DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Going to Uncle Cal's would be fun for all of the family, more or less. Ethan was going to come along and he'd finally get the chance to have a word with him about becoming a protector for Sam, which would by far be one of the smartest things he could ever do. At least with what Cal would give him, he would be... Protected. Protected from being manipulated and taken over by Eli, which would make Eli's job siginificantly harder. Especially if erasing memories wasn't going to be possible. A man with no soul is some dark shit, in all reality, so when it comes down to it? Yeah, he's going to have to be careful, especially if Ethan is protected more or less entirely from dark magic.
Fun!
Well, regardless, they made breakfast and everything, and Sam found that Elena, much like Max, was a good cook. She made a big breakfast for everyone, and Chandler was a prime example of how good she was at cooking - why? Because he cleared his plate within minutes. He loved mom's food. His dad was French, though, and for the longest time was his only parent. His dad was a good cook, but, there was something about Elena's cooking that was much better. She seemed to have perfected it, which was nice.
Soon enough, though, they found themselves right next door to Max's house, and it was there that they were faced with Cal's front door.
They reached out to knock, and as they did, before they could even grab the knocker, well, the door opened.
And there he was. Cal.
"Hi." He said, "I've been expecting you."
He opened the door up. "Hello, Chandler." He looked down at the young boy.
"Hi, Mr. Osias." He said, shyly.
"What can I do for you today?" He asked.
--
"Sort of, yes. That's what Witness Protection is like." He said, "We pretend that the other person died and we become someone else. We only do that because... There might be someone out there that wants to hurt us or come after us, so... We do that so that we know we're safe and no one can find us, okay?" He smiled. "Nothing to be confused about, just-"
"No, no, I wasn't electrocuted for it, I-"
Oh no.
"No, no, Jane Donovan wasn't for your safety, no, that's different." He said. "No no no, Piper, don't be upset. Please, you don't have to be Jane Donovan. Don't cry." He said. He reached out to touch her but he knew that wasn't going to go down well, so, he pulled back. "No, look, it's not like that." He said, "Witness Protection is something that the police do for you. No one gets shocked. I promise. Piper, oh god..." He whispered and looked away.
Fuck.
This wasn't what he intended.
"It's okay. You don't need to be Jane Donovan. I won't make you be her." He said, "You can be Piper Whitman."
But then she started sharing everything that this guy had on them, and gradually... Mark's relaxation disappeared and he became one thing: Panicked. Jittery. How the fuck was he ever going to explain any of this? He'd texted Reba hours ago but now he'd forgotten about all of this. He'd forgotten about how he said he was on his way back. Charlie was going to be long since at home now. Hell, they were in their driveway but still, that wasn't the point. His family was going to know that he had been in there for hours talking to some random girl, and Reba was going to see this girl and Mark's stressed look if she looked out the window, and she was going to know that something was going on.
"No, I don't want to read the books." He whispered, "I don't want... No, I've heard enough." He said. "Thank you, Piper... I..."
He couldn't breathe. He was struggling to breathe.
He even followed Charlie's after school activities. Did he know about the sports he took part in and the little societies he sat in? He was part of some sort of Reading and Writing thing, right? He knew all of that. He knew everything. He knew every little detail.
He felt sick.
"Let'sgoinsidenowPiper." He quickly said, and he stepped out.
The cold air hit his face.
He felt better and worse. He looked towards the window...
How the fuck was he going to explain all of this to Reba?
Fun!
Well, regardless, they made breakfast and everything, and Sam found that Elena, much like Max, was a good cook. She made a big breakfast for everyone, and Chandler was a prime example of how good she was at cooking - why? Because he cleared his plate within minutes. He loved mom's food. His dad was French, though, and for the longest time was his only parent. His dad was a good cook, but, there was something about Elena's cooking that was much better. She seemed to have perfected it, which was nice.
Soon enough, though, they found themselves right next door to Max's house, and it was there that they were faced with Cal's front door.
They reached out to knock, and as they did, before they could even grab the knocker, well, the door opened.
And there he was. Cal.
"Hi." He said, "I've been expecting you."
He opened the door up. "Hello, Chandler." He looked down at the young boy.
"Hi, Mr. Osias." He said, shyly.
"What can I do for you today?" He asked.
--
"Sort of, yes. That's what Witness Protection is like." He said, "We pretend that the other person died and we become someone else. We only do that because... There might be someone out there that wants to hurt us or come after us, so... We do that so that we know we're safe and no one can find us, okay?" He smiled. "Nothing to be confused about, just-"
"No, no, I wasn't electrocuted for it, I-"
Oh no.
"No, no, Jane Donovan wasn't for your safety, no, that's different." He said. "No no no, Piper, don't be upset. Please, you don't have to be Jane Donovan. Don't cry." He said. He reached out to touch her but he knew that wasn't going to go down well, so, he pulled back. "No, look, it's not like that." He said, "Witness Protection is something that the police do for you. No one gets shocked. I promise. Piper, oh god..." He whispered and looked away.
Fuck.
This wasn't what he intended.
"It's okay. You don't need to be Jane Donovan. I won't make you be her." He said, "You can be Piper Whitman."
But then she started sharing everything that this guy had on them, and gradually... Mark's relaxation disappeared and he became one thing: Panicked. Jittery. How the fuck was he ever going to explain any of this? He'd texted Reba hours ago but now he'd forgotten about all of this. He'd forgotten about how he said he was on his way back. Charlie was going to be long since at home now. Hell, they were in their driveway but still, that wasn't the point. His family was going to know that he had been in there for hours talking to some random girl, and Reba was going to see this girl and Mark's stressed look if she looked out the window, and she was going to know that something was going on.
"No, I don't want to read the books." He whispered, "I don't want... No, I've heard enough." He said. "Thank you, Piper... I..."
He couldn't breathe. He was struggling to breathe.
He even followed Charlie's after school activities. Did he know about the sports he took part in and the little societies he sat in? He was part of some sort of Reading and Writing thing, right? He knew all of that. He knew everything. He knew every little detail.
He felt sick.
"Let'sgoinsidenowPiper." He quickly said, and he stepped out.
The cold air hit his face.
He felt better and worse. He looked towards the window...
How the fuck was he going to explain all of this to Reba?