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 Eight : Not A Hater
Emily huffed as she once again tried to open the door, but it would not budge. Not at all, not even an inch. Rolling her eyes, she turned and looked at Henry Jr, "I told you I hated hospitals!" She hissed, "I mean, honestly why wouldn't you listen to me?" She snapped as she began pacing, "but no don't listen to the psychic. If she has a bad feeling, it's nothing more than her over active imagination. Not as if anything ever happens when she has a bad feeling, not like she doesn't get glimpses of the future. She doesn't get bad feelings when something bad is going to happen! No, why would that happen it isn't like she can see into the future!"
Henry Jr rolled his eyes as the psychic continued to pace. "Are you done now?" He asked as Emily sent him a dirty look. "How the hell was I supposed to know that we would get locked in the room? You honestly think I want to be here more than you do?" He questioned, he snorted when he seen her look. "Hell, I'm willing to bet that Wyatt doesn't even want to be here anymore, and guess what?" He yelled sarcastically. "He wants to be a doctor, meaning he will work in a hospital. So would you stop freaking out and calm the hell down?"
"Calm down?" Emily mimicked, "I'm sorry but we're trapped in a hospital, there is a ghost out to kill us, we're separated from half of our group, we don't know if there okay, and did I mention there is a ghost trying to kill us?" She asked. "Please Henry, please tell me at which point I was wrong because I can't think of another reason I would be told to calm down! We're about to turn into ghost kibble!"
"Oh my God, so you have to be so dramatic?!?
"DRAMATIC? I am not being dramatic, I am being realistic and reasonable, Henry. There is a -"
"Would you both shut up?" Wyatt asked, sending both of them a look. "Now, both of you take a deep breath and calm down, we're not going to get out of here while we are biting each other's head off."
Emily crossed her arms and huffed, "we're not getting anywhere because the door is sealed shut," she muttered. Seeing Wyatt's look, she shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll behave if he will."
"Fine," Henry Jr snapped.
Wyatt sighed and rolled his eyes, "now come on, let's find a way to get out of here."
"You're not going anywhere," a voice said happily, and the three turned, only to frown when they saw Sandy before them with huge grin lighting up her face. "You've been naughty," she scolded. "And naughty people need to be punished; you're trying to make me go away."
"Well I think you've been here beyond your expiration date," Henry Jr pointed out, only to grunt when Sandy sent him a look and sent him flying into a wall, smirking as he slid down and looked disoriented for a moment. "Bitch."
Sandy sighed and narrowed her eyes at him, smirking when several needles flew at him and floated in front of his face, "I'll deal with you after," she promised. "I have to deal with the adults first," she frowned at Henry. "Compared to them, you're the baby."
"Thanks."
Seeing Sandy head towards them, Emily held her hands out in front of her. "whoa, whoa, whoa," she said quickly, slightly standing in front of Wyatt, completely ignoring his attempts to get in front of her. "Relax; you don't want to hurt us."
"Want to bet?" Sandy sneered.
Emily frowned, "okay, maybe you do. But I don't think you do," she pointed out, "I just think you're mad at the hospital, you think they deserve to pay for what they did to you."
"Wow, the blonde isn't as stupid as she looks."
"You don't want to hurt these people; I know you don't, Sandy."
Wyatt sighed, "And she's a psychic, I wouldn't bet against her if I were you." He shook his head, "it never turns out well," he said honestly, as he thought about all of the times he had lost money to Emily because of a bet. Something he no longer did.
"Yeah well," Sandy went to retort something back as she advanced on them, only to stop and wince as she faded from view for a minute, only to reappear with a pained expression on her face. "What's happening?" She asked, looking to her hand as it faded. Frowning she closed her eyes, only to have them fly open a minute later. "Your brother and the others are dead," she hissed at Wyatt before she vanished.
Henry Jr sighed in relief as the needles dropped.
Wyatt frowned and looked to Emily, "why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
"Because you know that you probably don't want to know what they're up to," Henry Jr said simply. "Of all the people you had to send Chris with Prue," he sighed. "You should know those two are dangerous together."
Prue scrunched up her nose as she watched Caleb and Chris dig up Sandy's grave, which in her opinion was completely wrong. "Um not meaning to upset the wonderful little party we have on the go," she said slowly as she turned, "but isn't Sandy pissed enough? If she figures out what we're doing, what is going to stop her from coming here and kicking our asses?"
Chris let out a sigh, "well for one we're going on the assumption that her spirit is tied to the hospital," he said simply as he threw another shovel full of dirt to the side.
"And if she's not?"
"Then she'll probably be able to sense what we're doing and decide to come here and haunt us," Chris said offhandedly. "At which point she will be beyond pissed and then she'll come here and try to kill us," he trailed off and scrunched up his face as he thought that statement. "Again." He finished.
"Oh," Prue said slowly, turning back to Chris and Caleb, "that sucks." She said simply.
"Which is why it would be best if we got this over with as soon as possible," Caleb said through clenched teeth as he looked up at Prue. "So, for me and Chris to get this done quickly, would you mind shining the light back over here?" He asked, rolling his eyes when Prue's eyes widened and she turned and shone the flashlight on them again. "Thank you," he said quietly as he began digging again.
"Sorry," Prue said, still feeling uncomfortable around the half-demon. She couldn't help it, she had tried being nice to him, but he was around so much! She had been successfully ignoring him, but it seemed like today she couldn't get rid of him. It was as if Caleb had planned this from the beginning! Narrowing her eyes, Prue huffed because she was pretty sure Caleb was planning something. Well if he was, she had news for him! There was no way she was talking to him, she wasn't ready. Another part of her didn't even want to go there. Tapping her foot, she looked around and felt the hairs on the back of her neck go on end when she felt a cool breeze. Biting her lip, Prue looked back at the men that were with her, "are you almost done?" She questioned, a little fear managing to seep into her voice.
Chris looked up at Prue sympathetically. Ever since she had come out of her fear, Prue had been jumpy, not that he could blame her. The thoughts of that Evil Wyatt, with those thoughts in his mind Chris doubted he would be able to get sleep tonight. Chris knew his brother would never become that thing that he had seen. He had stopped that. Wyatt was good now, had been for almost twenty-five years. Evil was not going to get him now, not while he was still breathing. Chris hadn't been lying when he said he would gladly die for Wyatt if it meant saving him. "Don't worry Prue," he said softly, his Jade eyes meeting Prue's brown. "We're almost done, and when we are we can all go home." except me, Chris thought as he remembered his Grandpa's threat. He still had to go visit Victor after this.
Caleb huffed as he lifted more dirt from their path. "What the hell?" He asked slowly as he wiped the sweat from his face and looked to the sky. "What ever happened to six feet under?" He grumbled as he looked at the hole they had been digging, and sure enough, his entire body was almost out of sight, which did not sit well. He wasn't much taller than six foot, meaning that they should soon be at the casket because in his mind this was getting -
Clang.
Caleb was brought out of his thoughts and looked over to Chris who was tapping his shovel against the ground and sure enough with every tap, there was a small clang. "You were saying?" Chris asked sarcastically causing Caleb to roll his eyes at the younger man's idea of funny. Digging up a body to kill a ghost that was not his idea of fun.
"Whatever," Caleb said as he used his shovel to scrap the dirt off the casket. "This is getting a little too creepy, even for me," he commented. "I'm with Prue on this one, let's just open the casket and torch the bitch," he said as he shimmered out and reappeared beside Prue. "Got the salt and the gasoline?" He asked.
Prue nodded and reached in her bag and took out a packet of rock salt, gasoline, and a lighter. "I think I'm going to leave this in my car from now on," she commented, a smirk lighting up her face. "You never know when you're going to need to torch a ghost," she pointed out. Seeing Caleb roll his eyes, she huffed and crossed her arms. "Come on!" She encouraged, "you keep it in your car, and you know with our luck this isn't going to be the only ghost we have to put up with!" She defended, and Caleb didn't have a response to that. It was true, if trouble was in the area, more than likely it would find at least one of them. "I knew you would agree."
Chris rolled his eyes. "How about we take care of this and go get the others," he said as he threw his shovel to the ground beside Caleb's.
Caleb nodded and reached down and brushed off the top of the casket and attempted to open it, but it was bolted shut. Huffing, he climbed down on the casket and fought with thee latches. "It … wont … open!" He said as he panted from trying to open it. He looked up at Chris, "any ideas on how to get this thing open?" He asked, but Chris didn't get a chance to answer him because the next thing Caleb knew he was flying through the air, only to shimmer back beside Chris. "What the hell?" He demanded looking at the casket that was now completely opened.
Prue rolled her eyes, "it wasn't like you were getting anywhere!" She pointed out.
Caleb narrowed his eyes at her, "but telekinesis!" He exclaimed, "you could have at least given me a warning before you decided to go all super witch and use your powers to open the thing," he pointed out. "Have you no respect for the dead?" He questioned, backing up when Prue sent him a dirty look and advanced on him.
"Want to join them?" She asked snidely, a snarl appearing on her face.
Seeing that Prue was about to go after Caleb, Chris orbed between the two and pushed Prue back. "Okay Prue, I don't know what is up with you two, but now is not the time to sort this out." He pointed out, "we have a pissed ghost on ours hands and I really want to get out of here. So, if you two lover birds are done your lovers spat," he said sarcastically.
"Fine," Prue hissed as she backed away, glaring at Caleb the entire time. Demons were suddenly getting on her nerves, screw the Greater Good, wouldn't life be easier without demons? Crouching down Prue picked up the rock salt and sighed as she looked at the body. "Dear God," she wheezed as she tried to cover her mouth. "You are not supposed to see people like this," she said simply. Sandy's body was nasty, sure, she had been dead for quite a few years, but that was not the point. She was in the ground for heaven's sakes. Prue was not meant to see her like this, no one was. "Let's get this over with," she said as she dumped some salt onto the body. Stepping back, Prue shook her head. "This is so wrong."
Chris nodded as a wind filtered through the cemetery. "You don't have to tell me twice," he commented as he picked up the can of gasoline and began dousing the body. "You know, this is not how I wanted to spend my day. This was supposed to be a simple case of find the ghost and get rid of it, not this whole digging up s graveyard nonsense." Taking a deep breath, he nodded at Caleb. "It's time for this to be over."
Caleb nodded and lit the lighter and got ready to throw it at the corpse just as a strong wind blew him off his feet and almost slammed his head off a headstone, but managed to shimmer out just in time. "Phew," he panted as he reformed next to Chris, "I'm telling you, I'm never complaining about these powers again. Looking up he narrowed his eyes at Prue, "what the hell was that for?" He demanded, "I'll have you know that the coffin was securely open. What was your excuse this time?"
Not getting an answer Caleb followed the Chris and Prue's line of vision, and saw that they were looking directly at Sandy. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sandy asked as she narrowed her eyes at the three, "you have no right being here, this is my grave. Leave!" She ordered, her form shaking with rage. She may be dead, but the three looking at her couldn't help but think she had a commanding presence, and she was pissed. Royally pissed.
"Well you tried to kill us," Prue hissed as she glared at Sandy, and smartly enough, Sandy took a step back as she slinked away from the furious gazes that were being thrown her way. "So I think this is fair. You try and kill us; we send you back to where you belong."
Sandy placed her hands on her hips and said coolly, "Well, I don't think you should have showed up at all! You did not belong there, it was my home. It's all I know, and they need to pay for what they did to me!" She cried, "They murdered me." She shifted her eyes from one person to the other. "I trusted them, and then they murdered me, do you know what that's like?"
Chris took a deep breath, "yes," he whispered honestly as the image of Gideon stabbing him flashed back into his mind, but he only spoke loud enough that Sandy could hear him. "What they did was wrong, but you're not only hurting them. You're hurting innocent people."
"Yes," Sandy replied vehemently. "Yes, I am hurting them. Don't you understand that they killed me. I was afraid to go in there, I didn't want to, but they promised me. They promised it would be okay, they lied. Over the years I've had to watch them operate on others, some made it, but others didn't! I had to watch it happen again and again, I had to watch those people become like me."
"That doesn't give you the right to kill people" Caleb spat at Sandy. "Everyone has just as much right to be here as you did, and killing those people - those doctors, you could be taking away their chances to live. You could be murdering them, Sandy. If you didn't want to see this, why didn't you move on?"
"I couldn't," she wailed. "I wanted too, but I couldn't, not until I made them pay. My parents, do you know what it was like for them to watch me be in pain all that time, only to lose me in the end! You are right, what I'm doing is wrong, but what they did to me was wrong too. They caused my parents pain, give me one good reason I should have my justice. Smite the wicked and all that."
"You think doctors are wicked?" Prue asked, shaking her head when Sandy raised her eyebrows and looked at her. "They did their best to help you, it wasn't their fault - mistakes happen."
Sandy's face flushed crimson and her body began shaking once more, and with her the ground. "A mistake," she repeated, her voice hitting a hiss. "Is that all you call it?" She questioned her voice harsh and rasping. "A mistake."
Chris frowned as he saw Sandy's furious eyes starring back at him and he locked his fingers with Prue's as he felt her take a step backwards. She couldn't blmae her though, Sandy's look was one of pure hatred. Not something good to be coming from a vengeful spiirt, especially not Sandy.
Feeling the ground beneath him shake, Caleb sent Prue a glowering look. "Can you try to not piss her off?" He asked coldly. Looking back at Sandy, he sighed. "Look, this really -wasn't the doctor's fault! He wasn't the one that-"
"Stop trying to blame someone else!"
Chris nodded, "fine." He said simply, "but I think it's time for you to take responsibility to for your own actions." He asked simply, and in the blink of an eye, he jerked his hand to the right and sent a loose urn at Sandy, causing her to disappear for a moment. Looking at Caleb as Sandy reappeared, he sent him a pointed look, "we'll keep her distracted-"
"We will?" Prue interrupted a frown on her face.
"-You just get the fire started and torch her, okay?" Chris finished, "get down!" He shouted as he pushed Prue out of the way just in time as Sandy once again tried to through something at them. Landing to their right as they fell out of the path of the attack, Chris took a deep breath and rolled off Prue, and instantly the younger witch jumped to her feet and telekinetically threw the bag of salt at Sandy, smirking when she hissed and disappeared for a moment.
"Now would be good, Caleb!"
"Yeah, yeah," Caleb grumbled as he searched for the lighter.
"Caleb!" Prue screeched, but before she could continue, Sandy sent another tremble their way and she was slammed against a headstone and then fell to the ground, groaning in pain. "Ouch."
"Leave my cousin alone," Chris hissed as he took a threatening step towards the ghost, only to have Sandy send the nearest object at him. It turned out to be a shovel and Chris ducled out of the way. "Caleb, never mind the damn lighter!"
Groaning as she got to her feet, Prue looked at Sandy and tried to by Caleb some time. "After what you just did," she said slowly. "Do you feel better?" She demanded, seeing Sandy's surprised look she continued. "After all the pain, do. You. Feel. Better?"
Meanwhile, Caleb was frowning at Chris. "What the hell am I supposed to use to make a fire then?" He demanded, "Get two stones and rub them together?" He asked sarcastically, only to frown when Chris sent him a look. "What?"
"Are you a demon?" Chris asked.
"Yes."
"Then make a damn spark."
Prue ignored the two bickering men and kept her eyes trained on Sandy who was finally distracted. "You got to hurt innocent people, you caused us pain by making us live out hidden fears, and then you took your rage out on the hospital. When is the hate going to end, Sandy? Isn't it time you let the hate go?"
Sandy shook her head. "I can't forgive them."
"I'm not asking you too, I'm asking you to let the hate 's time you move on."
"Ah-ha!" Caleb exclaimed as he figured out Chris' meaning. "You are a genius, C squared." He said simply as he smiled at Chris, who in return glared at him. "Right," he muttered. "Not the time," with that he held out his hands and allowed his palm to glow blue before an energy ball formed his hand. "Hasta la vista, baby." He cackled as he threw it at the corpse, smirking when it went up in flames.
"NO!" Sandy cried as she began glowing red before exploding, the force sending the demon and the two witches flying as the dirt flew up at them and slowly groaned and sat up coughing.
Prue sighed, "I can't believe it," she muttered as she looked at her shirt, another one that was in shambles. "I can't keep replacing clothes."
Chris rolled his eyes and sent Caleb a look, "take you long enough?"
Caleb huffed, "well there was no need for you to talk in riddles," he retorted. "A simple 'hey Caleb use an energy ball to lit the bitch up like a Christmas tree' would have sufficed." Seeing the witches sigh and roll their eyes, he got to his feet. "Come on, this place is giving me the creeps. Let's get out of here and get the others." With that, he shimmered out.
Prue nodded and reached over and touched Chris' hand. "We need to get the others and check on Beth, something tells me that she and that charge didn't get along," she commented. "The cosmic taxi one more time?
Chris sighed, "Because it's you." He said simply as they dissolved into blue and white orbs, leaving the evidence of a battlefield behind, all centered on Sandy's grave. They did not care though; the police would brush it off as grave robbers. It was one of the benefits of Henry Jr being a cop.
XxX
Reappearing in the hospital, Prue smirked when she seen Caleb already there and she rolled her eyes at the look on Wyatt's face. "Don't want to hear it," she warned, "you would have done the same thing." She pointed out.
Wyatt huffed, "Prue I-"
"Aren't you forgetting your charge?"
Wyatt instantly orbed out and Emily walked over to Henry Jr and held his hand, "let's go make sure he doesn't kill, Beth," she commented as she looked at Caleb. "Are you coming with us?" She asked.
Caleb frowned and looked to Pre and then back to Emily, "no, I think I'll catch up with you later. There's something I have to do," he said as he shimmered out.
Looking at each other, Henry Jr and Chris shrugged as they orbed out.
Wyatt sighed as he appeared in his Aunt Phoebe's condominium with Emily, Chris, Henry Jr and Prue on tow. Looking around, he sighed when he did not see anyone. "Beth?" He called, tilting his head to the side when she did not answer. "Lizzie?" He called again, looking to the others who simply shrugged.
"Sweet tart!" Prue called; using the nickname, she had given her sister one Halloween when her sister had been obsessed with sweet tarts. "Where are you?" She asked, hearing something fall to the floor and then several curses. "Are you okay?" Prue questioned, heading up the hallway when there was nothing more than dead silence. "Beth?" She called when she went to open her sister's door. However, before she could open it, it flew open, hit her - sending Prue into Henry's arms while Beth smiled sheepishly, and shut the door behind her so it was only open a crack. "Ouch," Prue muttered sarcastically.
"Hi," Elizabeth said quickly - too quickly for Wyatt's liking and he narrowed his eyes. "What are you guys doing here?" She asked tilting her head to the side as they all looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Did you get the-" she paused and her face scrunched up in confusion. "What was it?" She asked, "A demon? Witch? Ghostie? Ghoulie?"
"Ghost," Wyatt answered. "So," he said casually. "How did things go?" He asked looking around for any sign of his charge, but he did not see any, actually, he did not even hear his charge. In addition, the fact that a sheepish expression had appeared on Elizabeth's face was not helping his mood, or her case.
Elizabeth chuckled sheepishly. "Go?" She asked, but seeing everyone's pointed looks, she nodded in understanding. "Oh, with the charge," she said slowly, discreetly glancing sideways to look at her door." She chuckled, "everything was fine," she said simply, and it was true it had went okay for a while. However seeing their looks, she sighed and changed her story. "Mostly."
"What happened?" Chris demanded, seeing his brother stand to his full height and narrow his eyes as he looked at Elizabeth through slits, a look that reminded Chris of the other Wyatt, but Chris knew Wyatt well enough to know that that look wasn't good - no matter what the timeline was. "Beth, what happened?"
Elizabeth rubbed the back of her neck, "well," she said slowly. "At first, it was all okay, he was actually nice. It was like talking to a wall, you know those people that you talk to and no matter what they wont respond?" She asked, feeling the annoyance and anger roll off Wyatt she smiled. "And then he was being annoying and the demon shimmered in and-"
"Demon?" Prue asked eyes going wide as she checked her baby sister over for injuries, but no matter where she looked, she could not find any. Backing away slightly she looked at her sister, "what demon?"
"Oh that was nothing," Elizabeth brushed off. "He's in the Underworld now probably in the wasteland," she looked at Emily and nodded, "you were right," she praised, silently pleading with Emily to help her out. However, the young woman was at a loss for what she was supposed to be helping with.
Emily nodded, "I usually am," she said, smirking at Wyatt's face - knowing he was thinking about all of their debates. Emily then looked back at Elizabeth with confusion evident on her face. "But what exactly was I right about this time?"
"Athames," Elizabeth admitted, "you were right. You should always have one with you," she sighed when she looked at Wyatt who was still trying to burn holes in her head. "What?" She wailed, seeing his look.
"What happened?" Wyatt demanded.
"Nothing!" Elizabeth insisted, but she bit her lip afterward, sending another side-glance to her room - something that did not go unnoticed by the people in front of her.
"Beth, what did you do?" Henry Jr pressed.
Then much like her mother would, Elizabeth went into a full on rant. "Well okay, I may have done a little teensy-weensy thing, but it was totally by accident, and I swear to you I didn't mean to, but he was so annoying! " She looked at Wyatt, pointing a finger at him. "And you're lucky it's reversible, because mark my words Wyatt, "she said, taking a threatening step towards her cousin. At least, what she hoped looked like a threatening step. "If you want that boy to make it to his next birthday, you'll keep him far away from me! " She ordered, but seeing Wyatt's look she shrunk back. "And what I did, it was reversible."
"Elizabeth Maria Halliwell," Wyatt growled. "What. Did. You. Do?" He asked, punctuating each word.
Knowing there was no delaying it, Elizabeth opened her door and a large toad with large warts hopped out. Causing Henry Jr and Caleb to crack up while the others starred at the toad in amazement. "You didn't!" Henry Jr chuckled, causing Wyatt to groan.
"Please tell me you didn't!" He begged.
Elizabeth and let out a weak laugh and smiled softly. "Uh- oops?" She said slowly, seeing Wyatt look from her to the toad, she sighed. "Would now be a good time for me change him back?" Seeing Wyatt's stiff nod, she sighed. "Fine." She muttered as she cracked her fingers. "Annoying little charge, you are small but were once quite large, take away the green and warts, but only because Wyatt is a spoilsport." She chanted.
"Elizabeth!"
But sure enough, Jason suddenly grew to his full height and slowly backed away from Elizabeth with his eyes wide open. "Stay away from me!" He warned, his voice wavering slightly.
Elizabeth stuck her chin out stubbornly as she crossed her arms, "I warned you!" She said smugly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Now be happy I'm not completely like my mother, because if I was you would have received feathers and I would have cut your head off so we could eat you Christmas day!"
Jason swallowed, "a-a-a-a t-t-urkey?" He stammered, seeing Elizabeth nod, he held his hand out to Wyatt and frowned. "Take me back home," he said simply, almost sighing in relief when Wyatt took his hand and sent his youngest cousin a look.
"Your mother will be hearing of this."
"It was an accident!"
Author's Note : Come on, after her little threat when they first met I had to turn him into a toad! Elizabeth said she was good at turning people into toads so Jason he, he was turned into a … toad. Aha, I have to admit that was one of my better moments. I like the spells I come up with for her, they amaze me actually. Well one more chapter and it is written so you know the drill. please review.