Chris had left their new compatriots preparing anything and everything
that might help in the fight against Benias' minions. Unfortunately
the agents were still at a loss as to how to fit the witches into
their scenario. Sam was in his own little world working on the
"How are you holding
up?" Chris asked as he drove them towards the hotel.
Sam actually blinked
and looked at his friend with a little surprise. It wasn't that
he was shocked at his partner's concern, it was just that he realised
he hadn't actually been thinking about his situation at all. His
mind had been on the problem of keeping the Halliwells and Leo
a secret from Malone, not on himself at all.
well," he said truthfully.
His friend glanced
at him as gave him one of the patented Chris-wants- to-know-if-your-telling-the-truth
Chris asked calmly.
replied with a smile, "honestly. I've already done the freak
out thing. My mother's a very practical woman and she instilled
it me. If you can't change it, just get on with it." He thought
about it for a moment. "That's probably why I'm here talking
to you and not dwelling in the murky world of demons."
Chris responded. "That's all you're going to say? Yesterday
demons and witches were fairytales; today there are three witches
who want to be our very best friends and you're part demon, and
all you have to say is you've done the freak out thing!"
At that Sam took a
moment to look at his friend. Things had been so weird and mixed
up that Sam had never actually taken the time to wonder how Chris
would be dealing with the whole situation.
"You're not very
comfortable with this are you?" he finally decided.
Chris didn't say anything.
been the believer," Sam commented, actually quite surprised.
There was more than
a few seconds' silence.
Chris finally admitted, "but I'm having a little trouble
with the reality. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it'll
all be a weird dream. How the hell can you be so calm about it?"
"To tell you the
truth it's because of Backup," Sam told him. "If it
wasn't for that vision I ... ah ... borrowed from Phoebe, I think
I'd be a little more off kilter. When this is all over you might
have to check me into the nearest loony bin, but until then we
have a job to do."
They lapsed into silence
for a while longer
Sam said firmly when Chris kept glancing at him. "I don't
care what it is you want to know, just ask."
His partner looked
a little awkward, and Sam could see curiosity warring with concern
on his friend's face.
"What's it like?"
Chris asked as if it was the hardest thing he'd ever said.
"Scary and exciting,"
Sam told him and grinned at Chris' expression when he paused.
"Okay, I'm not really sure," he decided. "Like
this I barely feel any different, there's just this little nagging
sensation at the back of my mind. Oh yeah, and if I can get through
two seconds without thinking about sex I'm doing really well."
Even Chris grinned
"No change there,"
"Oh, it's worse,"
Sam said with a smile. "As for the other me, I'm beginning
to remember bits about last night, but not much. It's like I'm
not quite in control, everything seems so much stronger; emotion,
my senses, the world. I never thought about it before, but I think
there's just so much humans don't perceive."
Thinking about it brought
another memory of the previous night bubbling to the surface.
His mind's eye filled with the slightly remote view of Chris'
empty stare. Sam came to the sudden realisation that he was looking
through another person's eyes at his friend. The feeling the memory
brought with it was not pleasant and the agent shook his head
to clear it.
Chris' voice snapped him back to reality.
replied and pushed the recollection to the back of his mind. "Just
a little flashback that I could have done without. Every now and
then remind me that ignorance is bliss."
Chris was still looking
a little unhappy. There was obviously more bothering him, but
Sam didn't think his friend would be forth coming about it just
yet. Instead the Englishman decided to get back to practicalities.
"So how on earth
are we going to get Pru and sisters into this operation?"
he changed the subject smoothly.
"If it was any
other resource," Chris replied, "I'd suggest the truth,
but can you see Malone's reaction to witches?"
"You can take
the padded cell, I'll take the cage," Sam shot back.
his partner agreed. "First things first though, we have to
make sure Backup is out of the firing line."
Sam acknowledged, "even if we have to lock her in the wardrobe."
Chris grinned at that.
"She'll kill us,"
he commented mischievously.
"And accuse us
of being macho, chauvinistic, bastards," Sam finished. "Do
you have a problem with that?"
"As long as she's
alive to call us whatever names she wants to, it's fine by me,"
They lapsed into silence
again for a while, but this time it was a concentrated, 'agents
on the clock' silence, not the awkward silence which had permeated
the car before.
"Maybe it would
be easier to just get Piper to freeze everyone for a while and
let us get on with this," Sam commented eventually. "Talk
about making our lives difficult. If Malone sees one of the Halliwells
the game will be up."
"We could make
them suspects," Chris suggested, "give us a reason to
keep an eye on them."
Sam raised his eyebrows.
"I can see that
going horribly wrong," he decided firmly, and Chris just
nodded. "How about victims?"
Chris glanced at him
with a questioning look.
"One of our boyfriends
is missing," Sam elaborated. "We can tell Malone we
met them poking around at the club. A male is missing, last seen
in the vicinity, and his girlfriend plus sisters were looking
for him. We've been interviewing them this afternoon. If they
happen to turn up later they're overzealous civilians, and we
can always pull Leo out of the bag as missing boyfriend at a later
A thoughtful look replaced
the frustrated one that had been on Chris' face. Slowly he nodded.
"Sounds like a
plan," he agreed cautiously, "but what have we been
doing all afternoon? We wouldn't have talked to a lead like that
for more than a few minutes, we have to have been looking into
Sam pondered this for
told us jogged my memory," he suggested eventually. "We've
been checking out what I remember, but it was a dead end."
This time Chris's nod
was a little more definite.
"Just tell me
what you remembered," the ex-SEAL decided evenly, "and
we have a workable scenario. Just keep it simple or Malone is
going to smell a rat straight away."
"That's the problem
with working for a man who lies better than a politician,"
Sam said with a grin.
When the job called
for certain things, Backup was quite willing to play her part,
but she did feel a little uncomfortable in the outfit her current
assignment required. PVC was not the most subtle of materials
and it was also hot and sticky, but it got her noticed the moment
she walked into the club. The bustier was precariously tight and
it lifted everything to give just the right effect, but even if
she looked calm on the outside, she didn't have to feel great
on the inside. She smiled at the bartender, sat down and ordered
a scotch on the rocks. He smiled back and his eyes wandered all
over her, just as she had expected.
"You're much prettier
than the clientele we usually get in here," the man said
as he put down her drink.
"I always like
to scope out the opposition," she replied and ran her finger
around the rim of the glass.
bartender acted surprised, "are you, ah, in the business?"
Backup gave him one
of her most seductive smiles and licked her rouge- covered lips.
Leaning forward so the man couldn't do anything but look down
her cleavage, she drew him closer with a conspiratorial beckon.
"I work for one
of the smaller clubs downtown," she said sweetly. "The
place isn't as classy as this, but the money's good. I'm always
looking for better offers though."
Just as expected the
bartender leered at her lecherously. Backup let him have an eye
full and then sat back on her stool.
around here?" she asked and took a long slow sip of her drink.
The man in front of
her was like a fish on a hook, all she had to do was reel him
in. This excuse for a human being did nothing to improve her faith
in male kind.
"Well I could
put in a good word for you with the management," the bartender
said and wiped the counter as casually as his fixated gaze would
let him. "My name's Johnny, what's yours?"
Backup said with a grin and drew a laugh out of her target, "and
you know what they said about my namesake."
Her net enclosed around
the bartender, and the hunt was over. The man was putty in her
It took her about ten
minutes to figure out the man didn't know anything useful, and
another ten to convince Johnny he wanted to take her back stage.
There were a few girls wandering around but no one really took
any notice of her. She asked a few questions, wandered around
a bit, fended off the wandering palms of the bartender and came
to the conclusion she was wasting her time. There didn't seem
to be anything in the club worth investigating; it appeared to
be a dead end. Very unhappy with the way things were going she
made her excuses, flirted one last time with Johnny just in case
she needed to come back and then left.
To make sure no one
could blow her cover she had parked the hire car a few blocks
away and putting away any thoughts of how vulnerable her outfit
made her look she began to walk. It didn't take her long to hear
the footsteps behind her and slipping her hand into her bag she
put her fingers around her gun. Backup continued to walk and the
footsteps continued to follow her, by the time she neared the
car she was worried. Her most vulnerable moment would be when
she tried to get into the vehicle. Before that point she really
needed to know if the danger was real and what it was. Taking
a deep breath she tightened her grip on her gun, mentally prepared
herself for a confrontation and turned around.
Nothing, there was
no one in the street behind her. The road was empty and there
was no sign of anyone who could have made the footsteps.
"Tina, get a grip,"
she whispered to herself.
Still on edge she turned
back to the car and came face to face with a woman.
stranger said lightly, "a pretty name to go with that pretty
face. The master wants you."
Before Backup could
respond or react the woman lashed out with a fist. The movement
was so fast even CI5 training couldn't save Tina and she went
flying into the nearest wall as the knuckles connected with her
chin. Her head snapped back, thudded against the brickwork and
the world went black.
Phoebe really was going
to P3. She was going to liase with Piper and then return to Halliwell
Manor for a group meeting, she really was - only reality had other
ideas. The youngest witch was just stepping out of the car when
the premonition hit. She saw a woman by a car telling herself
to get a grip and she saw the vampire creature come up behind
her. Putting together what Sam and Chris had told her about Backup,
Phoebe knew exactly who the victim in the vision was and the witch
couldn't help herself; she had to do something. Pulling out her
mobile phone she dialled home.
She waited impatiently
chewing her lip and then to her dismay the answer machine kicked
in. Knowing she had little time she tried to come up with a sensible
message as the machine told her no one was available to answer
said as the beep sounded, "if you're there, pick up."
She waited a couple
of seconds but nothing happened.
"Okay, I had a
vision. Sam and Chris couldn't have got back in time to stop their
friend being sent out. She's been caught by Benias' she- demons.
I'm going to try and reach Piper, but if she doesn't answer the
phone either I'm going to see if I can help Backup. If I can follow
the demon back to Benias' lair it'll give us the upper hand."
Phoebe hung up and
dialled Piper's number. The phone went straight to her sister's
answering service, which meant Piper was in one of the many mobile
black spots. There was nothing for it; following her instincts
and the vague ideas she had from the vision Phoebe went into action.
"Mr Curtis, Mr
Keel," Malone greeted as the two agents walked into the borrowed
offices they were using as their base of operations, "anything
"We've found another
lead," Curtis told his boss smoothly. "There were some
civilians at the club. It seems that there is another man missing."
Malone said evenly.
sir," Keel explained quickly. "It appears that the middle
sister's fianc went missing last night. Since he hasn't
been floating down the river we think he may have been a last
minute catch after we got away. It's possible he's still alive."
Malone observed his
two agents calmly. There was something about the two that bothered
him; he had a feeling they weren't giving him the whole story.
Of course when it came to 3.7 and 4.5 sometimes it was hard to
gauge what they were up to. They were undoubtedly his best agents,
but sometimes they were almost more trouble than they were worth.
"Any new information
from these civilians?" Malone asked eventually.
"We think our
new missing person disappeared somewhere in the warehouse district
close to the club," Curtis replied and quite calmly looked
Harry in the eye. "It's possible that because of last night's
operation our targets have changed their MO. We'd like to take
a look down there, see if our escape made them make a mistake."
The head of CI5 looked
from one agent to the other considering the request. It was the
next logical move after all. Finally Malone put his doubts down
to his over active paranoia and nodded.
"Very well, gentlemen,"
he said slowly, "but I want to know the moment you find anything."
they said simultaneously.
It was only as they
turned to go and Malone went back to the case folder he had been
reading that anything odd occurred.
"If you don't
mind me asking," Curtis spoke calmly, "where's Backup?"
"I sent her to
investigate one of the other clubs," Malone replied finishing
the sentence he had just started reading.
When he looked up he
was just in time to catch the tail end of a flash of what he assumed
was anxiety on Keel's face. He flicked his eyes over to Curtis
and the man was totally unreadable. Malone knew that Sam Curtis
only ever had that expression on his face when he was hiding a
"Is there something
I should know?" Malone asked pointedly.
Keel said quickly, "you know us, we just worry about Backup."
Harry didn't really
buy the explanation, but he had learned to trust his agents. If
there was something they didn't want to tell him they probably
had a very good reason. It annoyed him slightly, but he was sure
he would find out in time.
"Miss Backus is
quite capable of taking care of herself," he said sternly;
he was not letting them get away with that last comment.
they both said a little too quickly and hovered.
Malone said pointedly.
Sam was still seething
when they reached the car. It had taken a great deal of will power
to face Malone and not tell him quite how far out of his depth
he was. When Chris' mobile had started to ring Sam had a distinctly
bad feeling and his partner's face as he listened to the person
on the other end of the line did not help.
"That was Pru,"
Chris said as he folded his phone away. "She just found a
message on their machine. Phoebe had another vision about Backup.
She went charging to the rescue and now they're both missing."
Sam just stared at
his partner for a moment and the image of Backup lying dead on
the altar flashed through his head yet again.
"We have to find
them, and fast," he said coldly, and he felt the first stirrings
of a rage in his body that he was not sure he could control.
Usually he could turn
all of his emotions off; squash them down in a little place where
he didn't have to acknowledge them until everything was over.
Yet he didn't seem to be able to do the same thing now. It was
a little frightening to find his rigid control so completely breached,
which of course didn't help him come up with a solution.
have sent her," he half said, half growled. "It's obvious
how dangerous it is."
"Yeah, well, it's
too late now," Chris commented, also more than a little annoyed.
"We're just going to have to clean up the mess."
The American glanced
away towards the car, obviously thinking about what to do next.
Sam couldn't help himself, the anger bubbled through his mind
and the world went suddenly luminous. It was irrational, it wasn't
going to do them any good, but he really wanted to kill something,
preferably with his bare hands.
Chris turned back and
his eyes went wide. When his partner took a step away from him
it didn't help Sam's equilibrium much. The Englishman knew his
demon was in control, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"What the hell
are you doing?" Chris asked loudly and anxiously.
for Benias," Sam growled and rational thought had little
to do with his motivation.
"Sam, you're beginning
to worry me," Chris responded, his voice rising a little.
The ex-SEAL actually
looked a little more than worried, he looked about ready to run.
Sam glared at him, unable to hide his anger at all.
"Well I hope I
have the same effect on the bad guys," the Englishman said
Sam took a step towards
the car and Chris looked as if he wanted nothing to do with anything
for a few seconds, then the ex-SEAL put himself between his partner
and the vehicle.
"Get a grip,"
the American almost growled. "For god's sake calm the hell
down. What if someone sees you?" The blonde man's voice began
to rise. "We have to come up with a plan. Charging in there
like a demon army isn't going to help anyone, and I'm sure as
hell not going anywhere with an irrational hellspawn." Chris
was almost shouting now and he didn't seem to be about to stop.
"I mean, look at you. You look like something out of a Stephen
King novel. They're going to see you coming and then they're going
to kill you. All those nasty things will get what they want, and
At that point Chris
seemed to have worked himself up into a tirade and Sam actually
drew to a halt as his friend inundated him with words. Chris didn't
very often loose his rag quite so completely and he actually began
inserting the odd expletive into his diatribe. Sam stood there
in shock as Chris yelled at him. The thing was, Keel out of control
actually struck Curtis as funny. In his thoroughly screwed up
brain, Chris standing in the street, shouting almost incoherently
at him made Sam want to laugh, and that emotion struck the wall
of anger that had been building inside him. The two feelings battled
each other for a little bit and Sam actually felt the anger start
to die down to manageable levels.
It took a few seconds
but slowly the world resolved back into normality and the Englishman
had himself back under control. Chris on the other hand was still
going, and he wasn't even looking at Sam anymore. The smile that
was playing at Sam's mouth evolved into a chuckle and finally
into a full fledged laugh. Then and only then did the ex-SEAL
appear to catch on to the fact that the crisis was over and he
was the one freaking out. His torrent of words drew to an unsure
halt and he just stood there looking at Sam, obviously at a loss
to deal with the sudden change in his partner.
Before the laughter
could turn into hysterics Sam clamped down on it and with a supreme
effort of will asserted his CI5 operative rational. He'd always
had a somewhat black sense of humour and he couldn't quite wipe
the smile completely off his face.
"Let's go find
Backup," he decided eventually and Chris just nodded.
Pru opened the door
with a very black look on her face. She didn't even greet the
two agents, just left the door opened, turned her back and stalked
towards the kitchen. Sam let Chris enter first and then followed,
closing the door behind him. The strange feeling that the house
was staring at him settled in the back of his mind, but he shook
off his disquiet and went to join the others.
"I get the feeling
things are worse than when we spoke," Chris said as soon
as he was into the kitchen.
"We tried a scrying
spell," Piper explained from where she had the Book of Shadows
spread on the table. "It didn't work."
is diverting the spell," Leo added extra explanation. "Phoebe
and your friend could be anywhere in a twenty block radius. We're
looking for a stronger spell."
"You can't find
them at all?" Sam asked, ruthlessly trying to detach himself
from the idea and the emotions it threatened to produce. Digging
his nails into his hand seemed to help.
"Not at the moment,"
Pru said coldly, "but we will."
Phoebe tried to struggle,
but the demons were too strong for her. She couldn't believe how
close she had been to her goal when they had finally caught her.
It was annoying as well as being somewhat terrifying. The demons
dragged her down a long corridor and into a slightly larger room
that the young witch could only describe as a chamber. It had
a high domed ceiling with ornate designs all over it, and at the
very centre was a chair. The room was empty except for one person,
a woman Phoebe couldn't quite see properly lying across the chair
in some state of unconsciousness. Once inside the room the demons
released her with a shove and then quickly retreated the way they
Phoebe muttered to herself. "Love what you've done with the
In the youngest Halliwell's
mind there was no point in getting upset when there was nothing
you could do about it. In her usual practical manner Phoebe berated
herself for being quite so stupid and set about trying to figure
out how to dig herself out of the proverbial hole she had managed
to stumble into. First things first: She walked closer to the
unconscious woman. It was only as the young witch was within a
few feet that she could see her companion's face properly for
the first time. At that point Phoebe did recognise her and cold
fingers of fear ran up her backbone.
"Well, now at
least I know where you are," the youngest Halliwell said
to herself and the unconscious Tina Backus. "You look different
Backup's face was relaxed
in sleep, but at least she wasn't glassy eyed and dead. Phoebe
knew that she probably didn't have long, but while both of them
were alive she had a chance.
consider giving me a hand and waking up, would you?" the
witch said hopefully and put her hand on the other woman's shoulder.
There was no response.
"She can't hear
you," said a cultured male voice and Phoebe spun on the spot.
"I've enchanted her mind and she will sleep until I wake
Fear settled in the
pit of Phoebe's stomach as for the first time she saw the creature
they were up against. He was actually handsome in a supernatural
kind of way and very easy on the eye. Benias was tall, blonde,
and built like a god. Claws tipped long sensual fingers, and the
black silk he was wearing shimmered in the light. His features
were classically beautiful, but his face was missing one thing
- warmth. Totally black eyes caught Phoebe's gaze and there was
no life in them. It was like looking at a dead thing and Benias
made the witch shiver.
"Why is she here?"
Phoebe almost surprised herself when she spoke.
The demon warlock smiled
at her and momentarily dark patterns materialised on the skin
of his face and neck, fading as quickly as they had come. The
youngest Halliwell was reminded of an octopus changing its camouflage.
"She is the sacrifice,"
Benias explained calmly. "Her death will make you mine. Mortals
are so fragile, but their souls can be so useful. My power can
kill you, but I can never control you with it. She'll do that
for me. Her essence will corrupt you, change you and allow my
power dominion over you. Once she is dead you will have no will
"If it's so easy,
why all the talking," Phoebe tried a bit of false bravado,
not that she had any idea what she was going to do next.
Benias laughed at her.
its proper time," he said calmly. "My little pawn isn't
quite ready yet. She has a strong will. No match for mine of course,
but I must make sure she has no defences left by the time of the
The demon walked calmly
towards the chair and, unable to help herself, Phoebe took a step
"She is quite
beautiful," Benias said whimsically and ran a claw along
the side of Backup's face. "I would take the time to enjoy
her but other matters occupy my mind at the moment."
It didn't take a genius
to realise that Benias was, by human standards, completely insane
and for a demon he was pretty freaky too. Phoebe sent up a silent
prayer that her sisters and their secret weapon would find them
"Tina my dear,"
Benias said gently. "Time to wake up. You must meet the woman
you're going to destroy."
For a few moments Backup
didn't move, but then ever so slowly she stirred. At first her
eyelids just moved and then they flickered open for a fraction
of a second. Eventually after a few more blinks, unfocussed brown
eyes wandered around the room. A small frown marred the beautiful
face for a second or so and then Benias reached out and took her
hand. All expression vanished from her face at the contact. Phoebe
watched, fascinated, as the demon helped his victim sit up. The
long black robe Backup was wearing pooled around her on the chair.
"Greet your kindred
sister, my dear," Benias said gently. "Soon your life
will be driving her body."
Almost like a mannequin
the woman stood up slowly and walked towards the stunned Phoebe.
Without pausing and looking straight through the young witch,
Tina put one hand on either of Phoebe's shoulders and then kissed
her lightly on the cheek. Then she turned and walked back to their
she?" Benias said as horror crept up on the witch. "Her
will is all but gone. All that needs to be done now is to replace
that with carnal desire and she will be the perfect catalyst for
He reached out to the
insensible woman and turned her back towards Phoebe. Placing a
hand on the back of her head he closed his eyes and there was
a brief flash of light from his hand. The blank look on Tina's
face slowly transformed into one of hunger. She breathed deeply
as if trying to fight the obvious urges in her body. As if she
were on a string she began to move towards her tormentor and she
reached out her arm towards him. Benias in turn laughed and Phoebe
felt sickened by the whole scene.
"How much do you
want me?" the demon asked slowly.
All that came out of
Backup's mouth was an animalistic growl.
Benias said callously.
Under Phoebe's horrified
gaze Tina reached for the clasp on her robe and without pausing
released it. With a simple shrug the cloth slipped off her shoulders
and fell to the floor, landing around her feet. She was wearing
nothing beneath it. Falling to her knees Backup reached out to
Benias, running her hands up his legs.
said simply before the woman could get any further. "By the
time you die, my pretty," he said, capturing Tina's chin
in one hand, "you will be begging for anything that moves.
Remember the hunger in her eyes," Benias continued, turning
his attention back to Phoebe. "Soon it will be yours."
Then he disentangled
himself from his helpless pawn and strode towards the door.
said almost desperately, "what happens now?"
"I'll leave you
two to become acquainted," the demon said calmly, "and
tonight we shall have our ceremony."
He swept out of the
room and left Phoebe with the still sitting Backup. Ruthlessly
shoving panic aside the witch picked up Tina's discarded robe
and carried over to the motionless woman. She placed it around
the Canadian's shoulders gently, and was rewarded with a look
at the agent's desire filled face. There was no personality in
the eyes that looked at her, just hunger.
"My sisters will
get us out of here," Phoebe promised quietly, but Tina's
expression did not change.
Sam tried really hard
not to pace, but the urge just got the better of him. It was either
wear a hole in the Halliwell's kitchen floor or kill something,
and just then there wasn't anything available for slaughter. Sam
didn't like not being in control; his whole life was one long
mission to be on top of every possible situation. That he and
Chris were waiting on someone else and that Sam wasn't aware of
all the pieces in the puzzle made him a very annoyed individual.
Piper announced and slammed her hand onto the book of shadows.
Sam came to a halt
directly behind her.
demanded a little more harshly than he had intended.
Piper gave him a withering
look and the Englishman had to clamp down on the anger that threatened
to make a reply to her reaction.
"There's a way
we can find Phoebe," the young witch explained, "a ceremony
to locate her. It's in Grams' handwriting and it's a version of
the scrying spell. The problem is it takes three witches and we
only have two."
"Know any more?"
Chris asked which was fortunate because Sam's comment would not
have been so polite.
"It wouldn't work."
It was Leo who spoke as he glanced over Piper's shoulder. "It
needs three witches who understand the individual they seek. I
believe it was written so your Grandmother could find one of you
if you were taken by evil. It looks like she designed it to use
the other two with herself as focus."
Sam felt the anger
bubbling inside him; his demon half crept towards the surface
and the world tinged slightly. He saw Leo glance at him a little
worriedly, but the white lighter did not comment. The nails in
his palm seemed to be helping the half-demon less and less.
blond man said, "we might be able to work with what we have.
I can't use my power directly but I can act as a focus. That leaves
us two witches and," Leo looked directly at Sam, "one
The shock of what the
white lighter was suggesting actually gave Sam back control of
his raging emotions. The incubus retreated as confusion entered
the Englishman's head. Several different questions entered the
agent's mind at the same time. He settled for the simplest.
"When you shared
Phoebe's premonition you were actually inside her head,"
Leo explained. "Unconsciously you leached some of Phoebe's
power which gives you a fundamental understanding of her. That
makes you the perfect third, except for the fact that you have
no clue how to use your abilities."
"Find Phoebe we
find Backup," Sam half asked half stated.
"That's the plan,"
Pru said evenly.
"Can I do anything?"
Chris asked calmly, but Sam could tell his partner was feeling
like a spare wheel.
"How's your will?"
Leo asked slowly.
"He's as stubborn
as a mule," Sam said, finally feeling that there was at last
a glimmer of hope on the horizon.
"Then you can
act as a guardian to the circle. With the amount of black magic
floating around it's best to be safe," Leo told the American
agent. "All you need to do is keep one thought in your head."
"I think I can
manage that," Chris said with a rueful grin.
End of Part