A Halliwell Future
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1 through F › Charmed
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,562
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Recommended:
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Paige Halliwell 4
Paige Halliwell part 4
“Paige’ll know what to do. Paige Halliwell always does.”
It was like she was asleep again and looking into the mirror, only this time the mirror was looking back and she couldn’t wake up. Tattooed Paige, Paige Halliwell (Paige H), was scary. The fact that Paige Matthews (Paige M) was to become this person with battle hardened eyes and tatts and scars was a scary thought.
The girl, who’s name they had still not managed to find out, had taken them from the ‘reception’ area of the ‘hotel’ that appeared to be beneath P3, or rather, what now was P3; a ruin, to a bedroom. A single cot (not bed) was in the centre of the back wall, no windows to let light into the room just a few candles on the walls like some medieval dungeon, and a desk decorated the room. Instead of an en-suit bathroom there was a witch’s lab; potion vials, volumes on ancient magics and spell books, a newer version of a Book of Shadows, herbs and incense and candles. A chalk circle took up the carpet space and once again there was no natural light. Paige H stood opposite Paige M.
“It’s like The Twilight Zone.” They whispered together.
“Your telling me!” Huffed Piper as Phoebe examined her sister(s). “It’s not natural.” She added.
“I take it you’ve met Phaedra.” Paige H said coolly and gestured to the young woman who was now slouching against Paige H’s desk.
“Kinda. Who is she, exactly?” Phoebe said earning a twisted smile from Phaedra and an eyebrow lift from Paige H.
“Your daughter.”
“Oh. Oh my god!” Phoebe said, turning to look at her daughter. Nineteen year old Phaedra looked back. Phoebe’s hair and skin tone, her figure, her height. Not her eyes, though. Must get them from her father, Paige M thought just as Phoebe thought to ask the question. But Phaedra butted in first.
“It’s ok. That you didn’t recognize me. Many people don’t. I have my father’s name, it offers a little protection, and you died when I was really young. I couldn’t even speak, but Burn could.”
“Burn?” Phoebe asked, the name nagged at her.
“Burn is my twin brother. He could speak from practically word go. He started walking at ten months, and running at thirteen. He was talking in proper sentences at eighteen months. I didn’t talk until I was… how old Auntie Paige?” Phaedra asked Paige H.
“Three. Your father nearly killed himself trying to find out what was wrong. Luckily it was just you being stubborn.”
“That and the fact I was telepathic from the womb.” Phaedra added. As a young child she honestly hadn’t understood the need to speak when Burn and her parents had understood her every thought. To her talking seemed a totally unnecessary form of communication and completely inefficient. However, she had only that the power of Thought Projection when she had been born; she hadn’t learnt how to read people’s minds until after puberty.
“Wait. You said Burn was with Wyatt.” Paige M said impatiently.
“Yes. He left after Matthew’s death. We were fifteen.” She responded sadly with a soft look at her aunt.
“Matthew’s my, I mean your son, right?” Paige M wanted to clarify.
“Yes. But not my only child. Penelope is in hiding with her father. He’s a mortal.” Paige H said.
“What a waste of a good woman!” chuckled an all too familiar voice as an image they’d all tried to forget shimmered into the cruddy hotel room.
“So,” Cole Turner began, “Who brought my wife back from the dead?”
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Cole Turner, part one
“Uh. What. Oh God. Why. I mean… What…?” Phoebe stuttered.
Paige H was amused. Piper was astounded. Paige M was furious. Leo was concernd. He’d stayed quiet so far, taking in the future information but they hadn’t given him anything he could use. Names of children yet to come, and the fact his son was going to… He wasn’t sure if he believed it but he would stop it. For Wyatt’s sake. But in the mean time they had to deal with the fact Cole Turner wasn’t dead. Again.
“What the Hell is it going to take to Kill You!” Paige M burst out.
“Ouch. Not very friendly, Paige.” Cole said, not at all offended but slightly surprised to see the three… no four… sisters together all in the same time period.
“Hey, you are the one who keeps coming back from the dead, it’s a fair enough question, Cole.” Paige H said, warmly. All three past sisters turned to stare at her. “What? A girl can’t be nice to her brother-in-law?”
“No.” Paige M said.
“So, not my wife?” Cole said, gesturing in Phoebe’s direction.
“Ex-wife!” Phoebe said, outraged.
“That’s what you think.” Paige H smirked.
“Huh. No. I wouldn’t… Would I!” Phoebe stuttered.
“You did.” Phaedra said from the corner.
“Huh?”
“Well how do you think I got here? The magical storm came and dropped me off?” Phaedra said sarcastically.
“Phae, don’t talk to your mother like that!” Cole scolded while he went over to her to put an arm around her shoulders.
“Sorry daddy,” she said saccharinely sweetly, “but she isn’t technically my mother yet is she.”
“Ah well then it’s forgivable.” Cole told her.
Phaedra sighed. “Ok. I’ll say sorry! Sorry, Phoebe.”
“Ouch.” Paige H muttered. Didn’t call her mom.
“Paige’ll know what to do. Paige Halliwell always does.”
It was like she was asleep again and looking into the mirror, only this time the mirror was looking back and she couldn’t wake up. Tattooed Paige, Paige Halliwell (Paige H), was scary. The fact that Paige Matthews (Paige M) was to become this person with battle hardened eyes and tatts and scars was a scary thought.
The girl, who’s name they had still not managed to find out, had taken them from the ‘reception’ area of the ‘hotel’ that appeared to be beneath P3, or rather, what now was P3; a ruin, to a bedroom. A single cot (not bed) was in the centre of the back wall, no windows to let light into the room just a few candles on the walls like some medieval dungeon, and a desk decorated the room. Instead of an en-suit bathroom there was a witch’s lab; potion vials, volumes on ancient magics and spell books, a newer version of a Book of Shadows, herbs and incense and candles. A chalk circle took up the carpet space and once again there was no natural light. Paige H stood opposite Paige M.
“It’s like The Twilight Zone.” They whispered together.
“Your telling me!” Huffed Piper as Phoebe examined her sister(s). “It’s not natural.” She added.
“I take it you’ve met Phaedra.” Paige H said coolly and gestured to the young woman who was now slouching against Paige H’s desk.
“Kinda. Who is she, exactly?” Phoebe said earning a twisted smile from Phaedra and an eyebrow lift from Paige H.
“Your daughter.”
“Oh. Oh my god!” Phoebe said, turning to look at her daughter. Nineteen year old Phaedra looked back. Phoebe’s hair and skin tone, her figure, her height. Not her eyes, though. Must get them from her father, Paige M thought just as Phoebe thought to ask the question. But Phaedra butted in first.
“It’s ok. That you didn’t recognize me. Many people don’t. I have my father’s name, it offers a little protection, and you died when I was really young. I couldn’t even speak, but Burn could.”
“Burn?” Phoebe asked, the name nagged at her.
“Burn is my twin brother. He could speak from practically word go. He started walking at ten months, and running at thirteen. He was talking in proper sentences at eighteen months. I didn’t talk until I was… how old Auntie Paige?” Phaedra asked Paige H.
“Three. Your father nearly killed himself trying to find out what was wrong. Luckily it was just you being stubborn.”
“That and the fact I was telepathic from the womb.” Phaedra added. As a young child she honestly hadn’t understood the need to speak when Burn and her parents had understood her every thought. To her talking seemed a totally unnecessary form of communication and completely inefficient. However, she had only that the power of Thought Projection when she had been born; she hadn’t learnt how to read people’s minds until after puberty.
“Wait. You said Burn was with Wyatt.” Paige M said impatiently.
“Yes. He left after Matthew’s death. We were fifteen.” She responded sadly with a soft look at her aunt.
“Matthew’s my, I mean your son, right?” Paige M wanted to clarify.
“Yes. But not my only child. Penelope is in hiding with her father. He’s a mortal.” Paige H said.
“What a waste of a good woman!” chuckled an all too familiar voice as an image they’d all tried to forget shimmered into the cruddy hotel room.
“So,” Cole Turner began, “Who brought my wife back from the dead?”
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Cole Turner, part one
“Uh. What. Oh God. Why. I mean… What…?” Phoebe stuttered.
Paige H was amused. Piper was astounded. Paige M was furious. Leo was concernd. He’d stayed quiet so far, taking in the future information but they hadn’t given him anything he could use. Names of children yet to come, and the fact his son was going to… He wasn’t sure if he believed it but he would stop it. For Wyatt’s sake. But in the mean time they had to deal with the fact Cole Turner wasn’t dead. Again.
“What the Hell is it going to take to Kill You!” Paige M burst out.
“Ouch. Not very friendly, Paige.” Cole said, not at all offended but slightly surprised to see the three… no four… sisters together all in the same time period.
“Hey, you are the one who keeps coming back from the dead, it’s a fair enough question, Cole.” Paige H said, warmly. All three past sisters turned to stare at her. “What? A girl can’t be nice to her brother-in-law?”
“No.” Paige M said.
“So, not my wife?” Cole said, gesturing in Phoebe’s direction.
“Ex-wife!” Phoebe said, outraged.
“That’s what you think.” Paige H smirked.
“Huh. No. I wouldn’t… Would I!” Phoebe stuttered.
“You did.” Phaedra said from the corner.
“Huh?”
“Well how do you think I got here? The magical storm came and dropped me off?” Phaedra said sarcastically.
“Phae, don’t talk to your mother like that!” Cole scolded while he went over to her to put an arm around her shoulders.
“Sorry daddy,” she said saccharinely sweetly, “but she isn’t technically my mother yet is she.”
“Ah well then it’s forgivable.” Cole told her.
Phaedra sighed. “Ok. I’ll say sorry! Sorry, Phoebe.”
“Ouch.” Paige H muttered. Didn’t call her mom.