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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 5, 2012 4:17:18 GMT -5
AN: I don't own anything, but Faith and Hope White, which Writergirl can use anytime she wants. I gave a thank you to Writergirl for writing Charmed: Heritage. Note a few things have changed about Faith. She hasn't met any of the Halliwell. Her mother is still a live and Faith lives in Boston. This takes place before in “Something in the Water”
Faith White could deal with a lot of things. When she was seven, she lost her father in a car crash and gained a baby brother all in the same day. When most kids were going to the prom, she was studying for finals that could make or break her. Her twenty-two years of life had made her a strong woman. So why was she sitting on the floor in a closet crying her eyes out when everyone needed her out there? She couldn't give herself an answer to that.
It had been seven days since this thing broke out. Seven days of hell. Now the first day was nothing big. She got a few bad cases of a flu-like bug. She only had to send one little girl to the hospital. It broke her heart. But the little girl would get better and this would past was the only thing that was on her mind. It didn't.
The next day things went from bad to worse. The kids that got sick the day before were getting sicker and there was new cases every hour. She just wrote it off as a bad bug. They had been saying for years that they were due for one, and she could only hope that this wasn't as bad as they said it would be. She found out that it could be worse.
As it went on, Faith worked long past when she could see straight and even then she only took small naps. Nothing longer than 15 minutes at a time. Coffee was still her oldest and greatest friend, but now it was like air. She was sure that she even hadn't had this much in her last year of med school. She didn't look at the numbers rolling in. If she did hear them, she pushed it off. That wasn't important. It wasn't until day five that those numbers started hit home.
She lost four kids that day. She had gotten to know these little kids over her year of being there family doctor. Billy Masters had loved to play baseball and had lost his first tooth last week. Megan wanted to see the world. She wanted to see everything. She could list things on and on about those kids. They were her patients, some of her firsts since becoming a doctor in her own right and now they were gone. They would never do what they wanted to do with their lives. And as the days went on, the faces were just added to her ever growing list of the dead. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't heal it. She couldn't even slow it down. She was a Dove, and a Dove could heal anything and anyone. She felt as if her gifts were all for not.
And now she was in a closet, crying her eyes out because she actually saw the numbers. She saw that most of New York had it. She saw that it was hitting San Fran, and she couldn't let go that she might lose her whole family to this. Something in her broke into little bits and she wasn't sure if it could be fix.
She pulled out her phone and looked at it. She could call them. She had the numbers. Yes, she hadn't talked to most of them in about three years. But Jus would have called in anything happen, right? She picked up the phone and held it to her ear. “Mom.”
The name hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn't like her mother. She was the one who made deals with Snake demons. She never listen or cared what Faith had to say. They fought like cats and dogs.
Faith heard it ring once than twice. “Faith.”
Faith let out a cry. “Mom. Are you and Jus okay? Right?”
“We aren't sick. It isn't hitting magical people. How are you ...” The sound of her mother's voice just made Faith cry harder. She didn't realize how much she missed her. She didn't care about magic or demons. She just wanted to hear that voice tell her anything was going to be okay, even if it was a lie.
She heard her mother's voice talk, but the words weren't understandable. She just cried for joy, pain and guilt. Then the voice stopped and there was orbs than there was her mother. Faith looked up at the tired face and wrapped her arms around her.
For a few moments it was like she was a little girl again. She sat there in her mother's arms and everything was going to be alright because her mother could do that. It was a beautiful lie, but a lie none the less. “Faith, when is the last time you slept? And I don't mean anything shorter than hour.”
Faith rubbed her face in her mother's shoulder. “Not since ...” Faith couldn't remember. It had to have been with in the last three days. It had to be.
“Faith, you need to sleep.” Faith looked at her mother's face. Those eyes looked down at her.
Faith nodded. “Mom. I'm so sor...”
She felt a finger on her lips. “I know, sweetheart and so am I. We'll talk about this later. Right now you need to sleep.” Faith felt her mother lead her to the on call room, and set her down in one of the beds. Faith laid down as her mother sat down on the bed.
Faith feel asleep to the sound of her mother's breaths.
AN: Okay. Faith is a bit off in this, but you been give her week and you might be off too. As for her calling her mother, and her mother being so calm and there. Hope White hadn't talk to her daughter in three years and she was calling on. She wasn't going to let that changes to see and talk to her go by. I hope you like this. Oh and you have to view the fact that Faith is an empath, She is going to be getting hit hard with everything going on around her.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 11, 2012 21:40:36 GMT -5
I like this a lot. It's very cool that you wrote what was going on with Faith during "Something in the Water". I like that it gave her a chance to get to see her mom, again.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 12, 2012 13:22:23 GMT -5
AN: This is about Mercy White, someone I very really wrote until this bit here. She has quickly become one of my favorites. So you will probably see more of her. This takes place in “Something in the Water” about the same time as Faith's one is. There will be three more after this. Two of which are mostly written. Just need to beta them. Any ways. I don't own anything of this beside Mercy and Prof. And Thank you Storygirl from writing Charmed: Herritage. I hope to see more soon. Mercy White leaned against the cold steel of the body coolers. She took a long drag off her cigarette. She knew she couldn't smoke in this building, but it was only her and the stiffs. So who really cared. She looked over at the tables in the middle of the room, all filled. These were some of the few that had families to have a funeral. Most the coolers behind her were filled as well. New York was going to hell. But right now her eyes were on the body nearest to her. A little girl with golden blonde hair. Her green eyes were looking up unseeing. Mercy couldn't help but think about her little sister when looking at the girl being embalmed. She looked just like little Faith before their childhood ended with their father's death. She let out the smoke slowing. “You know you are lucky. You still have parents that care. In hotel rooms 20 thought 24 is a whole family of poor sobs who didn't out live each other more than a few hours.” She tapped a door behind her. “Maybe they were lucky too. Who knows?” She tapped her cigarette. The ashes fall on the floor. She would sweep up later. Joey the night guy was out sick. Everyone at this building was out sick. She was pretty sure most of the city was and soon would be on a cold slab somewhere. “I should be sorry that for your death and how you're going to miss all life has to offer, but really I'm not. You are lucky. It all goes down hill from here.“ She pushed off the body coolers as she took another drag off the cigarette. She blew a loose lock of hair out of her eyes only to get smoke in them. “You don't get to see your little world fall down all around you. Friend after friend leave you. You'll never get to see your father died and know your mother probably will go mad before the next year is up. And you won't get to look at the face of death, then make it look pretty.” Her eyes darted to towards the another bodies. Her eyes moved back and lock on the girl's. She scoffed. “And most of all, you'll never have to learn that the magic you love so much will only cause pain and death to everyone you ever loved or will love. It makes you wish you were dead and only having it past you over to take an innocent soul.” “But that is okay because you get to go to the afterlife, where everything is wonderful.” She lent down to the ear of the corpse. Her lips almost touching. “I'm going to let you in on a secret. That life after this that everyone wants you to think is so great. It's just more of the same.” She pulled away. She walked around the tables making sure that each of the corpses were embalming correctly. Nothing was worse then when it goes wrong. She took a few drags off the cigarette. She looked down at it. It was almost done. “Always like talking to the dead. They never talk back. My mother never wanted me to be a mortician. She would say to me. A Dove is meant to heal the living, not bury the dead. I would always say back, 'I don't bury them, I make them look pretty.” She took one last drag off the cigarette. She dropped it and rubbed it under her heel. “But as someone once told me, 'This job is about the living more than the dead.'” She smiled again as Prof's cheerful face came to mind. He was her first prof in the field. He was there for her when she first messed up an embalming. He was there when her mother told her she wouldn't have a daughter that would do more for the dead than the living. He was there when her family truly fell apart. And she was there when his wife passed away due to Huntington’s. She even tried to heal her just to save Prof from the pain, but it failed. He was all she had, and it was pretty much the other way around for him too. Her face dropped. “But soon there will be more dead than living.” For the first time since this whole thing started her eyes watered up. Her gaze went to the girl's dead green eyes and then to the man laying on the last table. “Then what?” The man was her old Prof. The man that had gave her this job. He was a victim of magic. Her mind for the first time truly saw the body of her friend. Her father in all ways that counted. She waited for an answer that would never come. She turned quickly away, brushed off the starts of the tears, and went back to work. She never once said the words running through her head. I'm sorry, Prof. I really am.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 12, 2012 19:56:49 GMT -5
Awe! That's so sad. So very different from Faith's story, too.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 12, 2012 20:50:33 GMT -5
AN: Just got done with this one. It is the 3rd in this. The next one still needs to be edited so it won't come today even if I get a review. Again. I don't own anything but Justice. Hope you like it.
To Storygirl: That is what I was going for. All of these people are very different. Faith was sadness. Mercy was anger. And this one is Fear.
Justice White sat in front of the Dove family's Book of Shadows. He turned page after page of the words of the witches that came before him. He knew he saw something like this in the book. It was one of the first spells.
He knew the story by heart. It came for the Hobbs line, which the Phoenix and the Dove came out of. It told about a curse that would come back every 130 years and start killing people in a small town in Massachusetts. There was nothing that could stop it. It only kicked the can down the road. It also killed everyone who had the curse. But when he flipped to where the spell was, nothing was there. It was gone with a small piece of the Dove family history.
He flipped through the book again. Healing spell after healing spell. Potion after potion. There had to be something in here. He had to find something to stop this.
He knew almost every story behind the spells and potion. They were his bedtime stories as a child.
He stopped. It was about the 1918 flu. Every Dove knew about this flu.
“My dear young sister caught the flu. She hasn't been getting better. Nothing is working to heal this. I fear that magic can't fix everything and a Dove can't heal all.”
He ran a finger over those last words. He wished he didn't understand those words.
He thought about his sisters. Faith was probably working herself to death trying to save anyone she could. And Mercy... Well she was most likely getting a laugh out this somehow. He loved the both of them very much, and he wished they would visit more. But they both weren't talking to Mom and not even each other.
He looked at his phone next to the book. There was no missed calls. His mother had said she would call when she was coming home. He was only to call if he found something.
The news in the background reported on the latest numbers and they weren't good. He knew that this curse would be bad, but the East coasters were dropping like flies. He didn't have any friends that were magical. So everyone of them would die. He pushed that thought away. Someone would find a way to fix this. Someone always did. Until then he had to be strong for his mom.
His mother was pretty closed off. She was born before the contract, and had two younger sisters. Both of which were lost as children. She didn't deal with lost all that well. Sure she was there when she was needed, and she could be caring. But there always was this wall in between her and everyone, even her children. Mercy said she was better before Dad died, but he wouldn't know. He really didn't want to end up like his mother.
His phone beeped. There was a text. He opened it.
From Megan Snow Shawn and Mac got it.
His heart fell. They were his best friends. And if they died... He couldn't deal with his. Not now.
He changed channels on the TV. It was about the death toll. Again and again. And they were the same. It was like it was everywhere and the only thing anyone could talk about.
He slammed the book shut. It was useless. He grabbed his phone and held it to his ear.
He called Faith first. Maybe hearing her voice would make this better. It ringed and then went to voice mail.
He then called Mercy. She could make him laugh and things would work out. Voice mail again.
His mind went to places it shouldn't. He worried that something happen to them. That they would be dead too and he would be left with only a shell of a mother. He thought about calling his mother. But she could not understand. He close the phone, and sat in the room with the TV talking about how bad this was and never giving any real answers about if this even could get better.
He sat there with everything going on around him. The wall felt as if they were closing in on him.
He jumped out of his chair. He ran and grabbed his jacket. He wouldn't sit here and do nothing.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 12, 2012 22:16:16 GMT -5
So I'm kind of curious what day this is (in order to figure out if his friends will make it . . . assuming Oliver is not a factor in this). I forget exactly what day this started, but clearly it's been long enough for them to have noticed it's bad, which means it's been at least five days and the really bad death count didn't start showing up until day nine (when the bulk of my story is).
It's really cool how you are showing this from each of their unique personalities.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 12, 2012 22:35:39 GMT -5
It's day eight. So his friends will live most likely. He is in San Fran. I'm figure that it isn't going to be hit so badly. I'm working on writing the last one with has them all on day nine somewhere. But that is chapter five. Like the girl that Mercy is preparing is Carrie.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 12, 2012 23:23:02 GMT -5
AN: Okay. This is the last chapter I have all written out. I'm hoping I'll have other done soon. I don't own anything. Thank you Story girl for Charmed Heritage. Hope White stood at the bed side of Rick Wideman. He wasn't going to die. She knew that in her gut. The Charmed Ones always fixed things like this. They did. And now if they didn't fix it, their children did. So things were going to be fine. She checked his chart. He came down with this curse a day ago so he wasn't even going to get bad before this is all solved. Hope put down the chart and left the room. She went down the hall of her hospital. She heard talk about what they would do when the patients flow got higher. Hope pushed that thought aside. It wasn't all that full, and it wouldn't get that fall anyways. Because thing were going to get better now that it has hit San Fran and the Charmed family will know what to do. She gave a smile to a nurse walking by with other one of the patients that will be just a okay as well. The nurse shot her a weird puzzled look, but Hope just pushed it off. They didn't know that everything was going to work out, and she really couldn't tell them about it either. She felt a bit sorry for the nurse because of that, but that feeling didn't last long. Her phone rings. She pulled it out and saw the number. It was Faith. Her smile fell a bit. Faith didn't call. She hadn't for over three years. For a moment, what really was happening hit her. She saw the people running around trying to keep these patients alive and she knew her daughter was doing the same. And in that moment she thought that even the Charmed One couldn't fix this mess. Hope felt herself start to break a little. So she did the only thing she could do. She buried that truth so deep that it couldn't find her and answer the phone. “Faith.” There was crying with Faith's voice barely coming through. Hope could make out Mom, you, Just and okay. Putting two and two together, Hope figured out her daughter had no clue what was going on. Faith must have not remember the story with being knee deep in all of this. “We're not sick.” Hope ducked into a closet. No one in here. “It isn't hitting magical people. How are you dealing with this?” It was a very silly question. Faith wasn't dealing with this. She was crying. She had called her mother for Pete's sake. Just like Hope expected, there was no answer, just more sobs. Hope's heart broke a little. “Sweet bear, things are going to be fine. The Charmed One will come up with an answer. They always do. And even if they don't, who knows? This could be part of the greater picture.” Hope stopped for a moment. Did she really say that it could be a part of the greater picture that everyone died. Hope shook her head. “Faith, You can't let this get to you. You are not using your empathy, are you? The weight of all those feeling would kill you.” There was no answer. Hope reached out and found where her daughter was. She felt her son's fear and her other daughter's anger. She found her Faith and orbbed to her. She saw her little girl with her head on her knees. She saw the phone to her ear. She couldn't hid or bury this any more. All of it can rushing toward her. The sounds of people working hard. The cries of children in pain. A bit of Hope died, but her baby needed her. Hope shut her phone. Faith looked up. Her eyes met her daughter's and she kneed down and wrapped her arms around her. Both mother and daughter sat there holding each other for what felt like forever. Hope kissed Faith's head and rubbed her back. She missed her little girl so much. The moment passed and Hope remember the dark circle under her daughter's eyes. “Faith, when is the last time you slept? And I don't mean anything under a hour.” As her daughter thought about this, Hope's mind went to her husband. He would work himself harder then anyone would in their right mind. Faith was so much like her father that it scared Hope. “ Not since...” “Faith you need to sleep.” Hope felt as if she was talking to her six year old daughter again. Faith nodded. “I'm so sor...” Hope placed a finger over Faith's lips. It was something she use to do to get her children not to argue with her. “I know, sweetheart and so am I. We'll talk about this later. Right now you need to sleep.” She pulled her off the floor and lead her to the on call room. She knew from her days when she use to work here. She got in the room and got Faith into one of the beds. She laid her down and took off her shoes. Hope sat next to her daughter until she was sound asleep. She then orbbed out.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 12, 2012 23:55:15 GMT -5
Very sweet.
. . . Stops and backtracks . . . wait a second . . . Faith is in Boston! That just hit me. Faith is in the same town as Prue and Andy! Any chance all the commotion of the "snuffler" (I forget what I had the media call Oliver) might catch Faith's attention. Or even the deaths Oliver caused (before Prue stopped him) might catch her radar. Of course, that's all on day nine, so it wouldn't have happened yet, but still.
Okay. Back to reviewing. I am really enjoying this story. Definitely inspiring me to get back onto writing "Something in the Water" so you know what exactly is going on and how it ends. I have large portions of the next two chapters written, but neither is complete. I got stuck on the next one and skipped to the one after it (back in a Boston hospital with the Trudeaus . . . and Seth on a mission from Paige and the battle with Jessica.)
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 13, 2012 17:48:27 GMT -5
AN: I don't own anything. The poem is “Death is nothing at all” by Henry Scott Holland. I don't own anything. Thanks Storygirl for writing Charmed Heritage. I hope you like it. Day nine. Hope White. Hope White pulled out her phone. Just told her that he was going to Dr. Nicolae's hospital to help out. He never came to hers. He didn't want to be seen as a mama's boy. She scrolled though her address book and pick out Dr. Ava Nicolae. She thought about calling, but didn't. Just would be fine there with out her having her friend look out for him. She looked up another number. It was Mercy's. She had taken it from her son's phone awhile ago. She looked at the number before she could call it. She hit it and it rang and rang and went to voice mail. She hung up without leaving a message. She had one daughter come back to her this week. She wasn't going to push her luck. Justice White Justice White walked into the room with some flowers. He placed the flowers down and make sure they were all in order. He looked over at the man laying in the bed. It was Leo Wyatt. He was married to a Charmed One. When he would volunteer here, he would stick away from any of the Charmed family which was hard due to Wyatt would volunteer here too. Leo looked over at Just. His wife was asleep in a chair next to him. “It is good to see a teenager in here helping.” Just smiled. “Well my mom got me into this sort of thing. She is a doctor.” He walked over. “I'm Just White.” He held out his hand to Leo. “Leo Wyatt. It's nice to met you, Just.” Leo grabbed his hand and shook it. “Well I have to go. They really need the help right now.” Leo nodded. Just left the room and went on his way. Mercy White “Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect. Without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you for an interval. Some where , Very near. Just around the corner. All is well.” Mercy White read the poem off a card. “I have heard this poem many time through my work. But I have never really got the words of Henry Scott Holland until I lost Prof. Earl Black, the Prof to his students. He always had the words for this sort of thing. I worked in the back. There will never be any one like him again. So I'm not going to cry, because someone like him isn't gone. He is just in the next room, and he is with his wife. And he waiting to welcome us all home when it is our time.” Mercy watched as people started to cried by the grave side. She knew after this, she would have to go the viewing and funeral of Carrie Kino. She turned and watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. “Bye Prof. I'll be seeing you later.” (Okay this one probably won't work in the story, but after the story is over I'll write one that fits.) Faith White Faith White was walking down the hall when she heard a crash. She looked to see if anyone else hear it, but no one did. She went running down the hall towards the noise. When she got there, she saw a man laying in a pool of blood. He was dead. She saw two patients dead in beds. She remember hearing on the news about people like that. And on the other side of the room, a woman leaned against the wall unconscious. She was bleeding. Then out of no where a woman appeared over the hurt one. She was holding a knife. Faith reach into her pocket and pull out a vial of hydrochloric acid. She had them on her at all times in case of demons. She thrown the vial at the woman. It hit her arm. It started to burn and smoke. The knife woman looked over at Faith as she smile. Faith held up another vial. “Get away for her.” The woman disappeared. Faith run over to the hurt woman. She lent down to heal her. And then there was a sharp pain in her side and then world went black. AN: Like I said, I'll write another when the story is done. I just really wanted to write this one. I Have been working on other for Faith but I have to wait until I know if Andy lives or not. Okay.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 13, 2012 18:31:51 GMT -5
You're right. The one for Faith doesn't work, but it is great fun to read. I'll let you know a couple of things. Neither Jessica nor Oliver can blink. I know it's weird for warlocks, but there it is. Oliver has several abilities collected over time. Jessica is super fast and in general doesn't kill. It's not that she can't or that she won't or even that she hasn't. It's just that she doesn't most of the time. She definitely wants to kill Prue. Also, something you should know . . . in the room Prue caught Oliver in, only one of the patients is dead. Prue caught him before he finished killing the second one.
As to Andy, well, that one will have to wait, but you knew that.
I had fun with Just and Leo's meeting. And the girl Mercy is preparing. You mentioned that earlier. That's the little girl that is Pansy's friend, isn't it?
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 13, 2012 19:02:33 GMT -5
Yes. It was her. I wanted to gave them a tie into your main world. And Mercy being in New York makes her pretty hard to tie to the other.
I like writing The Just and Leo's met. I might write another. I sort of like those two talking. Just needs a older guy to talk. He doesn't have a dad and his mom isn't really in to dating.
About the Faith one, disappearing was her moving really quickly. At least that was it was might to be. I was having her try to kill Faith because hydrochloric acid would hurt like a son of a gun. They use it to etch glass. It was just one of the ways to get around her family curse. She has some Folinic acid at home. And that stuff is even worse.
Sorry about the mistake about the patients.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 13, 2012 21:08:31 GMT -5
Yes. It was her. I wanted to gave them a tie into your main world. And Mercy being in New York makes her pretty hard to tie to the other. I like writing The Just and Leo's met. I might write another. I sort of like those two talking. Just needs a older guy to talk. He doesn't have a dad and his mom isn't really in to dating. About the Faith one, disappearing was her moving really quickly. At least that was it was might to be. I was having her try to kill Faith because hydrochloric acid would hurt like a son of a gun. They use it to etch glass. It was just one of the ways to get around her family curse. She has some Folinic acid at home. And that stuff is even worse. Sorry about the mistake about the patients. That's okay. I'm not sure I said the second patient was alive, because I'm not sure Prue had a chance to check her what with Oliver and Jessica being there. Yeah, New York is hard to tie to my main world. It's got most of Phoebe Bowen's descendants living there, but I didn't go into a lot of detail and wile Scott is close, he's not dead . . . and no one knows where one of his son in laws is. The other one, Jason, is, of course, fine. Feel free to have fun with Just and Leo. Leo does so many things that don't hit his family's radar. He could easily be a mentor for Just if you'd like.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 14, 2012 0:42:56 GMT -5
I think I like that. But I don't think even he will said anything to Leo about being magical even thou he knows that Leo knows about magic.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 14, 2012 10:45:08 GMT -5
I think I like that. But I don't think even he will said anything to Leo about being magical even thou he knows that Leo knows about magic. Sounds like it might not hurt for him to get a mentor for just the nonmagical stuff, too, a big brother so to speak.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 14, 2012 11:13:16 GMT -5
Yeah. I'm working on another fic. And I came up with one for Faith what would work with story. She doesn't get into a fight thou.
He doesn't talk magic with Leo. He really wants to stay as low key as possible. It's something his mom has told them over and over. He probably would talk magic with him if Leo know. I changed it so the Halliwell book even think the Dove line has dead out back in the 80's at least in my head. But as for a big brother figure for Just. I don't know. ... I could make someone. I'm working on a John Peterson. He is the kid of the woman for The truth is out there, and it hurts. You don't have someone for that, do you? He would be 28 or 29 so he would be out of school by now. But he is a bit old to be that for Just. From your, Wyatt or Chris would work, but he is trying to stay under magic radar. Those two are so not. Hank would work. They both would be in High School. I'll have to think about it.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 14, 2012 23:15:01 GMT -5
Yeah. I'm working on another fic. And I came up with one for Faith what would work with story. She doesn't get into a fight thou. He doesn't talk magic with Leo. He really wants to stay as low key as possible. It's something his mom has told them over and over. He probably would talk magic with him if Leo know. I changed it so the Halliwell book even think the Dove line has dead out back in the 80's at least in my head. But as for a big brother figure for Just. I don't know. ... I could make someone. I'm working on a John Peterson. He is the kid of the woman for The truth is out there, and it hurts. You don't have someone for that, do you? He would be 28 or 29 so he would be out of school by now. But he is a bit old to be that for Just. From your, Wyatt or Chris would work, but he is trying to stay under magic radar. Those two are so not. Hank would work. They both would be in High School. I'll have to think about it. Actually, I do have someone who is the son of the woman from TTIOT...AIH. Tanya Parker is the woman's name and her son (in this) is Andrew Parker. He works with Wyatt at the museum. He's in My Curse On You and he will play a big role in season two. Too bad we can't introduce Just to Levi, but I haven't even introduce Levi yet and he'd be in high school right now, too. He's going to be Hank's college roommate and later . . . well, let's just say he has significance later on and in a changeable future he is the guardian of the manor and all the magic therein (the Halliwells are pretty much dead in said changeable future).
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 14, 2012 23:51:16 GMT -5
Oh well. I was just guessing the name when I wrote it before. Bad, I know.
I'll figure something out. I don't think he'll need one in this one. It is just a week or two after Something in Water. I'll have to write the new Faith one which won't be as action pack as the one before... I think I'm going to table Pi again. I sort of want these character to grow before dealing with Pi. There is too many blanks for her right now.
So how is the chapter going? I'll help if it is need.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 15, 2012 10:42:42 GMT -5
Oh well. I was just guessing the name when I wrote it before. Bad, I know. I'll figure something out. I don't think he'll need one in this one. It is just a week or two after Something in Water. I'll have to write the new Faith one which won't be as action pack as the one before... I think I'm going to table Pi again. I sort of want these character to grow before dealing with Pi. There is too many blanks for her right now. So how is the chapter going? I'll help if it is need. Yesterday I got a lot of comic books. Spent what little time I had photographing them and reading and rereading the Charmed issue 19 one. So nothing going yet, but I'd be happy to send what I have to you to get an opinion if I have time later.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 15, 2012 16:36:25 GMT -5
Well I hadn't read the comics but I heard that they are good. I would love to read anything you would like to send me.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 16, 2012 7:20:42 GMT -5
Well I hadn't read the comics but I heard that they are good. I would love to read anything you would like to send me. How come you can't read them? Is it because you don't have a comic store that gets them? Or can you not afford them? If it's the comic book store, there's a couple of good o line places to get them digitally or even several good online places to buy them and have them sent to you. If it's the money, well, I can't help that, but I can give you a link to the Charmed comic wikia which I run and that has a lot of info on the comics. Also the Charmed wikia and the Charmed Legacy wikia have information about the comics mixed in with all their other information. So does Wikipedia, but that's extremely limited, so not helpful in learning more than the basics.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 16, 2012 12:15:06 GMT -5
The truth is I only heard about them like a last week and hadn't made my mind up if I want to read them or not. I'm leaning towards it, but still hadn't made up my mind.
When I was staying I would love to reading anything you send me I was talking about your writing. I just saw that wasn't all that clear. Sorry about that.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 16, 2012 16:25:24 GMT -5
The truth is I only heard about them like a last week and hadn't made my mind up if I want to read them or not. I'm leaning towards it, but still hadn't made up my mind. When I was staying I would love to reading anything you send me I was talking about your writing. I just saw that wasn't all that clear. Sorry about that. Actually, I knew what you meant. I just only addressed the part about the comics. Since you aren't sure about them, I know where you can read issue 0 and issue 1 for free (with the official permission of Zenescope . . . One is free at ComiXology and the other is a preview for volume one at TFAW, I think). I'll try to send you something to read, especially that scene I said I send you . . . have to write it first though. It's in my head, but not on paper, but I do want to share it.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 16, 2012 17:59:03 GMT -5
Kk. I was just make sure. That's all. I saw that it could be misread that all. So no hurry what so ever.
I'll have to check it out. Thanks for the wedsite. It's just Charmed had a good ending. It make you feel as if the girls story was complete. I just don't want to ruin that complete feeling. I know that sounds odd coming for someone who is reading After Charmed fanftiction. But this is more about the kids and less about the girls in a whole. It's weird. I know. It's just a worry of mine.
On another note. I think I have something for Faith's but it needs work. I'm trying to write Vicki and not too sure how it is turning out. Also working on a different story all together which hasn't been thought out enough to gave anymore than it is being worked on. So hopefully soon, there will be something for you to read.
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Post by nexandvinny on Mar 16, 2012 23:46:00 GMT -5
(Okay this is Faith's Ninth day. I work hard on it. I hope It comes out okay. Thank you Storygirl for all the help and for writing Charmed: Heritage.)
Faith White took a sip out of her coffee. The halls were busy. Everything was busy.
She sighed. She was still tired. She had her shields up for too long. She needed to let them down and the children ward wasn't the place to do that. They was too many feelings of pain and loss. They were here too, but they were different. She didn't have the words for it. Any way if she was in the ward, they wouldn't stop asking her for help. And right now she just need to decompress.
She felt a spike of sadness. It was from a child. She looked for where it was coming from and saw a girl sitting there with a phone in her lap. The pain was coming from her. She got closer and saw it was Vicki. She was one of Faith's patients at her practice. The girl felt scared, sad, and very much alone. “Vicki, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?”
Faith feared the answer she would get, but she waited. “My dad has it. He is in stage five.”
Faith took a deep breath. If this wasn't solved soon, this girl would lose her father. “I'm sorry sweetie.”
“I don't want to him to die.”
Faith took a deep breath and let it out. “When I was seven, my dad died in a car crash. I still miss him.” Faith stopped for a moment. “There is little I wouldn't do if I could have a few more moments with him. You still have time with your dad. He isn't gone. So even if he might be gone tomorrow, you just need to hold on to him harder. Because when he is gone, you'll have a few more moments to look back at. And any moment could mean the world.”
Faith waited for a moment for something. Her beeper went off. She looked down and sighed. “I have to go. But Vicki, if you need anything even if it just for me to look over a chart or something, call this number. I'll make time.” She handed a card with a number on it.
Vicki nodded as she took it.
Faith nodded.
“Thanks Dr. White.”
“Anytime.”
“By the way, how did you know I need to talk? I didn't even know it myself.”
“Magic.” Faith winked.
Vicki's eyes went wide.
Faith smiled. And with that, Faith went walking down the hall. Vicki would see her dad when she was ready. Faith just hoped that it was before it was too late.
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