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Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 18:08:33 GMT -4
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TITLE: Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part One
AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
TYPE: Series (Charmed: Heritage 1X07)
RATING: T (for Charmed type violence, talk of death, and the erasure of an entire reality)
LEAD CHARACTERS: Wyatt, Chris, Pipe, Leo, Prue, Andy, Melinda, Pat, and Vicki (and Paige to some degree with special appearance by witch elder Kevin)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Pat Trudeau, Vicki Trudeau, Melinda Wyatt (the “Morality Bites” one grown up), Ladybug Halliwell, Cilly Halliwell, Hope Halliwell, Alanna Mitchell (with a think a brief glimpse of her twin, Janice), Drinka Deguilio, and a few unnamed and unimportant people
SHORT SUMMARY: Sat, Feb 13, 2027 – When Melinda Wyatt finds out that her mom and her aunt Paige were killed in battle she enlists the help of her Aunt Prue to try and travel back in time to save them, except nothing goes as she plans and they end up in another reality where Wyatt and Chris must deal with the sister they never had and try to keep her and those who came with her from ceasing to exist forever.
Disclaimer: Do you even have to ask? I’ve been fantasizing about what I would do if I won the PCH recently. I considered buying rights to Charmed, but I figured that would probably cost too much . . . think they would rent rights to me? Of course I’d actually have to win the money, which I haven’t. Oh, well. Once can dream. I own my original characters, but most of them are my names and my personalities for unnamed characters on Charmed, with the exception of Pat, Vicki, and Drinka.
The Wyatt household had never been one that was very loud. In fact the house Leo Wyatt shared with his only child, his daughter, Melinda, was generally very quiet. Today was no different. For all that it was the day before Valentine’s Day, neither father nor daughter had a sweetheart to give alter to their days.
Melinda paced the floor of her father’s house as she talked on the phone with one of her very few friends. Her brown hair, hung loose around her shoulders as the newly twenty-five-year-old walked in circles. “I know. My dad is really protective of me. I’m pretty sure it has to do with the divorce and we both know how long ago that was.”
Behind her current path, the sound of the door opening and closing barely registered. A moment later her father, Leo Wyatt, walked into the room. He looked defeated.
“I don’t see Mom much these days, but . . .” Melinda’s voice halted as she saw her dad. “Dad’s home. I’ve got to go. Bye.” After listening to her friends response, she hung up the phone. As soon as it was in its cradle, she rushed over to her father’s side. “Dad, dinner’s ready. I finished it about.”
“Melinda, not now,” Leo’s words were a little harsher than he meant them to be. “Your Aunt Prue called. They lost.”
“They lost?” Melinda repeated confused. Those were words she never heard in regards to her mom and aunts. “Are they all right?”
Leo shook his head, sorrow welling up with in him, for everything that had just happened and everything that had happened over the years from the moment Phoebe’s friend had been murdered more than seventeen years before to this very latest death, the one that hurt him the most. “No, Melinda. They aren’t all right.” He inhaled a shaky breath. “The battle was in an anti-orbing zone, so they couldn’t call me or your uncle. Prue managed to get far enough away that she could call Andy, but Paige and your mom are dead.”
“Dead?” Melinda stared at him in disbelief. “They can’t be dead. They’re the Charmed Ones. The Charmed Ones can’t die.”
“Your Aunt Phoebe died,” Leo reminded her, softly.
“But that was years ago,” Melinda protested, as if that made a lick of difference. “It’s been seventeen years since they burned her. Mom can’t be dead.”
Leo hugged his daughter to him and they stood there, silent for a minute.
When Melinda pulled away there were tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She took in a shaky breath and swiped at the tears, for once not so concerned that she missed most of them. Finally, she looked at Leo. “Where’s Aunt Prue?”
“She’s at home,” Leo informed her, suddenly apprehensive, though he could see no reason. “Andy wanted her to stay put.”
“Then, I’m going to see her,” Melinda declared. “Do you want to come?”
Leo shook his head. “There’s nothing I can do.”
“All right,” she conceded, tears flowing once again. “I’ll see you later, Dad. Food’s on the table. I love you, Dad.”
“I love you, Melinda,” Leo returned, hugging his daughter once more. “Be careful.”
Melinda nodded and drew in another shaky breath. She wiped away the remainder of her tears and composed her face. “I will.” With this words, those final words, she orbed out.
Most of the time, it takes hours to get from San Francisco to Boston, or even days if you took a car. Melinda was there in seconds.
Prudence Victoria Halliwell-Trudeau, Prue to those who knew her, was almost unrecognizable to even her closest acquaintances as she sat on one end of a couch in her living room sobbing. Her clothes were torn, having refused to allow her husband to fix those. She wanted her sisters. Blood, not all hers, was caked onto her clothes in different places, thought the wounds that had caused the blood were gone.
Her husband, Andrew David Trudeau, Andy to those close to him, had his arms wrapped around her, trying in vain to give his wife some measure of comfort. As it was, he simple held her as he had ever since he had arrived home with her.
On the other end of the small couch, Prue and Andy’s two daughters, huddled in each other’s arms, both crying hard.
Patricia Phoebe Trudeau, called Pat by most people, was the older by two years. All of fifteen, she at that moment wasn’t feeling that being oldest was a good thing. It meant she had to show some sort of control for her younger sister.
Victoria Penelope Trudeau, Vicki to all, was all of thirteen. The loss of her two aunts had hit her hard, but right at that moment as she sobbed, her head was being invaded by bizarre images, things she didn’t want to see. Her mother called it her power, but Vicki failed to see the usefulness of seeing events that never happened to people who didn’t exist. It seemed to happen most when she was emotional, very happy, or like now, very sad.
When Melinda orbed in, no one looked up. “Aunt Prue?”
The sound her niece’s voice caused, Prue to look up. “Melinda. You shouldn’t have come.” Realizing how that sounded she tried again. “Are you all right? Did Leo tell you?”
“He told me,” Melinda admitted, “but I won’t accept it. We will fix this.”
“We can’t, Melinda,” Prue informed her. “They are gone.”
“I’ll write a spell,” Melinda declared. “I’ll take us back in time. I’m twice blessed. It has to be good for something.”
Pat let go of her little sister and stood up. She looked at Melinda, her eyes red. “Melinda, think. You might make things worse. You might end up getting Mom killed, too.”
Melinda shuddered. “Then, I’ll have to make sure I word it right. Won’t I?”
Still on the couch, Vicki looked at her pleading. “Time travel’s tricky, Mel.”
Not permitting herself to admit that this could fail she looked at her aunt. “Can you get the Book of Shadows? It is here, right?”
Prue nodded and she stood. Without a word, she walked out of the room.
“Uncle Andy?” Melinda looked at her uncle questioningly. “What’s wrong? I can tell you have something you want to say.”
“No,” Andy denied. Other than the obvious, nothing is wrong. What do you need to make this work?”
Melinda considered the plan roaming through her brain. “Chalk and a blank wall.”
Andy nodded. “Upstairs then. There is a blank wall in Vicki’s room.”
“Dad!” Vicki exclaimed, though it was only a token protest. She wanted her aunts back, too.
Andy smiled. Seeing that he was serious about her wall, Vicki sighed and left the room. Andy, Melinda, and Pat followed her out.
About half an hour later, Vicki and Pat sat on Vicki’s bed. It really was a sparse thing, with no pictures, posters, or even colorful paint on the walls.
Andy was sitting on a chair near his daughter’s bed. He didn’t want to interfere as his wife and niece worked.
Prue and Melinda were in the midst of drawing a triquetra on the wall. Prue didn’t think it appropriate. “It’s the symbol of the power of three, which is no more.”
“It’s the symbol of the Halliwells,” Melinda argued. “It had been on the Book of Shadows for generations. Besides we have no other symbol to use.”
Prue sighed as she relented. “Did you fix the spell how you want it?”
Melinda nodded as she put the finishing touches on the triquetra. “I think it should work.”
“In that case, let’s do this.” Prue saw no point in delaying it. Unlike Melinda, she wasn’t confident it would work, but it was better than nothing and if there was the slightest chance she would get back her sisters than she would do whatever she had to.
Melinda picked up a sheet of paper lying on the bed next to Vicki. “Will you say it with me, Aunt Prue? Pat and Vicki, too. We need all the power behind it that we can get.”
Pat looked at her parent for permission as Vicki stood and walked over to Melinda’s side. At Prue’s nod, Pat joined her mom, sister, and cousin.
Melinda held out the paper for all to see, silently begging for it to work.
Andy stood from his chair and walked over to them. He put a hand on his wife’s shoulder, to comfort, to give strength and support.
Pat and Vicki joined hands. Vicki’s left hand rested on Melinda’s arm.
Prue held the edge of the paper with her right hand. Her eyes closed briefly, wishing, hoping.
As one the four remaining Halliwell witches read allowed the words on the page. “In this time of darkest need, we call upon the Warren seed. Let those within this building dwell, save the Charmed Ones with this spell. Take us to a place where we’ll be close enough to save these three.”
As they finished reading, Prue turned to Melinda a frown on her face. “That’s not a time travel spell.”
Before Melinda could respond, the triquetra on the wall glowed blue and all five were pulled into the unknown.
TITLE: Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part One
AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
TYPE: Series (Charmed: Heritage 1X07)
RATING: T (for Charmed type violence, talk of death, and the erasure of an entire reality)
LEAD CHARACTERS: Wyatt, Chris, Pipe, Leo, Prue, Andy, Melinda, Pat, and Vicki (and Paige to some degree with special appearance by witch elder Kevin)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Pat Trudeau, Vicki Trudeau, Melinda Wyatt (the “Morality Bites” one grown up), Ladybug Halliwell, Cilly Halliwell, Hope Halliwell, Alanna Mitchell (with a think a brief glimpse of her twin, Janice), Drinka Deguilio, and a few unnamed and unimportant people
SHORT SUMMARY: Sat, Feb 13, 2027 – When Melinda Wyatt finds out that her mom and her aunt Paige were killed in battle she enlists the help of her Aunt Prue to try and travel back in time to save them, except nothing goes as she plans and they end up in another reality where Wyatt and Chris must deal with the sister they never had and try to keep her and those who came with her from ceasing to exist forever.
Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part 1
Disclaimer: Do you even have to ask? I’ve been fantasizing about what I would do if I won the PCH recently. I considered buying rights to Charmed, but I figured that would probably cost too much . . . think they would rent rights to me? Of course I’d actually have to win the money, which I haven’t. Oh, well. Once can dream. I own my original characters, but most of them are my names and my personalities for unnamed characters on Charmed, with the exception of Pat, Vicki, and Drinka.
Prologue – Melinda’s Last Hope
Sat, Feb 13, 2027
The Wyatt household had never been one that was very loud. In fact the house Leo Wyatt shared with his only child, his daughter, Melinda, was generally very quiet. Today was no different. For all that it was the day before Valentine’s Day, neither father nor daughter had a sweetheart to give alter to their days.
Melinda paced the floor of her father’s house as she talked on the phone with one of her very few friends. Her brown hair, hung loose around her shoulders as the newly twenty-five-year-old walked in circles. “I know. My dad is really protective of me. I’m pretty sure it has to do with the divorce and we both know how long ago that was.”
Behind her current path, the sound of the door opening and closing barely registered. A moment later her father, Leo Wyatt, walked into the room. He looked defeated.
“I don’t see Mom much these days, but . . .” Melinda’s voice halted as she saw her dad. “Dad’s home. I’ve got to go. Bye.” After listening to her friends response, she hung up the phone. As soon as it was in its cradle, she rushed over to her father’s side. “Dad, dinner’s ready. I finished it about.”
“Melinda, not now,” Leo’s words were a little harsher than he meant them to be. “Your Aunt Prue called. They lost.”
“They lost?” Melinda repeated confused. Those were words she never heard in regards to her mom and aunts. “Are they all right?”
Leo shook his head, sorrow welling up with in him, for everything that had just happened and everything that had happened over the years from the moment Phoebe’s friend had been murdered more than seventeen years before to this very latest death, the one that hurt him the most. “No, Melinda. They aren’t all right.” He inhaled a shaky breath. “The battle was in an anti-orbing zone, so they couldn’t call me or your uncle. Prue managed to get far enough away that she could call Andy, but Paige and your mom are dead.”
“Dead?” Melinda stared at him in disbelief. “They can’t be dead. They’re the Charmed Ones. The Charmed Ones can’t die.”
“Your Aunt Phoebe died,” Leo reminded her, softly.
“But that was years ago,” Melinda protested, as if that made a lick of difference. “It’s been seventeen years since they burned her. Mom can’t be dead.”
Leo hugged his daughter to him and they stood there, silent for a minute.
When Melinda pulled away there were tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She took in a shaky breath and swiped at the tears, for once not so concerned that she missed most of them. Finally, she looked at Leo. “Where’s Aunt Prue?”
“She’s at home,” Leo informed her, suddenly apprehensive, though he could see no reason. “Andy wanted her to stay put.”
“Then, I’m going to see her,” Melinda declared. “Do you want to come?”
Leo shook his head. “There’s nothing I can do.”
“All right,” she conceded, tears flowing once again. “I’ll see you later, Dad. Food’s on the table. I love you, Dad.”
“I love you, Melinda,” Leo returned, hugging his daughter once more. “Be careful.”
Melinda nodded and drew in another shaky breath. She wiped away the remainder of her tears and composed her face. “I will.” With this words, those final words, she orbed out.
Most of the time, it takes hours to get from San Francisco to Boston, or even days if you took a car. Melinda was there in seconds.
Prudence Victoria Halliwell-Trudeau, Prue to those who knew her, was almost unrecognizable to even her closest acquaintances as she sat on one end of a couch in her living room sobbing. Her clothes were torn, having refused to allow her husband to fix those. She wanted her sisters. Blood, not all hers, was caked onto her clothes in different places, thought the wounds that had caused the blood were gone.
Her husband, Andrew David Trudeau, Andy to those close to him, had his arms wrapped around her, trying in vain to give his wife some measure of comfort. As it was, he simple held her as he had ever since he had arrived home with her.
On the other end of the small couch, Prue and Andy’s two daughters, huddled in each other’s arms, both crying hard.
Patricia Phoebe Trudeau, called Pat by most people, was the older by two years. All of fifteen, she at that moment wasn’t feeling that being oldest was a good thing. It meant she had to show some sort of control for her younger sister.
Victoria Penelope Trudeau, Vicki to all, was all of thirteen. The loss of her two aunts had hit her hard, but right at that moment as she sobbed, her head was being invaded by bizarre images, things she didn’t want to see. Her mother called it her power, but Vicki failed to see the usefulness of seeing events that never happened to people who didn’t exist. It seemed to happen most when she was emotional, very happy, or like now, very sad.
When Melinda orbed in, no one looked up. “Aunt Prue?”
The sound her niece’s voice caused, Prue to look up. “Melinda. You shouldn’t have come.” Realizing how that sounded she tried again. “Are you all right? Did Leo tell you?”
“He told me,” Melinda admitted, “but I won’t accept it. We will fix this.”
“We can’t, Melinda,” Prue informed her. “They are gone.”
“I’ll write a spell,” Melinda declared. “I’ll take us back in time. I’m twice blessed. It has to be good for something.”
Pat let go of her little sister and stood up. She looked at Melinda, her eyes red. “Melinda, think. You might make things worse. You might end up getting Mom killed, too.”
Melinda shuddered. “Then, I’ll have to make sure I word it right. Won’t I?”
Still on the couch, Vicki looked at her pleading. “Time travel’s tricky, Mel.”
Not permitting herself to admit that this could fail she looked at her aunt. “Can you get the Book of Shadows? It is here, right?”
Prue nodded and she stood. Without a word, she walked out of the room.
“Uncle Andy?” Melinda looked at her uncle questioningly. “What’s wrong? I can tell you have something you want to say.”
“No,” Andy denied. Other than the obvious, nothing is wrong. What do you need to make this work?”
Melinda considered the plan roaming through her brain. “Chalk and a blank wall.”
Andy nodded. “Upstairs then. There is a blank wall in Vicki’s room.”
“Dad!” Vicki exclaimed, though it was only a token protest. She wanted her aunts back, too.
Andy smiled. Seeing that he was serious about her wall, Vicki sighed and left the room. Andy, Melinda, and Pat followed her out.
About half an hour later, Vicki and Pat sat on Vicki’s bed. It really was a sparse thing, with no pictures, posters, or even colorful paint on the walls.
Andy was sitting on a chair near his daughter’s bed. He didn’t want to interfere as his wife and niece worked.
Prue and Melinda were in the midst of drawing a triquetra on the wall. Prue didn’t think it appropriate. “It’s the symbol of the power of three, which is no more.”
“It’s the symbol of the Halliwells,” Melinda argued. “It had been on the Book of Shadows for generations. Besides we have no other symbol to use.”
Prue sighed as she relented. “Did you fix the spell how you want it?”
Melinda nodded as she put the finishing touches on the triquetra. “I think it should work.”
“In that case, let’s do this.” Prue saw no point in delaying it. Unlike Melinda, she wasn’t confident it would work, but it was better than nothing and if there was the slightest chance she would get back her sisters than she would do whatever she had to.
Melinda picked up a sheet of paper lying on the bed next to Vicki. “Will you say it with me, Aunt Prue? Pat and Vicki, too. We need all the power behind it that we can get.”
Pat looked at her parent for permission as Vicki stood and walked over to Melinda’s side. At Prue’s nod, Pat joined her mom, sister, and cousin.
Melinda held out the paper for all to see, silently begging for it to work.
Andy stood from his chair and walked over to them. He put a hand on his wife’s shoulder, to comfort, to give strength and support.
Pat and Vicki joined hands. Vicki’s left hand rested on Melinda’s arm.
Prue held the edge of the paper with her right hand. Her eyes closed briefly, wishing, hoping.
As one the four remaining Halliwell witches read allowed the words on the page. “In this time of darkest need, we call upon the Warren seed. Let those within this building dwell, save the Charmed Ones with this spell. Take us to a place where we’ll be close enough to save these three.”
As they finished reading, Prue turned to Melinda a frown on her face. “That’s not a time travel spell.”
Before Melinda could respond, the triquetra on the wall glowed blue and all five were pulled into the unknown.
