A Halliwell Future
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Category:
1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,561
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 3
Paige Halliwell part 3
“How far into the future is this!” Paige exclaimed.
“2029.” A voice came from behind them…
“And you are?”
“Someone who has the answers… aren’t you coming, Paige?”
“Why the Hell not.” Paige muttered as she and her sisters followed the enigmatic girl. They didn’t go inside, but returned to P3 with Phoebe complaining all the way. Once there they went inside. It was deserted, glass smashed on the floor, bottles of alcohol still behind the dusty bar, rubbish abandoned in every corner. Piper winced, her fingers itching to start cleaning the place up but they didn’t stop. They went into the back room where Chris had been sleeping in the ‘past’ and the girl walked over to a wall. Once there she took out her athame. This time, not so afraid of the girl, Paige examined the blame and saw on the edge of the handle was the triquatra symbol. The girl-woman then calmly slashed her palm and placed it on the wall which began to glow blue but not in the shape of a triquatra like back at the house in the ‘past’, more like an oblong; like a door. The girl chanted and suddenly all five on them were somewhere else. It looked like a really cheep hotel, dark décor, tattered and aged.
“Where are we?” Paige asked.
“You are looking at the Head Quarters of the Resistance. Welcome.” She smiled bitterly.
“Resistance against what.”
“Evil.” She said, it was Paige’s ‘like duh’ voice.
“The Source?” Phoebe asked, worried.
“Wyatt Halliwell.”
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“You’re lying.” Piper was furious, hands poised to blow the girl up.
“No I’m not!” she sounded indignant, young for the first time. “It’s not my fault you died and your son got lost along the way. It’s not my fault Melinda followed or that Burn did. I didn’t want him too – I would have done anything to stop him but I couldn’t, ok! And it’s not my fault that Chris and I didn’t!”
“Chris?” Paige picked up on.
“You know Chris?”
“If I know you then I know Chris.” She said as if it was obvious.
“Why? Do we know Chris?” Phoebe asked. The girl looked at her for the first time since they’d met earlier today, fear and pain evident in her eyes even though she attempted to cover it up with bravado.
“No. You are dead. But Paige knows him. And so did Piper.”
“Wait, I’m alive?” Paige asked, surprised and delighted although the unhappy news was she was going to live to see both her sisters die.
“Yep. 100%. We can go see you know. Paige’ll know what to do. Paige Halliwell always does.”
“I’m a Halliwell? My last name is Matthews.”
“You changed it, after the Resistance was formed. There was no power behind ‘Matthews’, although you later named your son Matthew. As a ‘Halliwell’ you made people feel more safe and cofident. We needed hope and only a Charmed Halliwell could give it to us.”
“How far into the future is this!” Paige exclaimed.
“2029.” A voice came from behind them…
“And you are?”
“Someone who has the answers… aren’t you coming, Paige?”
“Why the Hell not.” Paige muttered as she and her sisters followed the enigmatic girl. They didn’t go inside, but returned to P3 with Phoebe complaining all the way. Once there they went inside. It was deserted, glass smashed on the floor, bottles of alcohol still behind the dusty bar, rubbish abandoned in every corner. Piper winced, her fingers itching to start cleaning the place up but they didn’t stop. They went into the back room where Chris had been sleeping in the ‘past’ and the girl walked over to a wall. Once there she took out her athame. This time, not so afraid of the girl, Paige examined the blame and saw on the edge of the handle was the triquatra symbol. The girl-woman then calmly slashed her palm and placed it on the wall which began to glow blue but not in the shape of a triquatra like back at the house in the ‘past’, more like an oblong; like a door. The girl chanted and suddenly all five on them were somewhere else. It looked like a really cheep hotel, dark décor, tattered and aged.
“Where are we?” Paige asked.
“You are looking at the Head Quarters of the Resistance. Welcome.” She smiled bitterly.
“Resistance against what.”
“Evil.” She said, it was Paige’s ‘like duh’ voice.
“The Source?” Phoebe asked, worried.
“Wyatt Halliwell.”
CharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmedCharmed
“You’re lying.” Piper was furious, hands poised to blow the girl up.
“No I’m not!” she sounded indignant, young for the first time. “It’s not my fault you died and your son got lost along the way. It’s not my fault Melinda followed or that Burn did. I didn’t want him too – I would have done anything to stop him but I couldn’t, ok! And it’s not my fault that Chris and I didn’t!”
“Chris?” Paige picked up on.
“You know Chris?”
“If I know you then I know Chris.” She said as if it was obvious.
“Why? Do we know Chris?” Phoebe asked. The girl looked at her for the first time since they’d met earlier today, fear and pain evident in her eyes even though she attempted to cover it up with bravado.
“No. You are dead. But Paige knows him. And so did Piper.”
“Wait, I’m alive?” Paige asked, surprised and delighted although the unhappy news was she was going to live to see both her sisters die.
“Yep. 100%. We can go see you know. Paige’ll know what to do. Paige Halliwell always does.”
“I’m a Halliwell? My last name is Matthews.”
“You changed it, after the Resistance was formed. There was no power behind ‘Matthews’, although you later named your son Matthew. As a ‘Halliwell’ you made people feel more safe and cofident. We needed hope and only a Charmed Halliwell could give it to us.”