Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 23:05:41 GMT -5
Chapter Eighteen - Assessing the Situation
With a quick glance at her sleeping brother-in-law, Prue walked away from her post for the first time in seven years. Holding the amulet up just in case, Prue walked slowly toward the young woman, Christy Jenkins if the demon possessing her told anything resembling the truth. Of course if could just have been a ploy to gain Prue’s sympathy, those short glances of Christy. And now Christy lay flat on the floor, dead or alive, Prue didn’t know. The black smoke that the young man in the back yard had forced out of Christy’s mouth left Prue unsure of what to think. She had chosen to trust him, to help him with her waning strength if she could, but had that been the right choice?
She reached Christy and squatted down. It didn’t take long to find a steady pulse under her fingers. So Christy was alive, but was she safe from possession or had the smoke meant something else?
Prue made her way back across the room and shook Leo. “Wake up, Leo. It’s over.”
Leo yawned and looked up at her. “Piper?”
“I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “I wanted to wake you first.” She gave him a hand standing. “I did check the innocent. Christy is alive and I think she’s no longer possessed.” Prue glanced outside at where two boys ran to the side of the young man. “We may still have a problem though.”
Leo stopped half way to his wife’s side and looked at her. “A problem?”
“I’ve never tried to get out all these years, for obvious reasons,” Prue reminded him, “but that young man over there,” she pointed as she spoke, “touched the door and I think it burned him.”
Leo followed her hand and he stared. Unlike Prue his attention was focused fully on the two boys, his boys. “Wyatt? Chris?” Torn between checking on his wife and seeing his sons, it only took a few seconds for the decision to be made and him to reach the door. Not remembering Prue’s warning only seconds before, he winced in pain as he jerked back his hand from the door.
Sensing something Wyatt looked up. His eyes lit up at the sight of his dad. “Dad! Chris, it’s Dad!”
Chris looked up and seeing Leo ran over to the door, stopping just short of touching it. “Daddy!”
Prue smiled as she looked up from where she was checking Piper’s pulse. “Are those my nephews, Leo?” She reached over Piper and felt for Phoebe’s pulse. As with first Christ and then Piper, it was strong. Her spell had worked.
She looked beyond Phoebe at her other sister, the one she didn’t know. Paige. There was a world of everything in that name, so many questions with so much pain, betrayal, and love. She didn’t know her youngest sister, it was true, but she had watched her. At first it was with the weary eyes that one gives an invader, but soon she came to care about the quirky girl who just so happened to also be her sister.
Unable to check Paige from where she was, Prue got up and walked around her other two sisters. Once she was close enough, she squatted down next to her and felt for a pulse. Finding a steady one, she looked up at Leo and his boys. She smiled as she watched them before standing and walking over to them. “They are alive and appear to be fine. Of course most of their injuries are going to still be there, since the spell didn’t fix anything, just put everything on pause.”
Prue smiled at her nephews. “So you’re the nephews I have heard so much about. I bet I can guess who’s who.” She turned first to Wyatt. “You look like Leo, so you must be Wyatt.”
Wyatt grinned and nodded.
“Do me!” Chris demanded.
Prue laughed at his enthusiasm. “Well, you certainly look like a Halliwell and more importantly, like Piper, so you must be Chris.”
“Yay!” Chris giggled. “You’re right. How’d you know?”
“You’re pretty much all your dad talks about,” Prue informed him.
The boys grinned at Leo.
“You can tell he misses you very much,” Prue added. She hesitated a moment before asking, “How’s Dad?”
Chris looked at her puzzled. “Dad?”
Wyatt glanced a Leo, but said nothing.
“My dad,” Prue explained. “Leo said they left you two with him when my sisters went to face Zankou, so how is he? I couldn’t exactly check on him while I was here.”
“Grandpa’s good,” Wyatt informed her, solemnly.
“He’s the best grandpa in the world!” Chris announced more excitedly.
Prue smiled at him. “Glad to hear it.” Moving on she glanced down at Sam. “And who is that?”
“That’s Sam,” Wyatt informed her.
“He’s a demon hunter,” Chris added. He had found that bit of info quite interesting. Chris looked inside at his dad. “Can we get in yet?”
Prue closed her eyes and focused on the outside. Nothing happened, so just to check she focused across the room and astral projected herself there. She looked across the room at herself and shook her head. “I would have to say no. I’m afraid there were a lot of spells cast of the last few years, trying to protect, trying to trap. Apparently they held pretty well, because they are still in place.” She returned to her body and sighed. “And I’m not messing with the ones around my sisters until I can get someone in here to heal them. They were pretty badly injured when I found them.”
Chris waved his arm at the glass door and nothing happened. It didn’t even shake. He sighed. “And this one?”
“That was the demon possessing Christy,” Prue admitted, “though I think it was Christy that had the power. I gather she’s a witch.”
“Does your grandfather know where you boys are?” Leo asked suddenly.
“Yes,” the boys replied in unison.
Leo eyed them silently.
“Yes,” Chris repeated.
“I told him,” Wyatt added.
“Do either of you have a cell phone?” Prue asked, as she began to pace.
Chris dug his hands into his pockets and pulled them out to show empty pockets.
Wyatt just shook his head.
“And does he?” Prue asked, pointing at Sam.
Wyatt shrugged.
Chris, however, got down on his knees and started digging through Sam’s pockets. He pulled out a cell phone and held it up.
Wyatt just groaned as his little brother handed him the phone.
“You know the number,” Chris reminded him.
Wyatt took the phone and started dialing.