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A Halliwell Future
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,559
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Paige Halliwell 2
Paige Halliwell, part two
“I think I know where we are.” Piper said calmly, turning to her sisters and ex-husband. “We’re in Chris’s future.”
“How do you know that honey?” Phoebe asked, looking around as if to see some invisible clue that Piper had gotten.
“I don’t know. It just makes sense. Chris going missing like that, then the portal turning up and now we’re in a different time? Besides, he’s always hinting that the future is a horrible place. Maybe this is the future he grew up in.”
“Ok. So what do we do now?” Paige said cheerfully.
“We find us.” Piper said.
“The house?” Phoebe added and with a nod of consent from Leo they made their way back to the Halliwell Manor.
“It’s a lot quicker my car.” Phoebe observed as they finally reached their street.
“Or when you’re not wearing high heals.” Paige observed pointing to her stylish flat boots. Phoebe glared and Piper stopped dead.
“This isn’t right.” She muttered. The house, still pink and beautiful, looked empty and hollow. Outside there was a plaque. It read ‘Halliwell Museum’.
“We’re dead?” Phoebe figured, since they would never allow their home to be turned into some sort of exhibit.
“How far into the future is this!” Paige exclaimed.
“2029.” A voice came from behind them. They span around to face a girl, no older than twenty herself. She was dressed in khaki combat trousers and a black t-shirt. Her long brown hair was tied back in a plat and her grey eyes were cold. In her hand was an athame which she quickly put back into her trouser belt.
“And you are?” Paige asked bitingly.
The corner of the girl’s lip quivered as if about to turn her sober expression into a smile. “Someone who has the answers.”
“Fine then, if you have all the answers then who are we?” Paige countered, not willing to trust anyone in Chris’s future.
This time although her lips stayed compressed in a thin line something lit up in her eyes akin to humour or maybe respect. “People with questions.” She turned away and started to walk off, not even turning to call back; “aren’t you coming, Paige?”
“I think I know where we are.” Piper said calmly, turning to her sisters and ex-husband. “We’re in Chris’s future.”
“How do you know that honey?” Phoebe asked, looking around as if to see some invisible clue that Piper had gotten.
“I don’t know. It just makes sense. Chris going missing like that, then the portal turning up and now we’re in a different time? Besides, he’s always hinting that the future is a horrible place. Maybe this is the future he grew up in.”
“Ok. So what do we do now?” Paige said cheerfully.
“We find us.” Piper said.
“The house?” Phoebe added and with a nod of consent from Leo they made their way back to the Halliwell Manor.
“It’s a lot quicker my car.” Phoebe observed as they finally reached their street.
“Or when you’re not wearing high heals.” Paige observed pointing to her stylish flat boots. Phoebe glared and Piper stopped dead.
“This isn’t right.” She muttered. The house, still pink and beautiful, looked empty and hollow. Outside there was a plaque. It read ‘Halliwell Museum’.
“We’re dead?” Phoebe figured, since they would never allow their home to be turned into some sort of exhibit.
“How far into the future is this!” Paige exclaimed.
“2029.” A voice came from behind them. They span around to face a girl, no older than twenty herself. She was dressed in khaki combat trousers and a black t-shirt. Her long brown hair was tied back in a plat and her grey eyes were cold. In her hand was an athame which she quickly put back into her trouser belt.
“And you are?” Paige asked bitingly.
The corner of the girl’s lip quivered as if about to turn her sober expression into a smile. “Someone who has the answers.”
“Fine then, if you have all the answers then who are we?” Paige countered, not willing to trust anyone in Chris’s future.
This time although her lips stayed compressed in a thin line something lit up in her eyes akin to humour or maybe respect. “People with questions.” She turned away and started to walk off, not even turning to call back; “aren’t you coming, Paige?”