A:N/ Ok, if any of you remember a few months ago I had a different chapter 5 up…it sucked. I mean it sucked hard. So I deleted it. I mean c'mon, a sorceress in the mountains? What was I on? W/ever, my point being, my original idea was bad so I'm redoing it. Sorry if I confused or pissed anybody off. Oh, and I figure, I made you guys wait long enough, so I'll give you another chapter tonight. But I expect a review for each one or I'm never doing it again, got it?
Chapter 5: Revised and SO much better!
Phoebe and Prue sat in the kitchen looking through the Book of Shadows. Neither of them spoke. Every once in awhile Prue would shoot Phoebe a cold glance then turn back to her work.
Finally Phoebe sighed and whipped off her glasses roughly.
"Ok Prue! I get it! You're pissed at me! What else do you want from me? I already apologized a million times! You want me to do it again? All right, I'm sorry! It was a stupid and irresponsible thing to do and I'm a horrible, horrible person for even considering it! There, you happy now?" Phoebe fumed.
"I'm not the one you need to apologize to." Prue said flatly and turned back to the book.
"Fine," Phoebe muttered and got up. She walked upstairs and knocked on Piper's door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me," Phoebe replied. There was a long pause then finally Piper spoke up.
Phoebe opened the door and slowly walked in. She noticed invisible Piper was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard.
"Piper, uh, c-can I talk to you?" Phoebe asked as she sat at the edge of the bed.
"I guess," Piper replied blankly, folding her arms over her chest.
"Ok, Piper, I am so, so unbelievably sorry. I-I don't know what I was thinking…"
"You're weren't…" Piper interrupted.
"You're right, I wasn't. I never should've done those spells, I never should've even thought about it. S-so, I understand if you wanna hate me forever." Phoebe finished and looked down.
Piper let out a long breath then moved next to her at the end.
"I don't hate you, I should, but I don't." Piper told her as she looked at her baby sister sympathetically.
"Why not?" Phoebe urged as she looked up, tears in her eyes.
"Because you're my sister, if I was supposed to hate you everytime you tried to steal one of my boyfriends…well, then…we'd be at war." Piper smiled and chuckled.
Phoebe wiped her eyes and laughed. She leaned over and hugged Piper tightly.
"Thanks Piper, I swear we're gonna fix this."
"You guys! I found something!" Prue called from downstairs.
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "What I tell ya?"
They laughed and the two of them walked downstairs.
"You two alright now?" Prue asked as she watched them sit down.
"Yea, we are." Phoebe answered. She looked over to Piper and smiled. Of course it wouldn't have seemed stupid if it didn't look like Phoebe was smiling at a pair of floating clothes.
"So what'd you find Prue?" Piper asked.
"I don't know how I could have possibly missed this. Alright, there isn't a spell or a potion that we can make, but there is someone who can." Prue began. "There's an old Crone in the Underworld who masters in potion making, apparently she has the ability to conjure just about any ingredient in the world, even if it isn't around anymore." Prue skimmed her finger over the page as she read.
"The Martha Stewart of Potions." Phoebe mumbled comically.
Prue nodded. "Also, she's been alive for centuries. Legend has it that she's the daughter of the very first Source."
"So, that would make her bad, wouldn't it?" Piper asked, looking at the drawing of the old woman.
"Technically yes, but she's not, at least, not according to the Book. It says here that she once made a potion to cure one of our ancestors, apparently another witch had put her under a curse…" She eyed Phoebe. "After-she-tried to steal the other woman's husband."
"Hmm, guess it runs in the family." Phoebe shrugged uncomfortably and averted her gaze.
"Mmhmm," Prue rolled her eyes.
"So does it say how we find this miracle woman?" Phoebe asked, taking the Book from Prue and scanning the page.
"What? You're not actually thinking of going and seeing her are you?" Piper screamed in disbelief.
"Well, yea. Piper, I would think you of all people would want to see her as soon as possible." Phoebe intoned.
"Of course, yea, but I have a bad feeling about going to get magical help from the original-Source's- daughter!" Piper said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was.
"She has a point Phoebes, I mean that's a lot of trust to be putting into someone like that. Think what she could do with all of our powers." Prue conceded.
"You two have nothing to worry about, because I'm going down there myself."
"What?" Prue demanded.
"Excuse me? I don't think so!" Piper screeched.
"Even if we decide to use her help, you're not going down there alone, especially not without an active power."
Phoebe rolled her eyes. What was she, stupid? Don't answer that…She was perfectly capable of defending herself against a little old lady.
"C'mon you guys. I have to; it's my fault Piper's invisible. I made this mess and now I have to clean it up." Phoebe declared firmly.
Prue and Piper exchanged a glance; well at least that's what it looked like.
"Alright, but you're going in loaded." Prue spoke up.
"Uh, guys," Piper interrupted. "The Book doesn't say how we're supposed to find her." She poked the page as to prove her point.
This time Phoebe and Prue exchanged an unsettling glance.
See, this chapter was much better, don't you think?
'It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame, it's for the bodies I claim! And those. Only go. So. Far…
Sorry peoples, I've been listening to My Chemical Romance again…but I think that's my new favorite quote…yep, definitely. So.Tired. Gonna Die.