more important matter," seeing both of their eyes narrow, she cleared her throat. "I apologize, let me rephrase that. We have more immediate problems at hand," she stated. Seeing the two cousins nod she sighed and look at Wyatt, "studying medicine I am sure that you have heard of Saint Francis Memorial Hospital," Wyatt nodded. "Well, many recently there have been … unexplained occurrences there."
"And you think it is something supernatural," Henry Jr guessed.
Sandra nodded, "we don't know what the cause is, all we know is that enough has been happening for us to worry. If there is something going on there, whatever it is, it is risking exposing magic, and not only that it is terrorizing the hospital, more specifically - the children's ward." She said, sighing. "I regret sending you in blind, but whatever this is, it needs to be stopped."
"So you want us to check it out." Seeing Sandra nod, Henry sighed. "Fine, I'm game," he said, looking at Wyatt. "Want to go check it out?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Wyatt frowned. "What is it?"
"My charge," Wyatt said absently, "he's in trouble." He met eyes with Henry Jr, "I'll meet you there," he said, dissolving into orbs before anyone could acknowledge him - causing Henry to sigh. He had often heard people complain, stating that that was annoying, but he had never believed them until now. It must suck not being able to orb.
"Henry," Sandra said, pulling Henry Jr out of his musings as he looked over at the Elder, "I am sorry we don't have anything more for you to go on, but I wish you all luck," she said, bowing her head. "Blessed be," she said, orbing upwards from the bridge, causing Henry to sigh. This was definitely going to be a long day. He could see it already.
A five year old girl wearing a pink nightgown holding a worn out stuffed animal in her arms as she walked up the hallway in the Children's Ward, her thumb in her mouth as her other arm held onto the purple monkey. Frowning when she saw something moving, she headed towards the dark smoke and stared at it curiously as it once again took the shape of a young child.
"Hello."
The little girl took her thumb out of her mouth and smiled gently at the black silhouette, snuggling her face into the purple monkey as she smiled at it. "Hi," she responded, slightly hiding behind the monkey as she shyly talked to the shape. "My name is Alyssa," she said, her thumb going back into her mouth as she sat Indian style on the floor. "What's your name?"
"Alyssa, what are you doing down here?" A voice asked, and Alyssa turned around to see Dr. Gordon smiling at her, "honey you know you're not supposed to wander the halls like this," he said as he walked over and picked the young girl up into his arms. Turning around he smiled as he headed back towards her room. "Who were you talking to?"
"My friend."
Gr. Gordon furrowed his eyebrows, "your friend?" He asked, adding excitement into his voice. "Well Alyssa, what's your friend's name?" He asked, looking into the little girl's face. Seeing her shrug, he frowned. "What do you mean you don't know?"
"He left before he could tell me."
"Really?" He asked, gasping, sending the little girl into a fit of laughter. "Well, that wasn't very nice, was it?" Alyssa shook her head, "so, what does your friend look like?" He asked, "let me guess, it's a girl, she looks a lot like horse, only she has a horn on her head." Tilting his head to the side, Dr. Gordon smiled, "and her name is Princess Posy Puffball and she likes to eat carrots?" Seeing Alyssa shake her head furiously, he frowned. "No? Well, what does she look like then?"
"Dark."
"Dark?"
"Yes, dark." The voice called, causing Dr. Gordon to spin around. "And alone, what's the matter Doc? Did you forget about me? I didn't forget about you, I want to play a game," the voice sneered.
"What do you want?"
"You said you would help, and you've helped so many others. Why didn't you help me, I begged you to help me, but why didn't you!?" The voice demanded, sending a violent wind through the corridor, causing all the papers attached to the cork boards to fly off, leaving only a terrified little girl in the arms of a wide eyed doctor.
Emily rolled her eyes as Chris held her hand and dragged her - even though she had been protesting since they had arrived - behind him. Looking around, Emily took a deep breath and looked around as they traveled through the busy streets of downtown San Francisco, which was definitely a more artsy district, and Emily loved it. She knew she was going to a gallery, but she didn't know which one. And Chris didn't want her to know either, hence the reason he had orbed a few blocks away from his intended destination, he wanted it to be a complete surprise. So, knowing any resistance on her part wouldn't get her very far, Emily allowed Chris to drag her forward. "Chris," She whined as the maundered their way through the busy streets, "where are we going?"
Chris smirked and looked back at Emily, smiling at the blonde woman behind him who had an annoyed look on her face. "Nice to know I can still annoy you, wouldn't be much fun if I couldn't," he commented, laughing when a mock imitation of anger appeared on her face. "You know you love me," he teased. "I'm the baby brother you never had."
Emily sighed and looked up to the sky and shook her head, "and since I met you, I thank the lord everyday that I'm an only child," she said in all seriousness, as she stared at Chris. But looking at his pout, Emily managed to remain serious for all of about three seconds before her laughter burst from her mouth, sending a smirk to Chris' face. Emily didn't want to talk to anyone, not even Wyatt, since they had gotten back from the Underworld, but now he didn't care. All he wanted was to have her smile, which he was succeeding at. Lately Emily had cooped herself up in her apartment, and it was time to try and get the old Emily back - maybe then she would be ready to talk.
"You're just jealous that Wyatt has a cute brother and you don't," Chris pointed out, rolling his eyes at her as Emily rolled her brown eyes and reached up with her hand, stretching as far as she could, so she could ruffle Chris' hair affectionately. "Hey, Em!" He complained as he used his free hand to try and smooth out his hair. "Would you leave my hair alone?" Seeing Emily bump into someone, Chris smirked when the man muttered something about her being rude before he stalked away. "Be nice, Emily," he scolded. "Respect all elders," he said, his eyes drifting upwards, causing Emily to roll her eyes. "Besides, I brought you to have fun, not get injured."
"I'll have you know I can take care of myself," Emily retorted quickly, pulling her hand from Chris' hand and stomping away - heading in the general direction Chris had been leading her. "Jerk," She sent telepathically, causing Chris to chuckle as she headed off with her nose in the air, and she made it about five feet before colliding with someone, and she fell back with a squeak. Hearing a snort of laughter as she fell, Emily looked up as strong arms held her waist and she looked up and smiled sheepishly at Chris, "see, I'm perfectly fine," she said as Chris leaned his chin on her shoulder.
"What was that about taking care of yourself?" Chris teased, smirking as Emily flushed and scowled without looking at him. Letting her go, he pushed her ahead of him, "you walk ahead of me, Lord knows what trouble you'll get into if I'm not around you," he said simply. Taking a turn, Chris smiled as they stopped at the place he had been meaning to take her too, "here we are."
Emily blinked, "an art café?" She asked, looking at the sign in the door she smiled when she noted that there was a mini art gallery being showed there. She looked at Chris, "when did you find this?" She asked, she couldn't understand how Chris had managed to find the time to find it. Between demons, the Source, the prophecy, school and his general hectic life. She had to give him credit, if he could find a place like this, the guy knew how to manage his time.
"So, you want to check it out?" Chris asked, avoiding her question. He couldn't exactly tell her that in an alternate reality that he had been one of the leaders of the resistance, and this was one of the safe houses. A safe house she had set up, but seeing Emily walk in, a happy smile on her face, he smirked. His hunch had been right, the easiest way t get Emily to talk was to get her in a comfortable setting, and once they walked in, they were immediately welcomed by a warm atmosphere and Chris went and bought them drinks while Emily headed over to the empty table in the corner. "Café mocha," he said simply as he handed it to her, and he sat across from her with his coffee in hand. "So, you like it?" He asked, looking around as Emily curled up in her chair and took a small sip and nodded.
"How did you find this place?" She asked, looking around in awe.
"I just passed it one day," Chris said vaguely, trying in vain to get her off this particular topic. Looking at her, Chris took a breath and took a chance. "Emily, have you been okay the past few days? You've been quiet," he pointed out, when she didn't say anything. "What happened?" He asked cautiously, holding his breath when Emily glanced at him an unreadable expression before taking another sip from her drink.
"What do you mean, I've always been quiet!" She defended, causing Chris to snort. Frowning Emily nodded reluctantly, "okay I'm a chatterbox, but I guess," she smiled sadly and fidgeted with her mug. "I guess it's just my way of dealing," she said shrugged. "I mean, everyone has their own way of dealing with stuff like this, and this has always been mine."
Chris nodded, he could vaguely remember when her father had skipped town - Emily had closed off then for a while then too. "I know," he said simply, "and I know I don't know you that well, I mean, not as well as Wyatt or Kelsey did," he said softly. "But I can tell there is something up, you don't have to tell me what, but I'm here if you want to talk." He said, glancing around surreptitiously and lowered his voice. "I mean, what happened when you went back to your apartment that night?"
Emily looked away, she knew Kelsey had gotten into trouble for what she had done, so it wasn't like talking to Chris would make things worse, right? Sighing she looked down and began fidgeting with her cup again, and it was easy to see her eyes clouded with her inner turmoil. "Kelsey came to talk to me." She said simply, drawing Chris out of his thoughts, and looking at her he blinked, realising that he really had heard her whispered answer. "She came to me, I know she must have gotten into trouble for it, but she came to tell me it wasn't our fault." Emily chuckled, "and she told me to continue her legacy."
Chris raised an eyebrow, deciding not to judge Emily. It had been her choice to tell all of them this, so instead he took the humour route. "You mean the mean hot chocolate she used to make?"
Emily shook her head, "no, the one about picking up guys at the library," she deadpanned, causing Chris to laugh when he realised she was serious. Looking at Chris, she smiled sadly. "So, am I more for the hot guys, intelligent yummies or the star trek groupies?" She asked, seeing Chris laugh she nodded. "I know, that was the advice she gave me."
Chris smirked, "more like the type that goes after blondes," he muttered to himself, thinking about his brother. Emily and Wyatt were the perfect couple, and they didn't even know it. They complimented each other perfectly. Where Wyatt was weak - such as spells, Emily was strong. And when Emily was shy, Wyatt was confident. However they just didn't see this.
"What?" Emily asked, her forehead creasing into a frown when she missed what Chris had said.
Chris shook his head, "Nothing." He said simply, if Emily and Wyatt weren't ready to learn the truth, Chris would be patient. It was only a matter of time until the lights in their heads went off - and according to Prue all they needed was a little push. Chris sighed, that was what happened when you knew a half-cupid. Prue was insistent on finding a way to get them together, and because of that she was devising a plan to get that to happen. "So, Wyatt said you haven't talked to him yet, he's worried about you." Chris said simply, completely making that statement as straightforward as he possible could.
Emily sighed and the smile slipped from her face as it went serious. "I know, you all are," she narrowed her eyes, "I can see the future," she pointed out, causing Chris to nod. She had probably known he would bring her here sooner or later before he had known. "But, I'm not ready to talk about it yet."
"That's alright," Chris assured, reaching over and patting her shoulder, "but Emily, you know, maybe you should talk to somebody about the way you're feeling. Somebody better than me. I mean, knowing me, I'll just add more stress and you really don't need that. Or worse, I'll piss you off and annoy you until you're at the brink of insanity," Chris paused, "wait, you're already there."
Emily laughed slightly, smacking Chris on the arm. "When I'm ready, I promise I'll go to you or Wyatt first thing," she said, crossing an X over her heart. "So, when are you going to come to one of us to talk?" She asked, causing Chris to frown. They all knew he was hiding something - and granted it was a big something - but they were all fishing. Why couldn't they just accept he couldn't tell them. He wouldn't cause them that pain. "Chris," Emily said softly, pulling Chris out of his mental tirade. "If you don't want to come one of us, that's fine, you have your parents." No, Chris thought immediately. "Your aunts." No, Chris disagreed, they had all gone through enough when he faded away in his father's arms. "Hell, you have countless people you could go too, it don't have to be one of us, but you need to talk to someone, okay?" Seeing Chris nod, Emily Smirked as she looked at Chris - more like studied him. "You know, my mom always said you and Wyatt were a bad influences on me," she said, her gaze flickering downwards as she changed the subject. Whatever was going on with Chris, he didn't want to talk about it - at least not to her, and she wasn't ready to talk yet. So, might as well change the subject.
"What?" Chris asked in monotone, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Oh that's what she said," Emily stated. "She said I couldn't have found a nicer group to be friends with, but apparently you all go hand in hand with trouble," she said. "And apparently I wasn't half as sarcastic or half as much as a smart ass before I met your family," Emily said, smirking as she leaned forward and rested her chin in her palm.
"And here I was thinking your mother loved us!"
"She does," Emily assured as Chris' phone began ringing, "who is it?" She asked as Chris reached down and picked up the phone, smiling apologetically he flipped it open and spoke into the phone. She couldn't help it, she was naturally nosey and curious - one of the reasons Henry used to call her 'Kitty' when he was a kid, something about curiousity had killed the cat, so she was lucky she wasn't a feline.
"Henry, what is it?" Chris asked, shooing Emily away as she leaned over and tried to listen.
"The Elders want us to check something out, meet me at the bridge? Henry Jr asked from the other side of the phone, causing Chris to frown. "Something about something going on at a hospital, Wyatt's going to help too, he just had to go check on his charge first." Henry stated, "and I can't get a hold of Emily, do you know where she is?"
"What's going on?" Emily whispered.
"I'm on the phone," Chris hissed at Emily, "yeah, she's here with me." He said into the phone, rolling his eyes when Emily frowned once more and began playing with her mug as she stared off into space again. "We'll be there as soon as we can." He said as he hung up, "come on," he said holding out his hand.
Following Chris out of the café Emily raised an eyebrow as they walked into an empty alley, "I thought this cosmic taxi wasn't free?" She asked holding his hand, smirking as she recited the saying that Chris often used when she or Prue - or anyone without their own method of magical transportation asked for a lift.
"There is always an exception," Chris shrugged as they disappeared into white and blue orbs.
Prue gasped as another demon fires an energy ball, "this really sucks," she whined as she dived for the ground, frowning as she brushed her sweaty bangs out of her face. "I only had a shower a few hours ago," she whined again, rolling over and sitting up and redirecting an energy ball back at its owner in one swift movement. Seeing the demon combust, Prue sighed and pulled a notepad and pen out of the purse she was carrying. "That demon down," she said slowly, crossing his name off her list before climbing to her feet. Skimming through her list, Prue nodded, "that leaves the carver demons," she said, and as if on cue three demons shimmered in - their bodies covered in metal armour that seemed to be an exoskeleton. "Right on time," Prue mused.
Sighing, Prue ducked as the demons threw an Athame at her, well that was what it had appeared to be upon inspection. Frowning as it flew above her, Prue used her telekinesis to draw it to her and frowned upon inspecting it. Its structure was similar to the demon's skin, except at one end there was a long, sharp gagger. Nodding, Prue looked up as the demons spread their arms out and hissed at her. "Can we get this over with?" Prue asked, smirking when the demons gave each other a confused look before charging at her.
Waving her hand, Prue sent sand into the first demon's eyes as she turned on her heel and went to kick him, but the other two demons shimmered in behind her and grabbed her arms - holding her in an iron grip. Damn it, she mentally cursed, should have saw that one coming. Struggling against their hold, Prue spat at the demon advancing on her. "Wow, pretty bad you got to get your pals here to hold me down for you," she sneered. "Can't get any yourself?" She asked, biting her lip when the demon clawed at her arm and drew blood. "Oh, how painful!" She muttered sarcastically, and as soon as she said the words it only took a split second for the demons hand to meet the side of her face.
Licking her tongue out to lick her tongue, Prue scrunched up her face when she tasted the familiar copper taste and took a deep breath to will away the pain. He cheek felt like it was on fire, she knew she should call out for one of her friends - hell if she was smart that was what she would do. It was common sense, but then, she was always accused of being book smart and having no common sense at all. I'm not calling them, she decided. She had brought this upon herself, besides calling them would only get them into trouble. This was her mess.
Prue's thoughts were interrupted as the other demons let her arms go, but before she could process was what happening the demon she had insulted - a not so smart move on her part - grabbed her by the throat and threw her across the room, causing Prue to become dazed as she pulled herself up. "Ever hear of treating people the way you want to be treated?" She asked sarcastically, frowning when she waved her arms and the demons slowed down for a few seconds before advancing on her again. "Not good," she said, frowning when they began cornering her.
Sighing, Prue looked around but saw no way her to escape. "Damn I wish I could orb," she said simply, frowning. She was out of transportation potions, meaning the only way for her to get out of this was to call someone for a lift - something she really didn't want to do. But seeing the demons, Prue's mind began processing as she decided her health was more important that her dignity and pride.
Okay, her options. Her aunt Paige was out, despite being the laid back aunt, news like this would find a way to get back to her mother. Not the outcome she wanted, that also meant her father was out too. Henry and Wyatt were out because they were overprotective and overbearing on a good day - them finding out about this would not make this a good day. Chris? Prue tilted her head to the side, there was a chance he would come, but he had said he would be busy. So, who did that leave?
Growling at the thought, Prue sighed. He was her only choice. "CALEB!" She yelled, backing away from the demons, only to sigh in relief when the air in front of her rippled before he formed in front of her, a frown on his face. Oh, this was not the place of time for this. "Get me out of here!" She said hurriedly.
"It's about time you called me!" Caleb stated, narrowing his eyes. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for what? A week now, we need to talk!" He said pointedly, "are you even listening to me?" He asked, noticing Prue's eyes were focused on something over his shoulder. "If you're not going to say anything, why did you bother to call me?" He asked.
"Duck!" Prue shouted, pulling the half demon down with her when she saw another dagger flying her way, smiling tightly at Caleb she sighed. "Fine, we will talk, but can we do it somewhere where demons aren't trying to kill me?" She asked, grabbing hold of her hand.
Frowning, Caleb looked into Prue's eyes and nodded, shimmering them both out before the dagger flying their way could hit its intended victim - him. But they would talk, after witnessing this, they had plenty to talk about. And he wasn't letting Prue avoid it any longer, he had given Prue her space, but not anymore.
Author's Note : There, okay I know, I know. A lot of you were wanting an Emily and Wyatt moment, but I wanted to show Chris and Emily's relationship. Well, I've done that before, but even now they're still good friends and love each other - in a brother/sister way, don't worry. So, whatever is happening at the hospitals have the Elders worried, but when aren't the Elders worried? And Caleb and Prue are going to talk ... who wants them to work this out and be together? Please review.