Charmed [part 1 & 2]

Note : This story is completely fictional!

1x01: Something Wicca This Way Comes
In Los Angeles, in a big manor there is a boy John. He is different and he is special. He has long black hair, deep blue eyes if he wanted to hypnotize someone he could do it easily. His smooth body is perfect. His legs are dangerous and his face is seductive. He lived with his two sisters Paula the oldest one and Melinda the middle sister, he is the youngest one. His grandmother who raised them died, heart attack the doctor said. He is orphan by mother she died when he was 2 years old, his father left them the day his mother day and Patty the grandmother raised with love at least she tried. When he was 15 years old he tried to find his father, he felt the need to do that but he didn’t find him.

Paula: It was about time, I’m late for my work
Melinda: Any message for me?
Paula: No, but you have a present. It is in the kitchen table.

Paula and Melinda opened the present. A very expensive champagne.
Paula: Oh my God, this is very expensive do you know that?
Melinda: Yes I can imagine. Look there is an envelope. Let’s open it oh it’s from Brandon. “For you baby see you tomorrow, Brandon”
Paula: That’s so sweet but I have to go.
Melinda: Where?
Paula: I have to go to work remember?
Melinda: Oh yeah, have fun sis.
John: Surprise I found the hide key.
Melinda: Oh my God you are here. Let me hug you, your hair is perfect.
John: Thanks, hi Paula.
Paula: Hi, did you find him?
John: No
Paula: Good welcome. I’m sorry but I have to go.
Melinda: She has a job to do. [laughing]
John-Paula: Why are you laughing?
Melinda: Because this is the first time after 2 years, remember???
Paula: Yeah I remember. Wait a minute my cell phone rings.
John and Melinda look themselves.
John: What happened?
Paula: I don’t have to go.
John: Now excuse me I’m going to have a hot shower.

John entered his room. He start to take off his clothes, he felt his skin breathing. He stepped in to the shower, he started feeling the hot water caressing his body, his nipples, his dick, his asshole. He closed his eyes and started to jack himself off. He started to imagine a hot man naked walking through him, pulling his body closer to him. He opened his mouth and a moan came out. Imagining being fucked hard that was to much for him. He squeezed his eyes and a big moan came out of his mouth. He felt the cum living hiss piss hole and hit the glass door.
Melinda: What are you doing in there? John?
The reality hit him back.
John: Nothing. In 10 minutes I’ll be ready.
Melinda: OK hurry, we’re starving.

Ten minutes later.
Paula: What are you going to do now?
John: umm, let’s see. I’ll continue my school.
Melinda: Perfect. How is the food.
John: Great.
Paula: I agree.
John: Oh my what’s that?
Paula: I don’t I found it in the basement.
Melinda: Don’t you recognize this? It’s moms spirit board.
John: What’s going on here?
The letter A was neon.
John: I think it’s trying to say something to us. A-T-T-I-C.
Melinda: Now I am scared.
John: Come on let’s go to the attic.
Melinda: No, no, no. I am not going up there.
Paula: Fine I’ll come with you John.
Melinda: And you will leave me here all alone? No way I am coming with you two.
Paula and John looked themselves and smiled. John tried to open the door but he couldn’t it was locked.
John: Great that’s just fucking great. [said ironically]
Suddenly the door opened. John approach a suitcase.
Melinda: Don’t you dare to open this.
John: Why?
Paula: Because it has grandma stuffs.
John: Hush both of you. I want to find out why there is a light on it.
He opened the suitcase. He found only a book. He opened the book.
John: Book of Shadows. Sisters gather around. Paula take a look, what is this?
Paula: I don’t know. There is something here.
John: What? Read it!
Paula: Don’t you use that tone with me
Melinda: Both of you stop it, right now.
Paula: “Here now the words of the witches, the secrets we hide in the night. The oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great world of magic we seek. In this night and in this our, I call upon the ancient power. Bring your powers to us. We want the power, give us the power.”
Melinda: Oh my God, an earthquake.
John: No wait, look outside there is peace.
Paula: So?
John: Something is not right but I will find it. Give me the book. Goodnight.
Paula: What are you going to do?
John: To read it of course.
Melinda: Aloud?
John: No, don’t worry. Goodnight
Paula: Be careful with this!
Melinda: Goodnight.

The whole night he was reading, trying to understand what happened.
Melinda: Morning, you wake up early.
John: I didn’t sleep at all. Give me a cup of coffee please.
Melinda: Here you are. Any luck with the book?
John: You are not going to believe this. Where is Paula?
Melinda: At work. Now tell me don’t torturing me.
John: Ok here it goes. According to the Book Of Shadows, one of our ancestors was a witch, named Laurie Warren.
Melinda: And we have a cousin who's a drunk, an aunt who's manic, and a father who's invisible. (She stands up.)
John: I'm serious. She practiced powers. Three powers. She could move objects with her mind, see the future and stop time. Before Laurie was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of thow sisters and one brother. (They walk to Piper's car.) Now, these sisters would be the most powerful witches the world has ever known. They're good witches and I think we're those sisters.
John: Look, I know what happened last night was weird and unexplainable, but we're not witches and we do not have special powers besides, Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was mum. (Melinda kisses him on the cheek.) So take that Nancy Drew. (She gets in her car.)
John: We're the protectors of the innocent. We're known as the charmed ones. (Melinda drives off.)
[Scene: The Museum of Natural History.]
Roger: There's been change of plan.
Paula: Change of plan regarding the Beals expedition?
Roger: The extra money that you help raise through private donations has sparked significant corporate interest. The Beals artefacts will now become part of our permanent collection.
Paula: Well, that's terrific.
Roger: Which is why the board wants someone a little more qualified to handle the collection from now on. You look surprised.
Paula: I don't know why. I'm furious. Not only have I been on this project since its inception, but I'm the curator who secured the entire exhibition. You're the person a little more qualified aren't you?
Roger: I could hardly say no to the board of directors, could I? But I know you'll be happy for me, after all, what's good for me is definitely good for you. Right, Miss Halliwell?
Paula: Miss Halliwell? Since when did we stop being on a first-name-basis? When we stopped sleeping together or when I returned your engagement ring, Roger?
Roger: I didn't realize the two were mutually exclusive. Although I certainly enjoyed one better than the other.
Paula: Bastard! (She turns to leave.)
Roger: Paula, wait. (She stops.) I feel like I should say something if only to avoid a lawsuit. (She leaves. Roger's pen in his pocket leaks and gets a blue ink spot on his shirt. He takes the pen out of his pocket and it squirts in his face.)

[Scene: Quake. Piper is in the kitchen making her audition meal. Just as she's pouring the port wine in a measuring cup, Chef Moore enters the kitchen.]
Chef Moore: (In his French accent) Your time is up. Let's see. (Reading the index card.) Roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce.
Melinda: Chef Moore ...
Chef Moore: What?
Melinda: Uh, the port ...
Chef Moore: Yes, without the sauce it is nothing more than a salty marinara. A recipe from a woman's magazine. Puh!
Melinda: I didn't have time for--
Chef Moore: Ah-ah!
Melinda: But, but ... (He puts some on a fork and raises it to his mouth. Piper waves her hands around and he stops. He stands there like a statue.) Chef Moore? Chef Moore? (She waves her hand in front of his face.) Hello? Hello? (She picks up a baster and fills it up with some port. She dribbles some on Chef Moore's forkful of food. He unfreezes and puts it in his mouth.)
Chef Moore: Mmm ... this is very good. C'est magnifique.

[Scene: Museum of Natural History. Roger's office. He's sitting in his chair facing the window, talking on the phone.]
Roger: It was my idea to spark corporate interest in private donations. Not only have I been with this project since its inception, (Paula walks in his office.) but we both know who really secured the entire exhibit.) He swings around on his chair and sees Paula.) Paula ...
Paula: I quit.
Roger: (On the phone) I'm going to have to call you back. (He hangs up.) Think about this, Paula.
Paula: Lousy job, lousy pay, lousy boss. What's to think about?
Roger: Your future. Because, believe me, if you walk out with no notice, you can kiss any references--
Paula: Don't threaten me, Roger.
Roger: You know me. Had to try. You're hurt, you're angry, your pride is wounded. I understand all that. That's why you can't see that I'm doing you a favour.
Paula: Excuse me?
Roger: I had to take the exhibit away from you. If I hadn't, the board would of come and put a total stranger in my place. Think about it, Paula. I'm here for you. Not some stranger. You should be thanking me not leaving me.
Paula: Well, I'm not worried. I'm certain that your intellect will make quick work of the seventy-five computer discs and thousands of pages of research I left in my office.
Roger: You're gonna regret this.
Paula: Oh, I don't think so. I thought breaking up with you was the best thing I'd ever done. But this definitely tops that. Goodbye, Roger.
(She turns and leaves towards the door.)
Roger: I hope there are no office supplies in your purse. (She stops and wraps her hands around an imaginary neck. Roger's tie tightens around his neck and starts strangling him. He opens his draw and finds a pair of scissors. He cuts the tie off.) What the hell was that?

[Scene: On the sidewalk. Melinda's in a phone booth.]
Melinda: John, answer the phone. Answer the phone. (She hangs up and walks out of the booth. Brandon walks up to her.) Oh, God, Brandon you scared me.
Brandon: I-I can see, I'm sorry. You okay?
Melinda: Yeah, now I am. I really am. Um, what are you doing here?
Brandon: Well, I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your new job.
Melinda: You always surprise me. How did you know?
Brandon: You prepared your specialty, and everyone's who's ever sampled your work, can truly see how talented you are.
Melinda: I get so turned on when you talk about food.
Brandon: Hamburgers, pizza. (They kiss.)

[Scene: On the road. John is riding his bike. All of a sudden he has a premonition. In it he sees two boys on rollerblades and they skate right in front of a car which hits them. The premonition finishes. John continues riding and then sees the car and the two boys.]
Phoebe: No! Wait!
(He rides in front of the boys stopping them from skating in front of the car. The car honks and John falls off his bike.)

[Scene: Hospital. Paula walks up to the desk. Andy is standing there with his back turned.]
Paula: Hi, um, I'm looking for my brother, John Halliwell.
Nurse: One second please. (to Andy) What's the name again?
Andy: (to nurse) Inspector Andrew Trudeau. Homocide. Dr Gordon's expecting me.
Paula: Andy?
Andy: Paula? I don't believe it. How are you?
Paula: I'm good. How are you?
Andy: Fine. I just can't believe I'm running into you.
Paula: Yeah, I'm picking up John. He had some kind of accident.
Andy: Is he gonna be okay?
Paula: Yeah, he'll be fine. Um, what are you doing here?
Andy: Murder investigation.
(There's an awkward silence.)
Nurse: (to Paula) Your brother’s still in x-ray's so it'll be another fifteen minutes. (to Andy) Dr Gordon's office is to the left and down the hall. He's with a patient right now but you're free to wait outside his office.
Andy: Thank you.
Paula: Thank you.
Andy: Well, it's good seeing you, Paula. (They shake hands.)
Paula: Yeah, you too, Andy. Take care.
Andy: You know, John's busy, Dr Gordon's busy. Can I buy you a black cup of coffee while we wait?
Paula: Sure. (They walk towards the coffee machine.) So, you're an inspector now?
Andy: What can I say? In any other city I'd be called detective.
Paula: Inspector's classier.
Andy: Liking it better already.
Paula: Your dad must be so proud.
Andy: Third generation. You bet his happy. How about you? You taking the world by storm?
Paula: Well, I'm living back at Grams' house, and as of an hour ago, looking for work.
Andy: Oh.
Paula: I heard you moved to Portland.
Andy: I'm back. You, uh, still seeing Roger?
Paula: How did you know about him?
Andy: I know people.
Paula: You checked up on me?
Andy: I wouldn't call it that.
Paula: What would you call it?
Andy: Inquiring minds want to know. What can I say? I'm a detective.

[Scene: Quake. Paula and John are sitting at the bar.]
Paula: The Chosen Ones? The Charmed Ones? John, this is insane.
John: Are you telling me that nothing strange happened to you today? You didn't freeze time or move anything?
Paula: Roger took an exhibit away from me. All right, look, John, I know that you think you can see the future which is pretty ironic.
John: Since you don't think I have one, that my vision of life is cloudy compared to your perfect hell? Even if you don't want to believe me, just once can't you trust me?
Paula: John, I do not have special powers. Now, where is the cream?
(The cream moves by itself and fills her cup of coffee with cream.)
John: Really? That looked pretty special to me.
Paula: Oh my god. So, um, I can move things with my mind?
John: With how much you hold inside, you should be a lethal weapon by now.
Paula: I don't believe it.
John: This must mean that Melinda can freeze time. (Paula grabs a shot of tequila and drinks it all.) Are you okay?
Paula: No, I'm not okay. You turned me into a witch.
John: You were born one. We all were. And I think we better start to deal with it.