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Child's Play is dedicated
to my wonderful family who has always believed in me, no matter what crazy
endeavors I've pursued.
I'd also like to dedicate it to
Chris, my web guru who's gotten me this far... and to my buddies Mel and
Will, my wonderful editors who took time out of their lives to help me
out.
And finally to you guys, all of
my WWC visitors who've made this web site so successful. This is my gift
to you. I hope you like it!
-Kristin
This majority (i.e. the later portion)
of this story is set in June of 2000 after Apocalypse Not and before Be
Careful What You Witch For.
This story was originally created
in the summer of 2000. It turns out that a few of the episodes in third
season have some crazy similarities. These were completely unintended.
Hopefully this story can stand on its own. :)
Welcome To Child's Play
Click below to start the story...
Prologue & Sections 1-4
Sections 5-8 & Epilogue
A Night That Will Come Back To Haunt Them...
Phoebe sighed as Piper headed up the stairs to her room. She didn't bother
to speak to her older sister, she wouldn't have any idea what to say. Sliding
out of her coat, Phoebe shook the water out of her hair, then followed
Prue into the living room. She glanced over at the Christmas tree, suddenly
disenchanted with the holiday she'd been waiting so eagerly for. Death
and Santa just didn't mix.
"How was she?"
Prue asked finally. Phoebe shrugged, unable to think of a good enough answer.
She went over to inspect the ornaments on the tree, trying not to meet
Prue's eyes.
"She'll be fine,"
Phoebe said. She was suddenly glad that Prue hadn't been with them on that
long ride home. "It's just going to take some time."
"I don't get
it." Prue shook her head, then let her face fall into her hands. "I thought
this was going to be some simple vanquishing, I didn't know-"
"None of us
did."
"I shouldn't
have stayed at Bucklands, I should have been there." Prue's words were
spilling out faster and faster as she continued. Phoebe could hear the
hurt in her voice. "I can't believe I let this happen."
"It was a vanquishing,"
Phoebe reminded her, fingering a shiny glass star. She dropped her voice
as she turned back to her sister. "We did what we were supposed to. That
was the plan, remember?"
"No, Phoebe."
Prue finally lifted her head. "We didn't do anything. We weren't
together, not when we needed to be."
"Piper's strong,"
Phoebe said slowly, trying to force herself to believe her own words. "She
can handle it. It's not like she's never done a vanquishing."
"I know." Prue
nodded, sitting back against the couch cushions. "I know..."
Silence fell
over the house as Prue stared out the window. Phoebe watched her, then
lifted her eyes towards the ceiling as she heard a creak from above. It
was just Piper of course, moving around upstairs, wondering how she could
have done what she did. Phoebe wanted to go up there, to say something
to her, but... she still couldn't think of the words. It was so simple,
Piper had done the right thing. She'd vanquished the evil, protected her
family. But that didn't seem to be much consolation.
"I screwed up
Pheebs..." she heard Prue say quietly, her voice barely audible above the
steady beat of the rain.
Phoebe just
turned back to the Christmas tree without saying a word.
