You don't know Billie like I do. She's a pretty savvy girl!

OOC:

I have no idea who keeps up with the Billie journal these days since she was on hiatus for a bit. But, notunreasonable & I are geniuses and find a way for the Chris/Billie ship to sail!


In the finale, there's a neat little flash-forward segment, and we see Billie with Phoebe's kids. Well, then here, Billie casts a spell to find her destiny and get everything back on track. Maybe the spell went awry? Maybe the Elders intervened? But somehow, Billie landed herself 20 years in the future - actually landing in the attic of the manor discovered by Chris.

Whisper.

"Hear these words I whisper now,
For I have lost my way somehow."

Billie sits in the middle of the attic in the Halliwell manor. Oh, yes it took some convincing from Phoebe to Piper to let that happen, but the babysitting gig has paid well lately, earning her plenty of cool points with Pheebs to spend as she pleases. She's tired of playing nanny though, which is way she saved up enough points to have Phoebe go to bat against Piper to let her have some magical time to herself. She feels strong in the attic - the Halliwell sisters always felt strong there too, and Leo taught her the basics up there. It feels right to be sitting there on the creaky, wood floor with her Book of Shadows lying open in her lap. She wrote a simple spell which she printed neatly on the open page - it's only meant to help her focus her power as she tends to catch herself drifting, never really moving.

She's never felt so lost before. She's blonde, so a degree of it is normal, and she knows that. Joking aside? Her family is dead, her destiny is gone, and her only purpose in life is to be the Halliwell family's on-call babysitter. Yeah, it's an absolutely charmed life. She was once half of the Ultimate Power - a destiny she shared with her big sister, but she's started to wonder if her magical destiny died with Christy. Her powers still work - still strong and active, but they lie dormant, lacking inspiration and drive. She had fire in her eyes once, until she had to push Christy's fire away.

Magic feels funny - especially when she starts to drift. The world around her sort of shifts off balance just a little and begins to blur. She forces herself to say the spell, because she has to focus now. She's tired of the occasional games of zen-like meditation that lead her absolutely nowhere. The room spins faster than usual, and she finds herself longing for something, anything to happen to break the painfully ordinary slump she's fallen prey to.

"Hear my cry, hear my plea,
Help me find my new destiny."

She closes her eyes and feels the attic spinning around her like a top - faster, faster, until she finds herself spinning in the air and, just as quickly, landing in a clumsy heap. "That was weird," she says to nothing in particular. She lets a slightly disappointed sigh escape her lips; she's still in the attic of the manor. "Well, great. So apparently my destiny is to be a magical babysitter." She hears someone though - a man, and he doesn't sound like a Halliwell kid unless little Wyatt has been playing with some serious magic again. She looks around from her awkward vantage point on the floor and notices that things are a little more... dusty than she remembers and maybe older, somehow? She suddenly remembers reading the third Harry Potter potter book, and didn't Hermione say something about funny things happening to witches and wizards who mess with time? Yeah, not good.

Write a letter to your enemy.


Dear Christy,

Help me understand, because I'm failing fast. I re-play the scenes over-and-over, all the time in my head, but I can't find a way to make it right. No matter what I do, you still play the villain. And I don't get it, I don't understand, it makes no damn sense to me.

Was it the Triad? Did they warp you? I know they were big and scary when you were little, but we were stronger than that. We're sisters, Christy! So why did you try to make me evil? And why did you let Mom and Dad die? And why did you throw freaking fire at me? We were great, Christy. We were strong, powerful witches, and we could've done a lot of good. Why did you take that away from us? Why did you make me kill you?

I didn't want it to end this way. We were supposed to be happy. We were supposed to grow old together and pick out matching rocking chairs to sit in on the porch at the old folks home. So, why did you have to be the enemy? And why did you have to die? I love you, Christy; why wasn't that good enough?

Always,
Billie

Tell a story to your grandchildren.

Destiny. You're going to be hearing that word a lot, and I'm sorry about that. If you're reading this, then you must have my Book of Shadows. And, I'm guessing something really weird must've happened. Don't freak out. I'll tell you a story, about my magic, about the weird thing that happened to me. Maybe it'll help. I don't know.

Let's go with a little background first. There's a strong line of magic that runs in our family. It's so strong that every generation can't handle it, so it skips. My parents were mortal. My sister and I were witches. Your parents are/were mortal. Now, the power lies with you.

I grew up totally normal - except for that whole thing where my big sister got kidnapped by demons on Halloween when I was five and I didn't save her until I was like nineteen and she was way evil and tried to kill me and I ended up killing her - summer camp, bowling night, Saturday morning cartoons, McDonald's happy meals. Yeah. I was normal. And, I had just gotten moved into my dorm for college when the weirdness happened. I was just sitting there at my desk, and I needed the remote. Well, it was on the other side of the room, and I just sort of waved at it, like a joke, like I did when I was a kid being silly, and the freaking remote came flying toward me with a vengeance. Yeah, that's how I discovered I was telekinetic. Now, when I was discovered my projection powers? That was a mind trip, because my parents - and, obviously this is before they were murdered by demons - had come into town to visit and we were fighting about Christy and I called them cold-hearted assassins. Yeah, not one of my better personal life choices. It turned Mom and Dad into Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

I want to tell you it's like Harry Potter or something, but it's not going to be like that. You don't get to wave a wand or go to a special, elite school; you just have to wing it, while keeping up the pretense of being a normal kid with a normal life. You get to fight evil, save the innocent, and get very little credit and only bruises to show for it. It sucks sometimes, but that's life. I could totally quote Spiderman here and say that with great power comes great responsibility, but I'm not lame like that, so I won't.

Seriously though, study hard. You're going to do a lot of great things, save a lot of people, and kick a lot of ass. Chin up and accept destiny, even if you might make destiny nervous.

If I could do it all over again, I’d. . .

Oh, Billie’s replayed all the key moments of her life to figure out which one caused her house of cards to silently fall down. She doesn’t know how many times she’s sat within a circle of candles and allowed her powers to let her drift through time, to sit and observe, to let her heart shatter all over again. She watches her sister get kidnapped, then come back to her all grown up, jaded and evil. She watches the demon murder their parents. She watches herself kill her own sister in self-defense. And, she breaks. Oh, how she breaks each time.

She wonders if she’d just changed that one Halloween when they were kids; she could do it, if she practiced enough with her powers, but she doesn’t know how that would alter their destiny. If she’s learned anything from her year spent in the care of Halliwell sisters, then it’s been about destiny and how you mustn’t mess with it. But, sometimes she just wonders if maybe she went back to when she was five and Christy was seven, maybe she could change it all from that evening. She would cuddle up with her big sister on the bottom bunk and would’ve made herself not be frightened of a silly jack-o-lantern. They would’ve had each other, and the bad man – well, the demon, now that she knows the truth about such things – wouldn’t have wanted to take them both. In her idealistic mind, they would’ve grown up together, gone to summer camp, braided each other’s hair, gone to school, graduated, everything – all the perfect things in childhood that they should’ve experienced together. They even would’ve found their magic and destiny at the same time and maybe even fulfilled that Ultimate Power thing without going to the dark side.

But, Billie was only five then. She’s watched the memory countless time, but she never comes up with a real solution to keep Christy safe. A five-year-old and a seven-year-old are no match for a demon. And, their plan, from day one, was to separate the Jenkins’ sisters. They wouldn’t have the grand, idealistic childhood she envisions, but rather, one spent in fear and hiding, just to be together until they grew to resent each other for it.

Sometimes she drifts back and talks to her mother. Mrs. Jenkins never hears her, but occasionally, Billie swears up-and-down that her mother will look straight out and take in every word because she knows she’s there. Billie has pleaded with her mother each time she’d gone back there, pleaded for her to strip her daughters’ powers, to just mix the stripping potion into their bottles, and no one will ever have to know. She’s tried so many times to tell her that their destiny should be prevented, because if they weren’t made of magic, then demons wouldn’t want them, no one would turn evil, and no one would die.

The Halliwells have been good to her, even after she turned on them for awhile. They took her in, taught her everything about witchcraft, trained her, cared for her. They helped her find her sister and her purpose, even tried to guide her as she began to fall apart. Oh, especially Phoebe – kind, intuitive Phoebe who always told her things happen for a reason. Billie tortures herself with memories that she knows she can’t really change, but she desperately misses her family. She hasn’t allowed herself to truly grieve – it’s not even been a year since the demons killed her parents, and that fight that ended in her having to strike back at Christy in self-defense was only a few months ago now. But, they’re dead and gone, only living in memories that haunt her. And, the Halliwells, as much as she loves them, have gotten to move on with their lives since they’ve done their time for the Greater Good. They’re all happily married moms, and she really doesn’t have a place there anymore, unless they need an emergency babysitter.

She sits in her usual circle of candles with her Book of Shadows resting open in her lap, because this time is different – today she means business because she doesn’t know what else to do. She sends up a silent prayer, unsure of what deity hears her anymore. She quietly chants a spell, hoping to find the next – and, hopefully better – chapter of her life.




Intro:

Wow, introductions can be totally awkward. There’s like that line, you know, that you don’t want to cross because then you’re over sharing. But, at the same time, you don’t want to stay too far away from the line, because then you’re been annoying and mysterious. But, I’ve done way harder things than this, so I’m good. I hope.

I’m Billie Jenkins, born and raised in the beautifully sunny state of California – oh, yeah, I’m a California girl; this blonde is totally natural and sun-kissed, not from a bottle, okay, thanks! I moved to San Francisco about a year after high school, enrolled in college, which was pretty neat. I met my second family there – the Halliwell sisters. Yeah, you might’ve heard of them. Piper owns this rad club, P3. Phoebe writes an advice column, Ask Phoebe. And Paige… is an angel – she can be feisty, but I love her. Yeah, they’re all really great. We’ve had some bad moments, but they’ve gotten me through a crazy, difficult year.

Seriously? I’ve had the most insane year ever. It’s been this like totally bizarre, up-and-down emotional roller-coaster ride to hell and back. I’d love to give you the details, but I’d be absolutely crossing that over sharing line we talked about. But, if you think I’m that interesting? Dude, then, I love you, but my point is that if you want to know all about the single best and worst year of my life? Leave a comment! I open the floor to questions!

Oh, and let me go ahead and answer a couple of key questions that always come up. Yes, I am, in fact, single. I like boys and girls – sometimes I like girls more because boys piss me off a hell of a lot more than girls, but I’m still young and experimenting because I’m fun and cool like that. No, I don’t have a webcam, and no, I don’t want one, but thanks. Let’s see, what else? Oh! I just turned twenty last month – finally not a teenager, but still not legal to drink! Feel free to wish me Happy Belated Birthday wishes and send gifts because that would be awesome! Presently, I’m located in Los Angeles which is really new, and I’m still learning my way around; I’d love a tour guide or escort or just, like, a friend? Oh, and, yes, I just might be made of magic.

Alright! Questions? Comments? Belated Birthday Wishes and/or gifts? Fire away! I’m here all night!

The meditation part was simple. She usually assumed a zen-like pose on the floor and occasionally uttered an "ooom" to get herself in the frame of mind to relax. At first she would feel absolutely nothing, then suddenly it would happen. The world around her would spin into a blur until she ended up wherever she wanted or needed to go - sometimes the needed place would come before the wanted one, which would often leave her confused.

Lately, she found herself traveling to the same places, same times. She would be at her parents' hotel room, the moment before the demon attacked. She would move to save them, but always find herself to be too late. Christy would be there, each time, to comfort her, to blame the sisters. Comfort was never Christy's strong point. Then she would travel to each angle she could in the room where the Triad once stood, where Christy threw fire and she threw it back. She never could save Christy, no matter how many times she tried.

Oh, the meditation part was easy. But coming back, always hurt. She would find herself in a tailspin of emotions, never able to balance herself quite right. But this time? She had a plan. She was going to figure it all out, once and for all. The sisters? They were busy, with their married lives and kids. And, sure, being Phoebe's magical babysitter was great, but it was growing old. She needed something... She needed her own family, her own life.

She sat in the attic of the manor - which, took some persuading from Phoebe to Piper, but still, she was there, alone. She sat in a circle of white candles with her own little Book of Shadows seated in front of her. She murmured a chant to herself as she assumed her usual pose and uttered a little "oom" to herself. The room started to spin, faster and faster until it was nothing but a blur of color. She closed her eyes, not really wanting to get sick.

But, when she opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. She was still seated in the attic of the Halliwell manor. She sighed and shook her head. She had used a chant to help her find her destiny, but apparently, her destiny was still to be the magical babysitter. But, then, she thought she heard a voice that definately didn't sound like one of the little Halliwell kids. She slowly stood up and looked around the attic - things looked a little different, older somehow. "Hello? ...anyone home?" she called out, suddenly a little worried.

Look out! Select the word(s) of your choice and complete the scene. You're walking/strolling/wandering/running/ducking past a window/door/tent flap/cave opening/car/alleyway and a bullet/rock/arrow/book/knife whistles past your head. You immediately…

You're ducking past cave opening and an arrow whistles past your head. You immediately jump back, flattening yourself against the rocks as much as possible. In your head you chant, “Please don’t see me, please don’t see me,” and you’re convinced it works. You peek around the corner, peering into the cave. The darklighter, however, peers right back, nose-to-nose. You jump again, startled this time, but you know that there isn’t much you can do.

The darklighter readies his crossbow, prepared to fire, and you opt to take the classic Charmed Ones approach – although, you would think by now you’d know it doesn’t work as well when you try it. “Like seriously? I’m not a whitelighter. Your arrows? Totally won’t kill me!”

“What happens if I shoot you in the throat?” he sneers, and you instinctively put a hand on your throat. You channel your telekinetic abilities through your hand and try your best to push the crossbow out of his hands. Well, that doesn’t work. However, you do manage to knock him down.

You quickly reach for the athame in your boot as he scrambles to get his footing again. You throw the knife quickly and manage to hit him. You sigh with relief as he bursts into flames. His crossbow clatters to the ground, and you snatch it, deciding you should take it back to destroy it or something. You shrug and grab a small potion vial out of your back pocket. “Mission accomplished,” you say to yourself as you toss the potion and step into the little puff of smoke it creates. You disappear, leaving no trace that you were ever there.

Hello nice people that read Billie's journal!

I changed Billie's username! I finally used that free rename token. So, now, Miss Billie is prettysavvygirl - which is what she calls herself at one point, so ha, I feel smart.

=)

And now I'll go away and stop using Billie's journal for my nonsensical ramblings!

Do you tend to make friends easily? Why/why not?

I’ve always been pretty good at making friends. It’s keeping them that I’m not always good at. I mean, I’m great at being sweet and perky and cheerful. I’ve got that part down! I’m fun and silly, and I always have someone to hang out with.

But, I’m scatter-brained. I don’t really mean to be. At least now with the magical, witchy stuff? I totally have an excuse. But before that? Yeah, you can only blame it on being blonde for so long… well, no, some people will totally buy that excuse forever. Huh. Anyway! I’m forgetful. I don’t mean to be. But I forget birthdays. I forget to call people back… I forget to check my own voicemail sometimes! So then, I end up offending people without even meaning to!

Now I have the magic thing going for me. I guess, technically, I had it going for me since I was a kid – it just wasn’t active yet. But, Dumain was my invisible friend that I shared with Christy. He was awesome, except that next time we randomly talked? He was like working for the Triad and trying to deceive me. Yeah. Sucks, huh? A girl can’t even have a descent invisible friend!

The Halliwells have been awesome friends though. And, I’m hopeful that at least Phoebe will stay my friend. That whole turning evil and making the magical community hate them thing? Yeah, probably not the best idea ever. But, I’ve apologized like as many times as I’m capable so… yeah, I’m hoping things will get better. But before that? They were great. I mean, Paige is awesome and so super pretty! And Phoebe lets me randomly crash at her loft. And Piper? Totally feeds me like all the time and lets me live at her house. Yeah, they’re awesome, but I don’t want to like make them hate me again.

So… I’m always on the lookout for new friends! I really like having lots of friends to randomly call and hang out with. That’s always fun! So, if you’re looking for someone silly and fun? I’m so your girl!!!

Talk about something you inherited. (It could be an object, a physical attribute, a belief, etc.)

Well, okay. I’m going to go with the really obvious here because… well, that hurts my brain less. Yeah, I’m all about avoiding a headache.

If I remember this right, we’ve traced it all the way back like eight generations or something. I think it started with some nice lady from Sweden who met this guy; they had babies, and so the generations go on. But anyway, that nice lady? Blonde.

Yes, eight generations of blonde goodness in the family. I inherited the ability to have more fun than my sister and any other random not-blonde types! I also inherited demeaning jokes that sometimes don’t make sense. For that matter, a lot of things don’t make sense, but I think that’s part of being blonde. Of course, I also inherited the gift of impressing everyone if I do something smart!

Yes. I inherited my blonde hair. What? Did you think I was going to talk about my magical powers or something? No way! I’m supposed to keep that secret!

Billie decided to leave in the middle of the night. It was a great plan that avoided confrontation and explanations that would be demanded. She had no idea what time it would be in Rome, but she thought it would be okay – do slayers ever get to sleep? She hadn’t told anyone she was leaving, but then, she’d felt out of place lately.

She brought Prue and Christy back to life; she used her magic for good, and now she had nothing to do. She had thought about taking summer classes, but she was tired of the rumors about that weird girl. She packed up her dorm, and no one took much notice. Everyone was caught up with their own lives – well, except Christy; she was still trying to catch up to hers. But then, she had something to do! Buffy – as in, the Buffy, of the Vampire Slaying variety – invited her to Rome. How could she say no to that?

“Dear Christy,” she scribbled in her notebook. “When you read this, I won’t be here. Don’t worry, I’m okay. I’m studying… with a friend, but I’m kind of far away. If you need me, there’s a potion vial sitting next to the lamp. It’s a modified version of the one we use to travel; it’ll take you to me. Of course, you can always use your telepathy. Great way to test it over distance, you know. <3, Billie.”

She ripped the page out of her notebook as quietly as she could and sat it next to the lamp with the potion vial. Christy would be so mad in the morning, and Billie was already dreading the headache she would get from the telepathic yelling. She slipped out of the room with her two small bags and her backpack – one bag had all her necessary items, one bag had her magical things, and her backpack had her clothes. She walked downstairs and out the front door. “Easy enough,” she whispered. She sat her bag down momentarily to retrieve her potion vial from her pocket. She tossed the potion, picked up her bag, hopped into the mist, and closed her eyes; she crossed her fingers and tried to focus on Buffy and Rome.

When she opened her eyes, she knew she wasn’t in California anymore. She sat her bags down, ready to explore. “Buffy? Oh, Buffy? Are you home?” she called, then almost kicked herself when she realized something. “I’m sorry I didn’t call first! I don’t have your number. Um. Hi? It’s Billie? Blonde witchy girl, trained by the Charmed Ones?”

What makes you angriest?

I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
And you might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty

She couldn’t stand the whispers. It started when her sister came back. Billie would bring Christy along with her sometimes – or, at least, let her stay in the dorm. There were whispers in the hallways – people wondering what happened, but they never asked. She ignored the weird looks; she skipped class when it was too much to ignore. But, it got worse. She tried to go to class after her parents were murdered, but she couldn’t stand those sideways glances and the whispers that followed. She really didn’t know how she finished the semester.

She needed time off; she wasn’t sure where she was going to go or what she was going to do, but she knew she couldn’t stay at school. People formed their opinions – some gave her sympathetic glances, but mostly they still continued to whisper as she walked by. She withdrew herself from school, vowing to find somewhere else to go for her sophomore year.

Packing up her things in her dorm was surprisingly sad. She remembered when her parents had taken her shopping to buy the things she needed; packing those things made her want to cry all over again. She still couldn’t go home. She wasn’t brave enough to go to her house and let the memories assault her. It was painful enough being alone; she wasn’t sure if she could handle the pain of being home, knowing they’d never come home again.

She carried her boxes to the car and put them on the backseat. She had been strong so far, but she felt the tears falling before she could even try to stop them. She leaned against her car and looked up at the sky, wishing she could make things right again; she sighed, knowing that her wishes didn’t come true anymore. She finally got in the car and drove off, not really sure where she was headed.

Muse: Billie Jenkins
Fandom: Charmed


[[ooc:If anyone wants to talk to Billie, feel free to comment. She's waiting by her pretty blue cell phone!]]

Loyalty.

What if someone came up to you and asked you to choose one: Family or Friends. One or the other. Not both. You don't have time to think. You can't sit there and make a list of pro's and con's. Pick one.

...did you pick yet? Well, I'll be nice and give you time to think. In fact, while you think, I'll tell you a story.

When I was five, my sister was kidnapped. My parents didn't talk about it much. When I turned eight-teen, I discovered I was a witch - yes, magic powers and everything. I also discovered that my sister was taken by demons. Well, I found her. And, for a split second, I had my happy family. Mom, Dad, Christy, and me.

Now, remember the part where I told you I was a witch? Okay, good. My parents are mortal; they couldn't exactly help me. At first, I didn't want help, but apparently Paige heard me and thought she had to be my whitelighter. I ended up almost getting killed by two demons; the Halliwell sisters saved me. And... due to a weird situation, they agreed to train me. Yep. They trained me to be Billie the super witch! They were my friends, and along the way, they took the place of my family.

The Halliwell sisters helped me find Christy. But, as Christy likes to remind me, they aren't my sisters. Christy is my sister. Christy is my family.

Demons killed my parents. The sisters wanted to capture the demon, question him about other things. Christy wanted to kill it for killing our parents. This was the point where things got weird. It was the first time I stood against the sisters. It was the first time I took my sister's side against theirs.

Christy was raised by the Triad - a group of not-nice demons, not that any demons are nice, but you totally get the idea. And, she firmly believed it was our destiny to kill the Charmed ones. Us against them. And, she made me believe it. I helped her. We shifted the entire magical community's view. We were evil.

Then we released the Hollow. Big mistake. Two of the Halliwells died. Christy died. Overall? Bad. I used my power to go back in time; Piper did the same thing, just with a different power. And, along the way, I realized what Christy and I were doing was wrong. Then I found out that Christy knew all along. And she still wanted to kill them.

So, I went back to the sisters. I told them everything I knew, and I helped them. We killed the Triad. Everything was okay. Except for one thing. I had to choose between the Halliwells and my sisters? Christy tried to kill me - or, maybe she was just trying to scare me - and... I used my power against her. I killed my sister. I chose my friends over my family. In fact, I don't have any family left.

....so, did you answer that question yet?

[OOC: This post is mostly intended for burn_minds and pridenprudence since they're the ones being brought back to life. However, this also brings our characters into the TM Charmed universe, since we haven't been part of it due to our canon history. If the other players in the Charmed universe would like to play with us, that's great! If not, well, that's okay too since we're used to it. This post does make mention of Charmed canon, strictly to establish our characters in the AU.]


It wasn't fair to grieve. Destiny had allowed Piper to bring her sisters back from the dead; why had destiny caused her to lose Christy? She had struggled for awhile, trying to come to terms with everything. For awhile, she believed this was how destiny was supposed to go. However, she soon arrived at a point where Christy's mind frame made sense. The Halliwell sisters ended up with their perfect lives, just like they wanted. Billie, however, ended up used and alone. She wanted to find her own destiny, instead of tagging along with theirs.

She had to bring her sister back. She refused to mourn; if Piper could change her destiny, well, Billie could too. However, each time she tried, Christy continued to throw fire at her. But, there was one moment where her sister still had her humanity. Billie didn't care about changing the timeline; all she cared about was reviving her sister. She slipped into that moment, just before their parents were killed, and stole her sister back. Destiny owed her that much.

At that moment, Billie realized what else she could do. She had wanted to find a way to repay the Halliwell sisters for the good times - and, technically, to redeem herself for that brief period of being evil and the many times she attempted to kill them. She decided to save Prue. She closed her eyes and watched time reverse itself; she slipped herself into that moment just before Shax entered the manor. She stole Prue from that moment and woke up back in her own time.

Everything should have been perfect then. But, the manor was empty. In fact, it almost seemed deserted. The sisters were no where to be found. She had her memories of their perfect destiny, but now she appeared to be in her own.

Whee!

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And new default icon, since I'm feeling super photoshopy today!

What was/is your childhood ambition?

I wanted to get my sister back. I wanted to find her. I wanted to kick the guy who took her. And, you know, I did save her. I did find Christy. And everything's okay again. But, when I was little? Well, that wasn't exactly something my parents would let me discuss. It was awfully ambitious for a five-year-old... but, it's what I wanted, you know?

Of course, there was this other thing. This one, really normal thing.

I... I wanted to meet Kermit the Frog.

I really liked puppets when I was little; anything soft and cuddly that could talk. Well, one day Mom and Dad were flipping through the channels and ended up on the Muppet Show. Mom said I fell in love instantly. Kermit was doing this adorable tap-dancing number. Happy feet. And, on Sesame Street? OMG, he was the best with his cute little news reports! I adored Kermit. I told my parents that I was going to meet him one day. That was my goal... in fact, I guess it still is a personal goal.

Last year, Mom and Dad gave me Season 1 of the Muppet Show for my birthday. I miss them, so much.

Perception: Generally speaking, how do you think others perceive you?

I think people see me as a Barbie doll.

So, let me clarify something: I am NOT Barbie.

Do you know why I'm not Barbie?

You see, Barbie has always been popular. Everyone loves her. And, when she and Ken brokeup? It was everywhere. It was on all the news programs, talk shows, everything! People sent her cards, letters, gifts, phone numbers. Oh yes, all these things to a DOLL! So, Barbie apparently accepted all these things, put on her cute little outfit with her high-heel shoes, and moved on with her life. Everyone was so happy. YAY for Barbie.

Well, I'm not Barbie.

My parents are DEAD. They were murdered. I had to go help the sisters with yet another demon problem. I couldn't be there to save my own parents because I'm their toy, their little witchy Barbie. I got to the hotel in time to see my parents dead in puddles of their own blood. And did anyone even say they were sorry? Did anyone ask how I was? Did I get a card, a letter, a damn phone call? NO.

So, screw perception. Clearly, I'm not Barbie.

Fortune: Some people have it, some people seek it, some claim to predict it, and some say that it favors the brave. Write a ficlette inspired by the word "fortune."


She can't get the picture out of her mind. She had seen them that day in the park. They were laughing, smiling, alive. She wished that could have been the last time she saw them; she so desperately wanted that happy memory to replace the one in her mind. The last time she saw her parents was on the floor of their hotel room, lying in puddles of blood. She couldn't move; she couldn't breathe. It wasn't right; it couldn't be happening.

Fortune used to be her friend. She faced demons and came away with minor scratches; everything had a nice, magical way of working itself out, leaving little mess to clean up. She searched all over - mortal and magical - to find her sister; fortune helped her then, even the Angel of Destiny offered reassurance. Fortune took care of her; fortune held her hand through the rough times. Yet, as she stood there looking down at the dead bodies of her parents, fortune suddenly vanished.

Christy told her to breathe; Christy said she'd take care of it. She looked without seeing; she talked without speaking. Everything felt... broken, and she had no way to fix it. She wanted to call Paige and ask for healing; she knew whitelighters couldn't heal the dead, but maybe she could heal a broken heart, a broken spirit. But, she didn't call for Paige. Christy told her to go the dorm, where she would be safe. She didn't know where Chrisy was going; she didn't even ask. She was numb, with her back against the wall in the hotel hallway, mere steps away from her fallen parents. The only thing that moved were her tears, which ran freely down her cheeks. Oh, fortune, where have you gone?


Poor Billie. This post is inspired from the last episode that aired. If anyone wants to be Billie's friend, yeah... this would be the time.

What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?

Well, there was this one time that I went to magic school (aka Demon Central) without permission. This demon got all big and nasty... then exploded. Yeah. It was random. Apparently, he attacked this other demon. I might have made that demon a little angry. Okay, a lot angry. So, he came the manor, all big and nasty... and he attacked me.

Now, I know, this is sounding confusing. I was unconscious for most of the interesting stuff. From what Phoebe told me? Well, these people from the government found a wounded demon. They kidnapped him and starting experimenting on him. Not cool, even for a demon. What they wanted to do was find a way to give the army some of his power; it would make a super army. I guess for mortals that sounds like a great idea. It's not. They ended up creating a virus that only affects magical beings.

So, big and nasty demon attacked my demon. My demon got big and nasty, then attacked me. So, then I turned into something big and nasty. Then I got sick. Really sick. Like, almost died kind of sick.

The sisters took some of my blood and infected themselves. I don't really know what they did... Phoebe only said they hulked out, kicked some ass, and saved the day. But, it was pretty scary. Phoebe sat there with me for a long time, taking care of me. That's how I know I must've done something way out of my league.