Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Charmed characters, quotes, or overt references that may appear in my stories. They are the sole property of Spelling Television. I write for my own satisfaction and for the enjoyment of those who choose to read them.

Forever Changed

Piper was attempting to make breakfast, but with each trip to the fridge she was getting more and more upset. Prue picked that exact moment to enter the kitchen, bright-eyed and perky.

“Morning, Pipe.”

What’s so good about it?” her normally docile sister growled back.

Actually, I never said it was…” Prue said, attempting to defend herself, but was cut off mid-sentence.

“Oh, never mind. I just wish you would let me know when you drain my pantry dry. I don’t know how you maintain that model figure of yours with all the food you’ve been scarfing down lately. Next time you plan on eating us out of house and home would you, PLEASE, tell me! I swear these midnight binges of yours are gonna break us.” Piper was on a roll. She had taken one breath and had yet to exhale; leaving Prue sitting there with her mouth hanging open, that is, until her anger started to bubble into action.

“Look here, Miss Emril on Estrogen, I haven’t raided your precious kitchen, OK, so I’d strongly suggest you take that attitude of yours down a notch! You know, as well as I do, that I get home late and when I hit the bed I’m out ‘til my alarm goes off at 6:oo. Oh, by the way, since we are in having such a lovely little heart to heart, let me advise you to stay OUT of my closet. My favorite sweater very much wants to return to its original owner, if you don’t mind!”

“Well, I DO mind, ’cause, I never took your….” It was now Piper’s turn to be interrupted.

“Oh, can it Piper, I’ll just grab a bagel on my way to my morning shoot. Wouldn’t want my morning coffee and toast to send us over the edge, into bankruptcy…” With that, Prue grabbed her gear and slammed the front door shut loudly, very loudly.

“With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder your favorite sweater’s gone AWOL!” Piper shouted, banging the back door shut with equal force.

A whole week went by with accusations being flung back and forth between the two siblings. The average outsider looking in would never guess that this set of sisters was amazingly close and each others best friend. Something had to give and give soon.


“I told you, I DID NOT move the stupid remote. YOU, had it last, REMEMBER!!” Piper was firing each word out with pure venom. She had, had enough and was just aching to reply to Prue‘s return fire, but was surprisingly met with silence.

“What, no snide come-back?” Piper jabbed, but was only met with…

“You’re right.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you’re right.”

“Well, of course I am, Prue, but that’s beside the point. Why, are you agreeing with me?”

“Think about it, Pipe. All week long we have been at each others throat. Towels left on the floor in the bathroom, missing food, missing clothing, our favorite shows not being taped…”

“Yeah, so?”

“How long have we lived here, now… two years?”

“ ‘Bout that, why?”

“In all that time, have we ever done any of these things that we are, now, accusing each other of?”

“Well… no, come to think of it, we haven’t… What are you saying, Prue, we have poltergeists living with us in this old manor?” Piper’s confidence is starting to wan. Inching closer to her big sister, she looks around the living room with a suspicious eyes and a very eerie feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Prue was bound and determined to get to the bottom of the mystery of the missing Stuff! So she borrowed some surveillance equipment from a colleague of hers and got to ’bugging’ their own house.


Piper on the other hand was convinced that the old Victorian manor was haunted. She was eagerly willing to let the little green people pilfer and pillage so long as she didn’t have to look one in the eye, the one she kept insisting was right in the middle of their shiny emerald foreheads.


“Umm Prue, are you sure about this?”

“Of course, I’m sure.” Prue said, as she descended the ladder. She had just hooked up the last of the cameras.

“But, what if they’re ghosts, we won’t be able to see them on the tape. Besides, I don’t think they take too kindly to having their pictures taken. Have you learned nothing from Close Encounters of the Third Kind?”

“Oh Piper, would you relax already. I keep telling you there are not ghosts in the house. It’s probably a few clever squirrels, an intelligent opossum, or maybe even a resourceful raccoon, but it’s not…”

“Prue, I don’t care HOW resourceful a rodent, none could open the fridge door, I highly doubt any are looking to make a fashion statement with your sweater, and I’m not sure, but I don’t think even in the animal world, Passions is the soap opera of choice, but then again, you are the all-wise Prue, so maybe you are right, if so, we are gonna make a fortune off this footage.”

“Smart-ass!” Prue said, as she pulled her sister into a reassuring hug. “Come on, lets head for bed, and by morning, I’ll either be putting all your fears to rest or we will be find out we have ET for a house guest. By the way, do we have any Reeses Pieces? You know, just in case.” Prue was rewarded with a playful punch in the arm.

“Now who’s being the smart-ass?”

As night fell upon the streets of San Francisco; its shadows played across the old attic door, the door that Prue and Piper were never able to open. Slowly, the hinges creaked as the portal drew back; the moon creeping into the hallway.

Little did the sisters know their lives were about to be changed forever.


Prue sat looking at the TV monitor, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. With her phone on hands free, she continues her conversation with Piper.

“No, I’m not kidding. I’m looking at the tapes I pulled from the recorders this morning; though if I wasn’t seeing it for myself I wouldn’t believe me either.”

Piper was sitting at her desk at Quake, trying to assimilate the revelation her sister had just sprung on her. She could tell by Prue’s voice, that she was dead serious, that only made Piper feel more off center. This was so not what she wanted to hear and frankly she was way passed creeped out, now. “Oookay Prue, but now what? I mean we can’t, we have to, we don’t know…”

“PIPER!” Prue forcefully broke into her sisters panicked rambling.

“WHAT!!” Piper shouted, startled back to conversation.

“Would you just relax…”

“RELAX?!?! How the heck am I supposed to relax when we have….”

“PIPER!”

“… in our house. WHAT, Prue, what are we going to do?” Piper asked. Her question was reasonable, even if her tone was verging on irrational.

“We set a trap…” Prue found herself once again interrupted

“WHAT!! Are you CRAZY?!”

“Nope, we flush ‘em out, catch ‘em in the act, expose them, let them know the jig is up, the game is over, the…”

“PRUE!”

“WHAT!!”

“I got the gist several catch-phrases back, no pun intended. I swear you are enjoying this entirely too much. Now, FOCUS, what’s your plan.” Piper was mildly amused and considerably anxious. With her sister, nothing was ever done half way, and it always involved doing something she was sure she’d regret.

She sat silently as Prue laid out her strategy. Piper was OK with it until her sister got to where she came in.

“… What, are you insane? I’m not going back there by myself. What if one of them sees me? … I am NOT overreacting… FINE, but if anything happens I will so kick your… Yeah, yeah, love you too… Bye.”

The trap was set; soon the Halliwells would come face to face with the imps that had invaded their home. The question was… could they handle the truth?



Prue , Piper, and the youngster were now in a three-way stare off. Each glaring at each other. Piper was still pissed at Prue for letting her think their house was haunted with little green people; Prue was pissed because she was unable to get the boy to answer her questions; and the kid was just plan pissed.

Prue one again broke the thick silence, attempting to get the home invader to speak.

“I’ll ask again, what are you doing here.”

“I don’t gotta tell you nuttin’!” Came the first response since he had complimented on Piper’s chocolate chip cookies.

“Oooh, I think you do, Kid. You are in MY house, eating MY food. That gives me every right to have my questions answered.”

She was just met with another fierce look and tongue being rudely pointed in her direction.

“Why you little…” Prue was about to lunge for the boy, but Piper held her back. She saw more in the little lad’s eyes than anger; she saw fear and deep, deep sadness. Her heart instantly was drawn to him.

Getting up and heading towards the fridge, spoke for the first time. “You want some milk to go with those cookies?”

The tiny head gave the slightest nod, but refused to let his defenses down. He have been tricked too many times in his short life to let it happen again.

“Come on then, let’s sit at the table so you can eat and drink your treat properly.” Piper made no moves towards his direction, but rather let him come to her. Once at the table, Piper placed a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in front of the boy. “Thank you, maam.”

“You’re welcome. Mind if I join you?”

Prue watched her sister in action and was completely mesmerized by her motherly instincts. It was only then that she, herself, really took a look at the child sitting in the nook.

The boy was under-weight for an average six year old and his eyes had dark circles round them. And those eyes held more pain than one so young should have to carry. Slowly, her own heart was drawn to this young person.

Piper nonchalantly nibbled at her cookie as she tried to get the boy to open up.

“My name is Piper, what’s yours?”

Before he could answer another voice could be heard coming around the doorway.

“What’s takin’ ya so wong, Wyatt. I thought ya told me da nice one made ’tome cookies.” The tiny feet froze as he was not just looking at his big brother, but two very confused set of eyes.

“And who might this little guy be?” Piper, surprisingly calm, questioned.


“Dats my widdle bro., Chris.”

Prue pulled up into the drive way. She was greeted by Piper, who was sitting on the steps reading the paper.

“Did you do what I asked?” Prue blurted out as she took a seat next to her best friend and somewhat unwilling partner in crime.

“And, hello to you too.”

“Oops, sorry… Hi.”

“Hi. You know, I really don’t think I care for this Nancy Drew complex of yours, it doesn’t become you, Prue.”

“OK, OK, Smarty. I’ll behave, but first, you have to answer my
question. And what are you doing out here anyway, it’s like 90 degrees.” Prue asked, as she fanned the mail in front of her face.

“That’s two questions. Yes, I did what you asked and as soon as I did, I came out here. No way was I gonna be in there alone any longer than I had to be. And one more thing… the next time you come up with one of your brilliant ideas, YOU are gonna be the one doing the dirty work.” Her baby sister, playfully scowled at her, but Prue knew that her sister was dead serious as well.

“Agreed. But, you are making too much out of all this, you know.”

“And you aren’t? Miss Marple would be quite proud of you.”

“Who?”

“Never mind. Come on; let’s go out for dinner, my treat. ” Piper said, pulling Prue up to as standing position.

Linking arms with her best friend, Prue headed them towards her SUV. “You are so right, my dear Watson. It is always best to go detectiving on a full stomach.”

“Detectiving? Is that even a word?” Piper cheekily asked.

“It is now.” Prue grinned back, just before hopping into the driver’s seat.

Once again, the shadows hovered over the pink-sided dwelling on 1329 Prescott St. And once again, the hatch to the third story attic began to slowly peel its way back. The rush of lunar light rushed into the ebony hall. With great caution a figure immerged from the portal, his silhouette towering forward, as it made it way toward his planned destination. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he paused and looked from side to side. Soon, a huge grin distorted his shaded features; features, that as up ’til now had intentionally remained hidden.

Who was tricking whom?


“He was so checking you out.”

“No, he wasn’t… you, think?” Piper momentarily becomes flattered.

“Oh yeah. Big time!” Prue grins as her sister unconsciously begins to blush.

As soon as they were in the hallway the scraping noise instantly halted Piper in her tracks, causing Prue to run right into her.

“What did you do that for?”

“Shoosh, listen.” Piper whispered.


S-C-R-A-P-E G-R-U-N-T S-C-R-A-P-E

“I thought you said they weren’t going to come around until we were asleep.” Piper growled lowly, grabbing onto Prue’s arm for reassurance.

Prue’s huge grin was hidden in the dark, but her voice remained serious.

“I did. I thought they would. I guess we best get this over with.”

“Over with, what, over with. Prue, you can’t be serious. They could kill us.” Piper was so close to Prue’s side now, it was hard to tell where one sister started and the other began.

“Well, I rather die fearless, then to let these little monsters win. Come on, they sound like their in the kitchen. That’s where you left the bait, right?

“They… what do you mean they… you never said there was more than one… come to think of it you never said exactly what these things are. Oh, Prue, let’s get out of here while we still can.” Piper was panting and was sure her heartbeat was about to give them away.

“Too late, Pipe. And you‘ll get to see them for yourself in just a second.”

Prue, literally, started dragging her sister toward the kitchen. As they passed the hall-tree, Piper grabbed Prue’s softball bat, ready to defend herself and her loco sister from the clutches of the paranormal.

Slowly they entered the butler’s closet; the moon their only source of light.

S-C-R-A-P-E G-R-U-N-T S-C-R-A-P-E

Prue felt Piper’s nails dig into her upper arm as they, once again heard the strange noise coming from near the sink.

“You did say these things are little, right?”

“Yep. The tallest is about three feet. Now, shh… we need the element of surprise.

Just as her sisters words faded into the thick dark air… that’s when she saw it… it was more like six feet, its head was weirdly shaped with some sort of a wing-like extension coming from one side of its head. ’Maybe it’s for shooting fireballs, or something. Its legs were consisted of half the size of this… this invader.

Prue felt her shaking and glanced into Piper’s saucer wide orbs.

“On the count of three, OK?”

All Prue heard was a loud gulp and saw Piper raise the bat over her head.

“1-2- Threeeee!” Prue flicked the light switch to on.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHH!” Piper charged, letting her adrenaline take her into the middle of the room, before coming to a dead stop.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHH!” Came an equally terrified echo from the area of the butcher’s block.

There, standing on a stool was a small boy, about the age of six. His baseball cap twisted to the side of his head, a sling shot in his back pocket, cookie crumbs neatly circling his tiny mouth, that was still hanging open in shock.

Prue leaned against the wall with a look of triumph on her face. Her arms were folded and she was alternating her stare between her very confused sister and a very scared little boy.

Once Piper regained control, she turned and glared at her gloating sister.

“What? I told you they were short.”

“We’ll talk about this later. Right now I wanna know who this is in my kitchen…. Well, little man, what do you have to say for yourself.

“Uh… Hee Hee… Gulp… Umm… great cookies?”


Prue , Piper, and the youngster were now in a three-way stare off. Each glaring at each other. Piper was still pissed at Prue for letting her think their house was haunted with little green people; Prue was pissed because she was unable to get the boy to answer her questions; and the kid was just plan pissed.

Prue one again broke the thick silence, attempting to get the home invader to speak.

“I’ll ask again, what are you doing here.”

“I don’t gotta tell you nuttin’!” Came the first response since he had complimented on Piper’s chocolate chip cookies.

“Oooh, I think you do, Kid. You are in MY house, eating MY food. That gives me every right to have my questions answered.”

She was just met with another fierce look and tongue being rudely pointed in her direction.

“Why you little…” Prue was about to lunge for the boy, but Piper held her back. She saw more in the little lad’s eyes than anger; she saw fear and deep, deep sadness. Her heart instantly was drawn to him.

Getting up and heading towards the fridge, spoke for the first time. “You want some milk to go with those cookies?”

The tiny head gave the slightest nod, but refused to let his defenses down. He have been tricked too many times in his short life to let it happen again.

“Come on then, let’s sit at the table so you can eat and drink your treat properly.” Piper made no moves towards his direction, but rather let him come to her. Once at the table, Piper placed a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in front of the boy. “Thank you, maam.”

“You’re welcome. Mind if I join you?”

Prue watched her sister in action and was completely mesmerized by her motherly instincts. It was only then that she, herself, really took a look at the child sitting in the nook.

The boy was under-weight for an average six year old and his eyes had dark circles round them. And those eyes held more pain than one so young should have to carry. Slowly, her own heart was drawn to this young person.

Piper nonchalantly nibbled at her cookie as she tried to get the boy to open up.

“My name is Piper, what’s yours?”

Before he could answer another voice could be heard coming around the doorway.

“What’s takin’ ya so wong, Wyatt. I thought ya told me da nice one made ’tome cookies.” The tiny feet froze as he was not just looking at his big brother, but two very confused set of eyes.

“And who might this little guy be?” Piper, surprisingly calm, questioned.


“Dats my widdle bro., Chris.”


The End