37A/N: Okay, so it took me like six months, but I'm back. Sorry, but I hadn't had the time to write anymore. So, I wrote the beginning for this story just now… I have to warn you, after seeing the new version of Charlie and the chocolate factory, I really found it was time to see the original one. And I've kind of gotten addicted to it…
A/N: So, I hope everyone likes this already…
Disclaimer: I do not own any character that you recognize from tv… Gilmore Girls characters are unfortunately owned by Amy Sherman-Palladino, while Charmed characters are owned by Constance M. Burge. Hannah and Prue, however, are mine and so is everyone else you don't know…
The Story so far: Five years ago, Piper and Leo Halliwell-Wyatt and their two children, Wyatt and Chris, left San Francisco for the small town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut, after losing their powers. There, they met a very hyperactive Inn owner named Lorelai Gilmore and her husband, Luke Danes. The two families became friends and soon the Halliwell-Wyatt's were a part of the community. Piper got a job as the teacher of a cooking class at Stars Hollow High and Leo got a job as a doctor. During their first year there, both Lorelai and Piper got pregnant. So respectively nine and ten months after the arrival of the Wyatt's, Hannah Mia Gilmore-Danes and Prudence Melinda Halliwell were brought into the world. Jess also transferred to Yale. That's the story of Small Town Life and what happened in between…well, you'll just have to read and find out.
"Lorelai!" Luke roared from the kitchen. He couldn't believe this.
"What's the problem?" His wife yelled from upstairs.
"Get in here!"
Lorelai sighed and ran downstairs. "Yes?"
The man just pointed at the white kitchen cupboards. "Why are there pink bunnies on there?"
Lorelai couldn't help but grin when she saw the piece of art that was on display all over the kitchen.
"Why are you laughing? This is not funny!" Luke shook his head.
"You know, I think I know why this happened."
Luke frowned "There is a reason why our daughter suddenly felt the urge to draw on cupboards?"
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Hannah, hon, come from behind the door, will you?"
The four-year-old entered, looking at the floor. Luke didn't understand that. How did she know that the girl had been standing there?
"Instinct." Lorelai answered, as if he'd said it out loud. She lowered herself to her daughter's level.
"Hannah?"
"Yes mommy?"
"Why are there bunnies on the cupboards?"
"They're elephants, mommy!"
Lorelai smiled. "Okay, why are there elephants on the cupboards?"
Hannah looked from her mother to her father and back to her mother. "Because you told me to go and draw in the kitchen."
Lorelai frowned. "Hannah, on what do we draw normally?"
The little girl shrugged. "Paper?"
"Good." Lorelai nodded. "And on what don't we draw?"
Now this was a harder question. "Daddy's menu's?" The girl tried.
Lorelai and Luke both chuckled at this comment. "Yes, that is true, but not what I meant. When mommy tells you to go draw, you draw on some paper, not on the walls, not on the table, not on the cupboards. Not on any piece of furniture whatsoever. Okay?"
"Okay mommy."
Lorelai gave her a hug and stood up.
Hannah went to her father and looked up. "I'm sorry, daddy."
Luke sighed. He couldn't resist those eyes. "Oh come here!" He picked Hannah up and twirled her around.
"Mommy, mommy!" Piper opened her eyes. Where was she? She looked around. Had she really fallen asleep on the couch again?
"What's wrong Prue?"
The girl held up a soaked doll, which was dripping on the floor. "Wyatt threw Veruca in the toilet!"
Piper sighed. Veruca was Prue's favourite doll, Lorelai had given it to her two years ago (and gave it her name). She got up and went to the stairs, taking Prue by her free hand.
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell! Get down here immediately!" Seven-year-old Wyatt stormed down the stairs. He was still holding a lego helicopter, which he had been playing with.
"Yes mommy?"
"Why did you throw Veruca in the toilet?"
Wyatt looked at her, not-understanding and then saw Prue. "I didn't throw the doll in, she did it herself!" The little boy exclaimed.
Prue put out her tongue behind her mother's back. "I did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!
"Did too!"
"Will you stop it! Both of you!" Piper sighed. It was like she was little again and standing between her two sisters.
"Prue did it." A little voice from the stairs said.
Piper looked up. "Chris?"
The six year old shrugged. "I saw it."
"Tell-tale!" Prue reacted.
"Prudens Melinda Halliwell!"
"Wyatt made me do it! He told me that I wouldn't dare."
Piper shook her head.
"Okay. Prue, lying is not nice. You can't just blame things on your brother. No dessert tonight."
"But mommy!" The girl complained.
"No buts. And now go give Veruca a bath." The little child nodded and disappeared to her room.
"Now, Wyatt."
The boy was looking at the floor.
"It is not nice of your sister to accuse you, but your sister is still little and you can't mess around with her head, you understand what I am saying?"
The boy nodded. "I can't tell her that she's a scaredy-cat."
"Good, so, no more making Prue do silly things. You won't get dessert either."
"But it's not my fault she's so dumb!"
"Wyatt! Watch your words or you'll go to bed early today."
Sulkingly, the little boy went up the stairs to his own bedroom.
Piper wanted to go to the kitchen, when she saw a figure still sitting on the stairs. "Chris? What's wrong?"
"Am I not getting dessert either?"
Piper frowned. "Why wouldn't you get dessert?"
"'Cause I'm a blabbermouth."
"Chris, come here." The boy came down the stairs. Piper gave him a hug. "You just told the truth, there is nothing wrong with that." Chris nodded and smiled.
"I don't like it when they fight."
"I know, honey, me neither, but you don't have to worry about it too much, they love each other."
"They do?"
Piper smiled and sat down on the couch. "Come sit on my lap."
Chris crawled on her lap. "When mommy was little, aunt Prue and aunt Phoebe were always fighting like Wyatt and Prue."
"Really?"
"Yes, and mommy tried to solve it as well. And when we got bigger, they stopped fighting and became good friends."
"What about aunt Paige? Didn't she fight with you?"
"No honey, remember that we told you that we met aunt Paige after aunt Prue had died?" A tear rolled over her cheek.
"Don't cry mommy." Piper smiled and pressed her son against her. "I love you."
"I love you too mommy."
"Now go and play."
Chris ran upstairs.
Piper sighed. She missed Prue. Every time she saw her little girl, she reminded her of her older sister. It was remarkable how much she looked like her aunt.
The phone rang.