True Love's Kiss

True Love's Kiss

A/N: So I was talking with my friend Jackie today and we, being the huge P/G fans that we are, decided that conclusion to Paige's fairytale in "Happily Ever After" sucked big time and it should be rewritten. So here, my good friends, is a wonderful alternate ending to Paige's fairytale season five's third episode.

True Love's Kiss

"Hear our call, for those who fall, urge her to awaken, from this toxic taken."

Piper Halliwell stood staunchly in front of her fallen baby sister, wholeheartedly expecting the young witchlighter to awaken from her deathly sleep. Piper's teeth lightly grazed her lower pink lip as the seconds ticked by with no outward effect. "Leo?" She asked, gazing up at her husband.

Leo Wyatt bent down to the kitchen floor and pressed his soft fingers to Paige Matthews' wrist, hopefully searching for a pulse to show him that his youngest sister-in-law was still alive. Leo turned back to his wife with a sorrowful expression etched into his firm and yet, strikingly handsome, features. "I'm sorry, Piper, but there's nothing."

Piper pressed her fingers to the counter, softly drumming them in repetitive irritation. She spun around in a quick flash, causing her glossy brown hair to fan out in a halo around her head. "Grams?" She questioned, nearly pleading. "What do we do?"

The long since deceased Penelope Halliwell gazed lazily over at her youngest granddaughter as she lightly played with the thin strap of white and red checkered fabric on her apron. She shook her head, as if really not caring about the problem altogether.

"Focus on vanquishing the Evil Witch, in the hopes that it'll reverse the dark magic." The whitelighter brought himself back to his feet, but his eyes continued to slant downwards, staring at his sister-in-law. "It's our only hope," he added quietly.

In irritation, the eldest living Halliwell tapped her fingers on the table as she looked at her grandmother. "Have you finished the vanquishing potion yet?"

Penny's eyes flitted over to the potion and then her hand found its way to her mouth, stifling a yawn. As Piper moved towards the black kettle, she stepped into the younger witch's path and snatched it up. "Bad batch," she replied as she arched around her granddaughter and carried the potion to the sink, where she promptly poured it out.

Piper gawked, reaching out in protest as the potion swirled down the drain. "Grams-" The sound of the doorbell ringing cut her off and she glanced over her shoulder. "Oh for Pete's sake, who could that be?"

Penny chanced a glance at Leo. "Oh, Leo, would you be a…lamb…and see who that is?"

Leo narrowed his eyes at the deceased witch, thinking there was something definitely off about her behavior. But instead of acting on the notion, he turned and left the kitchen in quest of discovering who was at the door.

Penny's eyes settled on Piper, who was focused on gazing down at Paige. She gave a small sneer as she licked her lips and moved nearer to her granddaughter.

"Honey!"

Penny halted as Leo's surprised voice filled the kitchen. She snorted as Piper turned around and looked at her. She smiled slightly and shrugged her shoulders. "What?"

"Honey," Leo's voice called again, "you might wanna come look at this!"

"Wonderful," the eldest living Charmed One groaned. She shook her head as she made her way out of the kitchen.

Penny took a few steps over to Paige and peered over her deathly pale form. She bit her lip as she knelt down and brushed her index finger over Paige's baby soft face. "If only dead prey was as fun as the live stuff," she murmured in annoyance. "I think you'd be a fun one to go after."

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"What?" Piper snapped as she shimmied into the living room. "What is it now?" Her eyes widened and she froze as she saw came to the door, spying seven little men standing outside all looking up at her and Leo with somber expressions.

The front and foremost little man stepped forward politely and took off his floppy cap, bowing sweetly in front of the Charmed witch. "Sorry for the intrusion, but we have reason to believe that someone here ate a poisoned apple." His head tilted slightly to the right as he gazed at Piper.

The corner of Piper's mouth twitched as she stared in awe at the little man, or dwarf, as it was obvious that he was. But not just any dwarf, Piper reminded herself ruefully, one of The Dwarfs. She chuckled bitterly to herself. One of The Seven Dwarfs. Piper stepped up alongside her husband. "Who are you?" She questioned, already knowing the answer.

The dwarf smiled genuinely and bowed again. His hand then outstretched to the much taller woman before him. "DJ the Seventh, at your service."

Piper gawked. "DJ?"

"Why, Doc Junior, of course," DJ said matter-of-factly. "What else could it be for?" He rolled his eyes. "Doc was my great-great-great-great-great grandfather!"