Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 18:00:43 GMT -5
Chapter Two – Verification of a Bad Thought
Just around the corner in the other guest room, were another two beds, but only one was occupied. In one of the narrow double beds, Andy Trudeau hugged his arms around his wife, Prue Halliwell-Trudeau, in his sleep.
The door knob turned and the door pushed open partly and Vicki peeked into the room. Seeing her parents, Vicki pushed the door open all the way. “Mom! Dad!”
Pat reached the doorway and stopped, Melinda close behind.
Vicki ran across the room and shook her dad. “Dad! Wake up, Dad!”
Andy’s eyes opened and her reluctantly turned his head, since rolling over would roll him right off the bed.
Prue’s eyes opened, too, but she only snuggled closer to her husband.
“What is it, Sweetheart?” Andy asked, looking at his younger daughter with sleepy eyes.
Vicki held out her hand for him to see. She waited silently.
Andy frowned and pulled his own hand out from around his wife and into the open. Just as the other three, his hand was transparent. “Prue, may I see your hand?”
Prue turned around in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Your hand first,” he requested.
She held out her hand proving that unlike her husband, daughters, and niece, her hand was solid. “Now, what’s going on?”
“Both Vicki’s hand and mine are see through,” Andy informed her.
Prue shot up and stared at Vicki, then to the doorway where Pat and Melinda stood.
Feeling her mother’s eyes on her, Pat held up both hands.
Melinda merely nodded.
Andy pushed up to sit next to his wife.
“I won’t lose you,” Prue vowed.
“Why don’t I go find out if Mom and Dad,” Melinda began, stopping to grin at the thought of her parents together. The smile showed in her voice as she continued, “Are awake. Then, I’ll see about making breakfast. Not too easy to think on an empty stomach.”
“We’ll get ready and see you downstairs,” Andy agreed. When Melinda had left the room he turned to his daughters. “Girls?”
“Yeah, Dad,” Vicki replied, softly.
“I’m heading up to the attic,” Pat informed him, answering the unfinished question.
“The attic?” Andy asked, surprised. “Alone. You don’t know much about magic.”
“Still there’s got to be something in that Book,” Pat countered, not offended. “I don’t want to die, Dad.”
Andy stared at his older daughter, wondering if she was ready for this, wondering if any of them were. He smiled. “Be careful.”
“No chanting,” Pat promised. “Just reading if I find anything, writing.” She closed her eyes and tried to orb, just to see if she could. “Though I doubt chanting would do anything, seeing as my powers don’t work.”
“From what I’ve seen,” Andy commented, “a witch doesn’t have to have her powers in order to say a spell.”
“They do have to exist though,” Pat reminded him, sadly. “And if their powers were stripped that includes spells.”
“All right, Smarty Pants,” Andy teased, “just be careful.”
“I will,” Pat assured him.
“And you, Vicki?” Andy asked, turning his attention to his younger daughter.
Vicki considered that. “I think I’ll try helping Melinda make breakfast.”
“I kind of doubt Piper will let any of you guys cook when she can pamper,” Prue commented, “but go ahead and try. We’ll be out soon.”
Following their mother’s words, Pat and Vicki left the room.