Honey, I Shrank The Witches
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. If I did, I'd be at SS spilling all the secrets to my pals. *big grin*
Here I am! I was gone for a while, but now I'm back. You see, I didn't have any decent ideas for a Charmed story for a while, and just as I was about to start the fifth part of The Houseguest mini-series, an image of a tiny Prue, running around on P3's bar popped in my head and tada! This is what happened! I love you Prue! Without that little (pun intended!) picture boost, I'd be writing more of The Houseguest! But some people may have wanted that...oh well...it'll come eventually. Just know that I'm working on something big. It's quite a project that will have Charmed stuff coming from me for quite a while.
Piper was in the club cleaning up when she noticed a man coming down the stairs and approaching the bar. He had dark hair, wild blue eyes, and had a smug expression.
When Piper got a good look at him, she thought it was Tom, Prue's old college boyfriend that they had saved once, but he seemed so different from Tom.
"I'm sorry, we're not open. Come back later tonight and we'll be open." Piper said as she wiped the counter, not even looking at him.
"I'm not here for your little club." The man said smoothly, the smug grin never leaving his face.
"So, what are you here for?" Piper asked, almost definitely.
"Just to get you out of the way, witch." He added.
Piper turned and looked right at him. She was hoping it would be Tom, but it definitely wasn't him.
"Witch? Oh, so you know who I am do you?"
"Yes, I do." The man said and walked right next to the bar. "And if I'm going to steal your Book, I can't have you around, now can I?"
"That's it, I'm blowing you up." Piper said and raised her hands, but before she could do anything, the man held up his hand and waved it. "Oooo, I'm terrified."
"You will be." The man said. "You have no idea what I did to you, do you?"
Piper wasn't about to admit that she in fact, did not.
"Feel any different?" He asked.
"I..." Piper's voice trailed. She felt odd. She felt like a million hands were pushing her downward and no matter how hard she tried to push back, she couldn't. Piper tried to freeze the man, but couldn't. She found out that she couldn't blow him up either.
Piper closed her eyes, waiting for doom, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and looked. He was just standing there, looking at her...about fifty feet above her!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. If I did, I'd be at SS spilling all the secrets to my pals. *big grin*
Here I am! I was gone for a while, but now I'm back. You see, I didn't have any decent ideas for a Charmed story for a while, and just as I was about to start the fifth part of The Houseguest mini-series, an image of a tiny Prue, running around on P3's bar popped in my head and tada! This is what happened! I love you Prue! Without that little (pun intended!) picture boost, I'd be writing more of The Houseguest! But some people may have wanted that...oh well...it'll come eventually. Just know that I'm working on something big. It's quite a project that will have Charmed stuff coming from me for quite a while.
Piper was in the club cleaning up when she noticed a man coming down the stairs and approaching the bar. He had dark hair, wild blue eyes, and had a smug expression.
When Piper got a good look at him, she thought it was Tom, Prue's old college boyfriend that they had saved once, but he seemed so different from Tom.
"I'm sorry, we're not open. Come back later tonight and we'll be open." Piper said as she wiped the counter, not even looking at him.
"I'm not here for your little club." The man said smoothly, the smug grin never leaving his face.
"So, what are you here for?" Piper asked, almost definitely.
"Just to get you out of the way, witch." He added.
Piper turned and looked right at him. She was hoping it would be Tom, but it definitely wasn't him.
"Witch? Oh, so you know who I am do you?"
"Yes, I do." The man said and walked right next to the bar. "And if I'm going to steal your Book, I can't have you around, now can I?"
"That's it, I'm blowing you up." Piper said and raised her hands, but before she could do anything, the man held up his hand and waved it. "Oooo, I'm terrified."
"You will be." The man said. "You have no idea what I did to you, do you?"
Piper wasn't about to admit that she in fact, did not.
"Feel any different?" He asked.
"I..." Piper's voice trailed. She felt odd. She felt like a million hands were pushing her downward and no matter how hard she tried to push back, she couldn't. Piper tried to freeze the man, but couldn't. She found out that she couldn't blow him up either.
Piper closed her eyes, waiting for doom, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes and looked. He was just standing there, looking at her...about fifty feet above her!