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Love Potion No. 9
Vial Eleven
By Devon
Masterson-Bond
Aoi37@hotmail
AN: I know I
probably weirded you all out with some of the plot, but my goal is to mostly
work with what series already has and create few new characters. I like as much
uniqueness as possible so of course I will be making logical, but off the wall
decisions and trust me it will not stop with Pandora’s parentage. Thanks
Reading and Reviewing!
Devon
Chris frowned as he read the thermometer. One hundred and
three degrees. A look of worry passed over his features, he had to get her
temperature down. There would be no trips to the hospital, too much of a risk.
No, he had to get Pandora well on his own and so far it did not look good.
Something happened when he orbed them to her apartment and she slipped into
unconsciousness. It had been two days then the feverish delirium settled in
before he knew it. The only blessing was she was having a fitful sleep and not
up walking around causing trouble. Nevertheless, he was concerned that she
might not make it after all.
“You have to pull through this.” He wiped her brow with a
damp cloth. ‘Things were just starting to get interesting with you around to
annoy me.”
“Chris,” she mumbled somewhat lucidly before starting to
struggle against something once again.
He frowned again then turned away. There was no way around
it. He could not do this alone; he was going to have to get one of the sisters
to help.
“Pandora,” Lilandra called through the door. “Are you
alright?” Silence. “I’m coming inside.” A key rattled in the lock for a second
then the door opened.
Chris stood to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
Lilandra took a step back. It was on f the demons from before…no
wait Pandora said that he was not a demon. “But
why is he here?” she wondered. Blue eyes searched the room protectively for
her boarder and then widened when they saw Pandora in the bed feverish. ‘What
happened?” she asked moving to the side of the bed. “Demons?”
“Look thus isn’t; your concern,” he replied trying to usher
her away from Pandora...
Lilandra pulled away and touched Pandora’s forehead. “She’s burning
up! We have to get her to a hospital.”
“No, hospitals,” Chris stated emphatically. Lilandra looked
at him shock. :what do you think id going to happen when they find out what she
is or Pandora loses herself while they examine her?”
“She’s still human,” Lilandra argued.
“half,” he replied,” and I am not about to let anything
happen to her.”
Lilandra sighed. He was right. Hell half the world thought
she was cracked pot weirdo that catered to other weirdoes. But she knew that
there was a whole other supernatural world out there that only occasionally
spilled into the regular one. “We need to get her temperature down. She noted
the thermometer on the night stand. “What’s her temperature?”
Chris shook his head. “You never answered my question.”
“I called the Mirror and they told me that she’s been out
sick for the last three days. Now what’s her temperature?”
“One hundred three,” he answered. “It just won’t go down.
It’s been steady the last couple of days.”
“I’ll undress her. You can run the tub full of cold water.”
Chris nodded and went into the bathroom. Why didn’t he think
of that? He started to run the water then walked back. A crimson flush brushed
his cheeks, but he ignored it. The naked body was nothing to be ashamed of…even
it was the first time he had seen all of her. He still had the pleasure that
apparently no other had. Chris scooped Pandora into his arms. Amazingly enough
he was getting that feeling again and he didn’t even say F-R-E-E.
“Put her in slowly so she won’t go into shock,” Lilandra
instructed. She was taking in the entire situation; the flush, the concern, the
stare. She shut the water off as Pandora settled into the tub never once waking
up. “Are you going to tell me what happened to her?”
“No.”
“Will you at least give me an idea?” she asked.
“No. if this doesn’t work I’m taking her away.”
“But not to a hospital?”
Chris glared at Lilandra. She was asking too many questions.
“You can leave now. I will take care of her.”
Lilandra nodded her head. “Does she know how you feel about
her or do you keep that secret as well?”
“You don’t know me,” he said trying not bristle too much at
her accusation.
“But I do know men.” She left the bathroom. “When was the
last time she drank something?”
“An hour ago. Why are you still here?”
“The way I see it, I own this building and Pandora is my
friend who has saved the life of me and my unborn child. The least I can do is
help you take care of her. Now stop letting your over protective ego rue and
let me help.”
Now he was annoyed. Where did she off? He opened his mouth when he heard familiar
chimes. His family was calling him. The timing was awful, but it had to be an
emergency. “Look, I have to do something. If something happens call me.”
“What’s your number?” she asked looking for a pad of paper.
“Just call out Chris. I’ll hear you,” he said before orbing
away.
“Wow,” she sighed before going back into the bathroom. She
set the toilet seat down and sat on top of it. “That’s quite a guy you have
there, Pandora. Quite stubborn. You’ll have to get better and tell me about
it.”
Chris orbed into the attic. “What’s….” his sentence trailed
as Phoebe grabbed him by the arm and ragged him away.
“Poltergeist,” she replied. She linked arms with Paige and
they orbed away.
“What are we doing here?” Chris asked looking around the
strange neighborhood.
“I had a vision,” Phoebe smiled. “The poltergeist
possessed…”
Chris looked at Paige curiously. “She’s been on a mission
since you and Pandora went off and did your love thing.” Brown eyes twinkled in
amusement.
Green eyes widened. “Chris, I need you to focus,” Phoebe
said giving him a stick like object. “Then you can go back to whatever you were
doing that she had to call in sick. You two should really pace yourselves you
know that?”
“It’s not like that,” he argued. “She’s had a fever….”
“A fever?” Paige
asked raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, ew, T.M.I.” Phoebe wrinkled her nose.
Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that between us….”
“Hey,” Darryl hissed as he turned the corner. “I only agreed
to come out here because you said you could help me with my case.”
“Don’t worry we will,” Phoebe smiled assuredly. “I saw us
get the poltergeist and your collar.”
“Well let’s get this over with,” Darryl sighed.
“Yes, please,” Chris sighed holding the wand out.
“You know you look like Harry Potter with that thing in your
hand,” Phoebe teased. Chris narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Okay, I know that
look. Let’s go.”
The four of them crossed the street and walked up a path
between two houses when a mad man jumped out at them waving a gun. Paige and
Phoebe jumped in surprise while Darryl drew as well.
“Drop it buddy,” Darryl warned.
The man dropped the gun to the ground then laughed as a ball
of energy formed in his hand.
"Chris,” Paige called out. Chris orbed behind the
possessed man and pressed the stick into his back. The stick vibrated as the
poltergeist fought against capture. Once
the man was free, he looked at them confused hen passed out.
“Our job is done.” Phoebe looked towards Darryl. “All yours,
detective.” She locked with arms Paige and they orbed away.
Darryl looked towards Chris. “What’s going on with her?”
“Who knows?” Chris shrugged then orbed away. “Later.”
“The things I do,” Darryl sighed as he pulled out his hand
cuffs. He cuffed the unconscious criminal and attempted to pull him to his
feet. In a few hours the perp would be booked and he would enjoy a candlelight
dinner with his wife. After being away at a conference for the last four days,
he was aching to see her and head about her trip. “Let’s go buddy.”
11-11-11
Leo sat in front of a may scrying. A triumphant smile
crossed his face when he saw his targets had separated. Now he could get the
answers that he needed. Something just did not see right about this situation.
A dark lighter that was not evil? Then there was Chris’s response to her almost
death. He had to be missing something.
Her orbed to the Pandora’s location on the map. He started
in surprise when he appeared in a bathroom. “What the…” His sentence trailed as he saw his quarry lying
in a tub full of water asleep. Concern played across the white lighter’s face
as checked her over. She was in sort of magic induced coma. Now his questions
would have to be on hold.
A sighed of frustration escaped him as he picked up a towel
from the rack and lifted Pandora out of the tub. “What the hell are you doing?”
an angry voice asked.
Leo froze. He was caught. He turned with Pandora in his arms
and faced a pregnant woman. His eyes widened in recognition for a moment. The
Elders were right and their paths had crossed again. “Lilandra…”
“Stalker!” Raising her weapon, a Louisville Slugger, higher
she glared back. “How in the hell do you know who I am?”
“I’m Leo. I healed after Prue saved you remember?” He
coached her memory along. He was already in enough trouble here.
“The guardian angel?” she asked lowering the bat. She
suddenly raised it and shook her head. “No. Pandora has just begun her life,
you can’t take her. She has saved my life, my baby’s life and he won’t let go
of either.”
Leo smiled at her mistake. “I am just going to lay her on
the bed. I am not death. I am a white lighter.”
“Is that like a dark lighter?” she asked her eyes focusing
on Pandora.
“Something like that,” he answered. He walked past Lilandra
and laid Pandora down under the covers. It was best that he said as little
possible until he could access the situation. “Did Chris tell you what
happened?”
Lilandra shook her head. “He’s so closed mouth and stubborn.
The only thing I could get out of him is that she has to stay here, no
hospitals.”
A small chuckle pride escaped Leo for a second. “He’s a lot
like his mother.”
“I take it you know his parents?
“Fairly well,” Leo answered then turned towards Pandora. He
raised his hands over body. He hoped this worked or at least give him an idea
of what type of spell she was under. Feeling questions on his back, “I’m going
to try and heal her.”
“I can’t let you do that.” Both Leo and Lilandra turned
around as a white lighter stepped from invisibility. A look of utter shock
passed over Leo’s features. “She has to go through this alone.”
“And you are?” Lilandra asked. This was getting confusing.
Hat happened to her normal magic free life.
“My name’s Shelia and I am Pan’s white lighter.” She took a
step forward. “I don’t have long Chris is on his way back and I have never
revealed myself to Pan.”
“I see.” Leo moved in front Lila. “And what happens if she
dies.”
“She is the Equalizer. She will not die before equal.”
“The Equalizer!?” Leo sighed. He ran his hands trough his
hair. Why didn’t he see it before? He had been finding it had to believe the
Council and the Elders would allow such a birth to happen.
“Excuse me. I’m new to all of this,” Lilandra replied. “I
need explanation. What is an Equalizer and what does this have to do with
Pandora.”
“In the grand design there has to be a balance,” Leo explained,
“if too great a power comes into play on either side of the scale, good or
evil, and Equalizer is born to keep the power in check.”
“Okay, I can understand that,” Lilandra nodded her head and
turned to Sheila, “so where do you come into all of this?”
“I can only tell you so much and what I tell you will be a
burden to tie up loose ends. Pan is in a magical coma of Wyatt’s, Chris’s older
brother, own making. He wants Pan’s power and he has a physical attraction to
her. His jealousy over took him when he found out that Chris and Pan were
involved. The only way he can interfere without physically being here is
through dreams. The only people he can touch in this way here are Chris, Pan,
and I. That is why I can never reveal myself to her, so that I can remain
unaffected.
“I see.” Lilandra sat down on the edge of the bed. This was
a lot of information to process all at once.
“How did you become a white lighter? It’s so rare that they
choose someone who is not a witch,” Leo crossed his arms taking all the
information into his brain.
“Piper’s skepticism rubbed off on you, Leo,” Sheila smiled.
“I die very soon. I die in child birth.” She walked over to Pandora and
smoothed her sweated brow affectionately. Leo and Lilandra’s eyes widened
sorrowfully, Leo’s more so. “I come from a long line of witches. About five
generations before me, a demon soothsayer, named Kira, had a premonition that a
witch from our line would become an Equalizer and would be born of evil and
demons began to attack us. So the heads of the family met and decided that each
newborn from now on would drink a binding potion and never be taught magic. The
binding potion was passed on as a traditional formula that each child drinks.
My family figured this would cut down on the demon attacks if we became
innocents and it worked until I was born. The attacks started again and one day
when I was about three two years old, my parents hid my sister and I away. I
never saw them again. Then of course sometime later I met Darryl, you, and the
sisters…the girls. It has been a long time.”
Leo smiled urged her to continue. “With Chris and Pan’s
interference, my memories that are occurring different so I can only tell them
as I know them now. Because of Paige and phoebe’s spell potion, Chris and
Pandora are bound together by the word ‘free.’ Neither can say the word or
they’ll be stripped of their inhibitions and act on their desire for each other
which is increasing daily. It was the spell’s influence that caused Pan to appear
to Chris while he was won mission and caught the attention o a dark lighter
named Dorian. Dorian obsessed about Pandora and went on a spree to satiate his appetite.
I interfered with one of his attempts and he took me instead once he saw how
much I resembled who he wanted. Pan tried to save me but it was too late and I
hated her for a long time because of it.”
Leo was appalled and angry that a loved one went through
such torture. If he was so powerful and so instrumental in the grand design why
did those he loved suffer? “I’m sorry.”
Sheila shook her head. “It had to happen. I didn’t see it
then but I do now. Sometimes trials not only test a person’s will, but shape
that person as well. You told me that once.”
He smiled faintly. The words eased his heart somewhat, but
being in the middle of a trial had a tendency to make one jaded.
“What did your husband say?” Lilandra asked lowly.
“The Cleaners set up everything so that Darryl believed I
was at a conference and I was to tell him over candlelight some news…that will
be tonight.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Leo asked.
Sheila nodded. “Tell me the truth. I will need to hear it.”
She faded from view just as a stream of white orbs appeared in the center of
the room.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Chris raged.
“I came looking for you,” Leo replied.
Chris went over to Pandora and checked her over. Still no
change. He sighed when he heard familiar chimes. He just got back here, what
did they want now?
“We’re being summoned,” Leo said to Lilandra. “Call…”
“Call me if you need anything,’ Chris interrupted
glaring at Leo. “I’ll be back.” He orbed away.
“We’re having problems,” Leo said apologetically then orbed
away as well. He would have to leave the situation alone, for some reason
Pandora had to go through this alone.
To be continued….
AN: I haven’t updated in sometime so I put this up with only
a grammar/spell check run over it so excuse the mistakes. I will be going back
over it since my beta reader went bye bye
© Devon Masterson-Bond
2005
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