I can't believe it is the last chapter already. I am in the process of writing another fic however, so I hope you all keep your eyes out for that. Thank you to all who reviewed. I really do love them, and even if you read this story a year after it has been published, I would still love a review. Thank you all very much. So enjoy the final chapter of When in Rome!
P.S. I really appreciate all of the reviews I have gotten and everyone who has read this and other stories, however, I would like to dedicate this chapter to powerof3halliwells for all of your gracious reviews and words of encouragement. I am also dedicating this chapter to one of my favorite fiction authors, x-x-Dreamer'93-x-x, for inspiring me to write my own fanfics, and for reviewing my stories as well. Thank you both very much.
When the lights receded the trio found themselves standing in the office at P3.
"We're back" Wyatt said looking around.
"So, we vanquished the demon after the fire, and we learned that we just have to deal with our Wiccan destinies" Chris recapped the day's events.
"I guess, but I don't really remember complaining about our destiny, do you guys?" Mel asked.
"Nope, I remember complaining about Mel's dreams keeping us awake, and Chris not making us dinner, but nothing about our destiny" Wyatt said nonchalantly, earning him a glare from Mel and Chris.
"Unless that's the reason we get the dreams too" Chris said thinking about his theory.
"What are you talking about" Mel asked.
"Today at the herb shop Wyatt and I bought some stuff that will keep you from having bad dreams, that way we wouldn't get the bad dreams either. I'm guessing that the Elders think we need to share the good dreams as well as the bad dreams. Remember what that Elder said in the woods, we were always there for each other as witches but now we have to be there for each other as a family. Well families are there through the good and the bad and if that means that we have to stay with you when you have a bad dream, then I guess you're going to be shopping for a bigger bed in the near future" Chris said as he rested his arm on Mel's shoulder.
"Wow, talk about the Elders finding a round about way of saying 'buyer beware'" Wyatt said with a chuckle. "I'm already tired of helping the Elders and we haven't even done anything for them besides start a prophecy."
"Wyatt apparently we aren't allowed to complain anymore so you might want to stop before we are hit by lightning bolts" Mel said with a smile.
"No, I refuse to not be able to complain. I will go crazy if I can't bitch about our destiny from time to time. As much as I love being a witch, and a white lighter I'm not going to say that it doesn't interfere sometimes. So I reserve the right to be aggravated once and a while. It's the normal thing to do" Wyatt smiled as he walked towards the door.
"Hey anyone know how long we were gone for anyway?" Chris asked.
Mel looked up at the clock "Hey, it's only 10 o'clock, we were only MIA for an hour."
"So, we can still enjoy the night is what you are saying" Chris said as he looked at his sister.
"Well that's my plan. If there is this new demon boss out there trying to bring down witches I know we will be working on that soon enough. But now I will enjoy my evening" Mel said as she walked out of the office.
"Where have you guys been? I went into Aunt Piper's office and you guys were gone" Peyton asked when she saw her cousins.
"Oh let's just say we had something to take care of" Wyatt said as he got a beer.
"Long story Pey, I'll fill you in tomorrow. This might need to be a 3x3 team effort anyway" Mel said as she also grabbed a drink.
"Yea, looks like a new big bad is moving into town and we are going to put our prophecy to use. Hey H.J. hand me a beer will ya" Chris said looking at his cousin behind the bar.
"No can do buddy" H.J. replied.
"What? Why not?" Chris asked.
"Because Wyatt and Mel are drinking and some one has to be the designated orber" H.J. stated.
Peyton, Wyatt, Mel, and H.J. started laughing at Chris who just had a dumbfounded look on his face.
"You know what, I don't care, one of you two can take us home at the end of the night" Chris said as he reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of beer.
"Who is taking you guys home, and why?" a voice came from behind the cousins. They all turned around to see Bianca and Blake.
"Oh Chris doesn't want to be the sober cosmic taxi ride, so we are telling H.J. and Peyton that they have to make sure we get home alright tonight otherwise mom with blow them up" Mel said turning back to face her two cousins.
"Ouch. If I were you guys, I would tuck them into bed and everything tonight" Blake said with a smirk as he turned his eyes towards Mel.
Peyton looked at Blake and smiled as he saw that he was looking at Mel. "Actually Blake, that has officially become your job now" and with that Peyton went to go check on her tables. H.J. turned to check the other side of the bar.
"What does that mean?" Blake asked the group.
"Who knows dude, girls can be cryptic sometimes" Wyatt said as a red-head walked past him and winked. "And I'm going to try and decipher the message that babe just sent my way, excuse me."
"Well, Chris, how about taking me out on the dance floor for old times sake" Bianca said as she pulled Chris away from Mel and Blake.
"So, do anything interesting today?" Blake asked Mel.
"Oh you know, went to Italy, was sent back in time to my past life, was almost executed for making out with my brother and saved the entire future of Wicca. Same old same old really" Mel replied.
"Sounds exciting. Wait you made out with your brother?" Blake asked his voice getting louder.
"Ha, ha, I'll tell you about it later. Right now you're going to dance with me" Mel said pulling Blake towards Bianca and Chris on the dance floor.
"Oh yea well what if I say I won't dance with you unless you tell me" Blake said with a grin.
"O.K. how about this. You have to dance with me now, and then tomorrow when you call me to hang out, I'll tell you everything" Mel stated as she kept bring Blake to the dance floor.
"Wait we had plans for tomorrow, I must have forgot" Blake said as he looked confused.
"Well, if you call me tomorrow, we will have plans" Mel said as with a smile as she finally got Blake to the dance floor.
I would like to give credit to the writers of Destined:The Charmed Sons, and Predestined for the phrase "designated orber"