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Because I am a fanfic plotbunny geek...
I am never turning this into a fic because the demons will not give me any sort of plot to go with it, the idea's cliche as all hell, but I'm writing this scene down because it amused me.
Phoebe had just about had enough. Before Paige could stop her, she grabbed Peter by the collar, slamming the surprised teenager against one of the gazebo supports. "All right, that's it. Peter, or Matt, or whatever your name is, I'm tired of this. You tell us what you're really here for, or I'll -"
The rest of her tirade was cut off by a premonition that nearly knocked her over.
Two boys rifled through an attic. One was about 15 or 16, with dark hair and skin, and the other one was fair, maybe 12 or 13. The younger one turned, and Phoebe recognized the stranger who called himself Peter - several years younger, but definitely him. They stopped and looked up at the sound of footsteps.
"Aw, crap, I thought Dana was gonna stall them!" the older boy exclaimed, casting about for a hiding place.
Peter tugged at his companion's shoulder, pointing at a large chest. "Come on, Mike. In here!"
The two boys scrambled into the chest and close the lid, and all that could be seen was the dark inside of the chest.
"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL, GET OUT HERE NOW!"
The chest lid flew open, and the boys looked up to see an older version of Piper, standing there with her arms folded. The dark-skinned young girl beside her winced. Piper glared at the boys, who were doing their best to make themselves as small as possible.
"Peter" was the first to speak. "Um... hi, Mom."
Mike groaned. "We are so dead."
The present came back in a rush, and Phoebe froze, staring at the young man in front of her for a second, recognizing the same kid in the premonition, studying his face as everything came together. How could she have missed the resemblance?
Stunned, she released him, stepping back as "Peter" watched her uncertainly. "Pheebs?" Paige asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. "What's going on?"
Phoebe didn't take her eyes off their visitor. "Wyatt?"
His eyes widened, and he winced, confirming her suspicions. The look on his face was almost identical to Leo's when Phoebe had discovered he was a Whitelighter.
Paige took a second to realize what she meant. "Wait, wait, wait. This can't be..." She trailed off, staring at him as well.
Wyatt sighed, looking just as chagrined as he had in the premonition. "Uh... hi, Aunt Phoebe?"
Before Phoebe or Paige could come up with a coherent response, there was a crackling noise above them, a shriek, and a series of thuds and branches breaking as something slid down the gazebo roof, taking some of the overhanging vines with it as it crashed down into the bushes nearby.
Turning, Wyatt grinned at the girl who was sprawled in the bushes, trying to disentangle herself from the vines and foliage. "Six years of gymnastics, huh, Dana?"
She spat out a leaf. "Shut up and get me out of this."
Like I said, not gonna write it because there is very little accompanying plot, but hey, got this out of my system. So, if anyone wants to snag it, be my guest.
Phoebe had just about had enough. Before Paige could stop her, she grabbed Peter by the collar, slamming the surprised teenager against one of the gazebo supports. "All right, that's it. Peter, or Matt, or whatever your name is, I'm tired of this. You tell us what you're really here for, or I'll -"
The rest of her tirade was cut off by a premonition that nearly knocked her over.
Two boys rifled through an attic. One was about 15 or 16, with dark hair and skin, and the other one was fair, maybe 12 or 13. The younger one turned, and Phoebe recognized the stranger who called himself Peter - several years younger, but definitely him. They stopped and looked up at the sound of footsteps.
"Aw, crap, I thought Dana was gonna stall them!" the older boy exclaimed, casting about for a hiding place.
Peter tugged at his companion's shoulder, pointing at a large chest. "Come on, Mike. In here!"
The two boys scrambled into the chest and close the lid, and all that could be seen was the dark inside of the chest.
"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL, GET OUT HERE NOW!"
The chest lid flew open, and the boys looked up to see an older version of Piper, standing there with her arms folded. The dark-skinned young girl beside her winced. Piper glared at the boys, who were doing their best to make themselves as small as possible.
"Peter" was the first to speak. "Um... hi, Mom."
Mike groaned. "We are so dead."
The present came back in a rush, and Phoebe froze, staring at the young man in front of her for a second, recognizing the same kid in the premonition, studying his face as everything came together. How could she have missed the resemblance?
Stunned, she released him, stepping back as "Peter" watched her uncertainly. "Pheebs?" Paige asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. "What's going on?"
Phoebe didn't take her eyes off their visitor. "Wyatt?"
His eyes widened, and he winced, confirming her suspicions. The look on his face was almost identical to Leo's when Phoebe had discovered he was a Whitelighter.
Paige took a second to realize what she meant. "Wait, wait, wait. This can't be..." She trailed off, staring at him as well.
Wyatt sighed, looking just as chagrined as he had in the premonition. "Uh... hi, Aunt Phoebe?"
Before Phoebe or Paige could come up with a coherent response, there was a crackling noise above them, a shriek, and a series of thuds and branches breaking as something slid down the gazebo roof, taking some of the overhanging vines with it as it crashed down into the bushes nearby.
Turning, Wyatt grinned at the girl who was sprawled in the bushes, trying to disentangle herself from the vines and foliage. "Six years of gymnastics, huh, Dana?"
She spat out a leaf. "Shut up and get me out of this."
Like I said, not gonna write it because there is very little accompanying plot, but hey, got this out of my system. So, if anyone wants to snag it, be my guest.
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Problem was, when I got around to asking them WHY Wyatt went back in time, HOW he did it, and WHAT was up with Chris, I got a bunch of blank stares. The few things they came up with had already been done before, or were worse than the "Chris is Wyatt" theory. (Too cliche, too obvious in a sense, and it doesn't work.) Sure, they came up with what Dana was doing there (she hitchhiked right before he vanished, so to speak) but without a good, solid reason and a plan for the whole thing, I eventually told them to go back to the stuff I was already working on.
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I liked it though. Too bad I can't do anything with it either. :(