I Don't Expect A Warm Welcome [Tenley]

[jonathan allen halliwell]

Saturday morning - 9:14 AM

He was completely insane. Why the hell was he back here in the Halliwell Manor? Sure, it was his home. But that was the key word. Was. As in formerly, past tense. Jonathan Allen Halliwell didn't live in the Halliwell Manor anymore. He hadn't for months. Leaving through his bedroom window two months ago, John had fled all the way out of San Francisco. For two months in the city of Sacramento, he lived under the alias of Johnathan Allen Starling. It was only recently that he returned to Halliwell as his surname.

But that was it. He had been tired and irritated at his surname. Halliwell this, Halliwell that. Halliwells being suspiciously looked at because the Manor was always noisy with what sounded like explosions and yells. Sure, the family fought. But not in the way that neighbors thought. He was absolutely tired of demons and fighting. He wanted a normal life. One where he didn't have four evil relatives. It was just enough to push him to near sanity.

John had changed. That was for sure obvious. His wardrobe now consisted of more "mature" clothes. Mature in terms of no more bright-colored t-shirts. More like Venom from Spider-Man just raided John's closet and infected it. His guitar was back "home" in the apartment of Jonathan Starling. But that didn't mean that John wasn't carrying anything. Inside his jacket pocket, his pistol was safely hidden from view.

Jonathan Halliwell wasn't a violent person. But things changed. After moving to Sacramento, he joined the local Sacramento police force. When he moved back to San Francisco, he resigned....and joined San Fran's police force. Why he had done that was completely unknown to him. Joining the police force was much of a stupid idea. Then again, so was coming back to the Manor.

John looked around and examined the living room. Still the same. After all, he had only been away for two months without warning. Okay, that didn't sound too good either.

Sighing, he stood still as barely a sound was made in the Manor. It was quite a shocker that nobody had heard him super-speed into the Manor. But he had quietly closed the door so....

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, John swirled around, his eyes narrowing. *Crap, crap, crap.* he thought, his hand instinctively darting to his jacket pocket. But his body relaxed as he saw who it was. His brow furrowed, "Tenley...."

He didn't expect a warm welcome from his little sister. He didn't expect anything of the sort since he had left. Of all his siblings, Tenley was the one that he felt the closest to for some reason. John trusted her with everything. His secrets, random thoughts on his mind, everything. But he hadn't been able to tell her that he had been leaving. He didn't expect a warm welcome. In fact, he wanted her to slap him. Tell him to fuck off and go back to where he went to when he left. He wanted her to forget that he ever existed. Because that was better for her. He left so that he wouldn't have the burden of fighting demons with all of those petty fears he had. He left because he couldn't handle magic. He left because he thought it was his fault. His fault that four Halliwells had turned evil. Why? Because it was common to blame the eldest. So John blamed himself. Of course.

He still didn't expect a warm welcome. He wasn't Jonathan Halliwell anymore. He was Jonathan Starling, police officer who played the guitar in his spare time. Tenley had to forget him for her own good.

[tenley angelina halliwell]

hello baby you called, i can't hear a thing!

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i have got no service in the club you say-say!



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the iPhone on her nightstand buzzed, and tenley halliwell lightly groaned as she heard it. she wanted to sleep more. it was saturday morning for heaven's sake, and she was allowed to sleep in. but no, someone just had to text her. her head was lightly pounding from the giant party she had attended the night before. well, it seemed more like a concert, because her best friends--acting as her 'managers' had booked her for this event. and of course, as usual, she rocked it. even if she couldn't remember most of it, tenley could remember what she performed and how she performed it. everything after that was just a blank or black. the one good thing about getting drunk was that you could pass out--for tenley that was excellent.

lying in bed, she stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the phone as it continued to buzz. not a text, a call. but she didn't want to talk, because her head was still just hurting. grabbing the water bottle, and a bottle of aspirin, she downed half of the water and popped three pills in her mouth. with a sigh, she laid back onto the purple pillows, waiting for herself to 'sober' up. hangovers usually didn't last long with her, they were overthrown by the pain of other people's thoughts or the remembrance of a premonition the night before. tenley suddenly got up, and headed over to her mirror, wondering how horrible she looked.

actually it wasn't that bad, even for four hours of sleep. her dark eye make-up wasn't even smudged, though the star that had been glued to her face near her left eye had come off and was now stuck to her shoulder. her green eyes blinked as she ran her hands through her long blond hair. that had definitely changed within the last few months. it was longer, by both natural, and extensions, and instead of straight, it was loosely curled. the underneath was bright yellow in color, while the top still held her natural platinum blond. her eyebrows were now darker, while her bangs were longer (by magic of course, because not even fast growing hair could grow that fast.

fixing her camisole shirt, used as an undershirt and a pajama top, she turned away from the mirror and back to her bed, ready to fall back in. suddenly, there was a slight whimper and she saw her pomeranian, coco, standing there looking expectantly at her for food. "alright, alright. hold on..." she said, going over to the drawer and pulling out floral decorated pajama shorts, and pulling them over the black rhinestoned thong. "come on, she murmured, walking to the door and opening it, the dog following her. the hallway was silent, and tenley tried to be as well. her footsteps could still be heard though, and she only hoped that she wouldn't wake anyone up.

she came down the stairs slowly, watching coco twirl in and out of her well-manicured, black polished painted feet. tenley smiled, her lips still maroon from the lipstick before. long-lasting really did mean long-lasting. then she looked up, so she could see where she was going and she wouldn't trip and fall. tenley paused in the middle of her steps, just looking at the young man standing in the living room with surprise written on her face. slowly, she came forward more, and went into the living room rather than heading to the kitchen. coco barked slightly, and she made a hand motion telling the dog to quiet down.

"johnny..." she whispered. tenley looked up at him as she came closer, examining him. what was it two months since she had seen him? not a word, not a phone call, nothing. tenley seemed sincere on how she looked, maybe a bit happy that she was seeing him after all this time. but ten could play a pretty mean poker face, she wasn't happy, not at all. she raised a hand as though she were going to hug him. nope. bearing her teeth as though she were growling and with all the force in the world that would back her--it was a lot because she took martial arts--her hand smacked right across his cheek with a defining sound that sounded like rock hitting pavement or something to that effect.

"get the hell outta my house, now... i don't care where, just do it right now..." she said, her tone angry. it was almost as though she were channeling her mother right now whenever prue got mad at tenley or even aunt piper. she felt as though she lost two brothers now, and it killed her inside. she felt as though she couldn't trust anyone any more and tenley didn't like that feeling. her hand was pounding and turning bright red compared to the contrast of her pale skin. she stopped the thoughts that were coming to her from him. she didn't give a remote damn wherever he was or what he did.

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i left my head and my heart on the dance floor

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[jonathan allen halliwell]

Saturday morning - 9:15 AM

His head snapped back as she slapped him. It still fucking hurt even after his police training of "pain resistance". So much for resisting pain. Recovering, John tightened his grip on the inside of his jacket pocket, the metal of his gun relaxing him. *Keep your cool, John.* He looked at her as she spoke, a certain anger inherited from Prue in her voice. He wasn't fazed. After all, he expected this. He expected it all. But the truth was, John didn't care. He wasn't hurt that his little sister just slapped him. He wasn't hurt that Tenley just told him to go the hell back to where he came from. Well, he did expect that almost exact thing. Not much of a surprise.

Raising his arms in a half-shrug, half-gesture-of-innocence, John spoke, his tone noticeably amused, "You think it's that easy? For me to leave again and go to God knows where? To pretend like I didn't come here to check on my family? My little sister and her partying? It's not that hard to leave and forget that I tried to see how everyone was doing." It was the truth. He missed his family. But he wouldn't let Tenley know that much. He held up one hand, "Wait, don't answer that. You know what, Tenley? You don't understand. You don't understand why I left and why I came back. You just want me to leave. That's it, right? You get straight to the point without hearing my side of the story. It's stupid. You wouldn't let me explain before you just nearly dented my face in. Now, if you can contain yourself," He smirked while saying "contain", his voice still amused. "I'll explain."

Without a second thought, John pulled his gun out, laying it on the side table beside the couch. He took a step away from the table and held his hands up in innocence, "I'm in the police force, Tenley. That's just so you don't jump to conclusions and think I'm in a gang or whatsoever. But anyway. I left, all right? I get that. And I'm sorry I left. But if I said anything to anybody else, I'd probably get a lecture from Mom and then all chances of me even leaving the house would probably be crushed. So...I just jumped out my window and ran." He sighed, "I left for a reason. Magic was becoming to much for me. Four Halliwells are evil for God's sake! And you know what? It's my fault. My fucking fault. Because I'm the oldest, the one who's supposed to take care of everything! It's like Mom. Aunt Piper, Aunt Phoebe, and Aunt Paige always looked up to her. And with the others...I feel the same. Like I've got the fucking world on my shoulders. And it just got too much."

He dropped his hands to his side. Hopefully, Tenley couldn't tell that he was lying in his next sentence, "I stripped myself of my powers. I had a friend who was a witch help me. I'm not technically a Halliwell anymore, Tenley. I'm over with magic."

[tenley angelina halliwell]

hello baby you called, i can't hear a thing!

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i have got no service in the club you say-say!



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tenley stood back after she slapped him, pain flowing up her hand and arms still. she knew that if it hurt her, it would hurt him. though it didn't take long for him to recover. usually people fell back on the floor after being hit with that force. tenley had gone through rigorous martial arts training since she was like six years old. she had to have some power through that tiny little body of hers. she heard his thoughts and she couldn't help but scoff, slightly. keep his cool? none of prue's kids were able to do that. it was genetic.

eyes were glaring as he spoke to her, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him. he couldn't honestly think that she wouldn't believe him. like him, it seemed she had changed. she didn't care anymore. her lips opened up to speak but he stopped her with a raise of his hand, telling her not to answer him. his amused look was totally pissing her off for some reason and when he talked about her 'constant partying", she wanted to slap him again. partying came with a price, and she knew it, and she paid it every time she did it. she didn't say anything, not even answering his question, whether it was rhetorical the second time or not. she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "fine... whatever," she said with a sarcastic tone, raising her eyebrows.

tenley looked at the gun on the table and her lips parted as she gasped slightly, and took a step back. tenley did not like guns. ever since her father threatened her ex with one, tenley absolutely hated the idea of them. and he brought one in the house. his hands went up though and she shook her head lightly. what the hell? was he in a gang or something? god, she could only imagine it. he'd be in so much more trouble than she ever would be. she heard his explanation and instantly, her mind wandered back to that day when he did leave. tenley had come into his empty room, hoping for some help with a song, and she didn't find him there. she figured that he was out somewhere; but after two weeks, tenley was crushed. she turned away from him. there was probably nothing he could say that could help her with her distress and anger. "god, do you know how selfish you sound now? sure everyone looks up to you, but you just suck it up and be a man! it's what being the oldest is about! mom deals with it everyday... and don't give me the whole 'you're the baby of the family, you don't understand', cause i do. cause whatever thoughts your having are going straight to my mind."

suddenly she whipped back around and looked at him her eyes wide. "you did what...?" she asked, very much surprised. but she shook her head and put a frown back on her face. "guess that leaves everything up to me now... poor mom. two sons and both of them turn out to be a disappointment, one's evil and one's a chicken..." she totally knew that maybe she had crossed the line, but there wasn't anything that tenley wouldn't do when she was tired, had no sleep for at least three months and when she was confronted.

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[jonathan allen halliwell]

Saturday morning - 9:17 AM

"Selfish? That's what you think?" In a flash, his hand had darted to the gun and grabbed it. The feel of the cold, black metal was comforting in his hand. He tucked it back into his jacket pocket. He ignored her comment about being a man. I know you can read my thoughts, Tenley. I'm not stupid. And you're right. I'm a chicken. I did the stupid thing and ran away.

He sat down on the armrest of the couch and pulled his gun out again. He had to stop twitching and pulling it out. He was gonna scare Tenley to death. "Look, I had a reason for doing what I did. For doing all that I did. Running away from magic is a normal thing. Maybe I just wanted to be that. Normal. No demon attacks, no explosions." He added, whispering to himself, "No fears."

Looking at Tenley straight in the eye, he purposely sent her a telepathic message, *I had clinical depression, Tenley. Remember that day when we were talking in the kitchen and I kept glancing at those knives? I was thinking of committing suicide. But I didn't. I just chose the other option. I ran away from my troubles instead of facing them. But face it. I was thinking of committing suicide. Nobody could help me. So I ran.*

[tenley angelina halliwell]

hello baby you called, i can't hear a thing!

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i have got no service in the club you say-say!



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ten gulped when his hand went back to the gun, and she looked up at him. "it's--it's exactly what i think..." she said a bit more quietly. she eyed the gun carefully, even if he put it back in his pocket. it was just really disturbing to her, seeing her brother with that, it was like he was turning into alex, only in a mortal way. tenley had to go over french and russian conjugations in her head to keep herself from crying or tearing up. languages was how she kept her cool. "i'm not reading anything. they just seep in, i-i-i can't control it anymore. you don't wanna know half the things i know about our neighbors... about what mom and dad think every time they look at each other... what boys want to do when they see me walk into a room..." tenley shuddered. she didn't know what was happening to her anymore, but she figured since her emotions were out of control because of the insomnia, and being out of control in emotions caused her powers to go wacko.

when he pulled out his gun again, tenley backed up against the wall and looked at it warily. her face went even paler, and she moved quickly to the other couch across from him and looked down at her toes, wiggling them so she would have something to distract her. "do you know how much i want that. to be normal, to get the hell out of here, have an actual life?" she said, narrowing her eyes and looking at him in disbelief. there was no one more than her. no one. "but i'm not going to abandon my family, no matter how i feel about them... and no matter what."

tenley twirled a piece of her hair, and suddenly she heard his voice in her mind as he stared at her. her mouth opened in a maroon 'o' and she rubbed her arms ever so slightly. she didn't know what to say. tenley knew why he had been looking at those knives, but she didn't say anything. she could've helped couldn't she? ten didn't know. what could an eighteen year old like her say to stop someone from hurting themselves. she looked down at the scratches on her own arms. not from a suicide attempt, but from the werewolf she had met in the club the other night. basically dating him could be considered killing herself though. werewolves were dangerous. "johnny..." she murmured, looking away from her arms and him.

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lyrics! • telephone by lady gaga (feat. beyonce)
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[jonathan allen halliwell]

He didn't care. That just came to him. Now. He didn't care. He shouldn't have cared. That Tenley wouldn't forgive him. It wasn't his problem. No. It was Jonathan Allen Halliwell's problem. He was Jonathan Allen Starling now. And he wasn't even supposed to be here. The Halliwell Manor wasn't his home anymore.

He looked at Tenley, forgetting that he had once loved her as a sister and looked to her as a friend. That wasn't him. Tucking his gun back into his pocket, John stood up and walked toward the door, opening it. And without looking back, for the second time in his life, John walked out of the Halliwell Manor without as much of a goodbye.

FIN

[tenley angelina halliwell]

((screw teh header... comps being a douche to open it...))

tenley waited for his reaction, she looked at him with such eagerness like she once did when they were helping each other write songs or music. but there was something different about him. she could tell just by the thoughts in his mind, the look in his face and the face he kept on taking his gun out. johnny was different, he wasn't johnny any more, just like alex wasn't alex. what the hell was going on with her family? were they really that screwed up? johnny, the now moody and tempermental 'who-gives-a-damn' guy; alex, the evil writer; and then there was tenley, who in her mind seemed the most screwed up of all three of them.

she gulped when she looked at him. it wasn't those brotherly eyes anymore. they looked at her as though she were a stranger or an aquantince. she didn't like it. maybe she had given him a rough time, but he had left, and ten didn't take to abandonment all that well, or even forgive it. she watched the gun go back in his pocket as he stood up and walked away. she opened her mouth to stop him, but nothing came out, cause she knew that it wouldn't help. as she heard the door open and slam, black tears poured down her face and she got up, headed into the kitchen.