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 Three : Reckless Endangerment
Emily sighed and wrapped her arms around her body as Chris, Henry, and she walked through the hospital. Seeing a young woman, about thirty, sitting in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, Emily sighed again when she noticed the silent tears as the woman rested her head on a man's shoulder. This was why she hated hospitals - it was a place filled with death, and in all honesty just being near one made her depressed. "Are the Elders sure there is something going on here?" She asked, a hint of a whine in her voice. "I mean, we have more pressing matters, don't they think? I mean, a person that thinks he is an all powerful tyrant known as the Source who is aiming to kill us, I think other things pale in comparison, doesn't it? Or is that just me?"
Henry Jr rolled his eyes, "yes we are aware of the Source's evil plan," he hissed back at her, pausing in his strides to give Emily a scathing look. "But until we get the prophecy from the Elders there isn't much we can do, so the least we can do is check if there is anything going on here." He snapped, but seeing Emily sigh, Henry nodded as he began walking again. "Right, I forgot you're the undiagnosed victim of Nosocomephobia."
Emily rolled her eyes as she rubbed her sweaty palms together, "I do not have an extreme fear of hospitals," she snapped, rolling her eyes when Chris and Henry turned to look at her with raised eyebrows. "I don't," she insisted, "I just have a strong dislike for them," she defended. Sighing, Emily pushed them forward, "so, since we don't know what or if anything is going on, what are we looking for?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. How were you supposed to look for something when you didn't know what you were looking for?
Chris frowned and looked at Emily, the woman had a point there, he admitted as his eyes strayed to an elder woman who was thumbing through an issue of Seventeen magazine, and there was no doubt in his mind that she didn't even know what she was looking at. "We snoop," he said simply, looking at Henry Jr. "The Elders said that the Children's ward was where the 'supernatural activity' was happening, right?" He asked, frowning when he saw a tired-looking surgeon head over to the couple that Emily had been previously eyeing, and by the look in his eyes, Chris knew the news he carried couldn't be good. Emily was right, hospitals suck.
"Yeah," Henry said, the couple catching his attention too when the woman broke down into another set of sobs as the man put his arm around her and the surgeon walked away. "Apparently there is something haunting," he said, using the term loosely, "that floor." He frowned in thought, "maybe there will be someone up there willing to talk to us, after all, some of the people that work here are the ones that are claiming to have seen something."
Emily ran her fingers through her hair, "has anyone stopped to think that maybe, just maybe that with the shortage of nurses and doctors, that the ones pulling double shifts are seeing things as a result of stress?" She asked, looking around the hospital. She could already feel the somewhat happy façade she had been putting up fading just standing in the hospital. She really didn't want to go to the children's ward, she had had enough time there when she had gotten her tonsils out.
"That's what the presses think," Chris admitted.
"Maybe they're on to something!"
Henry Jr rolled his eyes as he gripped on of Emily's arms as Chris held the others, "or maybe they just aren't as educated in the supernatural as we are," he argued as the two cousins led the psychic to the elevator.
"Or maybe the people working here are cuckoo!"
"Emily," Chris warned as he pressed the button with his thumb as they waited for the elevator to open. "How about we check it out, and then if we don't find anything we tell the elders that, and tell them to stop stalling and get a move on with the prophecy." He bargained, smirking as he seen Emily try and find another route to argue from - knowing full well that his logic was flawless.
Sighing in defeat, Emily dropped her shoulders and frowned. "And if we do find something?" She asked, not really sure if she wanted to know the answer, and hearing the ding that indicated the elevator was opening was not helping the growing bad feeling in her stomach. She really didn't want to be here, damn Chris for dragging her out of her apartment. Okay, she knew hiding from the world in her shoebox apartment wasn't healthy, but she left it to go to school - so it wasn't like she was never getting sun, but she hated hospitals. She couldn't help it.
"Then we have some supernatural ass kicking to do," Henry Jr answered, pushing Emily into the elevator, smirking when he heard Emily's squeak of surprise. "Besides, it wasn't like you had any plans today," he said as he and Chris walked into the elevator and Chris pressed the button to the fourth floor.
"How do you know that?" Emily challenged.
"Because you hardly ever leave your apartment anymore," Chris commented, leaning against the cold railing that went around the elevator. And it was true, Emily hardly left her apartment since they had fought the Source, and he couldn't blame her. With his memories and the Source, a part of him wanted to hide from the world, but that wasn't who he was, he had never been that person. If he had been, well Wyatt would probably still be an evil dictator. Emily not leaving her apartment was one of the reasons he had went to get her earlier, the other being that she wasn't dealing, nor was she talking to anyone - not even Wyatt.
"I went out with you today!" Emily pointed out petulantly, sounding more like a child that wasn't getting her way instead of the twenty-four year old going on twenty-five that she was.
"Because I asked you to," Chris said, looking at her with caring eyes, all the while smirking at Emily as she sent him a withering glare - one that could effectively freeze hell over in his opinion. Something that almost brought a smile to his face, it showed him that Emily was still in there. Just like in the other time line there were times he had been able to see glimpses of the old Wyatt before he went all 'evil ruler' on him. Chris paused that line of thought there, comparing Emily to an evil dictator, not exactly the best comparison. "Okay, can you honestly say you would have left if I hadn't come and got you?" He asked, looking up at the glowing red numbers as 2 went to 3.
"I might have."
"Sure, Em," Henry Jr said, smirking when the red numbers flashed, showing off the number four. "All people getting off at the Children' Ward, we have arrived at your stop," he said simply, nudging Emily in the side. "Come on, the sooner we check it out, the sooner we can leave."
"I hate you both," Emily snapped as she walked out of the elevator, shaking her head at the cousins who were, without a doubt, snickering and smirking behind her as she walked away. She knew they were.
"The feeling is mutual," Chris teased as he and Henry Jr shook their heads and headed out of the elevator - neither of them noticing the cloud of black smoke following them out of the elevator, only to evaporate when the doors closed. Pausing, Chris frowned as the hairs on his neck went on end and he looked at Henry, "did you sense that?" He asked, looking to the other person who had white lighter inheritance.
"Sense what?" Henry Jr asked, looking at Chris, a frown marring his features as he looked around and opened his senses to what was around him, but not sensing anything he looked at Chris and shook his head. "I don't sense anything."
Nodding slowly, Chris looked around once more, his eyes staying on the elevator as it descended and he sighed. "Never mind," he said, taking a deep breath. "It must have been nothing," he said, heading off after Emily with Henry Jr right behind him. That's what you want to think, his conscience told him, causing Chris to mentally groan. Now was not the time for him to be hearing voices. One wrong move and they'd be taking him out of the children's ward and bringing him over to the mental ward - not something he was fond of. That being one of the reasons he hadn't told anyone about his memories yet, they would surely bring him to the mental institution. But maybe Emily was right, maybe he did need to talk to somebody, but who?
Caleb frowned as he wrapped another layer of bandage around Prue's wound as she flipped through the book. "This is just a thought," he said, inspecting the bandaged wound. "But I do believe you have three people in your family with the ability to heal, so why aren't we going to them?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Prue sent him a withering glare before turning her attention to the book. "Prue," he said softly, "how long as these mass demon vanquishes been going on?" He demanded, but in a soft voice - much like himself, Prue didn't respond well to being cornered, or scolded. Not getting an answer, Caleb let out a frustrated breath, "I've had better conversations with a wall," he commented as Prue flipped the page.
Rolling her eyes, Prue looked at her wound and gingerly inspected it and sighed. "Thank you," she said softly, meeting Caleb's eyes before looking back at the book. "And they haven't been going on to long," she said simply, "just since Kel-" Prue trailed off before she could finish the name of their deceased friend. Clearing her throat, Prue's face took on a overconfident look once again. "Besides, I could have handled it."
Caleb leaned back and raised an eyebrow, "could have handled it," he repeated. He shook his head as Prue walked away from the book and began pacing. "Could have handled it she says," he commented as he began flipping through the book. Glancing up at her, he sighed. "And what if there had been more of them?" He demanded, his temper seeping through a little bit. Of all the stupid things, Prue had gone to the Underworld alone. Every other time she had taken Chris with her at least - or at least she used to, but now? He didn't even know how to deal with Prue.
"I would have handled them!" Prue defended as she paced back and forth, sending Caleb a look as she paced back and forth in the Wyatt and Chris' apartment - one of the perks of having a cloned version of the book, she was just lucky neither of the brothers had been home. Back and forth. Around and around. She knew those demons knew something. And she intended on finding out what, they were more powerful which mean they were higher on the food chain - which all meant they were closer to the Source. Prue Halliwell had a new meaning in life, finding out the Source's weakness and then killing him. It had become her obsession, her fixation.
Caleb snorted, "right," he said, his eyes drifting to her bandaged arm. "Because you seemed to have handled a half dozen so well," he bit out sarcastically. "Prue," he exclaimed, seeing she wasn't listening to him. "You could have been hurt," he said simply. The family couldn't go through this, it was bad enough they all lost a friend and were grieving her, but the way Prue was handling it, it wasn't right.
"Hey," Prue snapped, "I was doing just fine until you got there," she accused. "I don't need your help Caleb, I know you're part demon and you feel as though you have to earn your right to be good and you get off on the whole greater good thing and want to help anyone, but back. The. Hell. Off." She said, emphasizing each word as she narrowed her eyes at her friend - or at least, she thought he still was. Since their … slip-up that night at the bar that was caused by alcohol, Prue really didn't know where Caleb fit to in her life - or if he fit at all.
Caleb rolled his eyes in exasperation, "well maybe," he said angrily. "If you took someone along, or at least let someone know where you were going and what you were up to, you would have had someone there to help out to start with!" He shouted in frustration, throwing his hands up. "Or maybe," he bit out sarcastically, "I wouldn't have shimmered on in during the middle of things, you ever think about that Prue?!"
Raising her voice to reach Caleb's, Prue shouted back. She was letting out all of the frustration she had been feeling since their kiss. "Well maybe," she said sarcastically, "if you minded your own business and left me the hell alone things like this wouldn't happen," she pointed out. "I'm a big girl Caleb, I am more than capable of handling a few demons, and it wasn't to long ago you were in the Underworld hunting demons," she accused.
"I wasn't alone," Caleb snapped, slamming his fist down on the book. "And you're not healed," he pointed out - not really wanting to argue with Prue, but it was time he got through to her. "You need to get that healed Prue."
Frowning, Prue looked at her wound, an annoyed expression still on her face. "Not right away," she admitted, peeling off the bandage to look at her wound. And to tell the truth, now that Caleb had cleaned it, it looked like nothing more than a scrape. A really, really bad scrape- but it could have been worst. Patting her arm so the Band-Aid went back into place. She shrugged. "All better," she said in a childish voice, resuming her pacing. "Find anything yet?"
But Caleb wasn't letting it go that easy, "Prue, you're tired," he pointed out through clenched teeth. "And I understand how you're feeling, we all feel the same way. We all want revenge, but barging in everywhere unprepared for what you're going up against is not the answer." Seeing Prue stop pacing and look down, he continued. "You can't keep pushing yourself like this, this wound wasn't as bad as it could have been. But what about next time, Ladybug? Maybe next time it will be that bad and you wont heal, or maybe you'll heal to late." He pointed out, watching Prue intently who was still ignoring him. "Prue-"
"So, about my demons," Prue interrupted loudly, walking over to the book and placing her hands on the book and glancing down at the page. "You find them yet my little walking and talking demon of knowledge," she said as calmly as she could manage. Trying in vain - thought failing miserably - to get Caleb off the topic. "Come on Cal, what you got for me?"
Caleb narrowed his eyes and looked pointedly at Prue, "don't call me that," he warned. Very few, very few people got away with calling him Cal - his father since it was his pet name for him, and even Prue, but at the moment he wasn't in the mood.
"Fine," Prue relented, "Caleb," she said simply. "What did you find, Caleb?" She asked.
Sighing Caleb shrugged and pointed at the entry in the book. "Lexic demon," he said slowly. "A powerful demon that can usually be found working for a higher level demon," Caleb tilted his head to the side. "And by the way the Underworld is organizing I would say he's working under the Source's orders."
Prue rolled her eyes slowly, as if what Caleb performing some slow form of torture. "I read all of this," she whined. "That was why I went after them in the first place, I thought they were working for the Source, meaning they may know something!"
Caleb rolled his eyes, and ignored Prue as he continued reading. "They are often not recognized in the Underworld," Caleb paused, "did you read this?" He asked sarcastically. "Though they not highly known, their razor sharp fingers and highly powered energy balls that are formed by slowly draining power from their intended victims, and because of this they are exceedingly dangerous and should not be underestimated." He looked at Prue, "you sure you read this? Because 'should not be underestimated,' doesn't that sound like what you did?"
"Stop harping Caleb," Prue said as she walked over to a cabinet filled with pre-made potions and grabbed a few of the strongest and two teleporting ones. Standing back up, she looked at Caleb. "Thanks for all the help Caleb," she said sincerely. "Don't follow me," she said as she threw the potion at her feet and went up into a puff of blue smoke, leaving Caleb alone in the attic when the smoke cleared.
Sighing, Caleb shook his head. "Prue," he muttered to himself, "what is it going to take to get through to you?" He wondered out loud before looked to the Book and lifted the cover of it slowly before watching as it slammed shut, then with a sigh Caleb placed the book back in its cupboard, and then left the apartment with a mission in mind. He wouldn't involve the others yet, but if he couldn't get through to Prue - then he was enlisting the help of her family.
Just as he was about to shimmer out, Caleb frowned when he heard his cell phone ring. "hello? How may I direct your bloody call?" He asked, rocking back and forth on his heels as he glanced at the clock. The last thing he needed was for Chris or Wyatt to show up with him in the middle of their apartment, although they probably wouldn't care. They would probably shrug it off as him raiding their fridge, which Caleb wouldn't doubt. I had happened before, and most likely it would happen again.
"Hey Caleb," Chris' voice rang out from the other end of the phone, causing Caleb to frown as he absently looked to the door, half expecting Chris to orb in out of nowhere. "Can you meet me, Hen, and Em at my apartment?" He asked.
Caleb chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, "sure." He agreed, a smug smile on his face. "Why exactly though?" He asked, dreading the idea of demon activity. He couldn't deal with anymore demon activity, not now, not ever actually.
"Apparently there is some supernatural activity going on at a hospital," Chris let out a huff on the other end. "The three of us already checked it out, and Emily's theory of the doctors being insane didn't pan out," he said in all seriousness, causing Caleb to snort. "We don't know what it is, but after talking to some people it's something we should check out."
"Okay then, are you guys heading over to your apartment now?"
"Shortly, but can you do us a favour and track down Prue?"
Again!? Caleb's mind groaned, but on the outside he nodded and ignored his thoughts. "Yeah, I can hunt her down. But, um, what about Wyatt?" Caleb asked, tilting his head to the side, "is he with you?" That confused Caleb, it wasn't normal for Wyatt to miss out on a vanquish, or even a possible vanquish, and also it wasn't like Wyatt to be detached from Emily's hip.
"No, he got a new charge, but he's supposed to meet up with us later."
Sighing, Caleb leaned against the wall. "Any idea where Prue could be?" Caleb asked, although he had a pretty good idea that she was in the Underworld. Not something he was keen on sharing with Chris, but he could hope she was somewhere else.
"No, I tried her cell and her apartment," Chris stated, and Caleb could basically hear the concern in Chris' voice, and Caleb had to admit, he was worried about the half-cupid too. He just didn't know how to help her, well he could tell her family, but he and Prue still hadn't talked since … the bar. Meaning they were on rocky ground as it was, and he didn't want to push her further away. "She could be at her mother's condo, we'll meet you there. Bye." And with that, Caleb heard the click and he sighed. He had to hunt Prue down and drag her to her mother's condo, fun.
With that thought, he shimmered out.
"Are you okay now?" Wyatt asked, handing his charge a cup of coffee, something he was glad to say he had made himself - without destroying his charge's kitchen. The scare his charge, Jason had had wasn't anything major, only a demon trying to attack him. Okay, maybe to his charge that was a big deal, but to Wyatt it was nothing. Hell, he had spent a part of his life on the Underworld's most wanted list - one measly little demon was nothing. However, it seemed that Jason Sheppard didn't share his views. "Jason?" He asked again, when his charge didn't respond to him. "Jason?" He called, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
Jason's body jerked violently and he looked up when he heard a crash, "oh my God!" He cried, getting to his feet and running over and helping Wyatt to his feet. "I didn't mean to," he said, frowning when he saw Wyatt chuckle slightly. Raising an eyebrow, Jason frowned. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" He asked. His telekinesis had just gone out of control and he had flung Wyatt across the room - his white lighter - and all he could do about it was laugh? Maybe he wasn't okay. On the other hand, maybe he's criminally insane.
"I'm fine," Wyatt assured as he stood to his full height. "My brother used to do that to me all the time when I used to wake him up," Wyatt explained when he saw Jason's sceptical look. His smile falling, Wyatt frowned and looked at his charge with concerned eyes. "Are you okay?"
Jason snorted, "I wasn't the one thrown into a wall," he retorted, but seeing Wyatt's look, Jason let out a jagged breath. "I'm fine," he replied shortly, but now it was Wyatt's turn to send him a sceptical look. "Really I'm fine, the whole demon trying to kill me just has me on edge," Jason admitted as he fell onto his couch and closed his eyes. "It isn't every day you find yourself on the demonic hit list," he said lightly meaning it as a joke.
"If you're lucky," Wyatt admitted as he fell into the opposite chair across from his charge. Seeing Jason's head turn and looked at him with a confused expression on his face, Wyatt shrugged. "I've been on the hit list since I was in the womb," he admitted, chuckling slightly. "But are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jason said immediately, frowning as soon as the words left his mouth. Was he okay? "Yeah," he repeated deciding he was truly okay; after all, he didn't need Wyatt to hold his hand. "You can go," he said, seeing Wyatt's frown he rolled his eyes. "Come on, I'm sure you have more pressing matters than babysitting me all day," he urged, pushing himself up so he was sitting.
Wyatt shook his head. "Nothing is more important to a white lighter than their charge," he said simply. Unless of course you thought of when his dad was a white lighter, or even an Elder - then Wyatt was pretty sure that nothing was more important than family. And then there was his aunt Paige who often preached about how charges were important, but Wyatt also knew that if Paige had to choose between saving a charge and her family she would try to save both, but if that didn't work she would save her family first. Wyatt frowned in thought; maybe the Elders had been onto something when white lighters weren't allowed to have families. As much as he hated to admit it, it seemed to Wyatt that it was more beneficial to the charge that way. At least then they didn't have to wonder if there was a family crisis when they called out to their white lighter.
"That may be true," Jason agreed as he nodded his head. "But I can tell from the look in your eyes that something is going on with you, and the last thing you need is to worry yourself over me." He smirked, "after all, it can't be easy being on the demonic hit list since conception," he said simply, causing Wyatt to smirk. "Go, I'll call out to you if I need you,"
Wyatt frowned, "I'm not leaving you alone," he said simply, not until I know why the demons are after you, or at least why the Elders want you protected. However, at that moment his cell phone went off, "hello?" Wyatt called, bringing his limited addition, vintage Chocolate slide phone to his ears. "What's up?"
"The roof, the ceiling, the sky, the moon, the sun, the stars, satellites, space stations, other galaxies, and Neverland." Came Emily's sarcastic remark from the other end of the phone. "Chris is on the phone with Caleb now, we're all meeting at Phoebe's condo," She said simply.
Wyatt frowned as he leaned forward in the chair, "the hospital panned out?" He guessed, but hearing Emily's sigh, he had his answer long before she opened her mouth.
"Yeah, and you better get your Twice Blessed ass over to the condo," she said simply.
"Okay, I'll be there when I can," Wyatt stated as he slid his phone shut and starred at the wall debating on what he should do. He couldn't leave Jason alone, if they ended up in the Underworld there was a chance that he wouldn't hear him if he called out to him, but at the same time Wyatt couldn't very well bring Jason with him. That was probably more dangerous than whatever was after them.
"Told you," Jason said, effectively bringing Wyatt out of his musings. "I said you had a busy day, go on, from the sound of it whatever it is sounds urgent. I'll be fine."
Then an idea clicked in Wyatt's head and he went over to his charge, "I have an idea." He said simply, orbing the two of them out.
Prue rolled her eyes as she yanked her arm out of Caleb's hold. "What the hell Caleb?" She seethed, "I told you not to follow me! Is this opposite day?" She demanded as she rubbed her arm. She had specifically told Caleb not to go after her, and what had he done? Shimmered in on her when she was hunting a demon, God, was he trying to get her killed? "What-" Prue paused when she noticed they were in her mother's apartment, "what are we doing here?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at Caleb. "If this is some twisted intervention, you're wasting you time," She snapped stubbornly, crossing her arms across her chest.
Caleb rolled his eyes, "no," he said, shaking his head. "It isn't an intervention," although you really need one, he added mentally. "Chris called, and we're supposed to meet them here because there is something or another going on at a hospital, and then Elders want us to check it out, and the others think that the Elders - for once - were on to something, so we-"
"Ssh!" Prue hissed, tilting her head to the side as she brushed her bloodied hair out of her face, the result of yet another exploding demon. "Do you hear that?" She asked, looking in the direction of the living area, where she was pretty sure she heard giggling.
"I don't hear -" Caleb stopped when he say Prue walk into the living area and he quickly followed, "anything." He finished, only to collide with Prue's body when she came to an instant stop, but being that close to her, Caleb swallowed as he felt his neck go red. "Prue?" He asked slowly, looking over her shoulder easily and he could see what had stopped her in her tracks easily. On the couch was Elizabeth and some guy that Caleb had never seen before, and if the guy was lucky, he would live long enough to see Elizabeth again. If he was lucky.
"Elizabeth Maria Halliwell!" Prue shrieked as she stormed into the room, startling the younger people on the couch, causing them to fall to the floor in a heap. "What the hell is this?" She demanded, crossing her arms as the traits and facial expressions she got from her aunt Piper shone through. "You are fifteen years old!" She shrieked as the two teenagers got to their feet.
Frowning when he seen the look of pure fury on Prue's face, Thomas Evans looked to Elizabeth and raised an eyebrow. "Is that your mom?" He asked in a stage whisper, causing Caleb to cough to smother his laugh, while Prue's eyes narrowed even further. It was like her mother had aged a lot, hell she looked pretty much the same she did when she had had Prue, only her hair now had flicks of grey and white, and her skin was a bit more worn, but nothing major. But to say that she - Prue - who was twenty, looked like a woman in her fifties, well, it was save to say Thomas wasn't gaining any points in her good book.
"Worst," Elizabeth groaned, "overprotective big sister."
Thomas nodded, and looked back at Prue and frowned when he finally clued into the state of the older woman. "Man, what happened to you?" He asked, looking at the blood that was smeared on Prue's arms and clothes, and in her hair, not to mention the grim. She looked like she had been dragged through hell and back, he just didn't know how right he was. "Are you okay?"
Prue gritted her teeth together, "I am," she assured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wouldn't say that for the guy I beat the hell out of though," she said slowly, a plan forming in her head. "You know what he did?" Seeing Thomas shake his head, she smirked. "Well, you see, I have a sister that is younger than me, the middle sister, and this guy was stupid enough to walk within twenty feet of her, so I kicked his ass." She laughed humourlessly, "and she was older than Beth, imagine if some guy was stupid enough to be near her!"
"Bye!" Was the undistinguishable sound that escaped Thomas' mouth as he dashed for the door, and hearing the door slam Caleb finally let out his laugh - but honestly he was just happy that the tension between him and Prue had been lifted. At least for now.
Looking from the door to her sister, Elizabeth stomped her foot. "Prue!" She whined, but Prue cut her off there.
"You're in enough trouble misses!" Prue warned, "now, I am going to have a shower before the others get here," she said simply. "And when I come out, you and I are going to have a long, long talk," she promised. Looking directly at Caleb, Prue let out a shaky breath as she tried to reel her temper back in. "Watch her, don't let her out of her sight!" She ordered as she turned and headed towards the bathroom.
Once her sister was gone, Elizabeth looked at Caleb with wide, pleading eyes. "Caleb!" She whined.
"You heard her," was all Caleb said as he crossed his arms, smirking when Elizabeth huffed and fell back onto the couch crossing her arms, muttering insults to herself. Normally Caleb would have scolded her, but at the moment it was to entertaining.
Author's Note : So, another Chapter. Personally I liked the first scene and the last scene, they made me laugh, and as to Elizabeth, I felt out of the other cousins/siblings she was getting the least amount of publicity, so I thought she would be in here. Besides, I thought it was about time Prue's siblings were in there, I mean we've seen Katy once - but if Elizabeth wasn't mentioned in the pilot or in the last story - people probably would have been like "hey, in forever charmed didn't it say Phoebe had three girls?" So, yeah, Elizabeth is making her debut. And just a side note, I am working on an Emily and Wyatt one-shot from the unchanged future and it'll be posted in a few days, or maybe later tonight. It depends on when I get time to edit it, it's called In Another Life … so be on the look out for it all of you Wyatt and Emily fans. Please review.