Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 30, 2008 21:17:40 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve – Two First Meetings
Flashback
Flashback
Upstairs in the attic, Pat sat on the couch a notepad in her lap and a pencil in her hand. She was glaring at Wyatt. “Where did that idea come from?”
Wyatt scowled back at her. “Just write it down. Your mom said every idea gets tried.”
Pat wrote on the pad and turned her annoyed eyes back at Wyatt. You think you’re so smart. This is just going to waste out time. It’s insane. You can’t do that. It’s impossible. “Satisfied. I wrote it down.”
Wyatt smiled. “Good.”
Chris chuckled. “You have to admit, it’s a pretty odd idea.”
Wyatt shrugged. “Well, I happen to think it will work.”
“Any more ideas?” Prue asked everyone.
“None,” Wyatt announced. In truth, he had only had the one.
“I think that’s about it,” Chris agreed, “but I’ll tell you if I come up with another one.”
Leo sighed. “Other than seeing if we can get some more info from the elders, no.”
“You saw how helpful they were,” Chris scoffed. “Even Kevin, who was trying to help, couldn’t tell us much and I got the impression the elders didn’t really want him there.”
The door to the attic opened allowing first Piper, closely followed by Vicki and Andy into the attic.
Paige brought up the rear. She stopped just inside the attic and starred at Prue. It was the oddest thing, finally seeing her. She’d seen pictures, but Prue had been younger then. Prue’s face showed signs of stress brought on by whatever she had been through in this other reality both Piper and Andy mentioned. One thing was for certain though; she hadn’t died at thirty. In a whispered voice that bordered on awe, Paige called the one name she never thought she’d be able to. “Prue.”
Thought she hadn’t heard her name whispered, something caused Prue to look up. Waves of emotion swept over her as she grieved the quirky, independent sister she had lost, this face so familiar. She remembered all too well, the first time she had met Paige in her reality.
“That’s him,” Phoebe informed Prue and Piper. “That’s the boy in my premonition.”
“He doesn’t look dangerous,” Piper commented, eyeing the blond haired boy.
Phoebe gave her a look. “Did I ever say he was?”
“I believe she said he was in danger, not dangerous,” Prue told Piper.
“She also said that he started a fire,” Piper reminded her.
“As I recall when I first got back my powers I knocked down all the medicine off the shelves at the drug store,” Prue grinned. “We don’t always decide how we learn our powers.”
A dark haired woman walked over to the boy. She knelt down next to him. From where they stood they couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it seemed to calm the boy down a little.
“Should we wait until she’s gone?” Piper asked, watching the woman with the boy.
“Can’t say I relish the idea of risking his wrath while he doesn’t know how to control his power,” Prue muttered. “I don’t think we should risk the social worker though.”
“I’ll be right back,” the young woman called to the boy as she walked away.
The three sisters looked at each other before they started toward the boy. He saw them coming and his eyes turned weary. Phoebe stopped and looked at her sisters. “How about you let me talk to him?”
Prue sighed, but said nothing.
Piper nodded. “Try it.”
Phoebe walked the rest of the way without them. She stopped by where he sat, his legs swinging from the chair. She smiled, tentatively at him. “Hi. I’m Phoebe. What’s your name?”
He didn’t say anything.
Phoebe frowned. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he informed her.
“Did I say you did?”
“Yes,” he insisted.
Phoebe shook her head. “Nope. I said you were in trouble. I didn’t say you were the trouble. I see things and I saw a man and woman attack you.”
“My foster parents,” he informed her.
“Not exactly normal foster parents,” she commented. “They had balls of energy in their hands.”
The boy frowned. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I want to protect you from them,” she told him, “but you’ll need to come with me.”
“He’s not going anywhere with you,” a voice behind her informed her.
Phoebe turned her head enough to see the dark haired young woman behind her. She managed not to grimace, barely.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” the dark haired young woman demanded.
“I want to help him,” Phoebe insisted.
“I think it’s time you left,” the dark haired woman instructed.
Several feet away Prue and Piper watched the exchange. Piper’s fists kept clenching as she tried not to freeze the scene. Enough was enough she decided and waved her hands, freezing the room. Except things didn’t go the way she planned. The young woman kept moving.
The boy’s eyes grew wide as he noticed something very strange. “Miss Matthews, they quit moving.”
“Miss Matthews” looked in the direction the boy was looking. Her eyebrows both rose as she saw that there appeared to only be five people moving in visible range. She turned angry eyes to Phoebe. “What did you do?”
Piper turned freaked out eyes to Prue. “Okay, she’s either a witch or a powerful demon. Which? What do I do?”
“What did you say?” Miss Matthews glared at her. “What did you call me? I am not a witch and how could you call me a demon? Those things, if they exist, aren’t even human.”
“You’ve got that right,” Prue informed her. “Demon’s aren’t human. The way I see it, the fact that you weren’t affected by the freeze means you are either like us or you are more of a danger to that boy than anyone else here. Either way, I think both of you had better come with us. I don’t want innocents involved when someone tries to come after the boy.”
“Come after him? What are you talking about?”
“That’s why we’re here,” Phoebe offered. “Someone wants him dead.”
“And you want me to believe it’s not you.”
Before any of the three sisters could answer, the boy pointed at the door that had just opened allowing to people in. “No, it’s them.”
Prue smiled as she remembered that. Tyler was an amazing kid. He’d been freaked out by the whole thing at first, but he’d been more scared of his demon bounty hunter foster parents then he had been of them, so at his insistence, both he and Paige had come with them. They’d almost lost him that day, but in the end they had managed to save him and win a friend in Paige.
At his insistence Piper had bound his powers and then he had disappeared into the foster care system. They hadn’t seen him for a few years after that, only to have him appear on their doorstep the day Phoebe had been burned. He’d informed them that if he was going to be hunted down as a witch, then he at least wanted his powers so he could defend himself.