Post by Astral Vision on Sept 17, 2013 14:15:52 GMT -5
Grey Area
August 16th 2005
Paige Matthews orbed onto one of the highest girders of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was relatively windy up there, so her ponytail moved with the breeze. The whitelighter-witch's left arm was now fully healed after six long weeks. In recent days, she had been allowed to take off the cast and sling.
While waiting for the Elders to turn up, Paige looked out onto the horizon of the Bay Area. It was a bright sunny summer afternoon. The water was glistening in the sunlight and the city was alive with movement. Paige shivered a little. Despite the sun, the breeze was chilly at the very top of the bridge.
The youngest Charmed One turned around as she heard the familiar jingling sound that prompted the arrival of blue and white orbs. The blue and white orbs disappeared to reveal two robed Elders that Paige had met a few times before: Sandra and Odin.
'Thank you for agreeing to this meeting, Paige,' said Sandra.
'I only agreed to show up on behalf of my sisters and myself to give you a message: We have never agreed with your policies. We never will. We may still be alive, and if an innocent falls into our path, we will help them. However, don't expect us to ever go running after errands, demonic leads, or anything of that sort for you again,' Paige told them.
Odin did not respond. His only reaction was a seething expression of anger.
Sandra nodded solemnly. 'We foresaw this when it came to light that you had survived but been in hiding for over a month. However there is a lot of dispute over you and your sisters' reasons. We are all trying to help the Greater Good.'
'Our reasons?' Paige said, scowling at Sandra's choice of words. 'You broke off all connection with us during our battle against Zankou! You left us to die!'
Odin interjected at this point to say: 'The three of you managed to escape alive and you didn't need us for that!'
Sandra had an expression of guilt on her face as she said, 'Paige, no one knew how that battle was going to end. We had to leave you and your sisters to figure it all out on your own.'
Paige shook her head, but she decided not to reply. She was about to orb out until Sandra began to speak again.
'How does this affect your whitelighter duties, Paige?' asked Sandra.
Paige looked surprised. 'Sorry? I know I officially took on whitelighter duties last year, but after my little speech about us not working for you Elders anymore, I thought you'd know the answer to that…'
'That was not the question,' snapped Odin. 'How does your lack of communication with us affect your whitelighter duties?'
'Well, just like with innocents, if a charge comes my way, I can't ignore them,' said Paige, accompanying her sentence with a guilty shrug. However much she disliked the Elders, Paige found that her whitelighter duties gave her some direction in life.
'Good,' said Sandra. 'The main reason we wanted this meeting, Paige, was because we had a special charge to assign you.'
'Special?' questioned Paige, raising a quizzical eyebrow. 'This isn't like when you made me look for Sam a couple of years ago, or when I had to help a future whitelighter that turned out to be me last year, is it?'
'No,' said Sandra, smiling. 'Not exactly. Your charge was once a whitelighter – in fact, he was once an Elder – but now he is mortal. We want him to be a whitelighter again. His actions six weeks ago alone prove he is ready to return to this way of life.'
'What do you want me to do?' Paige asked.
'Guide him. It always has been his destiny to be a whitelighter. He needs to be guided,' said Odin. 'That's all that we ask of you.'
'Who is it?' asked Paige. The description of the ex-whitelighter who had formerly been an Elder already sounded familiar and she knew that if it happened to be this person, then all she could say was no. She knew he was happy with his life as it was, he was happy with his family, and he did not need guiding.
The reply came quickly, confirming Paige's fears: 'Leo Wyatt.'
...
Leo Wyatt surveyed the state of the basement that he had spent the last six weeks fixing up: All of the wreckage was gone; the beams and the wooden staircase had been strengthened and stabilised; and the wooden hatch in the concrete floor had been bolted down to prevent any unwanted visitors from using that as an access point.
Marvelling at his craftsmanship, Leo smiled. He picked up his toolbox as he stood up. He made his way up the wooden staircase into the kitchen. Leo put the toolbox down as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
There was a sudden beeping sound. Leo turned around to see the kitchen timer sitting on the table. On the display of the timer '00:00' was flashing on and off as it beeped. He pressed the button that would reset the timer and stop the beeping. However when the beeping decided not to stop, Leo gave up – letting it continue to beep – and looked around at the stove. Assuming that the beeping indicated that something had finished cooking, Leo switched the oven off, picked up some oven gloves, and removed a tray of freshly baked pie from the oven.
Finding a plate and cutting the pie into eight, Leo took a slice for himself. He sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat his slice of home-made pie that he realised was raspberry flavoured.
Piper Halliwell came running into the kitchen shouting, 'Leave it! I'll get it!' She had noticed Leo's presence in the kitchen, but ran straight past him towards the timer. Piper tried to reset the timer to turn the beeping off. When it did not work, Piper flicked her wrists and the timer blew up.
After swallowing a bite of the pie, Leo said a little astounded, 'Piper!'
Piper put on the oven gloves and opened the oven while replying, 'Not now, Leo. I don't have time for a stupid broken kitchen timer.' Piper closed the oven door with a look of puzzlement on her face when she noticed that the oven was empty and switched off. She turned to face Leo as she said, 'Have you seen the..?' She trailed off as she saw the plate of a half eaten slice of raspberry pie in front of Leo. 'Leo!'
Leo blushed guiltily. 'I wasn't supposed to have any of the pie, was I?'
Dumping the oven gloves on the counter and sitting down at the table next to Leo, Piper sighed. 'Yes… No… Well… The pie wasn't for anyone in particular, to be honest… What do you think of it?'
Leo looked at Piper thoughtfully. 'Why do you even have to ask that? You know that your food is always the best.'
Piper shrugged guardedly. 'I don't know… It was kind of a test, I guess…'
'A test?' Leo questioned.
'Well, it's my way of making a decision…' muttered Piper.
Leo raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, 'You cook a pie every time you make a decision? No wonder demons are always turning up here. They want to get free pie out of you.' After a small pause, Leo added more seriously, 'What is it that you are trying to figure out?'
Piper let out a deep sigh. Looking directly at Leo, Piper said, 'I want to start up my own restaurant.'
Leo smiled. 'That's always been your dream. I'd say go for it.'
'That's not the problematic part,' said Piper. 'The difficult decision is that I will have to give up P3.'
Leo frowned. 'Do you not want to give it up?'
'I do. I've always wanted a restaurant, not a club. I've always wanted to be a chef. I never got around to it…' said Piper. 'If I don't make that decision now, I never will.'
'Then do it, Piper. If that's what you want, sell the club,' Leo said encouragingly.
Piper shook her head. 'I'm worried about what Phoebe will say.'
Leo furrowed his brow. 'Why? This has nothing to do with her.'
'She technically owns a third of the club,' said Piper. 'The ownership of the club was originally split three ways… Prue, Phoebe, and me… Prue left her third to me in her will…'
'Phoebe will be fine with you wanting to sell the club, Piper,' said Leo. 'Why wouldn't she be?'
The phone began to ring.
'I think I'm just trying to come up with any reason to postpone making the decision,' said Piper. 'It's a big step.'
Piper stood up and picked up the phone. Meanwhile Leo went back to eating his slice of pie.
'Hello?' Piper said into the phone.
'Hey Piper. It's Paige,' said the voice on the other end of the line that belonged to Paige.
'Oh hey. How'd the meeting go?' Piper asked. When she saw Leo mouth the words Who is it? Piper said away from the phone's receiver: 'Paige.' Leo nodded.
'Not good,' came Paige's reply. 'Do you think you could drive down to the Golden Gate Bridge and pick me up? I shouldn't be too hard to find along there.'
Piper frowned. 'Can't you orb home? I was going to head to P3 with Leo this afternoon.'
'Yeah… Er… I wish I could orb, but…' There was a brief pause. 'I gave the Elders our message. After that was over, the Elders were going to assign me a charge. I… Uh… I refused to take on the charge… So the Elders temporarily suspended me…'
'In other words, they clipped your wings. Except they can't take away your powers, because you're inherently a whitelighter,' Piper responded.
Although Leo could not hear Paige's side of the conversation, Piper's side allowed him to realise what was known so far. Leo was fully intrigued by the contents of the conversation now – despite only being able to hear half.
'Yeah. That's what I thought. Except the Elders decided that they could be even more annoying than usual by temporarily taking away my whitelighter abilities,' explained Paige. There was an understandable amount of frustration in her voice.
'Ugh,' said Piper. 'What's gotten on their nerve that's made them so angry at you for turning down a charge? I mean, they were lucky that you were still willing to continue whitelighter duties despite our refusal to work alongside them when it comes to Charmed business.'
There was an unusual amount of hesitation before Paige was heard saying: 'Is Leo in the same room as you?'
Piper's eyes wandered over to Leo, who was staring directly back at her. 'Yes…' Piper replied.
'Okay. Don't overreact. Leo doesn't need to know about this,' said Paige.
'You're worrying me now. What is it, Paige?' Piper asked.
'They want Leo to be a whitelighter again,' Paige said.
'What?' Piper said immediately.
'I said don't overreact,' Paige said. 'They wanted me to be his whitelighter… To guide him… Make him want to be a whitelighter again…'
'It makes no sense,' said Piper. She wanted to say more, like ask why the Elders would want an ex-Elder to return as a whitelighter after falling from grace. However Piper could not ask this in front of Leo without him cluing onto the exact thing that Paige did not think Leo needed to know.
...
Standing on the side of the road, leaning up against the railings on Golden Gate Bridge, Paige said into her phone: 'I know. We can discuss this further later on when Leo's not around. Could you come and give me a lift now, please?'
'Sure,' said Piper. 'Except I don't think my car can reach the part of the Golden Gate Bridge that you went to meet the Elders at.'
Paige smiled. 'Ha ha. Fortunately the Elders were kind enough to orb me to the roadside of the bridge.'
'I am just going to assume that the Elders made sure no one sure you suddenly appear on the roadside of the bridge,' Piper added.
Paige shrugged, guessing the assumption had to be correct, before continuing with: 'Odin had the nerve to say 'At least without your whitelighter powers, you and your sisters will be completely cut off from communicating with us, just like you wanted' as his parting words to me.'
'If only that could be permanently true – the lack of communication with them part, not the loss of your whitelighter abilities part,' said Piper. 'Give me around fifteen minutes and I'll be there.'
'Okay. See you then,' Paige said. Paige put the phone back into her bag and watched as car after car sped past her in either direction.
...
The headquarters of the Bay Mirror newspaper was brimming with busy reporters, buzzing computers, and humming printers. An assistant with a pile of unopened envelopes walked through the bustle of busy staff towards the office that belonged to Ask Phoebe's Phoebe Halliwell.
As the assistant entered the office, she placed the envelopes down on Phoebe's desk. Phoebe stopped typing and looked up from her computer.
'Hey,' said Phoebe. 'I haven't seen you around before.'
The assistant nodded a little nervously. 'It's my first day.'
'Oh cool. Well, if you need to know where anything is, feel free to ask me,' said Phoebe.
'Thanks,' said the assistant. She quickly exited the office while Phoebe picked up and opened the first envelope.
Ask Phoebe had grown in popularity since its commencement in two thousand and two. The height in fame that the column had reached was quite ridiculous, really. Even Phoebe could never understand why a local advice column had become a national favourite. Phoebe had never admitted the peculiarity of this, because she enjoyed that her column had peaked the interest of more than just the Bay Area.
Each day the column received countless letters and vast numbers of emails. It was never possible for Phoebe to read through them all. Her aim over the years had always been to read as many as possible, so as she could pick out the best ones to reply to. At one point she even tried to answer them all – even the ones that she did not put in the paper. However with her chaotic demon vanquishing schedule, Phoebe had found that she was not able to keep that up. In addition to that, Phoebe found that in the past year, she had been reading less and less of them.
Phoebe finished reading through the first letter – a letter sent by someone that called themselves 'Always Finding Mister Wrong'. Deciding that it was not interesting enough for her to answer in the column, Phoebe put it in a tray that was labelled 'no'.
Phoebe picked up the next envelope and opened it. She read the letter – this one was from 'Sleepless In San Francisco'. For now, the psychic witch decided to put this letter in a tray labelled 'maybe'. When there was a suitable number of letters in the 'maybe' tray, Phoebe would stop opening the unread letters and start sorting through the 'maybe' tray to pick out a select few.
The third letter did not seem like anything special at first. However as the middle Charmed One read further into it, she went pale. Phoebe picked up her phone and began to dial.
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