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Charmed: Fan Fic: Girl Child
Title: Girl Child
Fandom: Charmed
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Jenny(/OMC), Phoebe, Prue, Dan/Piper, Leo/Piper
Rating: Soft PG-13/T
Summary: Girls and chocolate go a long way back.
Word Count: 1,112
Written For: Fan FlashWorks 450: Deck
Warnings: Season Two
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I should've decked her."
"Excuse me?!" Phoebe asked, startled, and then burst out laughing and shaking her head as she realized what the kid had said. "No, honey. No, that's not the way big girls do it. That would've been a quick trip to the Principal's office and likely an expulsion -- and when you would have gone back, your guy would've forgotten all about her." She wiggled her nose and winked at the kid. "Ask me how I know."
Jenny smiled from around her cookie and shook her head. "I don't think I have to ask," she said, pausing to take a gulp of fresh, cold milk. Phoebe was kind and funny. She was easy to talk to, and she enjoyed the girl chats -- but all the same, Phoebe's reaction reminded her quickly that she was glad her uncle had chosen Piper instead. She was definitely the calmest and more ladylike of the three sisters, and Jenny didn't even want to consider what all kind of messes either of the other two might have gotten her uncle into. She was tired of pulling him out of messes, tired of --
"What did I miss?" Prue asked, bustling into the kitchen with her arms laden with shopping bags from expensive department stores. That was a woman who knew both how to handle business and shop, Jenny thought, looking, wide-eyed, at the bags and wondering what they contained. She hadn't played dress up in years, but she would love to get into Prue Halliwell's closet and be allowed to try on even just one article of clothing.
Of course, she didn't have the chest that any of the Halliwell sisters had -- at least not yet. Maybe she could ask Phoebe one day about a boob job, but she'd probably have some kind of lame excuse like she should wait for what Mother Nature intended her to have or that guys weren't just interested in boobs. That's all anybody cared about where Annabeth Lambert was concerned, though, and she knew that was why Jimmy had fallen for her tricks.
Prue stopped, her green eyes darting quickly between her youngest sister and the girl who seemed to becoming their next youngest as she seemed to somehow spend more time here after school every afternoon than at her own abode. "Chocolate chip cookies and milk," Prue noted. "Not the healthiest of after school snacks, Phebs." Despite her words, Prue's fingers inched for one of the cookies.
"Piper baked them fresh this afternoon."
The oven dinged, and Piper whirled back into the kitchen just in time to remove another tray of piping hot cookies. Her homemade cookies could win any contest, Jenny decided.
"I didn't know she was catering -- "
Phoebe tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at Prue. "Oh!" her sister exclaimed, stopping herself in mid-sentence. "I mean, she doesn't have to be catering to want to cook. Piper loves to cook. I -- "
"It's okay," Jenny said with a defeated sigh. She reached one of the fresh cookies, but Piper swatted at her hands. She did not connect, of course, and she sounded quite motherly, not that Jenny really knew what a mother was supposed to sound like (she only knew what she envisioned in her dreams, dreams she hadn't had, thankfully, for some months now -- they all seemed more filled with her Uncle Dan and the sisters these days, when she did dream of other people).
"Let them cool just a little bit, Jenny," Piper told her. "I don't want to explain to your uncle why you got burned."
"Oh, I got burned all right -- " Jenny muttered, her face falling.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean -- "
"It's all right. I probably shouldn't keep eating all these cookies anyway. They're going to go straight to my hips."
Phoebe and Prue snickered; Piper glowered at them. "Honey, you don't have to worry about cookies hitting your hips for several more years!" Prue exclaimed.
"Yeah, trust us!" Phoebe giggled. She sat upright on the counter again, however, and told her seriously, "Although I do know some great moves for working the weight off, and for keeping guys in shape too -- "
"You do?" Jenny asked eagerly. Of course she did! Phoebe seemed to be out on another date with a different guy every night.
"You don't want to listen to her," Prue said, snatching two cookies from the tray from around Piper's swatting hand. She bit one while handing the other to Jenny. "You don't want a string of unfaithful boys. You want a real man, like your Uncle Dan." She wiggled her nose at Piper. "Now Piper -- She's the real catch, and the one who really knows how to catch the good guys. Phoebe and I date a lot, but -- "
"You're right. You do. Uncle Dan was hooked on Piper instantly," Jenny nibbled her cookie, "but that was even before he ate her cooking!"
"It's true what they say," Phoebe jested, playfully jabbing at Jenny's side. "The heart is in the stomach."
"You mean the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach," Prue corrected.
But Piper had turned away, ignoring the playful banter between the three as she heard the telltale, musical sounds that only she seemed able to hear. Leo was chiming and would be there soon in his White Lighter capacity. She sighed. She didn't want to see him again, didn't want to have to argue with Dan again when he found out she was seeing him again. There was nothing left between them. There could be nothing between them, but she could no more explain that to her mortal boyfriend than she could the fact that she and her sisters were Witches.
"Maybe you should eat a cookie."
Jenny's voice right next to her arm startled Piper. She had not heard the child moved, but when she looked down at the cookie being offered to her, she found the little girl now standing right beside her. She could have a life, Piper realized as she carefully, gratefully accepted the proffered cookie. She was learning how to be a rather decent aunt, if she did say so herself. She could have a life -- a normal life with this child and her uncle who was such a sweet, loving, and handsome man. So why in all the worlds did the butterflies never leave her alone when she heard the chime that preluded their doorbell ringing? Why couldn't she forget the Angel who stood on her doorstep and accept what she knew would be good, wholesome, and long-lasting for her? Like the child beside her, the grown woman buried her sorrow in chocolate.
The End
Fandom: Charmed
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Jenny(/OMC), Phoebe, Prue, Dan/Piper, Leo/Piper
Rating: Soft PG-13/T
Summary: Girls and chocolate go a long way back.
Word Count: 1,112
Written For: Fan FlashWorks 450: Deck
Warnings: Season Two
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"I should've decked her."
"Excuse me?!" Phoebe asked, startled, and then burst out laughing and shaking her head as she realized what the kid had said. "No, honey. No, that's not the way big girls do it. That would've been a quick trip to the Principal's office and likely an expulsion -- and when you would have gone back, your guy would've forgotten all about her." She wiggled her nose and winked at the kid. "Ask me how I know."
Jenny smiled from around her cookie and shook her head. "I don't think I have to ask," she said, pausing to take a gulp of fresh, cold milk. Phoebe was kind and funny. She was easy to talk to, and she enjoyed the girl chats -- but all the same, Phoebe's reaction reminded her quickly that she was glad her uncle had chosen Piper instead. She was definitely the calmest and more ladylike of the three sisters, and Jenny didn't even want to consider what all kind of messes either of the other two might have gotten her uncle into. She was tired of pulling him out of messes, tired of --
"What did I miss?" Prue asked, bustling into the kitchen with her arms laden with shopping bags from expensive department stores. That was a woman who knew both how to handle business and shop, Jenny thought, looking, wide-eyed, at the bags and wondering what they contained. She hadn't played dress up in years, but she would love to get into Prue Halliwell's closet and be allowed to try on even just one article of clothing.
Of course, she didn't have the chest that any of the Halliwell sisters had -- at least not yet. Maybe she could ask Phoebe one day about a boob job, but she'd probably have some kind of lame excuse like she should wait for what Mother Nature intended her to have or that guys weren't just interested in boobs. That's all anybody cared about where Annabeth Lambert was concerned, though, and she knew that was why Jimmy had fallen for her tricks.
Prue stopped, her green eyes darting quickly between her youngest sister and the girl who seemed to becoming their next youngest as she seemed to somehow spend more time here after school every afternoon than at her own abode. "Chocolate chip cookies and milk," Prue noted. "Not the healthiest of after school snacks, Phebs." Despite her words, Prue's fingers inched for one of the cookies.
"Piper baked them fresh this afternoon."
The oven dinged, and Piper whirled back into the kitchen just in time to remove another tray of piping hot cookies. Her homemade cookies could win any contest, Jenny decided.
"I didn't know she was catering -- "
Phoebe tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at Prue. "Oh!" her sister exclaimed, stopping herself in mid-sentence. "I mean, she doesn't have to be catering to want to cook. Piper loves to cook. I -- "
"It's okay," Jenny said with a defeated sigh. She reached one of the fresh cookies, but Piper swatted at her hands. She did not connect, of course, and she sounded quite motherly, not that Jenny really knew what a mother was supposed to sound like (she only knew what she envisioned in her dreams, dreams she hadn't had, thankfully, for some months now -- they all seemed more filled with her Uncle Dan and the sisters these days, when she did dream of other people).
"Let them cool just a little bit, Jenny," Piper told her. "I don't want to explain to your uncle why you got burned."
"Oh, I got burned all right -- " Jenny muttered, her face falling.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean -- "
"It's all right. I probably shouldn't keep eating all these cookies anyway. They're going to go straight to my hips."
Phoebe and Prue snickered; Piper glowered at them. "Honey, you don't have to worry about cookies hitting your hips for several more years!" Prue exclaimed.
"Yeah, trust us!" Phoebe giggled. She sat upright on the counter again, however, and told her seriously, "Although I do know some great moves for working the weight off, and for keeping guys in shape too -- "
"You do?" Jenny asked eagerly. Of course she did! Phoebe seemed to be out on another date with a different guy every night.
"You don't want to listen to her," Prue said, snatching two cookies from the tray from around Piper's swatting hand. She bit one while handing the other to Jenny. "You don't want a string of unfaithful boys. You want a real man, like your Uncle Dan." She wiggled her nose at Piper. "Now Piper -- She's the real catch, and the one who really knows how to catch the good guys. Phoebe and I date a lot, but -- "
"You're right. You do. Uncle Dan was hooked on Piper instantly," Jenny nibbled her cookie, "but that was even before he ate her cooking!"
"It's true what they say," Phoebe jested, playfully jabbing at Jenny's side. "The heart is in the stomach."
"You mean the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach," Prue corrected.
But Piper had turned away, ignoring the playful banter between the three as she heard the telltale, musical sounds that only she seemed able to hear. Leo was chiming and would be there soon in his White Lighter capacity. She sighed. She didn't want to see him again, didn't want to have to argue with Dan again when he found out she was seeing him again. There was nothing left between them. There could be nothing between them, but she could no more explain that to her mortal boyfriend than she could the fact that she and her sisters were Witches.
"Maybe you should eat a cookie."
Jenny's voice right next to her arm startled Piper. She had not heard the child moved, but when she looked down at the cookie being offered to her, she found the little girl now standing right beside her. She could have a life, Piper realized as she carefully, gratefully accepted the proffered cookie. She was learning how to be a rather decent aunt, if she did say so herself. She could have a life -- a normal life with this child and her uncle who was such a sweet, loving, and handsome man. So why in all the worlds did the butterflies never leave her alone when she heard the chime that preluded their doorbell ringing? Why couldn't she forget the Angel who stood on her doorstep and accept what she knew would be good, wholesome, and long-lasting for her? Like the child beside her, the grown woman buried her sorrow in chocolate.
The End