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tamingthemuseTitle: Halliwell Sisters
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Piper, Prue, and Phoebe
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #456: Consanguineal (Oi, that's a mouthful!)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,067
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Spelling Entertainment, not the author, and are used without permission.
She listens to her sisters chattering back and forth. They haven't talked like this in ages, and it makes her grin just to listen to them. "We should totally go out to eat," Prue comments.
"And dancing," Phoebe adds, grinning.
"Huh -- " Piper starts to interrupt, but her older sister attempts to quiet her concerns.
"We deserve it," Prue says, flashing a bright smile at both her younger sisters. "We just saved the world again."
Yes, Piper thinks, but I'm tired, and I'm so not ready to look for another guy after Jeremy almost killed us! Yet, she doesn't want to upset her sisters, and she also doesn't want them to realize that she's scared to date again. She knows already that if they figure out she's still reluctant after her fiance turned out to be a Warlock who was just after her for their powers, they're going to start throwing guys and blind dates at her left and right.
Still, as much as she enjoys seeing her sisters getting along, she's nonetheless loathe to go out. She just wants a quiet night in at home. She starts to speak again but is interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder that makes Phoebe jump and squeal a little bit. Prue laughs, and although Phoebe cuts eyes at their sister, there's no malice in her gaze. In fact, she even grins at herself a little, and when the lightning that follows spooks Prue, her grin widens. "Uh huh."
Piper looks at each of her sisters in turn, then raises her eyes to the ceiling where the thunderstorm is beginning in earnest. Thunder rattles the windows, and lightning illuminates the fallen night. "Why don't we stay in instead?" she suggests.
"We're the Charmed Ones. We're not afraid of a little thunder and lightning!" Prue teases.
Phoebe and Piper both grin wider when she jumps a second time as the thunder seems to shake the entire Manor. "Uh huh," Piper echoes Phoebe's earlier comment.
"Well, we're not afraid of it," Prue amends. "We just don't like to get soaked."
"Yeah." Phoebe giggles. "We're like Kit."
Piper smiles. "I'll cook," she offers.
"Of course."
"What do you mean of course?"
"I mean we're not about to burn dinner when we have an expert cook right here."
"Uh huh."
"And we love you and your cooking so much we'd never want to pass up a chance to eat your delicious food!" Phoebe adds to Prue's statement. She then throws her arms around her sister and hugs her tightly. Piper remembers how much she thanked her in silent and earnest for letting her stay despite Prue's initial anger at her presence and melts a little in her kid sister's hug.
"I'll make everybody's favorites -- "
"You don't have to go to that much trouble."
"Your favorite meat," Piper clarifies, "mac and cheese for Phebs the way Grams used to make it -- " None of the sisters appear to notice the lights flickering when Piper mentions their grandmother, or if they do, they keep it to themselves. " -- and my favorite chocolate cheesecake."
"Chocolate! YUM! I can taste it already!" Phoebe licks her lips. She then releases Piper and gives her a little, playful shove toward the kitchen.
"Go," Prue adds, "do what you're best at."
"How do you know what I'm best at?" teases Piper, still grinning.
"Cook."
"If you were any better in bed than you are in the kitchen," Phoebe remarks, "you'd have to beat the men off."
"I don't have to beat the men off," Piper admits, "just the Warlocks."
"You'll find the right one, Piper," offers Prue.
"Maybe."
"You will," adds Phoebe, "when the time is right."
Piper pauses and just stands there for a moment looking at her sisters smiling and acting so assured and full of . . . full of love, she realizes. They've always been consanguineal, but they haven't acted like real sisters until just recently. She beams. It's good to have her sisters back. Although Phoebe's been the only one truly away in New York, she also hasn't felt this close to Prue in ages, but for the first time in years, Prue hasn't mentioned her work a single time tonight.
"I'll make the dinner," Piper speaks, clearing her throat, before she can get too lost in the tenderness of the moment and their growing bond. "You guys pick the movies."
"Pretty Woman."
"Labyrinth." Phoebe glances out the nearest window as thunder rumbles again. "Kill It Before It Dies, if the storm lets us watch anything at all."
"If not, we'll play games," Piper says with a shrug, "or do each other's hair or something."
"We're the Charmed Ones," Phoebe remarks. "We'll find something."
Piper makes a face. "Don't say it like that," she warns, "or we'll probably get Warlocks or Demons or something."
"Or all of the above," Prue agrees. "But we are sisters," she continues, giving Phoebe a long, studying look.
Phebs nods. "We are sisters," she agrees.
"We'll find something."
"Who better to spend the night with?"
"A hot guy," Prue suggests.
Phoebe giggles, but Piper's already saying strongly, "No one." Still smiling and feeling happier than she has in a very long time, she heads into the kitchen to cook for her family. She isn't bothered by the storm, and she isn't even too concerned with the Warlocks and other horrible things she knows will come again to bother them and even try to kill them now that they're Witches. They're more than just Witches, more than just the Charmed Ones. They are sisters, and it is so, so good to have her family back home together at long last.
She grins as she begins to simmer meat. Their future is uncertain about most things, from guys to Warlocks and magic and everything in between, but being a family is something that can never be taken from them. In fact, becoming Witches has given it back to them, and she admits, even if to no one but herself, that she is looking forward to her future not necessarily as a Witch but as a Halliwell sister. Yes, as a sister to those two waiting for her in the living room, her future is very bright indeed, brighter even than the lightning that keeps flashing outside. She turns her attention away from the stove, and away from the future, and to her cooking; after all, the sooner she gets this meal ready, the sooner she'll be back with her sisters where she belongs.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Charmed
Character/Pairing: Piper, Prue, and Phoebe
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #456: Consanguineal (Oi, that's a mouthful!)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,067
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Spelling Entertainment, not the author, and are used without permission.
She listens to her sisters chattering back and forth. They haven't talked like this in ages, and it makes her grin just to listen to them. "We should totally go out to eat," Prue comments.
"And dancing," Phoebe adds, grinning.
"Huh -- " Piper starts to interrupt, but her older sister attempts to quiet her concerns.
"We deserve it," Prue says, flashing a bright smile at both her younger sisters. "We just saved the world again."
Yes, Piper thinks, but I'm tired, and I'm so not ready to look for another guy after Jeremy almost killed us! Yet, she doesn't want to upset her sisters, and she also doesn't want them to realize that she's scared to date again. She knows already that if they figure out she's still reluctant after her fiance turned out to be a Warlock who was just after her for their powers, they're going to start throwing guys and blind dates at her left and right.
Still, as much as she enjoys seeing her sisters getting along, she's nonetheless loathe to go out. She just wants a quiet night in at home. She starts to speak again but is interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder that makes Phoebe jump and squeal a little bit. Prue laughs, and although Phoebe cuts eyes at their sister, there's no malice in her gaze. In fact, she even grins at herself a little, and when the lightning that follows spooks Prue, her grin widens. "Uh huh."
Piper looks at each of her sisters in turn, then raises her eyes to the ceiling where the thunderstorm is beginning in earnest. Thunder rattles the windows, and lightning illuminates the fallen night. "Why don't we stay in instead?" she suggests.
"We're the Charmed Ones. We're not afraid of a little thunder and lightning!" Prue teases.
Phoebe and Piper both grin wider when she jumps a second time as the thunder seems to shake the entire Manor. "Uh huh," Piper echoes Phoebe's earlier comment.
"Well, we're not afraid of it," Prue amends. "We just don't like to get soaked."
"Yeah." Phoebe giggles. "We're like Kit."
Piper smiles. "I'll cook," she offers.
"Of course."
"What do you mean of course?"
"I mean we're not about to burn dinner when we have an expert cook right here."
"Uh huh."
"And we love you and your cooking so much we'd never want to pass up a chance to eat your delicious food!" Phoebe adds to Prue's statement. She then throws her arms around her sister and hugs her tightly. Piper remembers how much she thanked her in silent and earnest for letting her stay despite Prue's initial anger at her presence and melts a little in her kid sister's hug.
"I'll make everybody's favorites -- "
"You don't have to go to that much trouble."
"Your favorite meat," Piper clarifies, "mac and cheese for Phebs the way Grams used to make it -- " None of the sisters appear to notice the lights flickering when Piper mentions their grandmother, or if they do, they keep it to themselves. " -- and my favorite chocolate cheesecake."
"Chocolate! YUM! I can taste it already!" Phoebe licks her lips. She then releases Piper and gives her a little, playful shove toward the kitchen.
"Go," Prue adds, "do what you're best at."
"How do you know what I'm best at?" teases Piper, still grinning.
"Cook."
"If you were any better in bed than you are in the kitchen," Phoebe remarks, "you'd have to beat the men off."
"I don't have to beat the men off," Piper admits, "just the Warlocks."
"You'll find the right one, Piper," offers Prue.
"Maybe."
"You will," adds Phoebe, "when the time is right."
Piper pauses and just stands there for a moment looking at her sisters smiling and acting so assured and full of . . . full of love, she realizes. They've always been consanguineal, but they haven't acted like real sisters until just recently. She beams. It's good to have her sisters back. Although Phoebe's been the only one truly away in New York, she also hasn't felt this close to Prue in ages, but for the first time in years, Prue hasn't mentioned her work a single time tonight.
"I'll make the dinner," Piper speaks, clearing her throat, before she can get too lost in the tenderness of the moment and their growing bond. "You guys pick the movies."
"Pretty Woman."
"Labyrinth." Phoebe glances out the nearest window as thunder rumbles again. "Kill It Before It Dies, if the storm lets us watch anything at all."
"If not, we'll play games," Piper says with a shrug, "or do each other's hair or something."
"We're the Charmed Ones," Phoebe remarks. "We'll find something."
Piper makes a face. "Don't say it like that," she warns, "or we'll probably get Warlocks or Demons or something."
"Or all of the above," Prue agrees. "But we are sisters," she continues, giving Phoebe a long, studying look.
Phebs nods. "We are sisters," she agrees.
"We'll find something."
"Who better to spend the night with?"
"A hot guy," Prue suggests.
Phoebe giggles, but Piper's already saying strongly, "No one." Still smiling and feeling happier than she has in a very long time, she heads into the kitchen to cook for her family. She isn't bothered by the storm, and she isn't even too concerned with the Warlocks and other horrible things she knows will come again to bother them and even try to kill them now that they're Witches. They're more than just Witches, more than just the Charmed Ones. They are sisters, and it is so, so good to have her family back home together at long last.
She grins as she begins to simmer meat. Their future is uncertain about most things, from guys to Warlocks and magic and everything in between, but being a family is something that can never be taken from them. In fact, becoming Witches has given it back to them, and she admits, even if to no one but herself, that she is looking forward to her future not necessarily as a Witch but as a Halliwell sister. Yes, as a sister to those two waiting for her in the living room, her future is very bright indeed, brighter even than the lightning that keeps flashing outside. She turns her attention away from the stove, and away from the future, and to her cooking; after all, the sooner she gets this meal ready, the sooner she'll be back with her sisters where she belongs.
The End
