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Post by IlovesmesomeChris on Jul 10, 2005 2:43:45 GMT -5
I can't wait to read more. This story is krunk!!!! lol (I hope a little slang will motivate you to update!) don't forgrt about this story please! peace and chicken grease, <3 mIkKeY
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Post by CanadianHalliwell on Jul 10, 2005 20:24:58 GMT -5
I have been PM'ing Leigh quite a bit about updating. I know she has been very busy with wotk and hasn't had much time to work on it. But she hasn't forgotten about us.
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Post by leigh19 on Jul 10, 2005 21:03:12 GMT -5
Hehe, you're right, I haven't forgotten...I just haven't had a day off to write. My first day off is next Sunday, with any luck I'll be awake enough to do the next chapter. I feel bad for making you wait- but I also feel that I am too worn out to write anything decent even when I do have a few hours to do what I want. I wouldn't want to make a crappy ending because I felt pressured to update. I ask for your patience and forgiveness- And I hope you'll like what's comming up when I get a chance to write it. I'm so sorry:(
*hugs* -Leigh
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Post by staceface510 on Jul 10, 2005 21:11:29 GMT -5
So true...I would rather a reallly good ending that I had to wait for than some crappy one. I can't wait for the end though!
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Post by IlovesmesomeChris on Jul 12, 2005 1:28:28 GMT -5
thank you for caring enough Leigh. Don't over stress yourself!
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Post by leigh19 on Aug 9, 2005 16:06:52 GMT -5
I’m baaaaack! After working non-stop, and then being sick (it figures, eh?) I finally summoned up enough strength to write! I’m SO sorry to leave you all hanging…the end is so near, and yet I made you all wait for more. I hope you’ll forgive me. Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews; it thrills me to know that people actually enjoy the crazy stuff that pops out of my head.
Once again, this goes out to CH for her constant encouragement (and understanding)!
Enjoy…
Just to refresh your memories…
The facts: - On Halloween night a ‘true nature’ spell was cast by a demon, revealing all concealed magical creatures for what they are…unfortunately for the Halliwell’s, the spell has effected Chris, Leo, Wyatt, Cole, Paige and Mel- turning them into either demons or angels -Leo discovers that the spell can only be reversed within a 24 hour period…if they can’t fix it soon, they’ll be stuck in their new forms forever… -Thanks to the spell, Chris finds out that his crush Jenny is half-whitelighter too. Jenny’s mother had hidden her magical past, to avoid the repercussions of her forbidden relationship from the elders. -They believed the Demon Demetrius to be responsible for the spell, but his vanquish did not reverse the effects…
Recent Events: - Chris, Wyatt, Paige, Jenny (Chris’ girlfriend), and Mel were all captured by the cops (headed by Inspector Jameson). The half whitelighters are locked in one cell; Mel is alone in a cell elsewhere - The Adults (Phoebe, Piper, Leo, Cole and Emily (Jenny’s mom)) have recently discovered that the demon Coronus is in fact responsible for the ‘true nature’ spell- hey have briefly discussed a plan of attack, and will need the power of three for the vanquish -At the end of chapter 21, Piper calls for her sons and realizes something must have happened to them… -Darryl and his son DJ were locked in the police station by the ambitious Jameson, and unable to stop the cops from going to the manor. Darryl was ready to give up on finding an escape, but DJ’s feeling for Mel have kept him determined -Jameson plans to expose the Halliwell’s for his own fame and glory
Now, on with the show...
XXXXXXXXX Chapter 23- part 1 XXXXXXXXX
Melinda Turner sat starring blankly into the suffocating darkness of her lonely cell. She had woken up approximately half an hour ago only to discover herself trapped and alone in what appeared to be the police station’s prison. Initially she had been filled with confusion and panic as she tried to recall how, exactly, she had ended up in this predicament. But as the memories of the police raid had come flooding back, she found her panic replaced with a burning rage.
The cops had bust into their home, just when everyone’s hopes had begun to return. They had subdued her with some sort of painful dart. They had gotten Chris and Paige…and, for all she knew, the rest of the family too…
To make the situation even worse, she knew that something must have happened to Darryl and DJ- they never would have let the cops come to the manor if they could stop it…they would have at least warned them if they could have…
She could only hope, as she sat alone with nothing but her own dark thoughts to keep her company, that those she cared for most were- by some miracle- still okay…
Her insides churned as she thought about the injustice of it all.
Her family saved innocent lives on a weekly basis, and this was the payment they got for it.
They were imprisoned…caged like animals…
It was only a matter of time before the whole world new their secret…
Mel could only imagine the horrible fate that awaited them all.
The ignorant humans would gawk at them in fearful fascination. They would be studied, tested…dissected even.
Life, as they knew it, would be over.
‘It’s all the spell’s fault’ she thought bitterly as she took a seat on the cold metal bench which acted as the only piece of furniture in the room. Two days ago, everything had been fine…she had at least appeared normal…and, in such a superficial world, that was all that had really mattered.
She had had friends, a boyfriend, a close knit family…
But then, quite unexpectedly, the spell had hit, revealing them all for what they really were…breaking them apart….making them outcasts…
She had lost so much in such a short span of time. Her imprisonment was just the final step in the total destruction of everything good in her life.
All she had left now was a very tiny shred of hope…hope that, somehow, things would work out…
After all, her mother and aunts had always managed to pull through before, maybe they would pull through this time too…
Maybe…
Despite her efforts to reassure herself, she could not rid herself of her gut wrenching doubt. Even if she did figure out a way to bust out of her prison, chances were that it would already be too late to reverse the damage of the spell.
She could suddenly hear Uncle Leo’s s voice in the back of her mind… “Eight o’clock tonight…” he had said sombrely, reporting the news he had gathered from the elders. “The effects will be permanent”
She knew that it was time to face the cruel reality.
She would be stuck in demon form for the rest of her life…
Last she had checked, there had been just more then an hour left to reverse the spell…she didn’t know how long she had been knocked out for…and there certainly wasn’t a clock within her range of vision at the moment…
For all she knew, the deadline had already passed…
With a frustrated sigh, Mel tried to shimmer out of her cell, only to be thrown painfully back into the wall as the magical cage sensed her attempt. She knew it was useless to keep trying- who ever had trapped her had obviously had enough sense to take extra precautions- but, in her opinion, anything was better then simply waiting for the time to pass her by. At least the dull pain now throbbing at the back of her skull was a temporary distraction from thoughts of what lie ahead.
“Let me the hell out of here!” she shouted, her angry voice echoing off the cell walls. “You’ll be sorry if you don’t!”
She waited several seconds, hoping that some passer-by had heard. Earlier, she had hated that fact that her new form had such a chilling effect on people, but in this time of desperation she was willing to use her frightening exterior to the best of her advantage. Perhaps she could scare some spineless young cop into letting her free…
“I’m serious…either you let me out, or….” She paused, trying to think of something menacing to say. She may have looked demonic at the moment, but she had been on the side of good her entire life…threatening innocents wasn’t exactly her forte. “Or…” she began again. “Or I’ll stick you on a skewer and roast you alive in the fiery pits of hell…”
She grinned inwardly, amused by her somewhat dramatic attempt.
“It’s only a matter of time before I escape…then you’ll pay.”
Mel waited again, hoping beyond hope that someone- anyone- had heard her cries. All she needed was one intimidated individual to wander in her direction…she could fool them into releasing her…or at least squeeze a bit more information out of them…
Like the whereabouts of the rest of her family, for starters.
She hated being so uninformed- not knowing anything was almost worse then knowing the horrible truth.
What if they were even worse off then she was at the moment?
What if the cops had done more then simply knock them out?
What if they were…
Mel shuddered and tried to push that thought to the back of her mind. They couldn’t be dead…she refused to believe it. She knew that this wasn’t how it was meant to end. The Halliwell’s had fought for so long, they wouldn’t meet their demise at the hands of a few mortal cops.
“It’s okay.” she whispered, as if denying it out loud would make it more true. “They’ll be fine.”
But, somehow, she still was not entirely convinced.
Her thoughts drifted briefly to her father- the strong willed man that had always done everything in his power to protect her and her mother. He was, perhaps, the one in the most danger now. There was no way the mortals would take the time to look past his demonic exterior to see the kind and caring man contained inside.
No, they were much too judgemental to ever do that.
They’d approach him with the most fear…and he, in his anger, probably wouldn’t give them much reason to believe that he wasn’t a threat.
Cole Turner may have long since given up his demonic life, but when his family was in jeopardy, there was no telling what he’d do.
Mel could only hope that how wouldn’t do anything to make the situation worse.
With a sigh, the girl returned to the cold metal bench and leaned heavily against the stone wall. Maybe the others really had evaded capture…the adults, for the most part, had been up in the attic when the cops had barged in.
Maybe they were still safe…
Maybe her parents were on the way to rescue her right now.
She smiled slightly at the thought. She could picture them racing down the dark hall…she could see her dad blasting the bars clean off the wall, and her mother kicking away the magical cage…
They’d take her in their arms and tell her that everything would be okay…that it was all over now…
“You’re safe now, Ladybug.” Her dad would say, flashing his handsome smile. “Mommy and daddy have got you….”
Perhaps if she had been a few years younger, and a bit less wise in the ways of the world, she would have had an easier time believing her wonderful fantasy.
But she had learned, as all children one day do, that things rarely work out as we hope.
Not everyone could have their happily ever after.
Not everyone had a prince charming ready to race to their rescue.
The real world- as the past days had made painfully clear- was far from perfect…
Mel felt the tears prickle behind her eyes as a myriad of emotions began to well within her.
It’s not fair. She thought bitterly. Why me?
Why us?
Why can’t…
“Hello?”
A new jolt of energy ran through Mel’s body and she jumped up from her seat, her self pity instantly forgotten. If she was not mistaken, she had just heard a faint voice, calling out from the distance.
“Hello?”
The voice came again, making her absolutely sure that it had not been a hopeful hallucination.
“Mel?”
Whoever it was knew her name…she tired to remember out where she had hard the voice before, but it was still so distant and quiet that it was hard to distinguish.
“Yes.” She called out, not particularly caring if the voice was there to help or harm. Talking to someone- no matter how bad- was better then sitting alone in the dark. “I’m here.”
She listened as the foot steps drew closer and closer…the person was coming towards her…
Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and all of her hampered hopes began to flare up again…
Maybe a rescuer really had come…
Maybe the ordeal really would end…
The footsteps grew louder and louder…the person was so near now…she could see his shadowy figure in the darkened hallway…
Mel held her breath, unable to stop herself from shaking in both fear and anticipation.
She knew that, in only a matter of seconds, her fate would be sealed…
XXXXXXXXXX Chapter 23, part 2 is coming very soon (tonight hopefully) Just thought I’d leave you with a bit of a teaser! Muahaha.
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Post by staceface510 on Aug 9, 2005 17:17:24 GMT -5
YAY!!! An update! And that teaser is MEAN!!! lol!!
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Post by janemj on Aug 9, 2005 19:09:12 GMT -5
yeah, more, more, more.........................love it
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Post by IlovesmesomeChris on Aug 10, 2005 2:17:34 GMT -5
yeah, more, more, more.........................love it i couldn't have said it better myself
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Post by leigh19 on Aug 11, 2005 15:29:22 GMT -5
Here is the rest of the chapter- a bit later then I hope, but at least it's done. Enjoy:) and thanks for the quick reviews!!
P.S. Added a recap at the beginning of my last post if you want a refresher on important story details...I figure most people will have forgotton considering it took me so long to update... Hope that helps.
XXXXXXXXXX Chapter 23- part 2 XXXXXXXXXX
Piper Halliwell felt as if the last ten minutes had been nothing but a dream.
A horrible, terrifying, and devastating dream.
She had known the moment that her sister and sons did not respond to her calls from the attic that something had gone terribly wrong. She had rushed down the stairs, head spinning and heart beating, only to see her deepest fears confirmed.
Something was very wrong.
They had been taken.
Captured.
Her sister, sons, and niece were gone.
At first, it had hit her like a ton of bricks…she had felt her chest seize up, and if Leo had not been there to give her physical support, she would have been nothing but a crumpled heap on the floor. The room had spun around her, and her mind had hardly been able to comprehend how everything had come crashing down so suddenly.
She had been happy, moments earlier. Phoebe had had a premonition and discovered which demon they were after…they had discussed a plan of action…and it seems as if it all might finally be over…
But, as she looked around the now chaotic living room, she could not help but let her hopes die down once again. They couldn’t reverse the spell without Paige…she couldn’t carry on without the knowledge that her boys were safe…
She felt- if possible- worse then she had at any other point in this terrible ordeal. And she realized that she wasn’t the only one. As she stood comforted in Leo’s shaking arms, she could see Phoebe sitting motionless on the couch, the tears streaming silently down her face. After her initial shriek of surprise and anguish, the middle sister had not made so much as a peep. Her brown eyes had glazed over as she stared straight ahead, obviously pushed over the edge by what had happened to her daughter.
Phoebe had been through so many ups and downs in the past two days…it seemed that this latest complication had been more then she could take.
If Piper had not been in such a state of shock herself, she would have rushed to her sister’s side…but as it was, keeping her own breath steady was about all she could focus on at the moment.
Cole was faring only slightly better then his wife…
He hadn’t stopped pacing since his arrival in the living room, and his yellowed eyes were cast angrily down at the floor. Occasionally he would mutter something to himself, and even fling a burst of energy into the wall in typical Cole fashion. On a regular day Piper would have scolded him for his careless outbursts…but today, she understood completely. She was tempted to blow the room to pieces herself…
But she knew that wouldn’t help.
Acts of aggression wouldn’t bring back her boys…
Drawing a deep breath, Piper moved her head slightly to glance at the fifth and final person in the room. Surprisingly, it was Emily that seemed to be coping with the situation best of all. Her daughter, Jenny, was also among the missing but the witch seemed determined not to completely lose her cool.
While the others had been in far too much shock to move, Emily had shakily located a mysterious dart lying at the side of the room, and had now proceeded to scry with it- hoping to find the location of whoever had taken their beloved family members.
It had been almost five silent minutes, and so far, the witch had had no luck…Piper admired her persistence, however…Emily appeared as if she had no intention of stopping until they knew who was responsible.
“Anything yet?” Piper asked the woman quietly.
“No.” she replied shortly, her eyes not straying from the map of San Francisco placed neatly on the table. “Nothing yet.”
The oldest Charmed on nodded sombrely, trying hard to collect her thoughts. She felt completely useless at the moment…she wished that she had the strength to do something productive…
But, every time she tried to move, pictures of her precious little boys flashed across her mind…
She could see Chris’ sparkling green eyes, always so full of laughter…
She could see Wyatt’s perfect blonde curls, lit by the shining sun…
They were her sons…
Her little angels…
And it was almost suffocating to think that they could be trapped…even hurt…at this very moment…
She knew that she would never be able to carry on if anything truly terrible happened to them. The powers that be had already taken Chris from her once; there was no way in heaven or hell she was going to let them do it again.
“Here!” She heard Emily shout suddenly, jumping from her chair with sudden excitement. “The crystal landed.” “Where?” Leo asked, holding firmly onto his wife’s shoulder. The couple tensed…hoping beyond hope that Emily had found them an answer.
The other witch hesitated, squinting back down at the map. “Crestwood St.” she said quietly. “But that’s…”
“The police station.” Piper replied before Emily could finish. “Of course…”
She should have figured it out sooner…the Morris’ had warned them that the cops were already on their trail…
“Something must have happened to Darryl and DJ…the cops must have come…they had evidence against us, after all…” Leo began, voicing what Piper was thinking at that exact moment. “They had a tape of the boys…testimony against Mel…”
Piper nodded, somewhat relived that their children hadn’t been captured by demons, but also very very worried about what the mortals would do to them…in their current state, they’d surely make front page news.
“I can sense them there.” She heard Leo mutter beside her. The whitelighter had shut his eyes for a few seconds as he tried to narrow down on their location. He had attempted to sense for them earlier, but a combination of his own panic and the complete mystery of their whereabouts meant that he had had no success. Now that Emily had found a possible location, however, he was better able to focus his energies. “It’s still faint, but they’re definitely at the police station. The cops have got them.”
“I’LL KILL THEM!” Cole shouted, enraged as he flung yet another fireball into the manor’s living room wall. “If they so much as lay a finger on any of them, I’ll make them regret the day they were born! I’ll g-”
“Cole, calm down.” Leo said loudly, shooting a pointed glare at his brother in law. “Getting mad isn’t going to help us get them back…we need to stay calm and focus. At least we know where they are now…”
Cole ceased his infuriated firing and turned abruptly to look at the whitelighter. “How do you expect me to stay calm when my little girl has been captured by a horde of stupid, worthless, pig headed cops!? Who knows what they’re doing to her…you may not care, but-”
“You think I’m not upset?” Leo shot back, his voice even louder then before. “My boys were taken too! And Mel is my niece, I don’t want her hurt any more then you do. I just think that you bursting into the police station and incinerating everyone in sight isn’t going to help our cause any. We have to approach this properly, or we’ll just end up in even more trouble.”
“Screw that. There is no way I’m going to stand here and wait for you to check with the elders, or meditate, or…what ever it is you whitelighters do.” Cole replied tensely, his eyes narrowed in fierce determination. “I don’t care what happens to me, I’m getting them out of there!”
He turned away from Piper and Leo, evidently intent on shimmering out of the room.
“Cole, Leo’s right.” Piper tried, hoping the demon would listen to reason. “The kids have already been exposed- you getting exposed, and possibly captured, won’t help.”
Cole turned to glare at her. “Sure, stand up for the pacifist, I didn’t expect-”
“THAT’S ENOUGH.”
A fourth and unexpected voice cut into the argument, causing all three to stop abruptly.
Phoebe had stood up from her seat on the couch, her tear streaked face now glaring between them all.
“Our kids and our sister are in trouble, and you’re arguing about who is right and wrong.” She began angrily. “This family has already been torn apart once in the past forty eight hours, and I am not going to let that happen again…especially when the others need our help. We’re not going to check with the elders- and we’re most certainly not going to go busting in there.” The woman paused and shot a look directly over at her husband before summoning up the strength to continue. “We’re going to do what we always do- come up with a plan, and kick evil’s behind.”
Piper sent a weak smile in her little sister’s direction, glad to see her come out of her stunned stupor.
She was right of course…this was not the time for petty arguments. Even though the family’s differences were glaringly obvious at the moment, they could still find a way to pull together and achieve their common goal.
Getting the rest of the family back was really all that mattered right now.
It seemed that Piper was not the only one moved by Phoebe’s speech- even Cole had hung his head in shame for his rather heated comments. Any desire he had had to immediately bust into the SFPD was now subdued by his wife’s words.
“Fine.” He muttered his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he chanced a look over in Phoebe’s direction. “What do you propose?”
She hesitated slightly, her mind going over the few options they still had left. “We need to get them out- obviously.” She muttered, more to herself then the others. “And Piper, Emily and I should be the ones to do it- our appearance won’t arouse as much suspicion.”
The two men in the room exchanged a brief glance; neither was thrilled with the idea of letting their wives tackle the task alone…
But they knew that Phoebe was right…a demon and an angel walking into a mortal police station would attract more then a little attention.
“I agree.” Piper cut in, giving Leo’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Considering the circumstances, we’re the ones that should do this…”
Phoebe nodded before continuing, her voice filling with more and more determination. “We can still use your help though.” She said, addressing her comment at Leo. “You can orb us into the alley way behind the station, and we’ll use the back door to get inside. If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to find them quickly and get out. Chances are we’ll have to call you again to orb us home though…if any of them could orb themselves, they would have done it by now…”
Piper shuddered involuntarily.
Her sister had a point…the boys would have gotten themselves home by now if they had been able…that meant that they were probably still knocked out…or hurt…or…
She shuddered again as she tried to push those horrible thoughts to the back of her mind.
They’d be home soon. She’d make sure they stayed safe…
“If we encounter any cops Piper can freeze them.” Phoebe continued, her brown eyes narrowing. “And Emily can use her temperature changing thing to freeze them literally, if need be.”
The third witch nodded enthusiastically, happy to be a part of the plan that would, hopefully, save her daughter.
“It shouldn’t be too difficult” the eldest charmed one added optimistically. “Hopefully they’re all being kept together…and the moment we find them, and freeze the surrounding cops, we can call for Leo and get everyone home safely.”
There was a slight pause after this final comment, as all present tried desperately too believe that things really would work out as planned…
That soon, they would all be reunited…
“What about me?” Cole asked, turning once again to face his wife.
It was obvious that he was not happy with his exclusion form the plan.
Phoebe looked up into his now demonic eyes and gave a sad smile. “You stay here.” She said, taking a step towards him. “I won’t risk you getting hurt…”
The demon scowled.
“We need someone to stay.” The brown haired witch continued. “We can’t forget about my premonition. I saw Coronus and a few minions shimmering into the attic…we need you to stay here and fight them off if they arrive before we get back.”
“How can I fight them?” Cole retorted, his mind drifting to the entry they had recently read in the book of shadows. “The book says he can only be defeated by the power of three.”
Phoebe sighed, taking another step forward and placing a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder. “You may not be able to kill him, but I have complete confidence that you can distract him long enough for us to get back. When we return with Paige, we’ll be able to get rid of him…and his stupid spell…once and for all.”
Cole looked as if he was about to retort, but instead of arguing he drew a deep breath and placed a gentle kiss atop his wife’s head. “Be careful.” He whispered so that only she could hear. “And bring our little girl home safe.”
The woman nodded as she drew back, locking eyes with him once more before silently moving across take a small piece of paper off of the coffee table and proceeding to latch onto her sister and brother in law.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” she asked, grabbing onto Leo’s arm and gesturing for the dazed looking Emily to come over. “We’ve got a family to save.”
Piper could not help but smile at her sisters words. She was so proud to see Phoebe take charge of the situation…she had looked past her own fears and doubts and managed to keep them focused on the task at hand.
Even though she knew that there were still many challenges to be faced, she could not suppress the hope now growing inside of her.
They could get through this. There was nothing the Halliwell’s couldn’t do.
“I can hardly believe that it’s really going to be over.” She heard Emily mutter quietly from her side as she took hold of Pipers arm.
Piper smiled, and turned to her husband. “Ready?”
The whitelighter nodded, his face stoically calm. “Let’s go.”
She felt the world begin to dissolve around her as the now familiar sensation of orbing filled her body. Through the gathering blue lights she could see a sombre Cole standing alone in the living room, watching them with a combination of hope and worry.
Turning her head slightly, she used her final seconds of visibility to glance over at the well worn grandfather clock…
“Seven thirty…” she muttered, her voice becoming bodiless as their combined orbs began to streak out the room towards their destination.
That meant that there was only half an hour left to set everything right…
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A/N Cutting it close, aren’t I? Well, hope you enjoyed that. I suppose it was a bit slow, but I need to build up to the next action packed chapter. Only about two or three chapters left (depending on how long I decide to make each one). In case it wasn’t clear…Mel is trapped in a separate cell at the police station (as Jameson said in the last chapter). Hope the scene with the adults made sense…it picks up about 5 minutes after we last saw them…it’s implied that they all rushed down stairs to realize that the kids and Paige were gone…I decide to show their later reaction rather then their initial ones.
Once again, I’m sorry for the wait, and I hope you haven’t forgotten the story…I have hardly had time to sleep this past month, let alone write anything decent. Please forgive me. The next update won’t take nearly as long.
Up next…the adults rush to the rescue…will it be as easy as they hope? Will the demon arrive in their absence? Who will win the showdown? Will everything work out in time? Also- a scene with all of our favourite half whitelighters, and an update on the Darryl DJ situation…
Please review!
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Post by GoldnWlf on Aug 11, 2005 23:07:31 GMT -5
YAY!! Thanks for updating this story. Honestly, your story is the reason that I check this board. It is different and unique. I love your character development - detailed enough that I can get a great picture in my head on how everyone looks and acts.
Please keep up the good work and update soon!!!!!!!
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Post by XxP3HalliwellxX on Aug 13, 2005 0:17:23 GMT -5
Great job! I love your story update! God job and I am excited to read your next update!
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Post by anglomaltese on Sept 17, 2005 12:32:59 GMT -5
Brilliant chapter, handy to have your recap as i've been on holiday for a month! Now i'm re-hooked, so update soon!!!!
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Post by IlovesmesomeChris on Sept 30, 2005 0:20:08 GMT -5
keep up the good work!
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Post by XxP3HalliwellxX on Oct 4, 2005 16:53:34 GMT -5
This is way over due!!! When are you going to update? I'm not trying to sound mean but it's been almost two months!! Please update soon, I loved the last one and I need to know what happens next!
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Post by leigh19 on Oct 4, 2005 17:13:59 GMT -5
I have half of the update done, but I don't want to post it until I have time to finish it. I'm VERY sorry- blame school/work, not me Try not to hate me too much.
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Post by staceface510 on Oct 4, 2005 19:01:21 GMT -5
Take your time. I'm pretty sure we can wait since we've waited this long. lol
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Post by leigh19 on Oct 10, 2005 1:07:00 GMT -5
A/N Guess who’s not dead! That’s right- me! I’m very sorry for the wait guys. All I have are the regular excuses: School, work, family stuff, fatigue… Please forgive me And please enjoy… XXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 24 - The Big Bang XXXXXXXXXXX “He must be dead.” A large, green skinned demon stated, banging his fiercely clawed hand down on a stone table. “It’s been almost a day now, and he has not returned…” Coronus nodded his small pug like head slowly as he took a seat on the chair his master had occupied only a few short days ago. It was true, Demetrius had not been heard from in almost twenty four hours…it was entirely possible that he had not made it out of the manor alive. “I agree.” An auburn haired darklighter stated as he paced back and forth across the musty underworld cavern. “If he had fought the Halliwell’s and won, he would have returned by now. Did he not tell you that he would be back soon?” “Yes.” Coronus agreed quietly. “Demetrius intended to kill the good Halliwell’s and return here to lead us in our conquest of the upper world…” “But now he’s dead!” The green demon growled again, his patience clearly growing thin. “And I don’t know why we continue to wait…we should go up there and finish the task ourselves…” “You mean, kill the Halliwell’s?” Coronus asked, his watery eyes growing wide. “But if Demetrius couldn’t then surely we can’t…” The green demon scoffed. “Demetrius was an arrogant fool. He thought that Balthazar and his and daughter would help him with his task, but they clearly betrayed him…part humans cannot be trusted.” “But my master…” “You have no master any more, Coronus!” the demon replied, cutting him off before he could finish. “You are a powerful demon in your own right and you don’t need him to tell you what to do… you’re free now, and together we can do what our fellow demons have dreamed of for decades…take a bit of the glory for yourself, for once…it was you that cast this spell, was it not? It was you, not Demetrius who was powerful enough to reveal every magical creature for what they truly are…” Coronus hesitated, and looked down at his former master’s desk. It was true…he had accumulated many powers over the past several centuries, he had been responsible for a great many hexes and curses, but had never really risen to be more then a simple accomplice. Maybe it really was his time to take lead… Demetrius may have been the brains behind this particular plan, but it was he that had had the raw power… “Yes,” he began, slowly rising from his seat and looking up at the four other demons that now occupied the room. “Yes, we will finish what Demetrius started. We will kill them all, and then, we’ll be free to take the human world for ourselves…” Coronus paused again, and nodded at the others- all of whom had turned towards him with gleeful anticipation. “We have already waited long enough…it’s time to kill them all…” And with that, they shimmered out, ready to annihilate their biggest foes. If they succeeded, the Halliwell’s would not live to see another day… XXXXXXXXXX “Come on,” DJ began, his voice still full of unwavering determination. “Keep looking. There has got to be something in this room strong enough to bust down the door...” Darryl nodded slowly and continued the search. Unlike his young son, he did not think that they would find such an easy escape, but he could bear to dash the boy’s hopes. It was obvious that DJ’s love for Mel would not allow him to give up hope until absolutely every inch of the room had been searched. The two had been locked in the small office for over half an hour now, and Darryl knew that that was more then enough time for Jameson and his men to get to the manor and back. Even if he and DJ found a way out, it was too late to get warning to the Halliwell’s. In all likelihood, they were all knocked out and locked up at this very moment…if not worse. He shuddered at the thought as he continued to rifle around in one of the other officer’s desks, looking for something –anything- that could help them get to freedom. Pencils… papers…an old metal ruler… Absolutely nothing of use. The older man slowly raised his head and looked over at his frantic son. DJ was rifling around almost violently in a desk across the room, his brown eyes dangerously fierce. “Anything?” Darryl asked, his voice coming out quieter then he had intended. The sight of his son in such an anxious love struck state had caused a sudden lump to well up in his throat. He could only imagine the pain the boy was going through. He didn’t want to think about how terrible he himself would feel if his own beloved wife was in the danger Mel was in now. Darryl had always suspected that DJ was harbouring secret feeling for Phoebe’s daughter- he had even caught the boy stating at her with deep adoration on a few recent occasions- but he never suspected that the love DJ felt was this strong. He could see it now though. Very clearly. He knew that DJ loved Mel with every fibre of his being… “Yes.” The younger man muttered suddenly, breaking Darryl away from his musings. “What? What is it?” But instead of answering, DJ simply dashed towards the door, a small metal object in his hand. Even from his spot ten feet away, Darryl could hear the boy muttering under his breath. “Of course…stupid, stupid, stupid…” “What?” Darryl asked again, his own hopes lifting at DJ began jabbing the small object into the door handle and wiggling it, a look of deep concentration across his face. “Left…right…right…” Realizing that his son was far too wrapped up in his escape attempt, Darryl leaned back against the desk, watching intently as DJ continued to do whatever he was doing. Maybe this was it…maybe they were really going to get out… A minute of almost complete silence passed, and despite himself, the man felt the familiar sinking feeling return to his stomach. He sighed. Maybe DJ hadn’t figured it out after all… Looking sadly down at the floor, he opened his mouth and tried to think of the best way to tell DJ that they’d probably be better off if they just keep searching for another way. But before a single word escaped, a loud clicking noise resounded off the walls of the small room. “YES!” DJ cried, his voice full of both triumph and anticipation. “I did it, we’re out…” And sure enough, the large metal door swung slowly open. “What…how…?” Darryl asked, his heart suddenly beating frantically in his chest. DJ held up a small metal paper clip, now strangely warped from being prodded into the door’s lock. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before…” he began excitedly. “The whole time I was looking for something big and heavy to bash the door down…and the easiest solution was right in front of me…” “I didn’t know you knew how to pick locks.” Darryl stated, surprised by his sons newly revealed skill. It wasn’t exactly something one would expect of a young cop. DJ smiled for a brief second before the levity of their current situation suddenly reregistered across his face. “That’s not important now.” He said firmly, turning to face the now open door. “We have to get Mel and the others out of here…fast.” “Right.” Darryl agreed, quickly moving to his son’s side. “I’m willing to bet that Jameson was successful in capturing them…it’s just a matter of figuring out where he’d put them once he brought them here…” DJ nodded his eyes once again full of pain and determination. “Let’s split up.” He stated, swiftly moving out of the door. “You go left, I’ll go right.” The older man was about to suggest that they lay out a better plan, but before he had a chance to speak, DJ tore down the hallway- evidently too set on his task to spend anymore time talking. With a nervous sigh, Darryl began to head in the opposite direction, hoping beyond hope that they weren’t already too late to help save the day… XXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Oct 10, 2005 1:07:51 GMT -5
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Leo asked, glancing nervously over at his wife. He had just finished orbing her, Phoebe, and Jenny’s mother Emily into the alley way behind the San Francisco Police Department, and as he looked ominously at the small rusty door that would lead the women inside he could not help but think that maybe there was a better way…
This whole thing felt so unplanned…so unnerving…
“As sure as I ever am when we go on these missions.” Piper replied after a brief moment of silence. “So basically, not sure at all.”
Phoebe snorted, obviously amused by her sisters comment, but the whitelighter was far from impressed. He was much too scared to acknowledge the humour in her voice. He, unlike Piper, did not resort to sarcasm in times of crisis.
“Piper, I’m serious…” he began again, reaching out to take her small hand in his. “Are you sure this is the best idea? Maybe I should come with you, so that I can orb you out of there if I have to…”
The woman shook her head stubbornly and looked up to meet her husband’s eyes. “You know that’s not a good idea in your current state.” She said, her eyes glancing briefly at the large pair of feathered wings protruding from his back. “You coming with us will attract a lot of unwanted attention. And besides, the station isn’t too big- we’ll be able to find Paige and the kids quickly and they can orb us out.”
“But what if…”
She raised a hand to silence him before he could complete his sentence. “We don’t have time for what ifs.” She stated, taking a step back to stand at her sister’s side. “There’s only half an hour left to set things right, and we have to do this. Now.”
Leo felt tempted to object again, but, unfortunately, he could see her point. Time continued to tick away- they really couldn’t afford to plan this mission anymore then they already had.
The girls had to go in there…the girls had to find them…the girls had to bring his boys home safely…
He could not possibly stand in the way of such an important task.
“Alright.” The man sighed, giving his head a reluctant nod. “Go. But call me if you need any help…”
His wife smiled at him weakly, before turning to Emily and her sister, her brown eyes now full of fierce determination.
“Let’s do this.” She stated firmly as she took the first brave step in the direction of the door. The others soon followed.
Leo could do nothing but watch and worry as the three valiantly made their way inside. He saw one final swish of Piper’s long shining hair, and watched as the rusty old door closed behind them with a resounding bang.
XXXXXXXXXXX DJ continued his fast jog down the relatively quiet hallways of the SFPD. Thankfully, he had only passed one other cop so far, and the man had merely shot him a confused look. Evidently, not everyone knew of Jameson’s plan to keep him and his father in captivity.
The boy was still kicking himself for his own stupidity- why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? He and his older brother Michael had perfected the art of lock picking at an early age…they had used the skill to take an early peak at their Christmas presents, to escape from their rooms when they’d been grounded, and do other stupid childish things of that sort.
But, when this skill had turned out to be more important then it had ever been, he had somehow lost his head, and completely forgotten to make use of it.
If the time he had pointlessly wasted locked in that wretched room had allowed Inspector Jameson to harm Mel or the others, DJ knew that he would never forgive himself. The guilt for such a thing would stay with him forever…
Trying- somewhat unsuccessfully- to push those horrible thoughts from his mind, DJ began running at full speed down the hall. His search was becoming more and more frantic- he saw no sign of them anywhere, and this only served to fill him with further anxiety. He rounded yet another quiet hallway, noting with confusion that this one appeared to be strangely. Slowing down his run, DJ walked a little more cautiously, keeping his eyes out for any sign of movement around him. He wasn’t sure why exactly, but he suddenly felt the hair pricking on the back of is neck, and he suppressed an involuntary shudder.
He was getting close to something…he just didn’t know what…
Drawing a deep nervous breath, DJ called out into the darkness.
“Hello?”
He could have sworn that he hard a slight ruffling noise in the distance, but there was no immediate reply.
“Hello?” He called again, more forcefully then he had before.
He knew someone was there…he could feel it now…their presence was drawing him near.
There was something- some force- bigger then himself, telling him that he had to go on. Telling him that this was it…
“Mel?” he asked, hardly daring to believe that had found her. But, despite the persistent doubt, he knew that it was her. He knew he had found her at last.
“Yes.” A voice- her voice- called back from the darkness. “I’m here.”
DJ felt himself instantly swell with excitement and relief. It was her. And best of all, she was still okay…
Too shaken to reply, DJ continued his walk down the hall way, his legs propelling him faster and faster with every step. His heart was beating rapidly, his head was spinning, and his lungs burned from the physical excursion–but he paid his own pain no notice. All that mattered right now was Mel. All he wanted, was to keep her safe…
“Mel.” The boy cried again, his voice cracking with relief as he approached the small cramped cell. He could see her now. He could see her face illuminated by some distant light.
“DJ.” She replied, the look of fear and worry on her face instantly replaced by a look of relief. “It’s you…I was so worried it would be another cop.”
He smiled softly, looking down to meet her now demonic eyes. “Yes. It’s me.” He said, slowly regaining his breath. “I’d have come sooner but Inspector Jameson locked my dad and me up so that we couldn’t warn you guys that they were coming for you. He figured out that we were trying to protect you…”
“Jameson?” she asked, tilting her head thoughtfully. “I don’t think I’ve heard of him. I assume he’s the bastard that put me here in the first place.” She paused, her eyes suddenly growing wider. “What about the others? Are they okay?”
DJ hesitated, not wanting to dash the hope he could feel emulating off of her. He wished that he could tell her what she wanted to hear. “I…I don’t know.” He admitted honestly. “I just escaped my own captivity, and you’re the first one I’ve come across.”
The girl nodded sadly- it was evident that she had prepared herself for the worst. “Alright then.” She began. “Get me out of here, and we’ll go find them. Together.”
DJ hesitated and glanced at her cell, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Okay- but how can I do that? Why can’t you just shimmer out? I thought…”
“Crystals.” She replied simply, cutting him off before he could finish. “The cops must have nicked some crystals off some of the demons they caught last night, and figured out how to use them. When the crystals are placed in a circle, it stops a magical being from transporting themselves out. All you have to do it kick one of them away. IF you break the circle, I’m free.”
Trying not to over think the strange magical explanation, DJ quickly kicked the nearest white crystal across the dark room. There was a slight flash of blue lights as the other stones appeared to deactivate, and seconds later, Mel shimmered herself out of the cell and reappeared at his side.
“That was easy.” DJ observed, his heartbeat suddenly quickening again as he realized that Mel was only a few inches away from him now. He could feel the heat radiating off of her body…he could smell the sweet honey sent that was so undeniably her…
She was perfect…so wonderful…so close…
He could hardly stand it.
A moment of awkward silence passed between them before both chanced a glance in the others direction. They caught each other’s eyes, and smiled.
“Thanks.” Mel said her voice soft and quiet. “Thanks for saving me…”
DJ shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. “No problem.” He replied. “I mean, I’m no prince charming, but at least…”
“Who says your not?”
DJ’s next breath caught in his throat, and he barely managed to stop himself from lapsing into what would have been an embarrassing coughing fit. Her comment had caught him completely off guard.
She couldn’t have possibly meant what he thought she had meant. He may have been harbouring secret feeling for the girl for as far back as he could remember, but he had never received any indication that she had felt the same. According to Wyatt’s account, she preferred to date arrogant pricks from her high school…guys with money and charisma…guys that were capable of charming a girl as perfect as Mel.
He was just DJ.
Her long time, somewhat quiet, fairly ordinary friend towards whom she had never shown interest.
He didn’t have a chance.
“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”
The sound of her soft voice sent a jolt through his body and tore him away from his train of thought.
‘Yes’ he mused sadly. ‘Of course she regrets what she said…she couldn’t have possibly meant it…’
“You’ve been here- right in front of me the whole time.” Mel continued, looking straight into his perfect brown eyes. “And I never even noticed…”
He found himself unable to breathe once again.
What was she saying? Did he dare hope…?
“What didn’t you notice?”
He knew as soon as the words left his lips that he was being to forward…he shouldn’t have pushed her…he shouldn’t have made his hopes so clear…
But, instead of growing angry, Mel simply smiled her beautiful smile. “I didn’t notice that the perfect guy has been right next to me my entire life.” She replied.
Heart bursting with happiness and unable to resist her for another second, DJ reached out and drew her into his strong arms. Her small frame fit so perfectly against his, and he was overwhelmed by how good it felt to finally hold her close. He had dreamed of this moment for years, but never thought that it would actually come.
He loved her. She had just admitted that she felt something in return…
The light from a distant hallway cast a gentle glow over the young couple, and if it had not been for their dreary surroundings it would have been a picturesque moment.
“I’ve always wanted to hear you say that.” The boy admitted, drawing back slightly so that he could see her face. It didn’t matter to him that she remained in demon form. It didn’t matter that her face was lined in read and black.
She was still perfect…and most of all, she was his.
His Mel.
Somehow, the thought just felt so right.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t have said it sooner.”
The young lovers drew close once again. DJ bent his head slightly and marvelled at the fact that her lips were now only inches away.
This was it. It was really happening.
The gap between their faces was almost closed…their lips were about to meet…
‘BANG.’
A sudden sound echoed through the hall way, breaking the two apart before they could share what each so desperately wanted.
“What…” DJ began, looking around in worry, his mind suddenly remembering the seriousness of the situation.
“The others.” Mel replied, eyes wide with fear. “Let’s go.” And with that, she grabbed hold of his hand and the two tore off down the hallway.
Worried. Afraid. Unsure.
But more importantly, together…
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Post by leigh19 on Oct 10, 2005 1:08:53 GMT -5
XXXXXXXXXXX (Meanwhile)
“Okay, I think it’s safe to say that we are officially screwed.” Chris said moodily as he continued to pace the small cell which now contained him, Wyatt, Jenny and Paige. “Fifteen minutes left. No sign of any help…no way to get out…it’s time to face the fact that we are now permanently stuck as angels.”
“Always the optimist…” Wyatt muttered, less then impressed by his brothers depressing speech. Truth be told he wasn’t in a much happier state of mind at the moment, but he, unlike Chris, had not felt the sudden need to rant about it.
“Fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes.” Paige said, trying to lighten the mood that had been growing more and more dismal by the minute. “Anything could happen. And besides, even if your parents don’t get us out on time, I have every faith that they will get us out of here. If we are stuck like this, at least we can still have lives within the magical community…magic school…’up there’…”
Chris merely rolled his eyes and shot a pointed glare at his aunt. “Oh good.” He began, with scathing sarcasm. “I’ll spend the rest of my life as Chris, the good little whitelighter who gets to meditate with the elders and roam around magic school. That’s what I’ve always wanted…”
“Life doesn’t always give us what we want, Chris.” Paige shot back, her lips tightly pursed. “I never asked for any of this, and yet here I am…”
The boy scoffed. “What are you talking about? You love magic. You always have.” He pointed out, stopping his nervous pacing for a moment to face his youngest aunt. “I, on the other hand, wish I didn’t exist.”
It was Paige’s turn to laugh. “You sound just like you mother when I first met her.” The woman began, her mind drifting back to memories of first times she had met her half sisters. “But she came to realize- in time- that magic had done her more good then harm. Don’t forget, Chris- without magic none of us would have ever been born.”
The boy opened and closed his mouth several times to reply, but the look on is face showed that he had seen her point. She was right, of course; without magic, all of their fathers would have died regular mortal deaths, and never would have been given the chance to guide good witches…never would have met their mothers…
“Maybe…maybe that would still be better then this…” he muttered, taking a seat next to Jenny on the cold stone floor, obviously too worn out to continue with his pacing.
“You don’t mean that.” Paige remarked, giving him a sad smile. “I know you don’t. I agree, this is a less then ideal situation, but I still think it’s better then not existing at all. And besides, spending your life as a whitelighter really wouldn’t be that bad.” She paused and gave bother nephews an impish glance. “Remember what I always used to say…”
Both boys rolled their eyes and exchanged a glance before replying in unison.
“Whitelighters are the glue that hold the magical world together.”
“That’s right.” Paige replied proudly, inciting a quiet giggle from Jenny. The girl was evidently amused by how well she had trained her young nephews.
Chris shook his head- also in amusement- before shooting a thankful look at his aunt. Somehow, she of all people, always managed to say the right thing to cheer him up. “I suppose you have a point.” He admitted, resting his back against the wall, careful not to squash his white feathered wings as he did so.
He was still upset. Still afraid. But also suddenly reassured that –ultimately- things would work out.
“They’re going to come eventually.” Wyatt said, after a brief moment of silence as he too took a more comfortable position next to his brother. “I know they will. The only question is, when…”
All four witch-whitelighters remained quietly in their positions, starring off into various undefined points in the distance, thinking of what lie ahead.
The way Chris saw it this situation had one of two outcomes.
One- they would be rescued in due course and have to adjust to their new lives as visible outcasts.
Or two- his parents and aunt would rush in at the last minute, free them, and together, they would vanquish the responsible demon once and for all…
Before Chris could ponder their predicament much further, a loud BANG echoed in a not too distant hallway, causing all to jump to their feet in anticipation.
Suddenly, option number two seemed very plausible…
Maybe there was still hope after all.
XXXXXXXXXXX (Meanwhile)
“Don’t you think they should be back by now?” Cole asked as he paced anxiously back and forth across the room. “It’s been almost fifteen minutes…and that means that there’s only fifteen minutes left before we’re stuck this way forever…”
Leo nodded slowly from his position on the attics couch.
He too was growing extremely nervous as the minutes ticked past, but unlike is brother in law, he was managing to keep up a calm facade. “They’ll be here.” He said, trying to sound sure of himself. “They always pull through…”
But a small yet persistent voice in the back of his head would not allow him to wholeheartedly believe his words. Sure- the sisters had always saved the day before- but what if this time, there were simply too many factors playing against them?
They had to deal with the cops…they had to save the kids…they had to vanquish the demon…they had to reverse the spell…
And all of that had to be done before the hour was up.
It was a daunting task, perhaps too daunting- even for them.
“Don’t give me that crap, Leo.” Cole retorted, his demonic face twisted with worry and rage. “Get off your cloud and face reality for a change. This time, we’re screwed.”
The whitelighter glared briefly at the demon, but found him self unable to harbour much annoyance.
He was far too worried to be annoyed right now.
“All we can do is continue to hope…there’s still time” he stated softly. There was less conviction in his words then there had been before…maybe Cole was right…maybe they really were screwed this time…
“No.” the demon replied, his pacing growing continually more frantic. “We can do more then ‘hope’, we can help…I say we go find the girls and see what the hold up is.”
Leo sighed.
In a way, he found himself agreeing with the other man; sitting back and not being able to assist with the mission was making him terribly nervous…but on the other hand they had all decided that it would be better if he and Cole were not seen in their current state…a demon and an angel busting into the police station was sure to attract a lot of unwanted attention…it could very well put them in an immense amount of danger.
“We can’t.” he sated firmly, standing up and starring Cole straight in the eyes. “Doing that will only make things worse.”
The demon stopped his pacing for a second and let out a loud scoff. “Yeah?” he began, using his imposing bulk to attempt to stare the whitelighter down. “How could this situation possibly get any worse?”
Leo opened his mouth to reply, but before a single word could escape the answer to Cole’s question shimmered into the room…
The two men turned abruptly towards the intruders, instantly forgetting their quarrel.
Five heavily armed and highly imposing demons now stood on the other side of the attic. One of them took a step forward- and both Leo and Cole instantly recognised him from the book of Shadows. This was Coronus, the demon Phoebe had seen in her vision…
“I think we can take on Balthazar and a whitelighter, don’t you?” He asked, raising his gnarled hand and summoning a large fireball. “It’ll be a nice warm up…”
The others laughed menacingly as they too powered up their fireballs and raised their crossbows.
A wide and triumphant smirk spread across the demons ugly face as he stared confidently at his two foes. “The time has come to finish what my master started…”
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A/N Dun dun dun! There you go. Next time- we see the final out come. I hope next time won’t be too far away. Hope this was okay- yes, the love part was sappy- I couldn’t help it, I just saw a romantic French movie and I had to put some mush in.
Please Review! (I’m sorry I can’t answer them anymore- I’m just too pressed for time- but please know that I REALLY do appreciate all the input and inspiration. You guys are awesome.)
-Leigh
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