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.

Any input that you have for this series, I will try to include. Like if you want a certain person to come back, request for an episode, or a certain event to happen, I will work it in if I can.

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 Five : A Dollar A Day Keeps The Doctor Away

Sighing, Emily frowned as she rested her head on Wyatt's shoulder - something that she was surprised about since he had snapped at her earlier - as they all sat in the waiting room waiting to talk to Dr. Gordon who was performing a surgery, she only hoped that him performing a surgery wasn't something they should be afraid of. Lord only knew what he was up to, and even she, a psychic couldn't look into his future. Huffing, Emily rolled her eyes, and that sucked. "What the hell is taking so long?" Emily whined as her eyes drifted to the wall clock, thirty minutes. They had been sitting down for thirty minutes, and there was still no sigh of Gordon, meaning that he had been in surgery for five hours. How long did a surgery take?

Wyatt frowned down at the weight on his shoulder and then his eyes followed Emily's eyes to the clock and chuckled slightly. "Emily," he said slowly. "He's performing a surgery, it's not an exact science," he pointed out. "These things takes time, and if there was any complications then -"

"Oh hush Mr. Med student," Prue hissed from her spot in between Henry Jr and Chris. "Not all of us are getting a medical degree, so excuse us for not knowing the ropes!" She said, her own brown eyes drifting to the clock. "But I agree with Emily, this is ridiculous." She commented, "How long does it take to cut someone open and sew them back up?" She asked, frowning when she felt someone's annoyance spike, and looking at Wyatt's expression, she knew it was he. "What?" She asked innocently, "it's just a question."

Wyatt sighed and shook his head, "I give up, and she's hopeless."

Chris smirked from where he was sitting, only to wince when Prue smacked his arm. "Hey," he said, grabbing onto her wrist and forcing it down to her side, "now, now, there is no need for violence." He said calmly, a small smile on his face, causing Prue to huff. "I think what Wyatt was trying to say was that a surgery is a bit more complicated the 'cutting someone open and sewing them back up.'"

Wyatt raised an eyebrow when Prue nodded slowly, "that's what I said."

Henry Jr sighed, "In many more words." he pointed out, "I've learned when talking to Prue it's best to keep to small words and it's probably wise not to make any explanations more complicated than they need to be." He said simply, smirking when Prue went to hit him, but Chris still had a grip on her wrists. "Na na na na na!" He taunted, sticking his tongue out.

Caleb smirked when he seen Chris narrow his eyes, while Prue still struggled. "Careful Henry," he cautioned from his place on the other end of the room, as far away from Prue as he could be. "Keep up like that, and Chris just might let her at you," he pointed out, and after a moment's debating, Henry sobered and leaned back, causing chuckles to sound through the room.

After a few moments of silence, Prue let an impatient groan out of her as she looked up at Chris as she rested her head on his chest. "So Chrissie," she said lightly, smirking a little when Chris narrowed his eyes. "What was wrong earlier?" She asked, "and why were you at Grandpa's?" She asked, her curiosity burning through. Something she shared with her mother, just like Phoebe, Prue didn't like to be left out of any loop and she often had a hard time keeping things to herself. She was the worst person in high school, she was on of those people that knew everything about everyone. It was terrifying really.

Chris shrugged, already hating the fact that he was about to lie to Prue. But then again, he had already lied to Wyatt, his parents, and everyone else he loved, why not Prue too? "I just had a migraine," he said simply, "I forgot to take my medication earlier," he said, lying through his teeth. All his family now knew about his migraines though, thanks to one loud mouth brother, however in this case it was a good thing they knew. "And I went to Grandpa's because if I had went to the manor more than likely I would have ran into one of my parents, and I'm pretty sure that we don't want them to know about this, do we?" Like an energetic child that had been asked if she wanted to go to the dentist, Prue shook her head hurriedly. "And do you think they would have let me come back?"

Prue frowned, "probably not," she agreed, unaware of the fact that Chris was lying to her. Okay, he wasn't telling everything, but that still counted as a lie, just not in Chris' mind. "How long is this going to take?" She whined, looking up to the clock again, only to growl when she realised only ten minutes had passed. "This sucks." She said simply, and she wasn't just talking about how long Gordon was taking, she was talking about her day in general. There were some days when it just didn't pay to get out of bed, and to Prue, today was one of them. Not only was she stuck in this hospital, but she had to spend the day with Caleb, something she hadn't done since … the other night.

"You're telling me," Emily whined.

Chris rolled his eyes, "well you all can stop whining, he's coming." He said simply as his eyes drifted to the tired-looking surgeon as he walked over to them. Upon seeing him, they all stood up, and sighed when he stopped in front of them, a frown on his face as he looked from face to face.

"Hello again," he greeted simply, frowning still. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but I had a surgery." He sighed as he rubbed his face in exhaustion, "now, what is this all about?" He asked warily, not liking the looks on their faces. Seeing as they all looked at each other before offering him any kind of response, he wasn't really sure he wanted to know the answer, and the look of dread on some of their faces wasn't helping the dear that was slowly gripping his heart.

"Um," Henry Jr said hesitantly, "maybe we should talk about this in somewhere a little more private," she suggested as she looked around to the waiting room that was filled with people.

"Of course," Dr. Gordon said simply as he gestured for them to follow him as he headed up the hall and walked into an office that had his nameplate on the door. Walking in they were all instantly hit with the smell of hand sanitizer and mints, a smell that made Caleb's stomach rumble slightly, but when everyone looked at him, Caleb simply shrugged. He couldn't help it, he hadn't eaten since this morning. "So," Dr. Gordon said as he sat in his chair. "What is this about exactly?"

"Um, do you remember an old patient of yours?" Caleb asked, sitting up a little straighter "her name was Sandra Martin, she was eight years old, and you might know her a little better by her nickname," he said noticing how the doctor had gone a little pale. "It was-"

"Sandy," Dr. Gordon interrupted, seeing them all nod, he sighed. "Yeah, I remember sandy," he admitted, visibly tensing. "She was in for a heart transplant," he smiled. "She was always a sweet girl, I was only a young doctor when I met her, but I can remember she had all the nurses wrapped around her fingers." He commented, "they would all take turns singing her to sleep at night, I believe her favourite was 'Hush little baby,'" he said, smiling fondly at the memory. Then in the blink of an eye he became serious once more, "now, what is this about? Why did you bring this up?"

Wincing, Emily frowned before she spoke. "You're going to think we're crazy," she muttered to herself, jumping a little when Prue nudged her in the side. "Um, well we looked into it, and with all the weird occurrences going on in the Children's ward, we think that … something is haunting it," she said slowly when she saw the sceptical look on Dr. Gordon's face.

"Like a ghost?"

"More like a vengeful spirit," Chris corrected, frowning when the Doctor looked in his direction. "More specifically we think it's Sandy, and in order to get her to stop, we need to know what happened with her surgery."

"Subtle," Henry Jr said to Chris telepathically. "He's right, for her to act out like this, something must have gone wrong, and in the report it only says that there were complications." He said, rushing to explain when he saw a look of rage form on Gordon's face. "What went wrong?"

"You're all crazy," Dr. Gordon said simply.

"Told you," Emily muttered.

Caleb sent Emily a dirty look before speaking. "We may be," he agreed, almost shuddering when everyone else in the room gave him a look of death. "But we're not wrong about this, we can stop this, but we need to know what happened."

Wyatt nodded, "please, tell us what happened so we can stop her before she hurts anyone else."

That did it for Dr. Gordon and he nodded as he looked from all of them, but whatever he was looking for he must have found because he sighed. "It was one of my first surgeries, and it was meant to be simple, it was only a transplant." He took a jagged breath, "but somehow the organ got mixed up with another one and the transplant didn't work." He said simply, "the blood type was wrong."

Wyatt nodded, "her body rejected it."

Gordon nodded, "and I didn't tell anyone what had happened, in the report I said that it was a simple case of the recipient rejecting the heart, it happened all the time!" He defended, "if people knew the truth I would have lost my licence."

Henry Jr frowned at the surgeon's logic as he leaned back. "That would explain her anger." He commented dryly feeling his own eyes narrowing.

"But it didn't end there, did it?" Chris asked.

Gordon shook his head. "Somehow the parents found out, I guess they looked into the whole thing because they were grieving, they were upset," he said sadly. "You wouldn't believe some of the things people do when they're hurt and grieving."

Emily chuckled uncomfortably, "oh believe me," she said dryly. "We would."

Gordon frowned as he looked at them before shaking his head, "well, they found out that the heart that had been given to their daughter was the wrong blood type and they were furious." Seeing all of their raised eyebrows, he nodded. "And it was understandable, but they went to the parents of the other children and started a rally."

"The protests," Caleb guessed.

Gordon nodded. "After that the parents began removing their children from the ward and moved them to another hospital, but the reputation stayed for a while and that's why the ward wasn't used for so long." He sighed as he ran his hands over his face tiredly, "it wasn't until we got new management that people started to bring their children here."

Prue nodded, but there was still some hostility in his voice as she spoke. "But what about you?" She asked bitterly, "apparently you never lost your license," she said simply as she looked around his office. Sandra had died, and the man that had gotten her killed had received a comfortable little office. Hell, if Prue was Sandy she would be pissed too!

Gordon shook his head, "the board ruled it as an accident, I wasn't the one that went and got the heart, so they let me off." He sighed, "but I wasn't allowed to perform a surgery alone for a while."

"Like probation?" Henry asked, and Gordon nodded and went to speak again.

"Dr. Gordon, you are wanted at the reception desk."

Gordon sighed as he got to his feet and looked at them apologetically. "Sorry, but I have to go." He excused, "but if you are right about this, please tell Sandy I'm sorry." He said, as they followed him out. "Looking at them, he frowned. "Good luck," he murmured and then he was gone, being blended in by the walking sea of white coats and scrubs.

Sighing, Wyatt looked to the others. "So, now that we know what happened, how do we stop Sandy?" He asked, but he was only met with shrugs, the truth was, no one knew what to say to that. How did you deal with a ghost that was justly bitter?

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth shook her head as Jason sat in the chair and frowned at her, but she could tell from his eyes he was amused. She couldn't take this anymore, he was going to drive her nuts! Okay they had watched the movie without a complaint, but after that everything had went to hell. He had said he needed to go to the bathroom, fine, she told him it was down the hallway and the second door on the left. But where had he went? The first door on the left - in other words he had gone into her room. And with it, he had seen some things that were not meant for his eyes. "Wyatt!" She yelled, Jason was his charge, he could deal with him. He was lucky to be still breathing! "Wyatt!? Chris?! Henry!?" She called but no one answered her.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked, looking at the younger witch with genuine interest, only to frown when she scowled at him. "I think they're busy, otherwise Wyatt would have come back for me," he pointed out. "He wouldn't leave me here alone with you if there wasn't any need," he said simply.

Ha! Elizabeth rolled her eyes, this was probably some sick sense of torture! Wasn't it bad enough he had been in her room? She thought, her mind drifting back to that incident. He had started complaining and then he went in her room 'by accident' and then he cracked up laughing when he had seen her room.

Sure it was a hot pink colour with huge flowers painted on all the walls and it had a fashion Barbie border around the ceiling - but she was intending to take it down when she repainted her room - and he had found it amusing. Jason's amusement had only increased when he had noticed the pile of stuffed animals on her bed - ranging from a huge Eeyore all the way down to a stuffed, neon green monkey that Wyatt had won for her at a street fair. Oh but no, to the measly witch it was down right amusing.

"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL!" She shrieked, in a voice that she was proud to say caused Jason to cover his ears at the pitch. That alone was enough to lighten her mood slightly, bringing a small smile to her face. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, OR SO HELP ME!" She continued. "HE'S YOUR CHARGE, YOU DEAL WITH HIM!" She pointed out as she fell into a chair. "And will you shut up!" She snapped as she glared hatefully at Jason, who frowned at her.

"I haven't said anything!" He defended, and at the rate it was going he figured it was safe to say that all members of the Halliwell family were insane.

"You don't need to say anything!" Elizabeth snapped, "I'm an empath," she said simply, narrowing her eyes when Jason frowned at her. Growling at the fact he didn't even have a decent knowledge of powers, she looked to the ceiling. "Which means I have the ability to tap into people's emotions, and since it is the latest power I have received I can't control it, meaning your pessimism is going to drive me insane!"

"Do you want me to leave?"

"YES!" Elizabeth exclaimed. He's not that dumb after all, she thought snidely as she rolled her eyes. "But you can't," she pointed out as she pulled herself into a sitting position as she continued to glare at the ceiling. "WYATT, HE'S YOUR CHARGE, YOU CAN'T JUST DUMP HIM ON ME!"

Not getting a response, she growled when several demons shimmered in.

"Great," she said simply, diving towards Jason and pushing him to the floor when an energy ball flew at him and he made no effort to move. Honestly, didn't people get the idea that energy balls were bad?

Watching the group of sic from the shadows, Sandy Martin stepped out of the shadows and watched as they walked up the hall. "You don't want to help," she said sadly, frowning as they continued to walk, then her eyes hardened. "That's fine," she sneered, "I don't need your help! You want me to go away?" She shrieked, "you want me to face my fear again? Then I think it's time you face your fears!" She shouted, then she let out a piercing scream causing all the glass around her to shatter as she disappeared into black smoke again.

Author's Note : There we go, the charge is annoying the hell out of Elizabeth, I think I feel sorry for her. Well, we're almost done this story. Well, not exactly, there is 6,7,8, and 9 left. But we're getting there! Slowly. And you wont believe this, once again I have the last chapter written and the other ones only started. -Sigh- I couldn't help it, I knew how I wanted it to end, so I had to write it before I forgot. And well, this is becoming a habit isn't it? So, what do you think the ghost is going to do, and what do you think their fears are? Please review!