An: Ya'll still with me here? I haven't lost you yet, have I? Hopefully that'll still be true after you finish reading this chapter. It's a little confusing, but whatever. I did the best I could. Time traveling isn't something I have first hand experience with, sue me if I messed up some tenses. Wait, I take that back! Don't sue, please. I'm so broke. And, yes yes, I do believe that "The Explaination" should be coming in a chapter or two. Maybe as soon as next chapter, but I wouldn't get your hopes up too hight yet. It all depends on what my fingers and my brain decide to type out for the next chap. Who know, it could be as boring and confusing as this one is. Aw well, hope you enjoy!
The world spins. I blink. Everything's the same when I open my eyes. Prue seems just as shocked as I am, staring at me with a look of suspicion. Phoebe's crying, muttering indistinctively into her dead sister's shoulder. Leo's still frozen, mid speech, in the foyer. My ears are still ringing from Piper slamming the front door. An alternate universe, the past, an illusion… this is mind boggling.
Prue's the first one to break out of her trance. She pushes Phoebe back slightly, confusion battling suspicion on her face. "Uh, Phoebe, honey, what's going on? Who the hell is this?" she asks, glaring slightly at me as I wave timidly.
"Yeah, uh, Phoebs, can I, uh, talk to you, please?" I stutter, feeling vaguely uncomfortable under the eldest, the deceased Halliwell's stare. Now that is what I envisioned the Charmed Ones first impression being like. Threatening, accusing, and just a little bit awe inspiring. "Um, you know, alone."
Phoebe turns to look at me, her eyes still bright with tears, confusion coloring her face. "What the hell is going on, Embers?" she asks, her voice soft, her hand latched tightly around her big sister's. "Just… why? Prue… she's, she's here," she utters, her voice breaking.
That statement just confuses Prue even more. "Of course I'm here, Phoebs! Why the hell wouldn't I be there? And who the hell is this? Damnit, did she see Piper use her magic?" her voices drops to a whisper on the last sentence, worry joining the fight with suspicion as she glances over at me. Worry that her sister might be exposed or worry that I did something to push Phoebe over the edge? Maybe both, judging from that glare. I think I like this sister.
I jump down the last two steps, and extend my hand toward Prue, who ignores it and continues glaring at me. "Hi, Embers Larson. I know Phoebe from… um…" I trail off as I take a small step back; hoping Phoebe picks up the hint. This was not the outcome I'd hoped for when I cast that resurrection spell. I was hoping for Belthazor to be standing in front of me. That would have been a hell of a lot easier to deal with then this. A twice dead demon I can handle. A resurrected Charmed One, on the other hand…
"Um, school. We know each other from school," Phoebe finally jumps in, the reality of the situation dawning on her. "We were studying when I hear you call me, so I, uh, we… just came down. Sorry, I forgot to tell you that she was here, and… yeah," she forces a grin, and reluctantly backs away from her sister.
Prue, still glaring, doesn't seem convinced. Now I am certainly screwed. And of course my downfall comes in the form of the dead sister, not the three live and kicking ones. There's poetic justice in that, I guess. Course, now this is all starting to fall into place. Call for a demon, get a witch. Calling blood with blood, using the sisters' blood. Of course it all adds up to getting the other sister. I really have to think things through before I jump in headfirst.
I hold my breath as Prue opens her mouth, surely about to drill me about the fact that I just saw her little sister freeze her husband… or is it boyfriend right now?… and I'm not completely flipping out. Well, that's not true, I'm freaking out big time here, but not over Piper freezing Leo. I mean, she freezes him on a pretty much daily bases… or will freeze him on a… you know what? Never mind. Thank god for unfreezing whitelighters.
Leo blinks in confusion, the emotion of the day it seems, taking in the three women, minus his wif… girlfriend. Damn I cannot keep track. "Phoebe, where'd you com… damn, she froze me, didn't she?" Leo asks, cutting Prue off before she can get a word out. "Which way did she go? Upstairs?" he asks, looking a Prue. Small favors and all.
I grab Phoebe's arm and drag her back up the stairs, hoping to get back to my room before Prue turns her attention back to the "stranger" in the house. Phoebe, thankfully, doesn't protest, and follows me quickly into the room before shutting and locking the door. Not that it'd keep Prue out, but still, it's the thought that counts, right?
She turns to be, her eyes wide in disbelief. "What the hell is going on? How the hell did we get back to the past? And don't you dare tell me you have no idea, because I have a feeling that you know exactly what's going on here," she pauses to take a deep breath, propping her hands on her hips. "Spill it, Embers. Now."
I groan, falling backwards onto the bed. I knew I'd have to tell them sooner or later, but I was really hoping it would be later. As in way, way, way in the future later. After I'd given Belthazor a piece of my mind, and kicked his ass back to wherever he's hiding. Preferably, in a time where I actually, sort of exist. And she's still staring at me, waiting for an answer. And, oh god, there's Prue coming up the stairs.
I sit up quickly, grinning weakly at Phoebe. "Well, this isn't exactly the way I wanted to tell you, but… extenuating circumstances and all," I stand and pull her hands up, grasping them tightly in mine. "Just don't freak out and try killing me, please. I'd appreciate it."
Before she can say anything, before Prue can unlock the door with her telekinesis, I've shimmered us out of the room and somewhere that's because quite familiar to both of us, or will be in years to come. She pulls back with a gasp as she looks around the damp room. She whispers two words laced with overwhelming emotion.
Ah! I know, right? Phoebe knows... sorta. Maybe, maybe it could be next chapter. I'll try to get my brain and fingers to agree to it, okay? Now... let me know what you thought. HINT:The more reviews I get, the more inspired I am to write:TNIH