Book 1: My Charmed Ones!: Ch5”

“Book 1: My Charmed Ones! – Chapter 5”

By:  (Mister) Jimmie Ray Giboney.

Chapter 5: “A Fresh New Episode Of…Well, We’re Not Sure Anymore!”

Part 1: “Dinner with the Charmed Ones of Halliwell Manor”

The Bennet Sisters, but also known as the Halliwell Sisters, since the divorce of their parents consisted of, Piper Halliwell Wyatt, Phoebe Halliwell (former married name “Turner”) and their half-sister, Paige Matthews. There was a Prudence Halliwell Bennet, “Pru” for short, but she died a few years back. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were at home in “Halliwell Manor”. Baby Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was upstairs asleep in his bed, as the adults were in the kitchen. Chris Halliwell and Leo Wyatt were absent. Since the unfortunate demise of Pru Halliwell, these three were the new “Power of Three Charmed Ones”. They were busy making dinner for tonight. Meanwhile, Chris was with Leo, debating his future existence. Phoebe’s and Paige’s beaus were busy somewhere doing whatever it is they do, when they aren’t with Phoebe and Paige.

Chris had come to the Present from the Future to prevent his older brother Wyatt from becoming an evil tyrant. It took some doing but he succeeded. But in so doing their parents separated and divorced. So with the help of his aunts, Phoebe and Paige, who learned by accident who Chris was, they managed to reunite Piper and Leo, so that Piper would become pregnant with Chris. Piper and Leo learned about this. Now they had another paradox to deal with.

Namely, if the Future has been changed from the way it was when Chris left it, should he go back? Or would there be a different version of Chris already? If Chris could access that version of the Future in the first place? If there was even such a Future, for it was still uncertain as to whether or not Wyatt had been saved from every possible source of evil that could turn him. Or at least simply the most feasible out of every possibility. When Magic existed, then there were more alternatives to consider. On and on they debated.

Marshall, Will, and Holly…err, uh. I mean, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. As they made their meals, they were talking as usual. They also had the “RCA™ Kitchen Television” set on; in case of a news bulletin they may need to know about. The table was set with the utensils and plates. It was just waiting for the dishes to be set on it as well. 

The salad was set was being set now, with the soup soon to follow. Pasta was the main course, and ice cream was the dessert. The breadsticks, meant to be the appetizers, didn’t last long. They had been nibbled during the meal preparations and so none were left. Piper was still breastfeeding Wyatt, and now she was pregnant again. So no wine tonight.

From the television they heard a news bulletin. “This just in! American Eagle Airlines’ Flight 22, a commuter shuttle from San Francisco to Oakland and back, has been reported as missing. It had been overdue by one hour now. Authorities from the ‘Federal Aviation Administration’ are working with officials from the airline company, to determine what happened. Meanwhile friends and family anxiously await details. Officials from ‘Homeland Security’, do not believe this to be terrorist related, but won’t rule it out at this juncture. Believed to be aboard the flight, is comedian and producer, Andy Dick Wolf. The production meeting he was scheduled to attend has been postponed until more is learned of his fate. Stay tuned to us, and we will keep you updated.”

Phoebe channel surfed at that moment, to see how many channels were covering the event. All of the channels that had news divisions had mentioned it. While those that didn’t were still showing their regular, scheduled programming. Phoebe didn’t get any vibes, as she returned to the TV channel she started with. The one her own show was aired on of course. Her sisters watched her do this, whispering to each other about how sad it was. Not just for the celebrity, but for the others aboard the aircraft too. Phoebe called her station and then her newspaper. Both owned by her billionaire beau. She used his connection to get more details about the event. When she was satisfied, she came to her sisters and told them all she had learned. If the relatively small airplane had crashed, then it was sad. But unless Magic was involved, it was out of their jurisdiction. Chris or Leo would stop whatever it was they were doing, to Orb in and tell them if they were needed.

There are two definitions of “girl”. None of these three females were children anymore, so they didn’t qualify for Definition One. However, for Definition Two, Paige still qualified never having been married to anyone just yet. Piper had married Leo. Phoebe had married Cole. Cole was dead. But Phoebe wasn’t a widow, because the divorce papers had been signed by both parties before Cole’s death. Now she had Justin as a possible husband to be. Piper was getting back with Leo. So Paige was the last girl. Her relationship with Richard was still up in the air, as they say.

The one girl and the two women sat the last of the dishes on the table. Piper summoned Leo and Chris to come join them if they wanted to. Phoebe and Paige went upstairs to get Wyatt. Since Paige Orbed them up, instead of walking; they were up and back in almost no time. As it was, Leo, and Chris, Orbed in on their own power, at the same moment Paige with Phoebe and Wyatt returned. So Piper was treated to a razzle and dazzle show of blue light!

Wyatt was placed in his high chair, in between his father and mother, by both Phoebe and Paige. Leo popped open the bottle of sparkling cider and then filled the drinking glasses. Piper fetched a bottle of her own breastmilk from the refrigerator, so Wyatt could have something to drink, even as they would be feeding him baby food from jars. Chris tossed the salad, and served it. He felt literally weird about this situation. His mother was pregnant with himself! Should he bring this up in conversation? Or should he keep such thoughts to himself? Paradoxes invited headaches! Also, why didn’t the Leprechaun nanny ever join them for meals? Didn’t she get lonely?

The television volume was loud enough to be understood, but low enough to allow dinner conversation. They could hear the network announcer just fine. But of course during the annoying commercials the volume seemed louder! Some reality dating game show was on. By the end of the hour of the program, the family had finished their dining. Now the nanny appeared, to take Wyatt for his post meal bath time. He was still a messy eater! Cute! But messy! The nanny had her work cut out for her. Chris wondered if she would be bathing him eventually. Piper was going to help bathe Wyatt. The rest began to clear the table, taking stuff back to the kitchen for cleaning. The in-between shows commercials were airing now.

The kitchen clean-up assembly line was forming. From Chris’s point of view, it was strange to hear his elders complain about doing dishes manually, when as a child he had been told that this was character building for him, and that he shouldn’t use Magic, and so on and so forth. Ironic, they were treating him as an adult, when he wasn’t even born yet! But not just that, they didn’t seem to be conscious or aware that they were not treating him as the same person Piper was pregnant with. That they were behaving in ways he shouldn’t be seeing! He’s a nephew! He’s a son! How come he wasn’t fading away anyway? If he came from a Future that didn’t exist anymore, so he couldn’t return to it, and there wasn’t room for him in the new Future, because he was already there, shouldn’t this version of himself that he was, not exist anymore? Another headache! He was one of his own bodyguards! Well, at least he wasn’t looking down at his own gravesite! But he had a girlfriend in the Future and he missed her. He wanted to get back to her soon. He didn’t know if she were dead or alive, or ceased to exist at all.

Chris was home, yet he was homesick. He knew he had to stop feeling sorry for himself too.

You know, depending on how many combined broadcast and cablevision channels you have, you can create some funny sentences just by channel surfing! Sometimes this is intentional, sometimes coincidental. With so many people to help do dishes, they were done quickly. So Paige and Phoebe were going to play with the little television set, to demonstrate for Leo what they were saying about making funny sentences. But the commercials were over now for this channel, and the next program was about to begin, and so when it did, Paige and Phoebe stopped the game.

 Part 2: “Do You Believe In Magic?”

The television speakers, well the networks announcer’s voice via the television speakers, started promoting the episode. The man’s soothing voice said, “Now on the home of the Frog, the ‘WB’ is proud to present the fantasy crossover, fans have been calling for! It is an evening of Magic when the cast of characters from the Fantasy drama series, ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and its spin-off series ‘Angel’, meet with the cats of characters from the other Fantasy drama series, ‘Charmed’! With a special appearance by ‘Sabrina the Teenage Witch’ star Melissa Joan Hart! Stay tuned for the world television broadcast premier of, ‘Do You Believe in Magic?’ beginning now!”

Of course they were familiar with the Judy Garland classic movie, “The Wizard of Oz”, and the current Harry Potter phenomenon. They were familiar with the Barbara Eden classic television show, “I Dream of Jeannie” and Elizabeth Montgomery’s competing classic television show, “Bewitched!” and its spin-off starring David Hartman’s daughter Lisa Hartman in, “Tabitha”. They knew about the James Stewart movie classic, “Bell, Book & Candle”. They knew about Catherine Hicks’ sitcom too known as, “Tucker’s Witch” when she played “Amanda Tucker”. They knew about the current “NBC” daytime dramas, “Passions” and “Days Of Our Lives”. They knew about the Disney Animated Movie Classics, based on “The Brothers Grimm” books. They knew of a lot of movies and television programs with a Magical theme.

They even knew about “Casper & Wendy”, “Hocus Pocus”, “Teen Witch” and “The Witches of Eastwich” and “Practical Magic”. They had watched or viewed them all and even critiqued them. They had seen the block of crossing-over series that consisted of the show “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys” and its spin-offs, “Xena: Warrior Princess”, “Young Hercules”, and “Amazon High”. But they didn’t know about the titles mentioned for this made-for-television movie!

Where had they been when these shows had apparently aired before?! But what was more alarming to them of course, was hearing the word, “Charmed”! Now how could that be?! Who knew?!

The movie began, and appropriately enough the theme song for the movie was “Do You Believe In Magic?” audible as the opening credits were shown with cartoon-style animation. There was no prologue or teaser. The animation style for the montage was very similar to what they were used to seeing for both “Bewitched!” and “I Dream of Jeannie”, or “The Nanny” for that matter. A very nice homage to those series! By now everyone had moved into the living room to use the bigger television set. They were intrigued! Even Chris forgot about his problems for now. The little nanny returned with a cleaner Wyatt, so they could watch the movie too. Leo and Piper sat with Wyatt between them, on the loveseat. The rest of them sat as well as they could sit on what was left to sit on. The problem was everyone wanted the best seat to view from. It was like they were being drawn towards the television set.

A very cute blonde, introduced herself as being “Sabrina Spellman”, but not as “Sabrina Sawyer”. Beside her was a black cat who introduced himself as “Salem Saberhagen”. That was a lot of “S” names! They explained who they were and what they were about. Then they explained the premise of the movie. So Sabrina and Salem were hosting? It was going to be one of those types of movies?! Well, they weren’t kids, but they’d watch it anyway! What the heck?! Some popcorn magically appeared for the family. Coincidently enough, Sabrina zapped some popcorn for her and Salem to eat as they watched the movie too. This felt natural enough. No cause for alarm there. (Paige did it for them by Orbing in the popcorn from the kitchen! She had simply said, “Popcorn!”)

What did alarm them then? When they saw themselves on the television! But not just them! There was Pru, still alive! But Paige’s name was now, “Pepper Ann”, like the “ABC One Saturday Morning” cartoon show character?! Phoebe was now “Paige”, and the one being called “Phoebe” had them curious too! Who was she?! She looked like “WB” actress Lori Rom! The opening credits hadn’t divulged acting credits, just studio names and creator names, and the name of the band singing the theme song. The main credits would be held for last apparently. Then probably squished vertically to the right side, for promotional and/or commercial footage to be displayed more prominently in the center. The movie version of them also had a cat like Salem. They lived in a space colony?! No sign of Leo, Wyatt, or Chris? They had the same husband and were advocates of polygamy?! San Francisco had been destroyed?!

Then they were shown the Rads. They were shown the tunnels. Now they were watching the stand-off. The movie versions of them were confused too. They thought they knew the two male vampires, and then they decided that they didn’t! While the two male vampires didn’t even know them, but seemed to find them sexually appealing at least. How did they get from San Francisco to Los Angeles, just using sewer system tunnels anyway? They weren’t connected, were they? Hey, had there been any commercial breaks yet?! Were they recording this?! They weren’t! Uh, oh! Somebody better begin recording the movie! So somebody fumbled with the various remote controls until they got something to show a display signifying that they were using “Quick Record”. Just in time for the others to arrive on both sides. Two blondes named “Harmony” were looking at each other, very intently and adoringly as if aroused by what each was looking at, yet still worried and suspicious about each other.

The three guys looked like they were looking at some ghosts at least, if not all ghosts. This must be how Oscar® nominees feel when they watch Billy Crystal interact in their movie, and other not nominated but out that year, as his own version of some of the characters! Who were those actresses that looked so much like them?! How come they didn’t know of them from before?! Leo, Chris and the Leprechaun nanny were getting asked so many questions! Was that how they really looked to other people?! Butts and all?! Did they really sound like that too?! Who had the fetish for the superheroine outfits?! What was going on in general anyway?!

When Chris thought he had heard someone ask, “Why is the sky blue?!” that was it for him! He Orbed out and went to his place for some peace and quiet so that he could think. When Leo heard the question of, “Why is the sky blue?” he gave the old joke answer, “Because it is sad.”, and only when he thought he heard the question, “Does your chewing gum loose its flavor, on the bedpost overnight?” did he feel the urge to escape, and he did. He Orbed out, and went back to be with the other Elders. Now Wyatt had all of the females to himself!

He could tell that his mother and aunts were in the room with him. He could also see them on the television screen. He recognized them despite the masks. He sensed some curiosity, apprehension, and other emotions around him. He didn’t have the intellect yet to know what was going on. But he did think that his mommy should be with his mommy! His aunts too! Before the nanny could warn anyone, or stop Wyatt, the trio of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige, found themselves being absorbed by the television screen as if they had entered a portal to another dimension!

The Leprechaun nanny yelled in alarm, but was too lat to prevent anything! She said, “Oh, Wyatt! What have you done now, sweetie?’ as she stepped further away from the televisions et, subconsciously wanting to avoid also being sucked into the same trouble. She called for Leo and Chris, to no avail. They should have responded, but they didn’t! All she could then think of was to try and get Wyatt to undo whatever it was that he had done. But Wyatt didn’t cooperate! She thought of trying her own brand of Magic, and then decided against it. She could at least make sure she knew where all of the remote controls were, and take control of them. Maybe the recording would be the solution. What else could she do? She had the baby to consider. “What to do?! What to do?!” she said.

The End of Chapter 5!

Book 1: My Charmed Ones!: Ch4

“Book 1: My Charmed Ones! Chapter 4”

By:  (Mister) Jimmie Ray Giboney.

Chapter 4: “An All New Episode Of ANGEL Is Next On The WB.”

The “Angel Investigations” segment of “Wolfram & Hart” had become emotionally drained recently. First, Buffy and her “Scoobies” would barely talk to them via telephone, let alone in persons, because of their new connection to “Wolfram & Hart”. Then just as they thought Cordelia Chase was going to recover from her coma, it turned out she had died instead! Her visit to them was a courtesy call before checking out of the “Hyperion Hotel” permanently. So they had put all of their emotional investment into who was left to them. Miss Winifred “Fred” Burkle. But now she was dead too! An ancient Demoness named “Illyria” now had control of the shell of her body though, which was freaky! The Demoness Illyria had some if not all of Winifred’s memories, but not her personality. Winifred’s soul had been destroyed during the resurrection, so the Demoness Illyria was all they had left of poor Miss Winifred! The Demoness Illyria was going to conquer Planet Earth, until she learned that her own dimension was now a wasteland, and her army of loyal followers was nothing but piles of dust. Her destiny had been foretold and then it was not to be after all. So she was feeling useless, homeless, and grief stricken. Which brought the Winifred memories to the forefront, and now she was feeling empathy with her would-be enemies.

Sure they had tried to kill her, Illyria, but she was too powerful. She had stopped trying to kill anything or anyone. So it was sort of a stand-off. Everyone had felt emotionally drained. Then the intruder-alert alarms sounded. More bad timing!

Angel and Spike were the only ones to respond. They rode the elevator to the basement levels, and then they walked the rest of the way. Eventually they entered the city sewer system part of the basement levels. The section was old, not high tech. They could tell because of the older lights, that this section wasn’t used very much. Then the lights ended and they were in darkness. They were wary, not just of possible intruders, but of old style traps that may be set around here. At least as vampires, they could still see where they were, and how to proceed with caution.

If this was a scene in a movie, you could see them somehow, despite the dark, but since this isn’t a scene in a movie, we get to have no light at all. If it were an animated cartoon, you may at least see some eyes in the dark, and sound-effects words. But this isn’t a cartoon either! Not even a comic panel or strip!

So forget the damn lights!  It’s dark! Get?! Dark! You can’t see them, unless you have super eyesight too! Scratch that! You’re reading a paragraph! You can’t see them except in your imagination! So, in your imagination, to be accurate, don’t provide them with any lighting either. Okay?

Angel and Spike heard someone, or something, making some commotion up ahead. It sounded like some old-style traps had been activated. So Angel and Spike stopped moving. The trap sounds ended. Then they saw some flashes of light as magical energy flashed about the tunnel. They had heard a feminine voice casting the spell too. It didn’t sound like anyone they knew, but it did sound like witchcraft was being practiced. So they knew witches, or at least one, was ahead of them somewhere. If only Willow would talk to them! Not that a cellular telephone would work down here so far below ground level anyway, but the option would be nice to have anyway.

Then began walking ahead again, until they got within spitting distance of the witch in question, and she didn’t look like a witch! She had a mask, but she was not the “Lone Ranger”, or the “Green Hornet”! Nor a skier, or a bank robber, but she was dressed like some sort of comic book character. They could appreciate her inherent sex appeal. They were about to introduce themselves to her, when suddenly four other women dressed sort of like her appeared out of nowhere! There had been no flash of light to signal their sudden arrival either! They were just there! Now they knew how others must have felt when they had used Superspeed against them!

They were startled and surprised and awestruck so much, they fell backwards off of their feet. They hit the concrete with their butts. They saw the witches not dressed like witches, watching them intently. Angel and Spike got back to their feet as the newcomers waved at them, and the first one greeted them as if she knew them! “Hi, guys! Are you here because of the potential Hellmouth? Or is this your idea of camping out?” she had said to them. Then as the guys, which they were, tried to deal with this person who seemed to know them, but they didn’t recognize in their minds, the gals suddenly assumed fighting stances. Talk about mood swings!

The guys decided to remain in neutral stances, while they faced the lovely intruders in their far out garb. Two guys, five gals, standing in the dark facing off with, or at, each other, in a sort of sewer. “Did this still count as a sewer? Or was it a secret entrance and exit to the office tower complex?” Angel was thinking. He must have mumbled loud enough to be heard. Because Spike replied, “I’d say it would be a secret exit or entrance. But is there a point or do you just like to hear yourself out loud? Bloody Hell, Angel! Those are the first words you say?”

Spike also said, “Pardon us, ladies! We don’t mean to be rude by ignoring you. But now, would you care to explain why you’re here?” Then embarrassed Angel said, “You act like you know us, but I don’t recall you? I happen to have a photographic memory too.”

But before the masked ones could answer, the duo saw their shadows suddenly appear on the masked ones, as if a light were suddenly shining from behind the duo. Which it turned out to be. Before the guys could turn around however, the first one they had encountered said, “Harmony? Is that you? Why are you over there, behind Angel and Spike? That was Princess Piper. Princess Prue said, “With a big flashlight?” Princess Phoebe and Princess Paige said, “Harmony, beware! They smell like bloody vampires!”

Now Angel and Spike didn’t have to turn around, because Harmony had indeed arrived with a big flashlight in one hand, and a weapons bag in the other. She pushed herself between the male vampires, as she shined her bright flashlight at the ladies. Harmony said, “Yes, I’m Harmony! Because I was already on this side and it was the easiest approach. Angel is my boss, and Spike is my sort-of boyfriend. Hey! How do you know me!? I don’t know any of you! I think? It was the first flashlight that I could find. I know they’re vampires! I’m a vampire too!”

The Charmed Ones could stare at any sun all day, and not blink, and suffer no harm. So the flashlight wasn’t bothering them. But Angel and Spike were annoyed by Harmony playing with the light as she stood in between them. She was checking out the other “chicks”, from heads to toes. Comparing fashion senses and cleavage, the usual female routine. Angel’s and Spike’s eyes had to readjust to having such a bright light source again. Harmony said to her pals, “What’s up with the masked chicks?”

Harmony had arrived; wearing a sexy, white dress that she thought let people know how hot she was sexually, yet was still dignified enough for a business office, like a law firm. The “masked chicks” as Harmony had described them, had also checked her out from head to toes. More so than they had the two males. So they did notice the weapons bag she had lugged with her.

Harmony tossed the heavy bag to Spike and the flashlight to Angel, without warning. The guys grunted as they reacted just in time to catch the tossed items. They didn’t fumble! Harmony had tossed the items so her arms and hands would be free to strike a pose. Her feet shoulder width apart. Her hands placed on her hips, elbows out. She had a determined look, and a confused look, on her face. She began to subconsciously tap her right shoe. She was like an indignant Shirley Temple! She looked cute, but not in an innocent way as the child star had. Harmony didn’t appreciate being placed in situations where she looked stupid to her peers! Let alone her superiors! Not to mention those she considered her inferiors! She just didn’t like to look stupid in front of anyone. Friend or foe.

Ironically, she wasn’t always aware of such moments. That was her sort of innocence, which she had about her. In this tunnel, with the bright flashlight as the only source of light. With it now behind her, in Angel’s hands. With Harmony in white. Her outfit showed off her sexy figure very well! In this lighting you could see what she had to offer! Spike was used to it. Angel wasn’t! The Charmed Ones had seen their Harmony nude, let alone in an outfit like this. So it was Angel who averted his gaze and the flashlight away from Harmony, subconsciously.

When he did so, another beam of light had replaced his. Now they were suddenly aware that Wesley had arrived! He had his gun with him. The same one that he had used to shoot people recently, who he felt weren’t giving enough attention to Winifred’s problems. The Demoness Illyria in Winifred’s body shell, with nothing better to do, had followed Wesley. She still looked sad and scary. The light got brighter by one more flashlight, as Lorne arrived too. Gun wouldn’t be making it, as he was still in recovery from having been stabbed by Wesley. That made it for all of them. Angel. Spike. Harmony. Wesley. Faux-Winifred/Illyria. Lorne. Standing across from, Princess Prue, Princess Piper, Princess Phoebe, Princess Paige, and Princess Pepper Ann.

The Charmed Ones gasped when they saw Illyria’s new Demonic look. Other than that, they had yet to reply to Harmony. Now it was the other side’s turn to gasp. As if appearing out of thin air, behind the Charmed Ones, some more ladies had arrived using Superspeed! Princess Buffy II. Princess Faith. Princess Willow. Princess Dawn. Princess Amy. Then, another gasp as more arrived! Princess Anya. Princess Tara. Princess Cordelia. Princess Winifred. And then another Harmony! Princess Harmony! Of course, the “Fang Gang” was still unaware of their ladies Royal titles.

There was some awkward silence that followed. Then “The Host” Lorne said, “Are we being Punked?!”

The End of Chapter 4!

Book 1: My Charmed Ones!: Ch3

 “Book 1: My Charmed Ones”

By:  (Mister) Jimmie Ray Giboney.

Chapter 3: “Vampire Nest?”

The alleged vampires had stopped at twenty paces, and were now looking at Princess Piper with puzzled expressions on their faces. That’s when Princess Piper’s sisters, and yes, she didn’t distinguish her half-sister from the three “full” sisters anymore, except in legal and medical matters where it mattered most. That’s when they arrived to back her up! Perfect timing! Their sudden appearance had a humorous affect on the vampires who were startled and fell backwards with surprise and awe, as opposed to, “shock and awe”!

There were only two vampires, meaning both were males, as opposed to vampiresses that would be females. “Vamp” and “Vamps” were the preferred gender-neutral terminology.  These were two male Humans who had been turned, as opposed to say, bull bovines! One was a relatively tall brown haired guy. The second was slightly shorter, with brown hair dyed platinum blond. The Sisters recognized the duo at once. It was Angel, once known as “Angelus”, and his side-kick buddy, Spike, once known as “William the Bloody”. The City of Los Angeles, California, U.S.A., was supposed to be their home turf. Yet, here they were in old, Sand Francisco. But then again, city limits, county lines, state lines, and national borders, didn’t count for much these days. Not since the whole planet had undergone such a major shift in, from what once was considered the status quo, to this new era. The borders now were good for police, and other law enforcement jurisdictions. But not for military defense matters, like they used to be. But Princess Piper’s thoughts were digressing. This had begun as her encounter, so she should be doing some talking about now, rather than thinking about old and new political policies and stuff like that.

So she spoke first, just to break the metaphorical ice. Her sisters waved at the guys, as the guys recovered and rose to their respective feet. The guys were sort of family to them. Angel and Spike had each married one of their husband’s daughters from one of the more elder wives. Yes, it was a complicated family tree. The difference now, was not only did they have their souls back, they no longer were blood-thirsty vampires inhabited by evil Demons subdued by their Human souls. Their father-in-law had removed those curses, but left them with the powers. Oh, but not the same weaknesses anymore. Holy Water, sunlight, fire, garlic, weren’t deadly to them anymore.  They could turn their mirror reflections on and off at will.

They could bare fangs without turning ugly now. Basically, they had all of the benefits of Vampirism, but none of the Drawbacks. Or else they wouldn’t be suitable husbands for Princesses!

Their wardrobe didn’t involve masks. They had comfortable clothes that they changed of course, as needed. For their heroic look, they got by with just wearing long heavy coats, instead of capes or cowls, et cetera. Somehow they pulled it off. They got away with it. No sense in being annoyed by it though. A gentle squeeze reminded her, Princess Piper, that her costume was considered sexy to the one person it mattered too most, and she stopped thinking about their attire.

Princess Piper said, “Hi, guys! Are you here because of a potential Hellmouth? Or is this your idea of camping out?” while her sisters had been waving and the guys had recovered to their feet. Then Princess Piper thought of something. The guys had stumbled! That shouldn’t have happened! Something was wrong with this metaphorical picture! Or was it a “proverbial picture”? Anyway, her sisters caught on just as she did. Then she also remembered that she hadn’t liked how they smelled. They had both smelled to her like vampires who still drank blood! But seeing their faces had made her forget about that impression. What was that rule about first impressions?

So maybe this was a vampire nest after all? Just not with whom she expected! Princess Piper and her sisters tensed, ready for action!

The End of Chapter 3!

Book 1: My Charmed Ones!: Ch2

“Book 1: My Charmed Ones!”

By:  (Mister) Jimmie Ray Giboney.

Chapter 2: “The Charmed Ones Go Underground”

Princess Paige said, “Hey! If you say ‘manhole cover’ or ‘manhole’, no one gives it much thought. But if you were to say, ‘woman hole’, people are likely to think of something sexual, right? Then if were to say, ‘woman hole cover’, would you think of a pair of panties, a bikini, shorts, or some old-fashioned, feminine hygiene product?”, as her sisters laughed and/or smirked at the visual imagery that came to their respective minds. Princess Prue was removing an old manhole cover that had been fused to its rims where it had been resting for years. The stench would have made them retch, in the past when they were mere human witches. They found it annoying still, but they weren’t made ill by it. They waved their hands in front of their faces and held their noses nevertheless. Princess Pepper Ann smiled and then said, “Maybe we should knock first?” Princess Piper smiled and then knocked on the manhole cover, or lid, that Princess Prue was still holding onto, even as Princess Phoebe and Princess Paige said, “Are there any ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ down there?!”, down into the dark depths. Their shouts echoed back to them.

Princess Prue set the lid down next to the hole, before forgoing the ladder in favor of leaping down. She called for the others to follow her down and they did, leaping down or dropping down, one at a time. Being able to see in the dark as well as they could see in light, they had no need for candles, flashlights, flares, glowing crystals, torches, lamps, or night-vision goggles. Yes, they were in their so-called “Superheroine Mode”, but they had obtained plenty of marital bliss fringe benefits, and being able to see in any lighting condition or darkness condition was one of them. So if you were watching this on a monitor or television set, you’d feel frustrated about now, having only their voices to hear alone and maybe some ambient light to look at, now and then. So just use your imaginations here! The old, sewer system lights went dead a long time ago!

They began walking in the one direction they had to walk, singing the theme song to “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” as they did. They completed the song by the time they got to the end of the tunnel. They were disappointed that there had been no light at the end of it. Other than singing the song, as they walked the Princesses picked up objects they found. Some objects were litter, and others were old toys, shoes, or other items like that.

The litter went into one “Deep Pocket”, a brand name in competition with “Magic Pocket”; the lost objects now found, went into another “Deep Pocket”. Their walk affectively cleaned the tunnel out. Discounting what should be there, that is. The litter would become material for recycling. The lost objects would be repaired and/or restored to like-new condition, and returned to their owners if possible. Well, make that feasible. As the old saying goes: “Finders keepers! Losers weepers!” (Don’t ever think it is, “Finders keepers! Loser sweepers!”)

If they encountered the remains of dead life forms, they tagged the bodies, or remains, and the bodies or remains, were then teleported and/or transported away to the morgue at home. Well, not in their quarters! But in their new, orbiting “home town”, the geostationary orbiting platform known as, Space Station San Francisco that was built to replace the old, land based city they were in now. It was stationed right above the old city ruins, so at night it would be visible.

No plants, dead or alive, were found, but there were a few dead sewer rats. None of them looked like “Splinter” though! No other signs of turtles or even alligators. Some dead sewer workers, of the Human type were found however. The station’s morgue laboratory would verify the rats as rats, before putting them in jars filled with preservatives like formaldehyde. The Humans would get an autopsy, which was policy, but in this case not just to confirm the cause of death, but to identify the remains. Then their families would be notified if any could be found still alive. The Princesses had the Super Power of “Total Recall”, also known as a “photographic memory”, but that didn’t help other people. So every time they found something, or someone, they had paused long enough to take holographic scans, for the record. They felt more like “C.S.I.” this way, and less like tomb raiders and/or relic hunters. But yet, they only had to sing the song once! Now they were at a junction in the tunnel. Perfect! Princess Prue could take one. Princess Piper could take one. “The Twins” as they were often enough simply referred to as, Princess Phoebe and Princes Paige, could take one. Princess Pepper Ann could take one too.

The Walk of Princess Prue:

Princess Prue chose the first tunnel to the left. The junction had a sign that at one time had a legible warning label on it. Other than that, there were no artifacts to be recovered there. Her chosen tunnel appeared to be level as she crossed the entrance point. Looking ahead, the tunnel appeared to be litter free. That was good! The tunnel also appeared to be dead rat free. That was better! The tunnel also appeared to be dead human free. That was best! She surmised that the rats and workers closest to the manhole cover had tried to make their way there to exit. The rats too big to fit through the keyhole, were trapped. The Humans couldn’t open the lid, because it had been fused shut before they got there. That explains that. As for litter, well this tunnel was too far away to be affected by litterbugs and storms above. As Princess Prue finished that line of thought, she was walking, as stealthy as a breeze.

Eventually, she came to some rubble. She named the pile of rubble “Barney” as a point of reference for herself, in her mental mapping efforts. There was some sunlight above, which she realized was from a storm drain. She saw no point in removing the rubble. So instead she leaped up to the storm drain, and hanging on to the edge, she pulled herself up just high enough to see the view of the outside world from this vantage point. Then as she pulled herself through the storm drain, happy that it was impossible for her to become overweight and/or obese, another marital bliss fringe benefit, she thought of how she had never been in the sewer tunnel before, but she recognized the location outside. Once all the way outside, she stood up. Slowly rotating, she surveyed the area. In the past she wouldn’t have given this storm drain much notice. But now she had found herself by their old elementary school playground. As memories came to her mind of her long ago girlhood youth, her eyes’ tear ducts began to cry.

The Walk of Princess Piper:

Princess Piper got the second tunnel from the left as her route to explore. The sign had been worthless to her too. The tunnel, as she entered it, appeared to slant downwards. But it wasn’t as if she were wearing high-healed shoes. If she had some on, she would have felt level still on this slant or grade. She would look silly walking around barefoot. But because she was wearing long pants, silver with black stripes, the boots were barely noticeable anyway. She suddenly realized she was distracting herself from what she should be doing. No longer thinking about her clothing, she proceeded down the slanted walkway of the tunnel. Her tunnel was also a clean one.

She must have walked at least a kilometer if not a mile, without incident. Then she detected a trap! Traps were always so fun! Besides, her husband was with her, if she needed help, but she doubted it. So she tapped the trap with her left boot, testing how much pressure was required to set it off. A very large rat’s weight wouldn’t have set it off. Heavy trash, maybe? Something like an alligator or heavier would do it. She could peek and see what sort of trap would be released, but that would spoil the surprise! She had once tagged along with Princess Lara Croft and Princess Sydney Chase, two more of the wives in the Harem-Bevy, during one of their relic quests. Ever since then, Princess Piper had been smitten with that sort of activity as a fun hobby for herself, including the traps. Anyway, she decided to set her full weight down, and then she tensed in anticipation. Her wait wasn’t long!

She could hear the darts, the bolts, and the arrows flying towards her! Should she get some exercise and practice in, by blocking and dodging them? Or just let them hit her? Her curiosity won out, wanting to know where the impact points would be. So she stood upright, and very still, almost at attention. No surprise then, that most of them tried to hit her heart’s general area. Whoever had designed the trap, had taken variable heights into consideration. So some bounced off of her face. A few bounced off of her abdomen.

Some bounced off of her crotch, hips, and thighs. Some hit her shoulders and arms. One hit her left hand. The rest bounced off of her bust. Some shattered on impact, some merely dropped. Most ricocheted. She waited for them to cease flying about. Then she giggled! She didn’t have to check her clothing for damage, or her flesh for harm. She was still spotless. She had enjoyed the tickling!

When the giggling stopped, she cast a spell that gathered the weapons into her “Deep Pocket” for found objects. She too holographic scans of the trap set-up, for later analysis. She wanted to pull the whole thing apart, to take home for her collection of traps she had accumulated over time. But she had to settle for the floor plate. Once she had removed it, she was ready to go the rest of the way.

The second trap had two horizontal blades, one from each wall that tried to decapitate her. She ducked, and the blades had reset into their wall niche. This time she took not just the floor plate, but the two blades from the wall. She had ducked to avoid damaging them. Then she changed her mind about the previous traps’ wall pipes. She went back and removed them from the wall. Then she realized she was letting her hobby distract her from her mission. No fair! So she cast a spell that gathered every detectable trap, intact, and let the magic do her work for her. That done, she could proceed with no more such distractions!

Cheating like that with her hobby had made her think of something else. How could the sewers survive the earthquake, the flooding, and the bomb blasts?! That was easy to answer! Magic! Why were there traps down here? Somebody, mystical perhaps, had something to hide, and/or protect. It is a wonder the sewer workers had managed to avoid this area. Unless magic covered that too?

She realized her activity had managed to attract someone’s, or something’s, attention. She could hear movement. She opted to stand her ground and let it come closer to her. Knowing full well that she had the upper hand. She could see them, hear them, smell them, and feel the vibes of their movements. If she stuck her tongue out, she could probably taste them from the molecules in the stale air. Her pheromone detectors were repulsed by them!

She had stumbled into the lair of some thirsty looking vampires! She, Princess Piper Halliwell Free Spirit, also known as, Princess Piper Halliwell Dragon, was no screamer however. She just stood her ground like a statue.

The Walk of Fraternal Twins Princess Phoebe & Princess Paige:

Princess Phoebe and Princess Paige, although not identical twins, just fraternal twins, hated to be separated for very long time periods. Their other sisters would tease them, and say that they practically like conjoined twins! (Popularly known as “Siamese Twins”.) Joined at the hip. They had dubbed their chosen tunnel as “Tunnel Three”. Their tunnel was level for awhile, and then it sloped down, and leveled off again, plus it was a clean tunnel and easy going for both of them.

But now their tunnel was broken and blocked! There was a giant piece of steel-reinforced concrete slab in front of them. They opted to push against it. As a team they pushed it forward slightly. The ground rumbled and grated, and dust, gravel, and other bits of debris fell down towards them, before bouncing away leaving them still spotless. Suddenly the huge slab fell away from them with a large “THUD!” and the slab became part of an avalanche of debris that slid down a slope and away from the sisters. At one time, the sisters would have fallen too, but now they were still standing on what had become a ledge. Despite the dust cloud that had erupted around them, there was noticeable sunlight suddenly shining on them.

The twins had stumbled onto one of the bomb blast craters. They didn’t cry out any alarms either. But they did have some memories and shed a few tears of their own for their once beloved city.

The Walk of Princess Pepper Ann:

Princess Pepper Ann, she got the very last tunnel, “Tunnel 4”. The other’s tunnels must be more interesting she thought. With twists, turns, slopes, and maybe some length worth mentioning. She had a clean tunnel too. But she got about fifty (50) yards, when she came to a ladder. She climbed it of course, and she had to unseal the fused shut, manhole cover, before she made her upward exit of the tunnel. Of course, she was still in the Rads’ colony! As she looked around, she tapped a foot. She was the only one whose costume had a micro-mini-skirt. But this was no breeze up it! She went back into the manhole, pulling the lid back into place after her.

At the bottom of the ladder, she went back the way she had come. This time she ran! The others were not at the junction. She had to decide who to catch up with now. Or so she first thought. For suddenly, everyone but Princess Piper was standing next to her. That was the thing about Superspeed running! Unlike the glow of Orbing, or Teleporting. There was just the sound of wind zipping. Then suddenly the runner would be there, like a starship dropping out of warp speed!

Princess Prue’s costume was like Princess Piper’s. Long pants. Princess Phoebe and Princess Paige wore identical hot pants outfits. Also known as “short-shorts”, or “Daisy Dukes”. Princess Pepper Ann had the only skirt on, of any kind. She didn’t mind though as it made sex a whole lot easier. Princess Prue and Princess Piper may have had long pants on, but where Princess Piper’s costume as a whole, was silver with black trim, and a gold belt buckle. Princess Prue’s was golden with black trim, and a platinum buckle. Princess Pepper Ann was still amazed that when they wore these outfits, people thought of them as “Superheroines”. They could wear goddess togas, or be nude. They could wear traditional, or “Halloween-style”, witch costumes, and they were still the same powerful beings. Yet unless they wore these sexy costumes, with the black masks, people wouldn’t think of them as “super-heroic”. She thought that odd!

She, Princess Pepper Ann, was going to start another train of thought, as they waited for Princess Piper. Instead, Princess Prue told them that perhaps they should go to Princess Piper instead. But Princess Pepper Ann, she then told them where she had been, which prompted them to say where they had went. Princess Prue’s anecdote was the most poignant to them. Princess Phoebe’s and Princess Paige’s, was interesting enough too. Princess Pepper Ann, hers she decided was the boring one. Then when she was done, they ran to Princess Piper’s location in her choice of tunnel.

The End of Chapter Two!

Book 1: My Charmed Ones!: Ch1

 “Book 1: My Charmed Ones!”

By:  (Mister) Jimmie Ray Giboney.

Chapter One: “Arrival in Old San Francisco”:

They teleported to their old, land-based street address. This was their standard operating procedure, when returning here from their new home above the sky, to what was left of their old one. Basically a crater. Scorched at that. No plant life. No microbes. No cockroaches even. The cockroaches hadn’t stayed around to test that the Human’s theory that they would be alive after an atomic blast. They had packed up and left before disaster struck. Other bugs had done the same thing. The animals that dined on bugs, followed after them, who were followed by the next in line on the food chain. It wasn’t until pets began acting strangely that Humans cared to be scared, or worried. They had felt relief to loose the bugs. The poor plants though, had to remain rooted wherever they were, and passively accept their fates.

Poor City of San Francisco, California! An earthquake at sea, caused a so-called “tidal wave”, (or “tsunami” if you prefer to be different) to form and go towards the Bay Area. Meanwhile, a new super-villain, new to the area, was trying to extort money from the Government by using a “dirty atomic bomb”. People with good enough common sense to not panic and to evacuate did so. Those who chose to not believe him, and to remain behind to watch the drama unfold, did so. What he didn’t say to anyone was that he had more than one the one bomb strapped to him. For he had also set one on the “Golden Gate Bridge” and one for the primary airport and one for the downtown area.

Plus, he had some stored away, in case those were duds. Then San Francisco chose that moment to have its earthquake known as “The Big One”. The would-be super villain’s bombs were poorly built, and the tremors set-off the bombs. The mushroom clouds were at their peak when the waves hit. So the city had been hit with a triple whammy in one day! More if you count each bomb blast separately.

But that’s not all! The “MAD (Mutual Assured Destruction) Chain Reaction” began! World War II began and ended quickly. The survivors who could do something about this, tried their very best to rectify matters. A compromise was reached. By the time the debates, arguments, haggling, and so on and so forth, were over. The World was partially restored, meaning some other parts were left destroyed. The World of Planet Earth had become like a science-project for the Magical Entities. Then some Omnipotent Entities decided to see what was going on, on Earth, for them selves. After what some may call a “War of the Gods”, San Francisco was left as the only devastated Human city on Planet Earth. A reminder of, and a monument to, the “Grand Folly of Mankind”.

Humans went on about their lives, unaware of the “Divine Intervention”, something they talk about often, but seem to ignore when it does happen. The “Charmed Ones”, had been involved in with rescue operations of “Innocents”, so they couldn’t save their family’s old, Victorian-styled, manor home. So it was goof for them that they moved out all of their worldly possessions some time before that day. Now here they were where the grand, old house had once stood. They always shed a few involuntary tears, whenever they came back to the remains of their old home.

What was kept secret from the general populace of the Earth was that since the old city was useless to Humans, it may as well be used by those who had no problems living in radioactivity. So a small colony of was allowed for their benefit, as long as they kept to themselves, and bothered no one around them. They issued the distress call. Something underground was happening that set off some sensors the Humans used, which got the Humans to investigate. Not wanting to be discovered by Humans, and not wanting to be invaded by whoever was approaching from beneath them, the “Rads” had called for help. The Humans were using satellite in orbit, unmanned-flying-probes, and remote-controlled robots to investigate the phenomenon.

The Charmed Ones, all five of them, for today had decided to wear their “Super-Heroine” costumes, or uniforms, in case the Humans saw them. Sure they looked sexy, but they weren’t here to have sexual fun. The “eye-candy factor”, as it were, was just a happy coincidence today.  Sabrina II, Willow, Tara, Buffy II, Faith, Anya, and Dawn were monitoring the situation, and were on “Stand-by” to join them if need be. Cordelia, Harmony, Winifred, Amy (Madison), Darla, and Wendy, were there as well. As the song lyric says, “Hail! Hail! The gang’s all here!”

The former Halliwell and/or Bennet Sisters, now Free Spirit or Dragon Wives, departed their old lot, and quickly made their way to the “Colony of the Rads”, who were waiting for them. There were three basic types of Rads here. “Extra-Terrestrial Alien Life Forms”, which counted “Extra-Dimensionals” among them. Demons, which were born of this Earth, and had no quarrels with Humanity. Then there were the Mutants. People and animals, who had either mutated after birth, like during puberty, or who were born mutated. They needed radiation, or thrived in it otherwise. So not everyone looked the same. There was racial diversity. There was also racial harmony. Every being living here had to pass strict tests, before there were allowed to colonize here. The Rads’ “Colonial Governor” greeted them warmly. He was a “Mutant Human”, meaning he was a human that mutated. His name was “Griffith”. “Lawrence Thomas Griffith”. He introduced the others in his welcoming party. They all bowed to the Princesses before them, as their leader introduced them, as opposed to shaking hands with them, or kissing their hands.

Prue was in charges, as the oldest Charmed One, for functions or events like this. Otherwise, when formalities weren’t required, the siblings behaved as equals. Governor Griffith, extended all of the courtesies, and behaved appropriately, as did his staffers. During this get acquainted meeting, time seemed to hang in the air. Then he led them to his headquarters, and once there, they had a quick briefing and debriefing, which seemed to pass just right, for the ladies, or rather Princesses.

Beverages were enjoyed. Snack foods too. This was their first time here, and both parties wanted to make the most of it, not knowing when it may happen again. On previous visits to the ruins, the ladies, or Princesses, had only come to pay homage to their old home. They hadn’t explored the other ruins at all.

An hour passed, and the get-together ended on a natural break. The women left the Government building, and standing in the small plaza of the town’s very center, had their own huddle. Flying overhead, the colony would look like ruins, being cloaked from prying eyes, both natural and artificial. So they could stand there, huddled like that, no problems.

A “Hellmouth” was the general consensus. Someone, somebody, or a group of them, may be trying to construct a new one. Sure, there was strength in numbers. But they decided to act in solo, to cover more ground, and then regroup after the recon. With Superspeed, the recon of surface didn’t take long. In their super-heroine mode of operations, they could process data like a “C.S.I. Team”, but do so at Superspeed. Emotionally they had also thought like tourists, or explorers, as they went through the ruins.

They were saddened by what they saw, and with their regroup they took a moment to express their emotions. There were five of them, and so they divided the city area by five. As a matter of policy, they each explored five segments, again at Superspeed. They confirmed each other’s reports. Then as Paige did her mermaid thing, to explore the water areas, the others waited. But not for long. They decided to go underground. They would begin with the sewer system.

The End of Chapter 1!

Book 1: My Charmed Ones! ~ The Prologue

Mythos Crossover Series

Book 1: “MY CHARMED ONES”

BY: LeoStarDragonOne.

Paige is at work writing her lover's advice column, "Ask Paige". Well, sort of. She's dictating to a
computer, and the computer is doing the actual writing. Paige, being a wealthy princess, doesn't
do this as a source of income. She does it to help people. She has her college doctorates of

course, so she's technically qualified. But she has the Gift of Empathy as well, which helps a lot.
Paige's computer could understand her, no matter what else was going on in Paige's office, which
was a home office. Some people feel the need, when they work at home, to dress the same
as if they were leaving home for work. It’s a coping mechanism that helps to keep them from
distractions. Others take advantage of being at home, and sit about in their underwear, robe, or
nothing at all, depending on the individual's quirks and preferences.

Paige didn't have to think about it. Her home was computerized, and would be upgraded
whenever upgrades became available. There was every convenience. Like the doors were
sliding doors, but still lockable. Same as anywhere on the station. Red doors were for rooms
with dangerous equipment, and accessible by authorized personnel only. Yellow doors, were for
commercial purposes, like for shops and such. Green doors were for outdoor simulation rooms,
like gardens and such. Blue doors were for men's restrooms, bathrooms, showers, and other
places for males only. Pink doors, did the same for females. Orange doors were for emergency
escapes only, like fire doors or escape hatches. White doors were for medical establishments,
like clinics, first-aid stations, hospitals, sick bays, and infirmaries. Black doors for morgues, and
other places where dead people may be encountered. Gray doors for military personnel, like
aboard naval vessels. Residential front doors were a color combination of gold, silver, brass,
and tan, to simulate old-style storm doors and wooden, front doors combined. Interior residential
doors were transparent, except for bedroom doors. They could be made opaque when occupied.

One of the special programs inside "Halliwell Manor" involved the doorframes. They changed
your clothes for you. If you went to the swimming pool, you were dressed in a swimsuit, from a
pre-chosen selection. If you went into the bedroom, you would be dressed in pajamas, or other
types of sleepwear. The lounge dressed you in lingerie, or lounge suits. The computer would
know if the occasion was casual or formal, or semi either way. If it were mixed company, or single
gender. Whether nudity was allowed, or expected. Since the computer knew that this room was
an office and therefore a work environment, it materialized her clothing to be a typical women's
work suit, suitable for her line of work. From the underwear layer up to the most outer, visible
overwear. This included jewelry, and other adornments, like say wristwatches.

Paige had better than 20/20 vision, so she would not wear eyewear. Her eye color and hair color
would change, to suit her mood, like mood rings do, but not as subtle. Since one could easily
see her head of hair, and her eyes. When she slept, her hair was a natural brunette. Awake, her
brunette hair would have "highlights" that showed her mood, as opposed to her whole hair color
drastically changing every time she was moody. Her sisters had the same benefits.

Paige wrote, "Polygamy versus monogamy. There's no question about it! The former wins, hands
down! My sisters and my half sister happen to be married to the same prince, and so we share
the same man. But there are other non-sibling wives in the harem. Having so many women to
be friends with, and to have in such an extended family way. For sharing everything, well, you
reader's must know what I mean! There's no adultery, no cheating, no swapping, no envy, no
jealousy, no divorce, no annulments! None of those negatives, like you get with monogamy. But
I will concede one problem. I hate to seem like I'm boasting or bragging, since this problem isn't
applicable to my family. But it has come to my attention, that the rest of you, or at least some of
the rest of you out there. You have to wait for your turn with your husband! This is news to me,
I'm sorry to say. I apologize for not being aware of such situations."

"My sisters, myself, every one of us wives in our mutual husband's harem. We are never
separated from him! So there's no waiting for our turn with him. The best analogy I can come up
with is, lap dancing. Except that he gets to touch me too. If you were to walk in on me now, you
would not see him, smell him, hear him, or otherwise sense him. But if you could, it would look
like I was sitting on his lap. Except you can't detect him, so I would look like I was sitting on my
desk chair. We are like symbiotic life-forms. He's always inside me, if you know what I mean! My
body never lacks for attention. My emotional needs are always fulfilled. My every sexual desire is
granted. I thought that this was the normal standard."

"Now I feel like an out of touch snob. For not realizing that, those of you who are not in the harem
of a noble man, but that of a common man instead. You have to wait for him to be done with one
or two, maybe three other wives, whatever he's able to handle in one love session, before you
get to be with him. I knew, that men could marry as many girls as they could afford. So if he gets
richer, he can marry more if he so chooses. What's the population gender ratio now?

One-thousand females, of all ages, colors, et cetera, to one male. One male who may still be a
boy, or an old man. Who may be sick, or dying? Not to digress, but when we females had the
idea of women's rights, so long ago, who would have thought it would come to this? That a battle
of the sexes would lead to an all-out actual war, with guns and other weapons. We women won.
Now men are almost extinct. I'm saying that like they are part of a different species! But I am
digressing. Sorry!"

"Soon as a boy gets old enough to impregnate a girl, what do we do with him? We let him choose
his best female friend to become his primary wife. Then she brings her best friends, if they aren't
yet married, in on the deal, and ta-dah! Instant harem! So in this day and age, polygamy beats
monogamy. Remember when monogamy was promoted as the normal standard? Remember
when people argued over homosexuality? Remember when people confused 'bisexuality'
with 'omnisexuality'? Were you even aware of the concept of, 'polyandry'? That's one woman
married to several men! It was reserved for queens and empresses, in the distant past. It may
have been fun for her, but it was a slow way to propagate the Human Race!"

“My family is helping with that. When ever we get pregnant, it is always a set of fraternal twins.
One boy, one girl. We are doing our part to provide sons, who can grow up and hopefully produce
more males. But we have a lot of princesses! So some boys we didn't make, who may be out
there reading this column. You may get to marry a princess someday too! This is Princess Paige
Halliwell Dragon, or ‘Free Spirit’, maiden name ‘Bennet’. Have a good day!"

She asked the computer to read it back to her. After editing, she discussed the idea that this topic
may be more suitable for her television and web broadcast program, than for her column. After
all, she didn't actually answer the reader's specific questions. She had been too flabbergasted,
and she had to emote. The computer agreed. So she saved what she had said before, for her
show. For her column, she read the letters aloud, which always helped her think. This time, she
wasn't flabbergasted. She concentrated, and did a month's worth of columns in advance. Not bad
for two hours of work!

She decided that was enough of that type of work for one day. Now what would happen next?
Her heterosexual needs were ongoing. There was no need to masturbate either, for the same
reason. She could meet with another wife any time, as long as it was practical to do so. So she
didn't think about sex for more than a second. Since she had just done some reading and writing,
professionally, she didn't feel like doing any recreationally. It wasn't time for lunch just yet. Having
had brunch, she wasn't eager for lunch anyway, except as a social occasion. She didn't have
time to produce an episode of her series, by lunch either. Besides, if needed her holographic
substitute could play hostess in her stead, for live installments. She had several shows pre-made,
sitting on a shelf, waiting to be used, if she became unavailable and the Holo-Paige was off-line.

So she decided to call it, not just a work day, or a week, but a month! She was now officially on
vacation! Now she was free to have fun, or be a witch. Or be a princess. Or be a goddess. Or
be a mermaid. Or to just be. In general. She drummed her fingers, in expectation of some sign
to let her know what was going to happen next. Female hygiene issues were of the relatively
distant past, since she got married to her otherworldly spouse. So urination, defecation, and
menstruation, were no longer part of her daily routine, or of her life. So it wasn't like she had to go
to the lady’s room either.

No alarms sounded. No one orbed in. Nothing. No cues, no signs. Except, well. Sensing her
impending boredom, her spouse knew what to do for her. He stood her up, and hauled her out
of Paige's office, and took her to the living room. Her clothes had changed from the work suit to
casual wear. Now she was wearing a pink tube top with matching short-shorts, no undies. They
plopped down onto the loveseat, and the big television screen, came on at the same moment.

They watched the news together. That used up enough time, and now it was lunch time. They got
up, and went to meet the others. Her clothing changed to a fancier outfit.

Prue, Piper, Phoebe, and Pepper Ann, arrived at the entrance to the dining area at the same time
as Paige. Everyone was punctual when there wasn't outside interference. Their children were
still at school. No home lunches for them. So the three and half-siblings were free to talk about
any subject, and not worry about censorship. Small gatherings like this were also a time for their
shared spouse, to appear to the unaided eye. So around the table, each one appeared to be
sitting on the lap of a man identical to the one next to him, but it was an illusion. It was one man,
four women. Actually, more than four. But in this room, right now, just four women appeared to be
with identical male quadruplets. Then it turned to five women with five identical men, with Paige’s
arrival.

As the eldest sister, Prue had seniority. Pepper Ann was the most junior. Prue, Piper, Phoebe,
and Paige, shared the same mother with Pepper Ann, not the same father. Phoebe and Paige
were fraternal twins, Phoebe born just five minutes apart from, and ahead of, Paige. Piper was
the professional chef, and so she always made the meals. She insisted on it. This didn't bother
her sisters any, for they enjoyed her culinary skills immensely. The women would eat and drink
first, and then as they lounged on their spouses laps, they would "feed" him with a grape, or
something handy, as they sat back and talked about the days events so far, or the weather, or
about the children, or gossip, just typical lunch time chit-chat, or banter.

Lunch time had officially ended, and they were still lounging at the dining area table. But by now
they were playing cleavage games, as they tried to toss cherry tomatoes at each others cleavage,
not to annoy each other, but as a game. They kept score! The winner was the one who could fill
the area with the most cherry tomatoes before any spilled out. The winner got to not help with the
dishes, leaving the other three to clear the table and wash the dishes. It should be noted, that if
this were a more formal occasion, they wouldn't be serving lunch to themselves, nor cleaning up
after themselves. It would be done for them. But they considered moments like this, when it was
quiet, as a time for bonding activities. Which lunch could and should be.

The first cherry tomato to fall out of someone's cleavage fell from Pepper's. Game over! The
official count begun, to verify the counting they had done as they tossed. Pepper had scored
the highest total, but not in one sister's cleavage. Since there were five of them, that tended to
happen a lot. But she won the game, and got to sit out the clean-up. She remained seated, as the
others got up to clear the table, their spouses vanishing in a blink, as soon as butts began to lift
upwards. Meanwhile, she could just sit back and lounge some more, visibly enjoying her spouse.

That was when their cat chose to come in. Pepper looked at the cat with some dismay. "Oh,
just my luck! Sure I win the cleavage game, but now I won't get to enjoy the prize! What is
it, Firecracker?" The cat, being their familiar, could speak to them in Human languages. The
cat, being a tomcat, and being black with green eyes, looked like the mascot logo cat for a
certain brand of fireworks. So he was given the name, "Firecracker", of course. He didn't share
the personality traits of Sabrina's cat, Salem, though despite their both being black tomcats.
Firecracker loved the name given to him, so he tried to live up to it. He was loud as a bang! His
cat shirt was part yellow, part green, and part red. From the packaging of the fireworks. He wore
a mini, kitty-sized baseball cap that said "Beware!" above the brim of the bill. The back of the shirt
said, "Warning! Don't light my tail! I'm not an actual firework, okay!" Despite this display of his
sense of humor, Firecracker wasn't as much of a fraidy cat, unlike poor Salem.

Since this wasn't a scheduled, "bonding time with the kitty" moment, Firecracker knew his
appearance meant to the coven, that he was about to alert them to something they needed to
know about. So he replied, with his feline accent intact, but still in good American-English, to
Pepper's query, despite her attitude. He sat down on top of the dining table, before he replied.
He looked at his Mistress, apparently sitting on the lap of the Master, though he knew better. The
image shifted. Suddenly she was sitting directly on the surface of the dining table's chair. Even
though, he knew better than that too. He could feel his master petting him behind his ears, and

he took a moment to enjoy the sensation. Pepper looked at him, even as she was plucking cherry
tomatoes from her cleavage, and eating them. No need to waste them!

Firecracker yawned, and stretched his back, both ways, down and up. Pepper swallowed the last
cherry tomato. The other sisters returned, and seeing that Pepper was still seated, they sat down
again, in the same order as before. They placed their arms on the table, and leaned forward,
staring at Firecracker intently. Now that he had everyone's attention. Like a drill sergeant,
Firecracker loudly began speaking to them.

"Listen up, Princesses! I don't need to tell you, this is an alert situation! Science has done all
it can, and now its time for Magic to do something. Mystic sensors have detected evil afoot in
the ruins below us. The radiation and other environmental hazards that are posing a problem
for the scientific methods of handling the situation, of course are meaningless to the likes of
you, so no problems there. But the Mortals are in danger." he said. The Sisters could stand any
extreme temperature environment, completely nude, and never break a sweat, or feel cold. They
were always comfortable, temperature wise. They haven't sweated about anything, since their
marriages.

The Sisters knew he was just warming himself up, with such exposition, so they didn't
interrupt him to make him speak faster, or rush him to get to the point. Firecracker continued
speaking. "They think it’s an environmental issue, or maybe even some act of terror perpetrated
by Mortals. They don't know that it is literal Hell trying to break loose down there! Let's go to the
Situation Room", and with that, he hopped off of the table and ran to the Situation Room. The
Sisters followed him. Their clothes changed into military-style combat fatigues, to help get them in
the mood for this. As did Firecracker's kitty clothing.

The S.R. Computer Interface, greeted the organic life-forms. They stood at attention, and
absorbed the information given to them by the machine. It was about time it was their turn for an
assignment!

The End of the Prologue!