IAuthor's Note: There will not be that accelerated growth thing for supe babies, how could the Thundermans have possibly been able to keep Chloe secret if that actually was a thing?
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Chapter 6
Halliwell Manor, Present:
Paige orbs herself and Phoebe Thunderman over to her maternal family's ancestral home, texting her sister Phoebe to get to the Manor, " Piper, family emergency! "
Coop remote beams Phoebe over as Piper runs downstairs, her kids were staying the night with their grandfather, her dad, Victor, " Paige, what is going on? " Piper asks.
" My daughter and her boyfriend were spirited off through a spell, and more to the point I can't sense either one of them…" Paige looks at Phoebe Thunderman, " I'm gonna call you Rachel for now, okay? Anyhow Rachel here, along with Hank saw swirling golden lights take them away. "
Piper and Phoebe both groan at this, then their hands fly to their temples simultaneously, " Goddess, they're in the past, shortly after we awakened as the Charmed Ones. " Piper says, rubbing her aching temples.
" Ooh, I remember that now, they appeared shortly after we summoned Melinda Warren after Prue accidentally released the warlock Mathew Tate from the locket Melinda cursed him into just before she was burned. They were very careful not to use their full names. Goddess, Paige was pregnant with Parisa at the time, and if I'm right, since it was December when they showed up, you and Max hadn't been born yet either. " Phoebe moans.
Phoebe, currently being called by one of her middle names, face palms, " Only my twin and his girlfriend could get sent to the past before they were even born. "
" Thing is we don't know how they get back. " Piper says.
" Well, let's get researching people, you too, Rachel, we're off to Magic School. Leo still there? " Paige says.
Piper nods, and Paige orbs them all to Magic School, specifically the library so they could start researching to get Parisa and Max back to their own time.
Halliwell Manor, 1998:
Max and Parisa wake up around noon, and Max sees the boyfriend pile of clothes sitting in a laundry basket outside of the guest room, another laundry basket had the clothes from the sister's teen years in it, those that looked like they would fit Parisa. The blonde looks through the clothes, and sizes before finding a pair of black denim capris that would fit her first. Max winces as he looks through the boyfriend pile of clothes until he finds a gray ACDC t-shirt he could tolerate, he looks through the jeans next, and finds some black jeans that would be tolerable. He was not expecting Parisa to look through the shirts in the boyfriend pile though. " What no shirts to your liking, ma belle impératrice? "
She indicates over her shoulder, and Max winces, " I see your point, they only gave you Prue and Piper's teenaged clothes, didn't they? "
Parisa nods at this, and grins before resizing the clothes chosen. By unspoken agreement they head for separate bathrooms, and get ready for the day. Parisa was just glad there were the much needed feminine supplies ready, and she downs another two Midol, writing it down on the chart kept in there. Made sense to keep track of something like that, especially with three women sharing the house. She does end up using Prue's toiletries, they were more tolerable to her. Max finds some Irish Spring bar soap, and non-scented shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom he was using. The teens both emerge at the same time, and Max did take some pride in his looks.
They walk downstairs, and find Piper had left some food for them in the oven, keeping it warm. Max sighs as he inhales, " How is it only Chris inherited any culinary ability? "
Parisa shrugs, " Have you seen what Wyatt can do in the kitchen? None of us understand the eldritch, unholy creations he creates when he cooks, while wrecking the kitchen. "
Max shudders, " Chris tells me about them in his letters to me. Where's the maple syrup? "
Parisa teleorbs it onto the counter, and the teens settle in to eat their made from scratch blueberry pancakes. Once that was done they shrug and start to do some minor things around the Manor. They couldn't exactly go outside as they didn't want anyone to know they were here, that would be BAD. Finding out the windows needed cleaned, well, they set to work, though Max also used his telekinesis to clean the hard to reach places as well. The sisters are stunned when they get home, as not only had Max and Parisa cleaned the windows, and dusted the hard to reach places, they had also polished the stairs and banister, along with a few other furnishings as well. " You two are making me feel incredibly guilty. " Phoebe says.
" Well, since we don't want anyone to know we're here we decided to do something to keep from being bored. Oh, telekinesis is good for cleaning the hard to reach places, and no it's not personal gain, not for you three right now. Consider doing things like that as training exercises. " Parisa says when Prue looks like she's going to object.
" I may have also checked on the wiring in the Manor. I'd recommend getting someone competent out to upgrade it, soon. " Max says.
Piper sighs, but puts that on the list, the upkeep of the Manor was not easy, but it was a part of their heritage. " Did you notice anything else major that needs to be done? " Piper asks them.
Parisa cocks her head to the side, she wouldn't say anything about the loose floorboard in the attic that would be vital for Chris in the near future. " How about some more non-scented hygiene products? " Max suggests.
The sisters all giggle at this, " Fair enough, we should keep that around just in case, along with other toiletries as well. " Prue admits.
" Oh, I also am borrowing your generic allergy meds, I'm allergic to cats. Might I suggest finding a way to get better ventilation in the Manor, and maybe finding some way to clean the vents, or at least check the ventilation filters? " Max asks.
Parisa looks at Max apologetically, she had forgotten about Kitt. " You're alright, aren't you, Max? " Piper asks, switching over to mother hen mode.
" Yeah, your home is ventilated decently enough, but for future reference…" Max says, shrugging.
The sisters all nod at this, and Prue calls her ex-boyfriend Andy Trudeau to ask about reputable electricians that could get the Manor's wiring up to code. Being a cop Andy should be able to help out with that. The wiring was more important than anything else currently, they really should get that checked every so often. " Max, how do you know so much about wiring anyhow? " Phoebe asks the male teen.
Max groans, " Let's just say tech is something I'm good with, and you need wires for tech. "
Parisa grins at him, " He only learned that much about electrical engineering so he could have his tech set up the way he wanted and not have to worry about overloading the breakers. "
Max glares at her before sighing, and allowing himself to collapse on a couch in the parlor, then he pulls Parisa down with him, " Seriously, consider doing the household chores as training your powers, especially you, Prue. Like say the area under the fridge, or the grandfather clock, or even learning how to hold those up with only your mind while someone else cleans under them, before you set them down. "
Prue cocks her head to the side, they did need to practice with their powers, if only so they wouldn't get caught flat footed like they had with Jeremy. " Piper, for you I would recommend meditation, if only to try and keep your emotions at a more even keel. You should all also learn how to kick ass the old fashioned way too. What happens if you can't use your powers? " Parisa says.
Phoebe smirks at this, she had lived in New York, she was also a black belt in her chosen Martial Art as well, Piper and Prue both wince, " Fair enough, we should at the very least be carrying Pepper Spray with us. " Prue admits.
Phoebe looks at her oldest sister, " I, at least, am a realistic idealist. I know damned well how cruel humanity can be, and do not take for granted that I will never be assaulted simply going for a walk. Maybe you should look up the sexual assault stats for San Francisco. "
Piper especially winces at this, " I'm gonna make dinner, any suggestions? "
" Is Chicken Cacciatore possible? " Max asks.
" Minus the mushrooms. " Parisa adds.
Piper grins, " I can do that, I got some chicken out to thaw three days ago. "
The teens cheer, they only got good food when they were at the Manor in their time. Barb could not cook, Paige was good a reheating and instant meals, Henry could grill, though Nora was good at cooking with her heat vision. All told this meant that the only time they got good meals was when they were visiting Chris, " Any side preferences? "
" Set up a mini salad bar, and how many dressings do you have? " Max asks.
" Italian, Ranch, French, Thousand Island, and a Balsamic Vinaigrette. " Piper answers immediately, " I like that idea, that way everyone can choose what they want in their salads, and it also means I have chopped vegetables ready for stir fry's, and other things. "
Magic School Library, Max and Parisa's Present:
Paige rubs her eyes wearily, " Whatever we do, we have to make sure that the past Piper and Phoebe do not remember Max and Parisa's visit, starting when? "
" We forgot when Andy Trudeau died, as Max had suggested we get the wiring of the Manor up to code. " Piper says.
" Makes sense grief would cause you to forget some things, " Phoebe/Rachel admits, she was also reading through the books
" I'm reasonably sure Melinda knew the truth though. " Phoebe Halliwell-Heart says.
" Naturally, she was dead, so of course she could sense Parisa was descended from her. " Piper admits, " Crafting this spell is not going to be easy. "
" Don't I know it. " Paige says, even Leo was helping out with the research, mostly by getting books he thought would help, though he did get Phoebe/Rachel one on Advanced Telekinesis. There were no books on Heat Breath or Freeze Breath in Magic School though.
Halliwell Manor, 1998:
All five occupants of the Manor settle around the table once they have their food, and just eat in silence for the most part, enjoying Piper's cooking. Especially Max and Parisa, since they mostly lived off of take out, cereal, sandwiches, and ramen. Prue and Phoebe did not know how good they had it, having an actual chef as a sister. Damned thing was only Chris had inherited Piper's talents in the Culinary Arts irritatingly enough.
" Aren't your families going to be worried about you? " Prue asks the teens.
Both of them lightly bang their heads on the table, " We are both, in this time, still in the womb. " Parisa finally answers, " Hence why we have not given out our family names. "
All three sisters stare at them, " I guess that would explain why you are staying in the Manor, you technically don't exist yet. " Prue says, the first sister to have her brain reboot.
" Yeah, so we're just chilling until those back home work out how to get us back. " Max admits, " While normally I loathe housework, it gives me something to do, and a home like the Manor needs a lot of TLC anyhow. "
" It's not like the Manor getting the cosmetic TLC it needs will adversely affect things, but the yardwork and landscaping you three still have to do. " Parisa adds firmly.
Juuban, Max and Parisa's Present:
Sailor Jupiter laces the entire area around the youma she and Mercury were currently dealing with, with her electrokinesis, the voltage up to lightning levels. She could control the voltage easily enough, and she was the only melee fighter currently. Mercury was needed to determine how the Hell they were going to beat this current pest. The youma snarls, and punches the ground, pulling up a huge boulder. Jupiter swears, turns on her heel, and grabs Mercury around the waist before leaping out of the way.
Mercury's eyes are wide, " Super strength, lovely. That's just what we needed. "
Jupiter had to agree with her sister senshi there. Jupiter was the strongest physically of the Inner Court, but she knew damned well getting up close and personal was out of the question. She also knew that she did not want to deal with Sailor Mars anytime soon. " You get what you needed to formulate a winning strategy? "
" Unfortunately, no. " Mercury says.
Jupiter sighs at this, " Flower Hurricane! "
Mercury resumes her scanning while Jupiter does her best to keep their foe contained. The youma shakes off the effects of the Flower Hurricane, and Jupiter sighs the Lightning Knuckle and Double Axle were out of the question, using the Thunderstorm would leave Mercury vulnerable, and the Bolt of Zeus, well…she was hoping to Hades she would not have to use that level of overkill.
" Jupiter Thunderbolt! " she makes the dispersion area as wide as possible while still maintaining the lethality of the attack.
The youma dodges, and Jupiter swears under her breath, why the Tartarus did they have to get a youma with super strength? " My guardian Jupiter, bring on the storm, call down the lightning, unleash the thunder! Supreme Thunder Crash! "
Mercury types as fast as she can, knowing that Jupiter could not afford to get up close and personal with this youma. Yes, Jupiter was physically strong, but not to that degree. A golden beam of light flashes past just then and Jupiter sighs in relief, Venus had made the scene.
Up on a rooftop Sailor Venus frowns thoughtfully, if Jupiter was not engaging the youma that meant it was not safe for her to do so, and she did not feel comfortable leaving Mercury unguarded, " Utsukushi-sa no wakusei, kinboshi no hogo, ai no gādian, sērāvu~īnasu! Watashi wa ai no chikara de anata o bassuru koto o kyoka!(Protected by Venus, the planet of beauty, Guardian of Love, Sailor Venus! Allow me to punish you with the power of love)! "
While she would generally never give her introduction like that her sister senshi needed a distraction, " Venus Love, Megaton Shower! "
This attack slams into the youma, and then Venus sees why Jupiter was keeping her distance as the youma punches into the ground, and rips up a massive piece of street, " Crescent Super Beam! "
Even as she destroys that boulder sent her way she is on the move, she had to buy Mercury enough time to figure out how to beat this youma. Mercury's blue eyes narrow, and she presses a few buttons on her Data Computer to relay the plan to Jupiter and Venus. Blowing up a car to stop a youma was a small price to pay in comparison to human lives. Though all emergency personnel, reporters, and photographers along with law officers had to sign waivers that stated they understood the risks of being anywhere near a senshi battle, and that the senshi were in no way responsible for any injuries they may sustain. Many editors and police chiefs, along with fire chiefs laughed their asses off when Sailor Mercury sent the form en masse to them all.
Insurance companies loved Sailor Mercury for that as that meant they only had to pay out claims to any that were caught unawares by the attacks, and the spouses of said Idiots couldn't sue the senshi.
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