April 20, 2014

The One That Got Away—Katy Perry (4:50)

Charmed

Piper, Phoebe and Paige

"Dammit," Piper cursed under her breath as she stretched just a little more on her toes and felt around in the cabinet. That vase had to be up there. She distinctly remembered shoving it up there the other day. "Where are you?" Her fingers knocked against something hard and she grasped it to pull it down to her. "Finally." Only it wasn't glass and it wasn't a vase. It was a wooden box.

Vague memories assaulted her as she studied the box with a frown.

Leave it to me to fall for a dead man. She had said as they watched Mark's funeral.

Phoebe had hugged her then. It's an improvement. At least he wasn't a warlock.

Piper's lips twitched and then a snicker escaped her. "Me and my thing for dead men," she giggled to herself. "Oh God." She drew in a breath and then unable to help herself she started laughing.

She couldn't stop the laughter and fell to her knees tears streaming down her face at the irony. It wasn't really that funny but something about it just hit her and she couldn't stop.

"Piper?" Phoebe asked and knelt down beside her seemingly hysterical sister. "What's wrong?"

Piper looked up and saw Phoebe on the kitchen floor behind her. Paige was standing in the doorway with Wyatt on her hip. Shaking her head she thrust the box towards her sister. "D-do you remem-member Mark?" She asked. Phoebe shook her head with a confused expression. "The ghost? The one with Yama after him?"

Phoebe's face cleared and she nodded. "That's one of the cases where you got kidnapped isn't it? And Prue nearly got shot."

"Shot?" Paige yelped and then bounced Wyatt when he fussed.

Piper shot Phoebe a quelling look…or as much of one as she could manage with stray giggles still bursting from between her lips. "So not the point. Do you remember what I said at Mark's funeral?" Phoebe shook her head. "'Leave it to me to fall for a dead guy.' Remember?" Phoebe slowly nodded. "Who or actually what did I end up marrying, Phoebe?"

Phoebe's eyes widened and her lips twitched. "A Whitelighter," she replied. "Which is technically a dead man." Her eyes lit with mirth and she started giggling. "Oh my God," she gasped out. "Talk about ironic."

Paige stared at her hysterical sisters for a moment and then turned her attention to the baby in her arms. "Your mommy and Auntie Phoebe are crazy, you know that right?"

Wyatt just gave her a gummy grin and clapped his hands together.