Title: Welcome to the Fallout
Author: alienangel19852003
Fandom: Charmed
Rating: P-13 violence, character death, and slash
Summary: An attack at the Manor leaves Piper, Phoebe and Leo dead, Chris is lost and Paige is left alone to raise five year old Wyatt.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, and I do not claim to...no infringement is intended.
Author's note: I'm sure this kind of fic is probably overdone these days. But I just had to do it.
Chapter 1
When you least expect it
San Francisco California, 2009
Piper Halliwell loved her life. It was finally somewhat normal despite the occasional demonic attacks. It was a typical Monday morning she was cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Her husband was off seeing over some of his charges. Her sisters were bickering about which American Idol Finalist was better.
Her sons were at Magic School. Chris was finally three and Wyatt was five they were both doing great in Magic School they both loved practicing their magic openly, but she planned to put them in conventional school when they were a bit older.
She smiled to herself thinking about her life was almost perfect. The smile quickly disappeared when she heard a scream from the parlor. She threw down the dish towel and went to see what was up. She went in to see her sisters battling two Brute Demons and a Darklighter.
Leo orbed in a second later to heal a fallen Phoebe who lay unconscious on the floor. She was slightly surprised by her husband's sudden entrance that she didn't have time to blow up the Darklighter before he shot an arrow which struck Leo in the chest.
Piper screamed and then she flicked her wrist blowing up the Darklighter. Phoebe, who had been partially healed when the Darklighter hit Leo with the arrow, joined her sisters in battling the Brute Demons. The Charmed Ones were cornered when more and more demons shimmered in. One lone Darklighter stood back watching the battle with a smirk on his face.
Wyatt was doing some telekinetic painting, when his little brother called out for him.
"Wyatt!" Chris wailed.
Wyatt let the brush fall to the floor and ran over to his little brother. He could see how scared Chris was.
"What's wrong Chris?" he asked.
"The bad men are at the house. They hurt Mommy and Daddy and Auntie Peebe and Auntie Pagee," Chris wailed.
Wyatt tensed and his shield went up around them.
"What did you see?" Wyatt asked.
"They got hurt," Chris said tears were running down his cheeks.
"I've got to go tell them," Wyatt said.
"I go too," Chris said.
"No way, you stay here," Wyatt said.
"I said I go too," Chris whined.
"You are not," Wyatt said grating out each syllable to stress to his little brother that coming along might be dangerous before orbing away.
Chris grabbed his hand and orbed with him at the last second.
"Am too," Chris said as they rematerialized in the kitchen.
The cries of anguish from the parlor brought both frightened boys in to investigate. They were greeted with the most horrific sight. Their father was lying motionless with an arrow sticking out of his chest. Their aunts were kneeling next to their mother.
"Too late," Chris whispered backing up against the door frame.
"Mommy, Daddy?" Wyatt called out frantically stepping away from Chris and running over to where his mother was lying on the floor.
Wyatt was about to pull the Darklighter's poison arrow out of his father's chest but a bloodied hand wrapped around his wrist and stopped him.
"Wyatt... don't... it's poison," his mother croaked out, "I want you to take your brother and get out of here."
"Mommy," Wyatt tried to argue.
"No arguments, I need you two out of here!"
Wyatt was further encouraged to leave by his aunt Phoebe who was trying to attend to his mother, who had just took a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Wyatt wasn't so young that he didn't know her eyes weren't going to open again.
Chris didn't move he stood in the same spot with his gaze fixed on the Darklighter in the crystal cage. Chris could hear his Aunt Paige shouting at the Darklighter but he wasn't really listening he was simply staring at what was hidden in the Darklighter's right hand.
"Mommy," Wyatt whispered, tears streaming down his face as he looked down at his mother, staring straight into the wound that seemed to go straight through her stomach. He could see most of it his Aunt Phoebe was blocking most of the injury as she lay crying hysterically on top of her sister.
Chris continued to watch the demon trying desperately to remember what had happened next in his vision.
"How did you set this up?" Aunt Paige demanded.
"You'll never know that, Witch," The Darklighter grinned broadly, "Because I'm going to kill the entire Charmed line with one fell swoop."
"Out!" Chris shouted.
He orbed just as the Darklighter pressed the button on the detonator. Chris had never orbed before. He was in between realms when the blast knocked him out cold.
Whitelighter genes kicked in and Paige and Wyatt orbed a out too but not in time to get far. They rematerialized unconscious in the same spot seconds after the blast. The house had basically been reduced to ash by then.
A/N:
I made some edits, not sure if anyone is even still interested in this fic.