Okay, so I was originally planning on getting back on track with this story earlier in the semester, but then Hurricane Sandy hit and well... this story had to be put on hold a little while longer. And last week I uploaded the chapter on to my document manager but I had no time to edit it. So here i sit, in French lab, updating my story instead of studying.
The five of us orbed straight to the manor. Randy placed Dylan on the couch.
"You're back." Dean said happily when he walked into the living room. "Who's the old lady?" he asked in confusion. Kimberly's mouth twitched as she looked at her once energetic sister.
"That's Dylan." she answered solemnly. Dean's brows came together, fierce with worry.
"What?" he gasped. "How?"
"It's a curse. We have to hurry. Shar, get the book." Kimberly told me. With a nod, I took off up the stairs with Sam trailing behind me. "Randy, you should go." Kimberly suggested.
"What? No! I'm not going anywhere." He refused.
"Randy, this is not a game. This is real. Serious stuff. The kind of stuff that can get you killed. Now I know, no matter what, Dylan would want you somewhere safe." Randy stood to his full 6 foot 4 height and met the eyes of Kimberly, Dean and Jessica.
"I'm staying." He said simply. Kimberly sighed and shook her head in frustration.
"Fine, but you're not dying on my watch. Dean, could you place the crystals in a protective circle around the living room and keep an eye on them? Jess, come upstairs with me."
"So, what do we do? Do we make some sort of potion that can reverse the affects?" Sam asked as we rushed into the attic and I grabbed the book. I shook my head.
"No, Kimberly and I have to handle this. We need the golden chalice that activates the fountain of youth and if that goes anything like it did in the show, it will involve us breaking into a museum and stealing it." Sam's eyes bulged wide open.
"I'm sorry. Run that by me again." He said, grabbing my arm to stop me. "Why can't Dean and I help? We have plenty of experience in breaking in and entering." I rolled my eyes.
"Because, I need you guys to stay here and protect Dylan and Randy, and I'd rather you guys not reappear on the America's Most Wanted list."
"But what if you get caught?"
"We won't. We have magic on our side, remember?" I said, placing a soothing hand on his cheek and giving him a kiss. "Just let us handle this for once."
"Shar!" Kimberly called as she and Jessica rushed into the attic. "Everything okay up here?" she asked. I quickly glanced at them before staring back at Sam pleadingly. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, everything's good." He answered for me.
"Did you find anything yet?" Jessica asked. I smiled at Sam before picking up the open book.
"I found the chalice but it doesn't say anything about its location." Kimberly and Jessica came over and looked at the book.
"The Chalice of Time." Kimberly read. "Jess, do you think you could check with the elders. I know you're not our white lighter-" Jessica put her hands up to shush Kimberly.
"Hey, don't worry about it. The charmed ones and the Winchesters. I couldn't ask for anything more exciting." She said with a cheery smile before disappearing in white lights.
It didn't take long for Jessica to return. We were all back downstairs by Dylan's side. Luckily for us, the elders never allowed the chalice to slip through their fingers. That was the good news. The bad news was that unfortunately for us, it wasn't poorly supervised in a museum like we thought. The priceless artifact is actually a part of a special collection of art, resting in none other than the White House.
"Come again?" Sam stated when Jessica told us the great news.
"I always wanted to go to the White House." I said halfheartedly. Kimberly sat in the couch with a sigh, hiding her face in her hands.
"Plan B?" Randy suggested. Dean let out a humorless chuckle, knowing that we had no Plan B. Kimberly shook her head.
"No."
"I don't know Kim. I'm usually all for trespassing, but the White House seems a bit out of our league." Dean objected. Kimberly stood up and walked to the window silently.
"Kim, what do we do?" I asked. She took a moment to think before answering me.
"We stick to the plan."
"You cannot be serious." Sam almost barked out in disbelief. Kimberly grabbed my arm and began to drag me up the stairs. Sam followed us, continuing with his objection while Dean trailed behind us all after ordering Randy to stay downstairs with Dylan. "You're talking about breaking into and entering the White House. The home of the President of the United States. If they catch you, they'll assume you're an assassin, if not a terrorist." Kimberly shocked us all by stopping abruptly and spinning around on the staircase.
"I don't care Sam! Dylan is dying. Do you understand that?" she exclaimed.
"Well you're no good to her dead as well."
"And if it was Dean?" Kimberly through in his face. We all know the unhealthy codependent relationship they share. Sam could only stand in silence, knowing that he'd do anything to save his brother's life.
"Come on Shar." Kimberly said. We were just going to change into something all black and stretchy when Jessica stopped us.
"Wait!" she called. "If you guys would let me finish a sentence before jumping down my throat, you'd know it would be a little easier."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked. Jessica gave Dean two new I.D.'s.
"The four of you may want to spruce up a bit." She answered vaguely. Dean looked at the two fake IDs. One had a picture of Dean with the name Derek Striver and the other had a picture of Sam with the name Steven Bugle. He still didn't get it.
"For what?" he asked.
"Why, for the ball of course." Jessica stated with a smile.
"I don't understand. What's the plan exactly?" I asked.
"The President is hosting a charity ball in honor of the fallen soldiers overseas." Jessica explained. My eyes bulged out of my head.
"And we're crashing it?" I exclaimed. Jessica shrugged.
"Well, it's not really crashing if you're invited."
"And how is it that… Derek and Steven are invited?" Sam asked. Jessica cringed.
"We kind of had to pull a few strings… don't worry about it." Sam and I stared at her, flabbergasted by her actions.
"So how do we get in?" Kimberly asked, not really caring about the laws we were about to break.
"You'll be their plus ones." I huffed humorously.
"Sexist much?" I muttered. Kimberly gave me a look of disapproval. Changing the subject, I decided to get to work. "Time to put the conjuring spell to use."
"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned me. "What are you conjuring?"
"Clothes." I stated as if it was obvious.
"Sharnel, this is not the time for you to give into your shopping problems." Sam scolded me. I scoffed in offense.
"Sam, we're going to a ball in the White House. We have to look like we belong there. Do you really think you can just stroll up there in suits cheaper than the security uniforms?"
"Shar's right. This is a charity. We have to at least look like the President would think to invite us." Kimberly helped. I smiled happily.
"So, if you'd excuse me, I'm off to get us some Armani and Versace."
We quickly dressed ourselves to look like billionaires and rushed downstairs to Dylan. I sat next to Dylan and gently tucked some grays behind her ear.
"I know you're getting tired of hearing this, but you're going to be okay." I said softly. Dylan looked at me as if she heard me.
"What?!" she yelled. We all smiled at the cute deaf grandma before our eyes. I decided to give her a kiss on the cheek instead.
"Watch her." Kimberly told Randy as we held hands.
"Hurry." He responded. With a nod from Kimberly, Jessica took us away in a swirl of orbs.
"Okay, it's official. I'm never going to get used to that." Dean whined when we arrived at the White House.
"You're welcome." Jessica said sarcastically. "I've got to go guys. Good luck."
"Wait, why can't you just orb in and grab the chalice?" Dean asked.
"You know it doesn't work that way Dean. I've broken enough rules for one day, don't you think?" With that, Jessica left but didn't go far.
"So, how do we do this? Do we just stroll up to the door and ring the bell?" I asked when I saw no one outside to direct us.
"I doubt it'll be that easy." Sam said as we walked up to the most prestigious home on American soil. As expected, we were stopped at the gate by security that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Name." the huge muscular man said after giving us all a once over.
"Dr. Steven Bugle." Sam answered and handed the man his fake I.D. "This is my wife. Sharnel Hill." I handed over my I.D and tried not to let my hands shake. The man looked at the list and checked it off.
"And you two?" he asked Dean and Kimberly.
"Derek Striver and my wife Kimberly Joseph." Dean answered. The man checked their I.D.s and pressed a button to open the gates.
"Welcome to the White House." He stated in a monotonous voice as if he had been saying that one line over and over all night which he probably had.
"That was easy." Dean muttered to us as we entered the house. Then we all stopped dead in our tracks. The inside of the White House was covered with security, not to our surprise. Armed men, most likely part of the secret service, and cameras everywhere. We were guided into the ballroom and security stood in front of all the doors.
"Um, how in the hell are we supposed to pull this off?" I asked frantically.
"Stick to the plan." Kimberly stated simply. I raised my brows in confusion.
"What plan?" I asked.
"Go get us some drinks." Kimberly told Sam and Dean, ignoring my question.
"Is that anyway to talk to your husband?" Dean said jokingly. Kimberly answered with a glare and Sam chuckled.
"Come on Derek. Let's go be gentlemen and get our wives some drinks." When they returned, Kimberly downed half her champagne and I followed her example. She took my drink and gave it to Sam, after giving hers to Dean.
"If anyone asks, which they shouldn't, because you two should not make yourselves noticeable, we're in the ladies room." She told them.
"You're going to do this now?" Dean asked seeming a little worried.
"Dylan doesn't have all day, besides, the President is probably going to make some speech, and we wont be able to slip by during that." Kimberly said. Kimberly grabbed my arm and dragged me off.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the ladies room to freshen up." She answered giving a dazzling smile to the security as we scurried past them.
"Now what?" I asked once we were inside. Kimberly pushed me inside a stall and began tugging at the zipper to my dress. "I feel so used." I muttered. Kimberly and I quickly slipped out of our dresses, revealing the hidden layers underneath. Not only had we conjured our couture gowns but we also conjured dark bodysuits.
We kicked off our shoes and stretched the suits over our feet. Kimberly double checked the lock on the stall that we were in, climbed on top of the toilet and started to toy with the vent.
"Oh dear Lord." I muttered as I realized what the plan was.
"Give me a boost." She said. I sighed but complied, knowing that there was no other choice. We shimmied up into the vents, resealed it and left our dresses on top so that we could spot it easily on our way back.
"Which way is it?" I asked. Kimberly shrugged.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I slowly looked at my sister and realized that killing one to save the other wouldn't help, so we crawled on, stopping at each grate hoping to find an empty room with priceless artifacts. Just when I thought we were lost and wasting time, Kimberly said the two most beautiful words I've ever heard.
"Found it!" Kimberly carefully removed the grate and stuck her hand out to freeze the room, just in case someone was in there. She shimmied down and jumped to the ground. I hadn't noticed that the smile left her face and she stood frozen until I dropped down next to her and looked at her.
"What's wrong?" I asked before following her eye sight. We were in the right room because we could see the chalice across the room from us. The problem was there were hundreds of security lasers covering the space between us and the chalice. "Oh come on!" I moaned. Kimberly came behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "Rock paper scissors?" I suggested.
"Psh, I have to keep the room frozen, remember?" I sighed.
"Oh come on." I mumbled.
"You can do this Shar. That's why you're Phoebe."
"Why do they have these precautions anyway? Who would ever try to rob the President of the United States?!" I continued to whine.
"Don't worry. Dylan will get you Prada." I raised a brow at her.
"Prada? That chick owes me Louboutins if I make it through this."
"Just focus." Kimberly said. To be honest, the first few lines weren't too intimidating, but when I was about halfway through, that's when things got interesting. I was forced to lay flat on the ground, face down and use only my feet to slide me forward.
"Stop!" Kimberly said suddenly. I was sliding into a laser that went right across the ground.
"How am I to pass this?" I muttered more to myself than to Kimberly.
"Try the Phoebe thing." She urged. I rolled my eyes at her.
"If only you could see my face." I deadpanned. "Which Phoebe thing Kim?"
"The one where she kind of tumbled backwards and landed on her feet." My eyes went wide.
"Oh! That Phoebe thing! No sweat!" I said in a high pitch sarcastic voice. I rolled over onto my back and took a breath. Placing my hands by the side of my ears to base myself, I kicked off the ground and closed my eyes, praying that things go well. In one swift motion, my legs came over my head as my back came off the ground and before I knew it, I was on my feet. Kimberly clapped her hands in applause.
"Nicely down. See? No sweat." I flipped her the birdie before continuing through the maze of lasers everywhere. Finally, I made it and stared at the chalice that was in a glass box.
"I believe this is all you Piper." I stated. Kimberly blew up the glass and then froze it. I smiled at her and she smiled back proudly.
"I've never down that before. Glad that worked." She said. My eyes went wide.
"What?" I asked in shock.
"Chalice now, bitch later."
"Okay, well Phoebe and Piper did this correctly accept Phoebe just picked the chalice up. I'm going to learn from that mistake." I said as I slowly slid the chalice off the stand it was on. As anticipated, there was a button ready to release but because I slid it off slowly, I was able to put the back of my hand there. "Got it!" I said happily with the chalice in the other hand.
"Great! Come on, let's go." I was about to take a step when I realized…
"Uh Kim. If I let this button go, we'll get caught. The alarms will go off."
"Well, we can't stand here all day."
"Okay, then go. Get ready to crawl like the wind." I spoke as I started rubbing my boobs against the stand.
"Sharnel. What the hell are you doing?" Kimberly almost laughed.
"I'm wiping away my finger prints. Ready?"
"Yeah, on three." I nodded. "One." Kimberly said.
"Two." I continued.
"Three!" We said in unison. I quickly let the alarm button spring free. I ran over to Kimberly, grabbed her by the arms. She gave me a curious look, expecting me to give her a boost. I answered her silent question with a smug smile and then levitated without any warning. She squealed but not loud enough to be heard by anyone but me. As I hovered under the ceiling, I helped Kimberly climb in and then crawled in after her. By the time the door to the room opened we replaced the grate. The two of us moved as fast and as stealthily as possible back to the bathroom. When we finally saw the dresses in the vent, we let out a sigh of relief. Again, Kimberly removed the grate, and flashed her hands, freezing the bathroom just in case. She through our dresses down and then we climbed out before quickly pulling on our clothes.
"Jess!" I called. She quickly orbed into the bathroom and I handed the chalice to her. "We wont be able to sneak this out of here. Get it to the fountain and get it to Dylan."
"But I can't." she began to protest.
"Jessica, please." Kimberly asked. Jessica looked into our eyes and could not refuse. She orbed away. Giving each other a final once over, the two of us made our way back to the ball room, found Sam and Dean and walked up to them. We took the rest of our drinks and downed them. Dean looked at us with concern.
Even though it seemed like an hour to us, we were only gone for 20 minutes. Couples were waltzing away on the dance floor and if it wasn't for the swiftly moving guards, we would think that no one even noticed the alarm go off on the other side of the house.
"So, where is it?" Dean asked.
"We've got it." I said. "Let's get out of here."
"We can't." Kimberly objected. "Dylan is going to be fine, but we have to make sure to cover our tracks. We can't just flee."
"So what do you propose we do?" Sam asked her.
"We dance." She answered. She took Dean by the hand and escorted him to the dance floor with Sam and I on their tales. After a couple more songs, a group of security rushed over to President Obama and discretely informed him of some troubling news. Then the music was interrupted and the President made a gracious speech effectively ending the night.
On our way out, we noticed that people were being checked. I took a sigh of relief that we made Jessica take the chalice from us as we walked through the metal detectors once again.
"I can't believe we did it." I said once we were in the clear.
"Well, it's not over yet. We still have to kill our other sister." Kimberly mentioned.
"You think she's still alive?" Dean asked. Kimberly only sneered at the thought before calling for Jess.
"Let's go find out." She answered in a dark voice. I couldn't agree more. It was time to finish Cadence once and for all.
Fin. Let me know what you think. I got tired of rewriting this chapter so sorry if it's not what you expected. Review and feel free to offer up ideas for the next chapter. :)