Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 18:33:24 GMT -4
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TITLE: Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part Two
AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
TYPE: Series (Charmed: Heritage 1X08)
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, Vicki, Paige (to some degree Alanna and Janice Mitchell with special appearance by Henry, Victor, Sam, and Mikelle)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Pat Trudeau, Vicki Trudeau, Melinda Wyatt (the “Morality Bites” one grown up), Ladybug Halliwell, Cilly Halliwell, Hope Halliwell, Alanna Mitchell, Janice Mitchell, Hank Mitchell, Steve Kessler, Ben Trudeau, Alice Wells Trudeau, Mark Trudeau, and Beth Trudeau. Oh, and a demon, not named.
SHORT SUMMARY: Sun, Feb 14, 2027 – Bad turns to worse as those from the “Witch Hunts” reality start to literally fade from view. It’s a race against the clock as they try to come up with some way to keep them there.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed. I do own a large number of character in this story and any spells within the story. With the exception of Andy and Prue all characters with the last name Trudeau are mine.
There was dark hair peeking out from under the covers of both of the two beds. One bed clearly had two people in it. The other bed showed signs of movement. Fingers grasped the covers, but there was something wrong. The fingers were there, but they were transparent. The fingers pushed back the covers revealing Melinda Wyatt. Her eyes were half closed. She yawned as she climbed out of bed. Her feet hit the floor and she looked around. She was wearing a long white nightgown which she had borrowed from her mother. Melinda hugged the thought to her. Her lips turned to a frown and her eyes fully opened as she looked around the unfamiliar room. All at once shock filled her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous evening.
She rushed over to the other bed and pushed back the covers revealing her cousins, Pat and Vicki Trudeau, lying back to back. She reached out her hand, again, to shake Pat awake. She froze as she finally noticed her fingers. She pulled in a shaky breath and backed up. She stared down at her hands, trembling. She stood there for several seconds barely moving before hesitantly touching her hands to her face. The feel of her fingers on her face brought some relief to her face. She reached out and touched the bedpost of the bed her cousins shared. Her fingers grasped the wood firmly despite being transparent. She reached out her hand and shook Pat’s shoulder. “Pat. Wake up, Pat!”
Pat’s eyes blinked open and she looked up at Melinda. Question was in her eyes. When Melinda held out her hand, Pat’s eyes widened as she scrambled up into a sitting position, back against the headboard. “What on earth?!”
Melinda didn’t hear her. Her own eyes were transfixed on Pat’s hands. Like her own, Pat’s hands were transparent. Melinda reached down and grabbed Pat’s left hand, holding it up for inspection.
Pat drew in an unsteady breath. “My hand, too.” At her side, she felt her sister stir, but she didn’t look down. When Melinda dropped Pat’s hand, Pat asked, “What’s going on?”
“He said we were starting to fade,” Melinda reminded her with a shaky breath. “I guess now we’re starting to show it.”
Pat turned to her sister and started shaking her.
Vicki wiggled, trying to avoid her. “I’m tired Pat.”
“Vicki, wake up,” Pat begged. “We’re running out of time.”
Vicki yawned and turned over. Her eyes fell on Melinda’s hands. Her expression didn’t change as she looked down at Pat’s hands, but her thoughts did. That’s really strange. If both of them have hands that are see through. . . She scooted up into a sitting position and held out her hands. They, too, are transparent. She closed her eyes briefly. Me, too. This is not good. She gulped and opened them. “Let’s find Mom and Dad. Clearly nothing worked last night.”
“No kidding,” Pat retorted. She pushed the covers back. Under them she was wearing a pajama top and cotton shorts. She climbed out of bed and headed over to a pile of clothes neatly folded on the dresser. “Let’s hurry so we can find them. I don’t want to disappear.”
Vicki nodded as she climbed out of bed, revealing a nightgown that hit halfway down her thighs.
Melinda grabbed the clothes she had worn the day before. Piper had washed them while the girls slept, so they were clean and neatly folded. She worked at getting her jeans on under nightgown.
“I don’t want to go either,” Vicki replied to her sister.
“I’m not going without a fight,” Melinda informed her cousins, determination in her voice. Her thoughts were not so sure. I hope.
TITLE: Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part Two
AUTHOR: StoryGirl83
TYPE: Series (Charmed: Heritage 1X08)
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, Vicki, Paige (to some degree Alanna and Janice Mitchell with special appearance by Henry, Victor, Sam, and Mikelle)
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: Pat Trudeau, Vicki Trudeau, Melinda Wyatt (the “Morality Bites” one grown up), Ladybug Halliwell, Cilly Halliwell, Hope Halliwell, Alanna Mitchell, Janice Mitchell, Hank Mitchell, Steve Kessler, Ben Trudeau, Alice Wells Trudeau, Mark Trudeau, and Beth Trudeau. Oh, and a demon, not named.
SHORT SUMMARY: Sun, Feb 14, 2027 – Bad turns to worse as those from the “Witch Hunts” reality start to literally fade from view. It’s a race against the clock as they try to come up with some way to keep them there.
Morality Bites 2: Biting Back ~ Part 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed. I do own a large number of character in this story and any spells within the story. With the exception of Andy and Prue all characters with the last name Trudeau are mine.
Chapter One - Not All There
Sunday, February 14, 2027
There was dark hair peeking out from under the covers of both of the two beds. One bed clearly had two people in it. The other bed showed signs of movement. Fingers grasped the covers, but there was something wrong. The fingers were there, but they were transparent. The fingers pushed back the covers revealing Melinda Wyatt. Her eyes were half closed. She yawned as she climbed out of bed. Her feet hit the floor and she looked around. She was wearing a long white nightgown which she had borrowed from her mother. Melinda hugged the thought to her. Her lips turned to a frown and her eyes fully opened as she looked around the unfamiliar room. All at once shock filled her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous evening.
She rushed over to the other bed and pushed back the covers revealing her cousins, Pat and Vicki Trudeau, lying back to back. She reached out her hand, again, to shake Pat awake. She froze as she finally noticed her fingers. She pulled in a shaky breath and backed up. She stared down at her hands, trembling. She stood there for several seconds barely moving before hesitantly touching her hands to her face. The feel of her fingers on her face brought some relief to her face. She reached out and touched the bedpost of the bed her cousins shared. Her fingers grasped the wood firmly despite being transparent. She reached out her hand and shook Pat’s shoulder. “Pat. Wake up, Pat!”
Pat’s eyes blinked open and she looked up at Melinda. Question was in her eyes. When Melinda held out her hand, Pat’s eyes widened as she scrambled up into a sitting position, back against the headboard. “What on earth?!”
Melinda didn’t hear her. Her own eyes were transfixed on Pat’s hands. Like her own, Pat’s hands were transparent. Melinda reached down and grabbed Pat’s left hand, holding it up for inspection.
Pat drew in an unsteady breath. “My hand, too.” At her side, she felt her sister stir, but she didn’t look down. When Melinda dropped Pat’s hand, Pat asked, “What’s going on?”
“He said we were starting to fade,” Melinda reminded her with a shaky breath. “I guess now we’re starting to show it.”
Pat turned to her sister and started shaking her.
Vicki wiggled, trying to avoid her. “I’m tired Pat.”
“Vicki, wake up,” Pat begged. “We’re running out of time.”
Vicki yawned and turned over. Her eyes fell on Melinda’s hands. Her expression didn’t change as she looked down at Pat’s hands, but her thoughts did. That’s really strange. If both of them have hands that are see through. . . She scooted up into a sitting position and held out her hands. They, too, are transparent. She closed her eyes briefly. Me, too. This is not good. She gulped and opened them. “Let’s find Mom and Dad. Clearly nothing worked last night.”
“No kidding,” Pat retorted. She pushed the covers back. Under them she was wearing a pajama top and cotton shorts. She climbed out of bed and headed over to a pile of clothes neatly folded on the dresser. “Let’s hurry so we can find them. I don’t want to disappear.”
Vicki nodded as she climbed out of bed, revealing a nightgown that hit halfway down her thighs.
Melinda grabbed the clothes she had worn the day before. Piper had washed them while the girls slept, so they were clean and neatly folded. She worked at getting her jeans on under nightgown.
“I don’t want to go either,” Vicki replied to her sister.
“I’m not going without a fight,” Melinda informed her cousins, determination in her voice. Her thoughts were not so sure. I hope.