This is the first fanfiction of a long serie that is going to be about 5-6 fanfics, starting with this one (The lives of Patty, Victor and Penny) until the Charmed ones lives as adults (In the last fanfiction).

Story dedicated to my dear friend, Ibrahil Prang.


Prologue.

"Patty, sweetheart!", shouted her mother from the kitchen,"You'll be late if don't leave now to the Bennett's!"

"I'm going mom, going!", replied Patty running downstairs, while adjusted her mini skirt to cover her legs as much as it could, so her parents couldn't say anything about her clothing. She'd re acommodate her skirt to show more skin after leaving home, of course.

"Are you ready?", asked her father, Allen, leaving the newspaper over the table and taking the car's keys to drive Patty to her new job as babysitter. She was still too young to have a driving license and truth be told, he loved to carry her everywhere.

"How do I look?", asked, bitting her lips, looking at her shoes kind of nervous.

Penny walked to the stairs from the kitchen, drying her hands in a towel and smiled sweetly. Her fifteen-years-old daughter wore white summer sandals, a jeans mini skirt she knew she was going to lift as soon as she couldn't see her, even though the girl thought she had no idea all teenagers of all the times did that, as her own mother when she was young. She wore also a light blue strapless shirt that outlined very well her tiny weist.
She zipped her green jacket before her dad had the chance to see her; he used to be just a little jealous with his only child, and would start saying her cleavage showed too much when she actually though she looked like a muslim with all that clothe on...both of them over reacted, at Penny's eyes, but they were like that.

"You look beautiful", said her father, kissing her check and also, taking the edge of her skirt and covering her tights a little more with it, "Better".

"Sure", whispered Patty, rolling here eyes,"And my hair?...I wanted to curly it but I hadn't enough time and was so much easier straight it and..."

"Sweetie, calm down", asked her mother, "You're just going to babysit Molly a couple of hours, you don't even know if Victor will be there".

"I know", snorted, wrinkling her nose, "But I hadn't seen him since...nine years? At least, I want to give him a good impression".

"Good impression?", asked her father,"You look as if you were waiting Victor to ask you marry him; I believe you're exaggerating".

"I just want to look good, is that wrong?", complained, a little bit angry.

"No", smiled Penny, "But it's time for you to leave. Blessed be", said kissing Allen before open the dore, waiting for Patty to cross it, "Blessed be, just relax", adviced before kissing her forehead and let her walk to the car, under the watchful eye of her husband.

Patty hopped in the new Toyoya his father bought to give her driving lessons and would be hers as soon as she turned sixteen and got her driving license. It was red, nor too big, neither small, but five people would enter easily, and a little crammed, six or seven.

"You're not longer a little girl", he sighed when she sat on the car, and realized the girl he had taken to school nine years ago, had dissapeared and now, he had a young beautiful lady who would be an adult very soon.

Patty smiled and held his father hand on hers, who had to separate to put his both hands on the car wheel.

The brown haired girl, was the same still. Determinated, independient and with a sense of responsability highly developed. She was very estudious, and flirtly too, but shy when she really liked a guy. Her passion was singing, so turned on the radio when noticed it was off.

"I like this song", commented Allen at listening the melody of a chorus of a Cindy Louper's song that was the last hit.

"Yes, I'm waiting for your change of heart, at the edge of my seat, please, turn it around".

They were singing together, moving their heads and drumming with their fingers. Both enjoyed mutual company, father and daughter moments and share their singing passion.

"Days go by leaving me with a hunger, I could fly back to when we were younger", continued Patty, thinking in how would be Victor now, after not seeing him for so long.

Her friend had came from Detroit, Michigan and transferred to San Francisco cause his father's job when they were six-years-old, but Mrs. Bennett hated to live out of her home town, so as soon the first grade was over, they decided go back to Michigan, making the two bestfriend say goodbye.

"When adventures like cars we would ride, and the years lied ahead sill untried", sang Allen, turning on a corner carefully.

Now, Victor's father had been retransferred to the city and, for things of fate, was working at the same office Penny was, being her who suggested Bennett Patty as the babysitter of their younger daughter, who, before they leaving San Francisco, was just a baby bump.
Thinking about earn her own money and also, the curiosity it have her to met her old best friend of she had just small memories, she had accepted, and now, was standing in his door.

"Waiting for your change of heart..."

That was the last sentence she heard before her father turned off the car.

"Do you want I go with you?"

"No dad, I'm not getting lost or anything, but thank you", she joked and kissed him, running to the bell ring.

Inside, in the Bennett's house, Dorothy was stacking her daughters notebooks, leaving them ready when Patty arrived, so she could help the kid with her homework because Victor was busy enough with his and her and her husband had a business dinner to attend that night.

"Molly Bennett!", yelled Dorothy, watching her running and playing with a bouncing ball around the room,"Stop moving, your hairdo is going to disarm, and I didn't spend that much time braiding your hair for nothing".

"Okay mom", replied with a puppy face, sitting on her bed.

"I want you to give a good impression to Penelope's Halliwell daughter. It's very important that you be good and sweet with her, if you want that your dad have a good relation ship with his boss", she recalled her, strict, acommodating some hair ribbons tangled on the dark and black hair of her daughter.

"Hum...", she growled, since when was her job to keep her father's?

"Was that a complaining, missy?", asked angrily, "You know I don't accept disrepect in this house, less from a lady like you".

"I'm sorry", she said loudly.

"That's my girl", smiled her mother, squeezing her cheeks in a painful way that her two children hated.

The bell ring echoed in the house, making Molly smile because she knew in a few hours her mother would leave and leave her alone for a while, and would be very probable for her to have some fun with the girl that came to take care of her; as all nine-years-old, the idea of having teenager big sister, excited her a lot.

"If I don't go, anybody does", complained Dorothy, walking fast and making her heels echo on the floor.

She crossed the living room and noticed Victor there.

"What are you doing here?, Weren't you at the university, in the advanced biology class?"

"Yes, but it was cancelled. They said they'll open the classes for high school students again, but next year. Tecnicall stuff", he explained, bringing a cookie to his mouth that his mother took away: she never let them eat when it wasn't time for it.

"I think it's horrible that you're missing those classes, missing that huge opportunity, Victor Bennett", reproached, as it was his fault, "Sit as the decent people, straight your back. Molly's babysitter is here".

Victor raised and eyebrow, and tried to get his cookie back, but his mother threw it to the garbage.

"Babysitter?", asked himself, in his mind,"Oh! babysitter!...boring...I hope she just take care of Molly and leave me alone, it's enough with mom giving orders for everything and dad faking he care about us", he thought kind of upset, recalling the old woman who used to watch Molly in Detroit.

Her mother turned back, pending of open the dor, and he took advantage to sit as a "non-decent-person" in sign of rebellion, but he would straight again as soon as her mother came back, of course: her mother was very hard to get along with.

"Hello!", smiled after acommodating her clothes carefully, turning the doorknob with sophistication, "How are you darling?, the man in the car, is your fahter?"

"Hi missis Bennett", greeted Patty, shyly,"Oh, yes, he's dad", she smiled, waving her hand to him as the same time Dorothy did.

"Come in please, come in", asked with false kindness,"Would you want something to drink? We have water, limonade..."

"Limonade sounds great, please", said Patty, noticing there was someone else besides them both, but wasn't looking at them.

Dorothy realized the girl was staring at her soon curiously, waiting him to say something.

"Oh, right!", she said, acting as she had forgotten,"Victor, say hi to Patty, you already met, remember the girl you were friend with in the Golden School?"

Patty blushed incredible fast at watching the handsome and well dressed guy she had infront, who had turned back to see her and give her at least, six seconds of his attention.

"Patty Halliwell?", he asked happily, without know why; he had not so much memories from his first grade but could recall how he felt with her: protected and cared by her.

It was 1978, September 4th to be exact and most part of the kids of the north hemisphere were ready to attend their first day of schoool, but wasn't anybody more prepared and ready than the little Patricia Halliwell.

"This is going to be my new school, mom?", asked the girl, holding her mother hand who smiled sweetly before answering.

"Yes Patty, now you're older and kinder is past".

"But I'm going to miss my friends...", she complained, yet excited for finally join school as the big kids.

She was angry because the kinder where she came from had no a school they could attend after, so she and all her old classmates had to say goodbye and join a new class. And the school neither had a kindergarten incorporated.

"But you're going to meet new ones", said Allen, holding her in his arms and kissing her cheeks, "You'll learn a lot of interesting things here".

"I know", she giggled, got off of his arms and carried her Grease lunchbox tightly with her both hands, and with her bagpack on her back, that was bigger than herself.

"It's time", said Penny, taking the free hand of her kid as Allen took her bagpack so it wasn't that heavy, of course, without Patty aknowlodeage.

She has a very independent girl, that had always showed more capacities than other kids of her age, plus being more mature than them; yes, Patty Halliwell was the pride of her parents Allen and Penelope, who considered her a miracle after being told they would never had a child.

"Is here?", she wishpered to her parents.

She got closer to watch from the door a little room with tables, cheras and also, a pet iguana in a glass cage, that was being ademired for the little number of kids who weren't busy crying cause leaving their parents and had to stay there. But Patty was used to, her mother and father worked, them both, though she spent a lot of time together, she also spend a lot of time at the kinder or at her aunt's Janice place, the sister of her father.

"Here", replied both parents, prod at not seeing her crying as the other kids, and surprised watching a little boy leaning of the wall.

"I want to go home!", he yelled, kicking, as his father tried to release his leg from his kid fingers.

The boy seemed to increase his grip at every attempt of his father. Patty surprised when saw so many kids crying, but this one called her attention, so she walked next to him.

"Why are you crying this hard?", she asked.

The boy looked at her, somewhat suprised that somebody wold be talking to him, and realeased his father who almost hit the floor.

"Why aren't you?", he replied, wiping his tears, noticing she was almost the only one smiling.

"Because I came here to make friends and learn interesting stuff", she said, pointing the classroom, "So, why are you crying?"

The boy frowned and looked back, staring at his parents before replying.

"Because they'll leave me alone..."

"That's not true", explained Patty, "They'll come back in a few hours, they always do! It's easy, see: they leave you here in the morning, then we have lunch together and later, they came for as. And, that's everyday".

"Really?, What if I miss them?"

"That is not going to happen, trust me. You'll meet a lot of new friends, like me, You want to be my bestfriend?"

"Sure!", he smiled, taking his backpack at his father and mather surprised gaze, who received a smile from Patty and Allen, making them suppouse they were the parents of the sweet and tender girl.

"Thanks", they said, leaving before the kid began to yell again.

"My name is Victor", he introduced himself, putting his bag on a chair,"Victor Bennett".

"I'm Patricia Halliwell, but everyone calls me Patty".

The school bell told them that the Golden School had finally started it first hour of class of the year, and meanwhile some kids keept crying, the older ones were complaining and some parents were trying to be consolated for being them the desperate ones, there were two kids in the first floor of the school, sitting in the second space of the middle row in the classroom number three, talking relaxed without know that, one way or another, their future was linked.

"Hi", she said, almost whispering.

"How have you been?", asked Victor with a happy tone, noticing the blushed cheeks of his friend, but saying anything about it, of course.

"Eh..."

Patty kept blushing, and Victor seemed especially happy. Dorothy coughed a little and walked among, separating them covertly.

"I belive your father and I should be leaving", she said, interrumpting the moment and Patty's words,"Victor, please, bring Patricia a glass of limonade" asked with a forced smile, turning to her,"Follow me darling, let me show you what you have to do, where are the emergency numbers, Molly's room..."

The voice of the woman was getting lower as Victor walked to the kitchen and served the lemon juice, while his friend of childhood was being teached of how to take perfect care of his little sister. Some memories of his first grade came to his mind, and the smile his face made didn't leave him along the afternoon, though he couldn't talk to her again: her mother had planned all afternoon and night for Molly and Patty, so she had not even one second of distraction to lose.


Okay :B So, how horrible is this? It's kind of hard for me to write about this guys, since we didn't meet them very well on the series but, I'm trying to make Patty a little bit of all her daughters and Victor somewhat shy.