Post by elderess on May 4, 2007 7:35:43 GMT -5
Discalimer: I don't own charmed or any of its characters, just to let you know...
Rays of sunshine sparkled through the windows and cast spectrums rays onto the dark and dusty floor. The figure standing in the middle of the room raised his head, staring at the rays he glowered. Shooting a fireball through the very spot and creating a hole in the floor, he smiled slightly. It was probably his first smile since, since well she'd left him. He wasn't actually surprised that she had, he had just hoped that she wouldn't. Moving slowly he looked down through the hole and into what must have been P3's basement. A white light was illuminating it, and he could hear whispers of voices. Crouching down, he listened.
"Are you kidding me Bianca? What the hell have you done!?!"
Wyatt froze he knew who that was and was completely confused at what Nina was doing here.
"I only wanted to help." Bianca replied grumpily.
"Oh right, so you created a freaking door to the evil world? and you thought that would help? What if Wyatt finds it? huh? What then?" Nina cried exasperated with her best friend.
"Well he won't, he doesn't go to P3 remember, he hates it there!" Bianca retorted pointing out the flaw in Nina's cynism.
Wyatt thanked God that he had come to P3 or he would never of known.
"And anyway," Bianca continued, "I need to get through don't I? How else am I going to see him?"
Wyatt grinned, 'See who?' he wondered and listened in again.
"Well you're not are you...unless-" Nina said quietly.
"Unless what?"
"We make sure that Wyatt never knows about this hole and isn't already here listening."
"Done."
Wyatt cloaked himself and breathed slowly and quietly. Nina and Bianca came up through the hole he had created and looked around.
Nina swung her bright glossy red hair over her shoulder and remarked, "Dingy isn't it."
Bianca stroked a finger into the caked dust on the richetey old table standing nearby and said, "Possitively minging!"
"I'm glad you think so girls." A figure spoke from behind them, Wyatt peered over their shoulders to catch a glimpse and almost gasped before remembering not too.
Rays of sunshine sparkled through the windows and cast spectrums rays onto the dark and dusty floor. The figure standing in the middle of the room raised his head, staring at the rays he glowered. Shooting a fireball through the very spot and creating a hole in the floor, he smiled slightly. It was probably his first smile since, since well she'd left him. He wasn't actually surprised that she had, he had just hoped that she wouldn't. Moving slowly he looked down through the hole and into what must have been P3's basement. A white light was illuminating it, and he could hear whispers of voices. Crouching down, he listened.
"Are you kidding me Bianca? What the hell have you done!?!"
Wyatt froze he knew who that was and was completely confused at what Nina was doing here.
"I only wanted to help." Bianca replied grumpily.
"Oh right, so you created a freaking door to the evil world? and you thought that would help? What if Wyatt finds it? huh? What then?" Nina cried exasperated with her best friend.
"Well he won't, he doesn't go to P3 remember, he hates it there!" Bianca retorted pointing out the flaw in Nina's cynism.
Wyatt thanked God that he had come to P3 or he would never of known.
"And anyway," Bianca continued, "I need to get through don't I? How else am I going to see him?"
Wyatt grinned, 'See who?' he wondered and listened in again.
"Well you're not are you...unless-" Nina said quietly.
"Unless what?"
"We make sure that Wyatt never knows about this hole and isn't already here listening."
"Done."
Wyatt cloaked himself and breathed slowly and quietly. Nina and Bianca came up through the hole he had created and looked around.
Nina swung her bright glossy red hair over her shoulder and remarked, "Dingy isn't it."
Bianca stroked a finger into the caked dust on the richetey old table standing nearby and said, "Possitively minging!"
"I'm glad you think so girls." A figure spoke from behind them, Wyatt peered over their shoulders to catch a glimpse and almost gasped before remembering not too.
