Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 30, 2008 22:05:04 GMT -5
Chapter Sixteen – First Attempts
Pat looked down at her list. “Power of three spell.”
Prue looked at her two sisters and sighed. “That will have to wait.”
“Why?” Paige wanted to know. The power of three once included Prue. Perhaps we could harness it with her since Phoebe isn’t here yet.
“I have no powers,” Prue reminded her, “so I’m pretty sure that I can’t call on the power of three. And besides that, here, I am no longer part of it. We’ll have to wait for Phoebe.”
“It’s worth a try,” Paige insisted.
Prue looked at Paige for several seconds and finally nodded. “Who wants to try writing one?”
“I’ll try,” Chris offered. He walked over to one of the shelves and reached up on top. Normally he would have orbed it down, but right now he weary and didn’t want to risk it being a problem. He pulled out another pad of paper and a pencil. It was one of the things he actually used that had belonged to his alternate reality self. On top of the shelf next to the notepad and pencil was a small box filled with spells, demonic descriptions, and the most depressing, something he never wanted Wyatt to see, a death list of those killed by his brother in the other reality. Near the end were two names, one that Wyatt wouldn’t know, since in this time line none of them had ever met her, but the other. . . Chris sighed as he turned to face everyone. Wyatt must never know her name was on there. “Just one?”
Prue shrugged. “Write however many spells you think you can think of, power of three and other ones. We’ll try them all, if we need to.”
Chris nodded as he walked over to the couch and sat down on the other side of Pat.
“What’s next?” Prue asked her older daughter.
Pat looked down at her list. “A potion that makes inanimate objects real.”
Prue looked at Piper. “Do you have one made up?”
Piper nodded. “I think so.” She walked over to the wall of potions and started looking through the names.
“While she’s looking, what’s third?” Prue asked, turning her attention back to her daughter.
Pat looked down at the list. “A summoning spell.”
Prue frowned. “What are we supposed to be summoning?”
Pat shrugged. “Us, I think.”
Prue sighed. That was what she figured. “Chris?”
Chris looked up. “Huh?”
“Can you try to write something like that?”
Chris nodded. “Sure. Writing one shouldn’t be too hard, not sure how well it will work though.”
“All ideas,” Prue reinforced, almost as if she was trying to convince herself.
“Right,” Chris said monotone. At least it was probably harmless if it backfired.
Piper walked over with a potion bottle. “I found one. Who wants to try it?”
“Any chance it will harm them?” Prue asked a bit apprehensive.
“Stomach ache, maybe,” Piper offered, unconcerned, “but other than that, no.”
“You drink it?” Vicki asked disgusted.
Piper gave her a wry look. “Considering it makes inanimate objects live, no.”
Vicki frowned, confused. “Then, why would it give you a stomach ache?”
“It kind of smells bad,” Piper admitted.
Vicki laughed. “I’ll try it.” She held out her hand to Piper.
Seeing the extended hand, Piper quirked her brow. “What?”
“You just have to break it, right?” Vicki asked for conformation. When Piper nodded she added reasonably. “Then, I’d rather I was the one to break it.”
Piper handed the potion over to Vicki.
Vicki walked over to the far corner of the attic away from everyone. She held the potion high and dropped it.
At the sound of breaking glass, Chris looked up. He tried to sense a change in the teen, but she seemed to be in one of the times when she was even less there to his senses than any of the others. Why is she like this? I’d say it was a power thing, except she doesn’t have hers right now . . . does she?
Smoke and fumes filled the air around Vicki and she wrinkled her nose. “You’re right, Aunt Piper. It reeks.”
Prue turned anxious eyes at Chris. “Chris?”
Chris shook his head. “No change.” She was still utterly chaotic.
Prue sighed. “Do you have a power of three spell for us to try?”
Chris nodded as he stood and walked over to his mom. He handed the spell to her.
Piper looked at her son, a smile on her face. “Thank you.”
Paige stood and walked over to Piper.
Prue stepped away from the podium and walked over to Piper and Paige. She looked at the spell in Piper’s hands. Prue grasped Piper’s free hand in hers.
Piper handed the spell to Paige and grasped Paige’s hand.
Paige held out the spell for the other two to read.
As one they chanted the spell Chris had written. “We call upon the power of three. Keep those we love where we want them to be. New reality, blend with old. Make their lives more than stories told.”
Once the spell was said, Prue turned her eyes to Chris. There was question in her eyes as she looked across the room at him.
Reluctantly, Chris shook his head. “Nothing new.”
Prue looked at Piper and Paige. “You can try it again when Phoebe gets here.” She looked over at her older daughter. “Pat, what’s our next idea?”