Post by StoryGirl83 on Oct 21, 2008 11:21:10 GMT -5
Chapter Two – To Get Out of Bed or Not
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In the Halliwell manor, the covers of Piper and Leo’s bed where twisted around Piper. Leo shivered. With his eyes closed he began to complain, “Leo, you’re hogging the . . .” and that was as far he got before Piper finished the sentence in her mind, blanket. Piper’s eyes flew open and she looked around. I’m on the wrong side of the bed. She rubbed her eyes and froze as another problem became apparent. Those are not my hands. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and turned to look at the other side of the bed. She groaned as she saw herself sound asleep with the covers wrapped firmly around her body. What is going on?
By the window blue-white orbs turned into Leo in Chris body. He grinned, enjoying the feeling of being able to orb, and looked around. In the time since his conversation with Chris he has changed and was ready for the day. He spotted Piper in his body and frowned, suddenly understanding how Chris must have felt when he first spotted Leo in his body. “Piper or Wyatt?”
What? was the first thought that came to mind as she turned to look where Leo was standing. “Did you just call me Piper? I’m your mother . . .”
Not wanting to hear that particular sentence, ever, Leo interrupted her, “Let’s not go there. I’m not Chris. I left Chris in the apartment, getting dressed and picking up Wyatt’s room.” That had been rather amusing. Chris had said that since he didn’t know how long this would last, he wasn’t going to deal with Wyatt’s messing room if he could help it.
Piper stirred in her sleep causing the real Piper to frown and look at her. “Then, that’s . . .”
“Probably Wyatt,” Leo confirmed.
“Oh good grief,” Piper complained. “I’m not liking the idea of switching bodies with my son.” She looked at Leo. “And husband. No make that sons and husband, right?”
Leo nodded. “So far as we know, but you’re going to have to wake yourself up before we know for sure.”
Piper frowned.
“And another thing,” Leo continued on, “something is up with the boys’ powers.”
Piper’s frown deepened. “You orbed here. Chris can. . .” She stopped and stared at her husband. “You orbed here!”
Leo nodded. “And Chris couldn’t. Watch.” He gave her a half smile as a blue shield came up around him. It disappeared after a few seconds. “Chris shouldn’t be able to do that. It’s Wyatt’s power.”
Piper considered this. “So you aren’t just in Chris’ body. You have Wyatt’s powers.” When Leo nodded, Piper continued her line of thought, “So it stands to reason that I don’t have my correct powers and I don’t have yours.”
Leo smiled at that. “I don’t normally have powers.”
“Okay,” Piper corrected herself, “so I don’t have your lack of ability.” She got out of bed and looked around. “Paige makes this look easy. Let’s see if I can do this.” She holds out her hand and calls out, “Pillow!”
A pillow disappeared from the bed in blue-white orbs and reappears in Piper’s hand. She gave it a disbelieving look and then looked at Leo. “I just orbed that.”
“That means the boys have our powers,” Leo commented.
“That means one of them has no powers,” Piper reminded him, a tinge of worry in her voice. She frowned at Piper asleep on the bed.
Piper moaned and turned over in her sleep. Her eyes blinked open and a frown grew on her face. Unlike everyone else, Wyatt didn’t start with talking. He already knew something was wrong. What on earth? Where am I? He pushed himself up against the headboard and looked around. Spotting Piper and Leo he frowned. That is odd.
Piper and Leo looked at each other. In a whisper, Piper urged Leo, “Ask.”
Leo shook his head and whispered back, “I’ll pass.”
“I’m serious, Leo,” Piper pushed. “I am not asking someone in my body if they are my son.”
“What’s going . . .” Wyatt started finishing silently, on. While he had figured something was wrong, he hadn’t quite realize how much. His thoughts were somewhat panicky as he thought, Not my voice. “What did . . ?” He covered his mouth with his hand. Still not my voice. He frowned. “Why do I sound like Mom?”
Piper walked over to the dresser and started looking through one of the drawers. She pulled out a hand mirror and walked over to the bed. She held it out for Wyatt to see. “Sounds like. Looks like. The question is, how on earth did you end up in my body, Wyatt?”
Wyatt gaped at the mirror and then looked at Piper with wide eyes. Disbelief was in his voice as he asked, “Mom?” When Piper nodded he turned his eyes to Leo. “Chris?” When Leo shook his head, Wyatt moaned.
“Right now, Chris looks like you, Wyatt,” Leo informed him, using his son’s name to remind himself that this wasn’t his wife he was talking to. “Is there anything he needs to know about your job?”
Wyatt looked at his father suspiciously. “What? Why would Chris need to know anything about my job?”
“Because we agreed to deal with this after work in order to avoid unneeded questions,” Leo answered him.
Wyatt glared at him. “You mean unneeded questions like, ‘Piper, why did you burn the food? It’s so unlike you.’ This is impossible!”
“Wyatt, calm down,” Piper warned. “Seeing as I own the restaurant, I don’t normally have to go in.”
Wyatt sighed, but before he could truly relax, Piper continued.
“Today, however, I do have to be there for a while,” Piper told him. She forged on even as Wyatt groaned. “There is no cooking involved. In fact, I implore you not to try, not at the restaurant.” The unsaid, “in my body” rang loud and clear in Wyatt’s ears.
“Then, why do I need to go there?” Wyatt wanted to know.
“I have an interview set up with a potential employee,” Piper informed him. “I need you to conduct it.”
Wyatt looked at her, distressed. “Can’t Drinka conduct it or something?”
Piper laughed a little at that. “Much as you may think Drinka has all this authority, she is technically the restaurant hostess.” Which was how both Piper and Drinka liked it. The public seemed to love Drinka, so she made an excellent hostess. She was efficient, but the only other place Piper could have put her was as her secretary or something, and not only would Drinka have hated that, but it would have robbed Piper of a valuable employee. “It will have to be you.”
“Fine,” Wyatt sighed. “I guess I can handle that. It’s not like I haven’t interviewed anyone before. I just haven’t done it looking like my mom.” And there in lay the problem. He started to push back the covers and freaked out, pulling them up to his chin. “Nope! Nope! I am not getting out of this bed until you fix this. There is absolutely no way I am dressing you, Mom.”
Piper nodded at this. “A very good point. I can’t say I relish the thought of letting my son dress me. I’d probably end up looking a mess.” There was also the potential for a son who was scared for life if Wyatt was anything to judge by. He was made of stronger stuff than that and they both knew it.
Wyatt looked between his parents and frowned in concentration. “I guess I could try a spell. Maybe a spell would change me into some day clothes.” Looking his mother in the eye he asked, “Mom, what do you want to wear?”
“Let’s see,” Piper hedged as she walked over to the closet and started looking through clothes. She pulled out a pantsuit and turned around. “I think this will work.”
Wyatt closed his eyes and climbed out of bed. He held out his hand.
Piper walked over and handed the suit, hanger and all, over to Wyatt.
Eyes still closed, Wyatt stood there for a moment before chanting. “My mother I must dress, so let’s not make a fuss. Switch the outfits in the air. So day clothes I can wear.” Nothing happened. “Did it work, because I don’t think it did?”