Freckles (a charmed and Marvel fanfiction)

EP1:part 2

Something wicca comes this way

"Well, that's terrific" prue smiles with joy.

"Which is why the board wants someone a little more qualified to handle the collection from now on. You look surprised." Roger continues with a condescending voice

"I don't know why. I'm furious. Not only have I been on this project since its inception, but I'm the curator who secured the entire exhibition." prue fumed "You're the person a little more qualified aren't you?" she realized.

"I could hardly say no to the board of directors, could I? But I know you'll be happy for me, after all, what's good for me is definitely good for you. Right, Miss Halliwell?" he explained asking prue to sympathise him

"Miss Halliwell? Since when did we stop being on a first-name-basis? When we stopped sleeping together or when I returned your engagement ring, Roger?" prue sassed

"I didn't realize the two were mutually exclusive. Although I certainly enjoyed one more than the other." Roger replied with a sinister grin.

"Bastard" prue shouts as she turns to leave

"Prue, wait." prue stops in the door way. "I feel like I should say something if only to avoid a lawsuit." he continues wich only angers her further. As She leaves Roger's pen in his pocket leaks and he gets a blue ink spot on his shirt. He takes the pen out of his pocket and it squirts in his face.

---Quake---

Piper is in the kitchen making her audition meal. Just as she's pouring the port wine in a measuring cup, Chef Moore enters the kitchen.

His strong french accent rings through the kitchen. "Your time is up. Let's see"

Chef Moore reads an index card with the meals name "Roast pork with gratin of fennel and penne with a port giblet sauce."

Piper has not yet finished and tries to inform chef Moore "chef Moore...."

"What?" the man snaps

"Uh, the port..." she has no chance to finish before chef Moore goes on a tangent.

"Yes, without the sauce it is nothing more than a salty marinara. A recipe from a woman's magazine. Puh!" he spits at the thought.

"I didn't have time for" she tries again " ah ah" he interrupts

"But, but ..." Moore puts some on a fork and raises it to his mouth. Piper waves her hands around and he stops. He stands there like a statue. "Chef Moore? Chef Moore?" She waves her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Hello?" She picks up a baster and fills it up with some port. She dribbles some on Chef Moore's forkful of food. He unfreezes and puts it in his mouth.

"Mmm ... this is very good. C'est magnifique." Chef Moore compliments

---museum of natural history---

Roger sits in his office talking with board members on the phone as he is faced with his back to the door.

"It was my idea to spark corporate interest in private donations. Not only have I been with this project since its inception" roger lies as Prue walks in his office. "but we both know who really secured the entire exhibit." He swings around on his chair and sees Prue. "Prue ..."