Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 30, 2008 21:37:50 GMT -5
Chapter Thirteen – Never Summoned?
A shudder ran through Prue’s body as she remembered the last time she saw Paige, her body laying at a funny angle, her open eyes glazed over. Piper had been lying next to her, so still. Prue had crawled, hoarsely calling out her husband’s name until she had seen orbs in front of her and known she was out of the anti-orb zone, known she was where her husband could once more hear her call. Once she had known that she had collapsed, waking later to the worried faces of her husband and daughters. It had been a long day. She had lost two sisters and yet somehow gained them back with interest, but if they didn’t stop it she would lose her family yet again, just a different part of it.
Vicki walked over to her mom and put her hand on her arm. “Mom?”
Prue looked down. She heaved in a deep breath and looked back up at Paige. “Hi, Paige.”
“Wow.” It expressed everything Paige was feeling in just that one word.
Prue chuckled. “What?”
“I don’t know,” Paige hedged, not sure what to say. “After all this time, I guess I never thought I’d meet you.”
“Never?” Prue questioned, stunned. “You never summoned me as a ghost?”
Paige faltered. “Right. You’re from some sort of alternate reality.”
“We tried,” Piper added quickly. “We tried more than once. Always when we did, it was Grams or Mom who came or no one at all.”
“Never,” Prue repeated, hardly believing what she was hearing. “We saw Phoebe, after she died.”
“Wait,” Paige looked startled and confused. “What?”
“I told you,” Piper reminded her. “In the future we went to, Phoebe was burned to death.”
Paige looked across the room at Prue. “Did you know me there?”
Prue smiled and nodded. She walked over to Paige and pulled her into a hug.
Paige was hesitant at first, but the warmth she felt emanating from her oldest sister, overcame her hesitation and she soon hugged her back. It felt good to be hugged by Prue, even if to her she was all but a stranger.
Prue let go and stepped away. “We met you six years before Phoebe’s death. We just never knew you were out sister until after she’d been dead a few weeks.” Remembering she looked over at Wyatt. “Weren’t you going to call her?”
“I can try,” Wyatt agreed, “but Cilly said she and Uncle Coop would be gone a while.”
“Silly?” Prue repeated the name, curious. “Is that a name?”
Piper chuckled. “Her name is Pricilla, but Cilly is what she goes by.”
“Does she live by it?” Prue wanted to know.
“When she can,” Wyatt told her with a laugh, “but she knows when to be serious.” Cilly did love fun. Wyatt held out his hand and blinked. A phone appeared in his hand.
Melinda stared at it. “Whoa! How’d you do that?”
“You saw me orb the book earlier,” Wyatt reminded her, a little surprised himself. “This surprises you.”
“I guess I was a little distressed at the time,” Melinda admitted, remembering now the book he had orbed to prove that it wasn’t all orbing that was disabled, only theirs. “And the book came from the shelves. Where did that come from?”
It was Chris who answered as he looked at the phone and chuckled. “My guess it his pocket. That’s his cell. Wyatt, you really need to watch that personal gain, especially right now.”
Wyatt scowled. He pushed some buttons on the phone and put it to his ear.