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1x06 : Witch Hazel

Summary : Hearing that the Source is building up his forces, the next generation rushes to make sense the prophecy, but why is the Source freaked out and acting irrationally? And what happens when a mysterious hazel eyed woman wanders into their life? Read and Review.

Chapter One : Within The Blink Of An Eye

Caleb rolled his eyes at the half-cupid he was walking along with. He had been trying to prove to her that he was serious about them giving them a try. Actually, he could not ever remember fighting this hard for a girl, but the only problem was that Prue wasn't fighting for him. So far, he had done everything he asked; hell he had done things she hadn't asked. The constant surprises, proving to her the chivalry wasn't dead - none of it was working though.

He was running out of ideas though, there was only so much he could do to fight for her, in the end it all came down to her. Still, the casual dating they had been doing for the past week was nice, he had to admit that. It wasn't much different from how it had been before, they had often hung out alone in the past, but now Prue would drop a kiss every now and then. Nothing more than a peck on the lips, and it was all to tease him. He had to admit, she was doing a pretty good job at teasing him, but he wasn't completely innocent. When he had said the games were on, he hadn't been joking. Prue was not getting off easy.

Little did he know that similar thoughts were going through Prue's mind. Caleb was being more persistent and stubborn than she had thought possible, but she didn't know if it was a good thing or not. He seemed to genuinely want to date her, and not just date her, but to be with her. A couple. That thought made Prue to sigh, she liked the idea, and she could see she and Caleb being a couple. The only thing that left her confused was the future, she didn't really care what her family thought, but it was still there in her mind. Her family may love Caleb as though he was family, but that didn't change the fact what he was. Caleb Johnson was part demon, part human; like Cole.

She hated comparing him to Cole because from the stories she had heard she knew Caleb would never be Cole. That didn't change what her family would think though. He was family, but they had been burned before and that thought scared her. Sure, she would probably date him or any other person she wanted to even if she didn't have their blessing or whatever, but on some level she did care. She wanted her family to be happy for her, but she couldn't figure out what their reactions to Caleb would be.

Wyatt would be pissed, that one was the only one she truly knew. Caleb was one of his best friends, not to mention that they had been both been keeping something from him. In addition, Wyatt may trust Caleb as a friend, but that didn't mean that he liked the idea of Caleb hooking up with her. On the other hand, she couldn't see him being happy with this, no matter what member of the family it was actually.

Chris, well Chris was a confusing one. A few months ago, she would have said that he would have been okay with it, but now it seemed like the younger Halliwell brother was more wary of demons than he had ever been. That line didn't seem to end with just evil demons though, Caleb seemed to fit into the category, and if she was being honest Prue could tell everyone; including family, fit into that. So how he would feel, she didn't know. Chris was the cousin she was closest too though, so that may force him to be a bit more lenient with it.

Henry Jr, Prue sighed. The real peacekeeper, he wouldn't be on anyone's side. She knew that, he would understand both sides and try to produce a solution where they would all be happy. In other words, he would be typical Henry.

Her friend Emily would probably be supportive. Even if Wyatt wasn't, Prue knew Emily would be willing to butt heads with him because she was also close friends with Caleb. Besides, she and Wyatt constantly debated, this wouldn't be any different. She knew that was a lie though, debating and fighting was two different things. So in the long run, being with Caleb could drive a wedge between them all, and that was not something they needed. Not with the Source still around.

One thing was constant though, if Caleb hurt her, they would all kill him.

Sighing, Prue shook her head. She needed more time to think this through, but in the mean time she couldn't help but to tease Caleb. It was too fun. "So," she said slowly as she skipped so she was in front of him, "what are you doing now?" She asked as she turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you busy?"

"You're going to bump into someone," Caleb commented simply as he watched Prue walk backwards. "And who knows," he said with a smug smile on his face, "maybe I am busy," he shrugged. "You never know, I could have a date set up for all you know," he pointed out. "Wouldn't want to keep her waiting, would I?"

Prue narrowed her eyes as she felt a fire ignite in her body at the thought of Caleb dating someone else, but she quickly extinguished that feeling. Placing her usual smug smile on her face, she shrugged. "I'm not impressed," she commented as she clicked her tongue. "I would think that the guy who is trying to prove that he's the guy for me," she said in heavy sarcasm. "Would be swearing off any toher dates, can't say I'm impressed."

Caleb smirked and nodded, "well what can I say? The guy has to keep his options open in case the woman he's trying to prove himself to decides not to let him in." He countered, raising an eyebrow. Seeing Prue's pout though, he sighed. "Why? What did you want to do?"

Prue smiled, "there's a movie I want to see," she glanced at her watch as she and Caleb stopped walking. "And if we find a place for you to shimmer on over, then I think we'll make it just in time for the morning showing."

Caleb frowned and looked at her. "What movie is it?" He asked warily, he didn't like the look on her face, and the fact that she was part cupid kind of left little to the imagination when he thought of what kind of movies she would want to watch.

Prue smiled sweetly at him. "A lesson in love."

Caleb sighed and shook his head. "Prue," he said tightly, "I'm not watching a chick flick." He hjad done everything she had asked him, but he drew the line at chick flicks. There were just some things that a person didn't do when he was trying to impress a girl - that was one of them. "End of discussion," he stated as he crossed his arms voer his chest to show Prue how serious he was. He was not watching that mmovie, not without a fight.

Prue scoffed and crossed her own arms. "It's not a chick flick!" She spat as she glared playfully at the half-demon. "God Caleb!" She exclaimed as she shook her head. "Just because there is not a person dying in every scene, or filled with gore and just because there is no car chases and things blowing up every second, does not make it a chick flick!" She defended, "and it does not mean it's a bad movie. It could be a great movie."

"Then go watch it yourself!" Caleb retorted angrily.

"Fine," Prue sniffed as she shook her head. "Go ahead and leave me here all alone then!" She narrowed her eyes further and advanced on Caleb and pokwed him in the chest. "But if I get kidnapped, and raped or murdered, it should be on your conscience. And it will be you explaining what happened to Wyatt!" She threatened.

Caleb winced at the thought of what Wyatt would do to him if he ever let anything happen to Prue, but then a line of defence hit him. "Prue," he said slowly, "who the hell would want to kidnap you?" He questioned simply. "You would have the poor guy drove insane before he even got you pushed inot his car."

Prue scoffed, even though it was probably true. In return, the half-demon glared back evenly at her. "Fine!" She snapped, "Go ahead and watch some terrible, action-filled, violent movie," she said as she took off down the street.

Frowning, Caleb watched as she walked down the street, only to have his eyes go wide when he saw Prue turn into an alley. "Damn it Prue," he muttered when he never seen Prue walk out. "You know better than to go into alleys," he said simply. "Has being a witch taught you nothing?"

Shaking his head he broke out into a quicker pace as he headed after her, but once he was halfway he broke out into a jog and turned into the alley, his worry growing stronger by each passing second. When he turned into the alley and seen Prue, however, he was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Prue punched a person in the face sending him to the ground. With his worry gone, he smirked. "How do you find trouble everywhere you go?"

"It's a talent," Prue said as she sent him a look and waved her hand the right, sending another man into a metal pole, and Caleb was about to dial 911 when the man burst into flames and the others powered energy balls. Demons. They were demons. Prue sighed, "I swear they're like cockroaches!"

Caleb rolled his eyes at Prue and frowned at the two demons that were circling her, but he resisted the urge to jump in and protect her. If there was one thing about Prue that would remain constant, it would be her independence. Jumping in and saving her would only piss her off. Not something he wanted. "Need any help there, Prue?" He asked sarcastically as he leaned on the alley wall.

"No," Prue said simply as she used her telekinesis to break a demons neck, "I've got this," she began as she ducked out of the way of an energy ball. "All covered," she said as the demon went to ready another one. "I don't need your help."

The remaining demon smirked, "well I guess I know who wears the pants in this relationship," he sneered. He met Caleb's eyes, "you always take orders from your girlfriend?" He asked as he hurled the energy ball at Prue.

"What's it to you?" Prue snapped as she absorbed the energy ball and threw it back at the demon, seeing him burst into flames she turned around and smiled at Caleb. "Who ya gonna call?" SHe sang, "Ghost busters!" She cheered, but then her face sobered. "Wait, they were demons." She paused, "but demon busters doesn't sound the same," she commented. "What could I be instead?"

Caleb's smile fell as he looked into Prue's eyes. "Dead."

"What?" Prue asked simply, frowning when Caleb pushed himself off from the wall and threw his hands up in frustration, something that caused her to glower at him. They had had this talk; she was a big girl and could take care of herself.

"Are you completely insane?!" Caleb demanded.

Prue rolled her eyes in return.

"You could have gotten hurt, or worse!" Caleb continued.

"But I didn't."

"What?"

"But I didn't get hurt, Caleb. And now those demons wont be able to hurt anyone else." She said simply. "Besides, someone has to teach these demons a lesson.

"Who said it was your job to teach these demons a lesson?" Caleb retorted as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"It's always been my job!" Prue snapped, "Apparently it's my family's job."

Caleb rolled his eyes, he had left her alone for no more than a few minutes, and somehow she had managed to get into all of this trouble. It was as if she was a magnet for trouble and disasters! He let out a jagged breath, "honestly Prue, do you walk into these things purposely?!"

Prue rolled her eyes once again.

Caleb frowned when he saw that, "you knew they were demons," he said simply as he looked at Prue. "Before you walked into that alley, you knew they were demons!" Seeing Prue look away, he shook his head. "You did though, did you?"

Prue nodded as she looked back at him, "yeah," she said simply as she walked over to him. "Now, imagine all of this drama could have been avoided if you had agreed to see that movie," she pointed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"There is no way you're pinning this on me."

Prue smirked and stretched up and placed a small kiss on Caleb's cheek, "thanks for caring," she said honestly, as she pulled away and waggled her eyebrows. "So, about me movie…?"

Caleb shook his head, "no, I stand by my earlier decision." Persistence was the key!

Prue nodded, "okay I can deal with that," she smirked. "I have to go to the mall; I haven't even started my Christmas shopping!" She exclaimed.

Caleb smirked, "okay I know I'm definitely not going to the mall," he shuddered at the thought. "Want me to shimmer you on over there then?" He asked, and Prue nodded.

"But without me, whatever will you do?"

Caleb shrugged as he smiled at Prue, "shimmer over to Wyatt's and see what's going on," he said simply. "The Elders are supposed to bring the prophecy over today."

Prue snorted, "Assuming they deliever."

Caleb nodded as their two bodies shimmered out.

Daquin frowned as he walked through the Underworld, he didn't like places like this. Most places in the Underworld weren't deathly silent, instead they were filled with the terrified screams of a demon's latest victim, or in most cases you could hear the loud debates of demons, but not here. The demon sighed as he rounded the final corner before he reached the Seer's cavern, and that was a place that many demons did no dare enter, not without holding their breath. The last Seer may have been harmless - a traitor - but harmless nonetheless, but this Seer was not one to be crossed, not when the Source still needed her. No one knew what the Source needed her for, or what was so intriguing about the future, but if anyone harmed the Seer, they answered to the Source. And after witnessing what happen to the Source's last second in command, Daquin wasn't taking his chances.

Watching as the flames from the torches dance upon the rocks that were covered in moisture, something no demon understood if they took time to think about it. Hell as it was called, or the Underworld, whatever you preferred was hot so to have moisture did not make sense, but since when did anything in the magical world make sense? Taking a deep breath Daquin entered the Seer's cavern, the orange light dancing across his features. He didn't know why the Source had called him down here, but whatever had the Source worried, it wasn't good. That much was certain. It took a lot to rattle the Source, and if something did have him scattered, it was not a good thing.

"My Liege," he greeted as he seen the Source standing by the Seer's pool as she gazed into the future. Kneeling down on one knee, Daquin bowed his head, his heart beat quickening as the Source looked at him, and Daquin immediately felt his throat go drry and his palms go sweaty. What could he say? The Source was kind of scary, it wasn't only the Warren line that needed to fear him, everyone did. Demons included. "What did you need?" He asked.

"Some matters are arising that worry me, Daquin." The Source said simply, his voice cold like ice as he spoke to the lower demon. But what demon wasn't lower that him? He was after all the Source, "I want you to convince my allies that it is best they pull their forces together," looking at Daquin, he smirked. "Even the Dark Lighters."

Daquin frowned, "Dark Lighters always work alone," he pointed out, "they would never agree to work together, they'd have themselves killed!" He said, but seeing the Source's eyes flash Onyx, Daquin bowed his head again. "I mean no disrespect, my lord, but the Dark lighters will never agree."

"Then they will die!" The Source roared, "and it would be in your best interest to not disobey me!" The Source hissed, "as you've already witnessed, Daquin," he sneered. "Your place, it isn't irreplaceable." Seeing Daquin shudder, the Source was pretty sure he had managed to get his message across. "Now go."

"Yes, my Liege," Daquin said, shimmering out at once.

Taking a deep breath the Source turned around and looked at the Seer that was no longer gazing into her pool, instead she stared at it, a confused expression on her face, an expression he had only seen a few times before. "You seen something about the witch," he stated.

"Yes," The Seer answered without lifting her eyes from her pool as she watched it carefully.

"What did you see?" He asked.

"Her future is becoming more clear, it appears as though it is the witch's destiny to meet the Warren line." She said simply, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

"When?"

"Today."

"What?" The Source hissed, his eyes flashing Onyx as a cold wind crashed through the cavern, causing the flames on the torches and candles to flicker as he stalked over to her. "I told you to notify me the moment she was within their grasp!"

"And I did!" The Seer snapped, turning to look at the Source. Upon seeing his expression she dropped her head slightly and sighed, "I'm sorry, my Liege. But up until this moment the witch was undecided and it was unclear whether or not she would cross their paths. I did not fail you."

"Failure," the Source mocked. "That refers to something that falls short of what is required or expected." He pointed out, looking at the Seer, "is that not what you did?" He asked, not getting an answer, the Source narrowed his eyes. "Because this was required and expected, keep an eye on the girl, that's all I asked." He said simply, "make sure she stays put, such a simple task. One I'm sure the scum of the Underworld could complete without failure," seeing the Seer open her mouth, he shook his head as he looked into her grey eyes. "Don't you realise that this was my best opportunity to get to he? If they meet, she will be untouchable. With her, they will get stronger. They will be stronger. They will have the power to defeat me!"

"There is still a chance."

"Not is she meets up with them before I can get her."

"There is still time!" The Seer retorted, "the prophecy says that they cannot beat you until they form a tightly woven group, if they meet her today, that bond will not be formed, and knowing the Halliwells' trust issues, it will be sometime before they do trust her. And until they do, they are only making her, and themselves venerable."

The Source frowned, "the young witch must die," he hissed. "She must die before they have a chance to form their new little coven," he rubbed his chin. "I must go after her today, before she meets any of them." He frowned, "I'll send an elite team after her."

"In daylight, are you mad?" The Seer demanded, "that is a dangerous an idea."

"An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all." The Source quoted, smirking at the Seer. "Oscar Wilde said that. And it is better for the demons to attack and be caught after they kill the witch, than allowing the witch to wander free to the point she could bump into one of them!" He pointed out, his words followed by him flaming out.

The Seer sighed as she looked into her pool. "I almost feel sympathy for you my dear."

Opening Credits.
Theme : In the Shadows, The Rasmus

Starring:

Drew Fuller ... Chris Halliwell
Wes Ramsey ... Wyatt Halliwell
Jennifer Love Hewitt ... Prue Halliwell
Channing Tatum ... Henry "Junior" Matthews
Steven Strait ... Caleb Johnson
Laura Ramsey ... Emily Simms

With:
Eliza Dushku ... Katy Halliwell
Rachel Bilson ... Elizabeth Halliwell
Amber Tamblyn ... Melinda Halliwell
Jessica Origliasso ... Oriana Matthews
Lisa Origliasso ... Callie Matthews

Camera pans over the Golden Gate Bridge, and then descends down into the Halliwell brother's apartment, where Chris can be seen rubbing his eyes and looking very tired as he heads to the kitchen.

Chris Halliwell stifled a yawn as he walked around the kitchen of the apartment he shared with his brother, glaring at the date. December 11th, he hated that date, and he didn't have a real reason, only the fact he had classes all morning, meaning he had to get up early. Which on a normal day, Chris knew he wouldn't mind, but his memories were now seeping into his dreams meaning the nightmares were putting a major set back on his energy levels. Sure, people were supposed to deal with things in their dreams, but nothing else about him was normal, why should this be? Besides, it was putting a damper on his sleeping habits, how was he supposed to function at all when he couldn't even get one night of sleep.

Groaning, he walked over to the coffee maker and flicked it on while he let a yawn escape as he rubbed his eyes. He had classes all morning, and besides that the Elders were supposed to be bringing the prophecy down to them today, assuming they kept their word of course. But it was the Elders, so Chris was going to hold his breath on that one. Since when did Elders keep their word? Sandra was supposed to be the one bringing it to them, so that installed a little bit more belief in Chris. Kevin and Sandra were the only Elders he trusted it, Odin defiantly wasn't high on his list of people to trust. "I hate Fridays," he muttered, sure it was the weekend. He was supposed to be al hyped up for the weekend, but with the amount of peaceful sleep he had gotten last night, it was amazing that he could keep his eyes open. "I really hate Fridays."

"What's so bad about Fridays?" Wyatt asked, smirking a little when his brother sent him a look of death. Holding his hands up in defence, Wyatt walked over to the coffee pot that had just started beating and poured himself a cup of coffee, rolling his eyes when Chris got a bigger mug for his. "Wow, rough night, little brother?" He asked, eyeing the amount of caffeine his brother was planning on ingesting. "Do I need to remind you that to much of that stuff isn't good for you?" Getting a withering glare from his little brother as he sat down, Wyatt nodded. "Guess not," he commented. "Are you okay?"

Chris nodded as he breathed in the sweet aroma of coffee, "yeah," he said simply, rolling his eyes as Wyatt continued to stare at him. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," he admitted, after talking to his Grandpa Chris decided that it was best he didn't lie when he didn't need to, well he had already known that, but his memories weren't affecting his attitude towards his brother as much anymore. His father, well that was another story, but it was a work in progress. "How about you?" He asked, yawning once more, "you weren't home when I went to bed, I thought you had an early shift at the hospital?" He asked, shuddering at the thought of hospitals. He was lucky he had so many white lighters in his family that could heal, because he doubted he would be able to step into a hospital for a while, so how Wyatt could walked into one, Chris would never understand. Emily had been right, hospitals sucked.

"I did," Wyatt said, but seeing Chris' look Wyatt shrugged. "But I was cornered by a certain psychic and half-demon on my way home and they dragged me to P3," he said simply. Smirking at his brother, Wyatt walked over to the counter and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster. "I never got in until one," he said, looking over at his brother who was basically asleep with his face in his mug. "And I still have more energy than you," he said to himself. Not getting an answer out of Chris, Wyatt picked up a bagel and threw at his brother, smirking when it hit his little brother on the head.

"What?" Chris asked as he jumped up as the bagel hit his head, but Chris seemed to have forgotten he was sitting at the kitchen table when he jumped a mile as he fell to the floor, in a word, unceremoniously. "Wyatt!" Chris groaned as he glared up at his brother, "was there any need for that?" He asked as he gripped the table and pushed himself up. "I was awake!"

Wyatt nodded, "you were," he agreed through his laughter, "but that moment passed, little bro." He commented, "if you had lowered your head any lower you would have needed a snorkel," he pointed out, shaking his head as his toast popped up, and he was proud to say it wasn't burnt … this time. "So, do you think the Elders learned anything while they were looking at the prophecy, or do you think they were just wasting our time?" He asked as he walked over to the fridge to get some Cheez whiz.

"Wasting our time," Chris said simply as he got to his feet and walked over to his brother and rolled his eyes at the amount of Cheez whiz his brother was putting on his toast, "I know you have to put that much on there to get rid of the burnt taste, but please note that that is unhealthy." Chris shook his head as his brother glared at him, "and I thought you were the one going to Med. School!" He said in mock horror, "if I get a different doctor than you in the future, will you be mad, because frankly I don't trust you with my health."

Wyatt rolled his eyes, "ha-ha, get your annoying ass to class!" He said as he watched Chris pick up his book bag and smirk at him, only to frown when someone walked into the kitchen.

"What about my ass?" Caleb asked, frowning as he looked between the two brothers, his eyes resting on Wyatt. "Wy, my man, if that was how you felt about me, all you had to do was say so, I don't care if you swing that way, dude!" Caleb declared, frowning when a stray bagel was sent his way. Ducking before the offending object hit him, he looked at Wyatt. "This wont ruin our friendship, I'll stand by you even if others wont," he said as he walked towards the Twice Blessed witch, patting his shoulder, the signature smirk lit up the half-manticore's face. "But I just don't think of you like that, I'm sorry."

Chris snorted, "well as amusing as this is, I have to get to class," he said simply. Shaking his head as Wyatt glared at Caleb, the half-manticore definitely had a certain sense of humour. "Bye!" He called as he closed the door behind him, covering his yawn with his hand.

"Bye!" Caleb called happily, frowning when he noticed Wyatt was glaring at him, "what?" He asked innocently as he took one of Wyatt's pieces of toast, "what's your problem?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Wyatt glared at him.

"Sometimes you are really lucky I consider you my friend," Wyatt said simply, "because please note, I could vanquish you with the wave of my hand," he pointed out, rolling his eyes as Caleb munched happily on his toast, unfazed by what Wyatt was saying to him. Wyatt had threatened him with that enough, it didn't bother him anymore. "And get your own food."

Caleb swallowed and nodded, "okay," he said as he stuffed the remainder of the toast in his mouth, washing it down with the rest of Wyatt's coffee, smirking as Wyatt's face contorted into one of mock rage. At least, Caleb hoped it was mock rage and not the real thing. "I can see you need some time to yourself to cool down," he commented, frowning as Emily walked through the door. "It's not you Wyatt, it's me!" He cried, trying not to burst out laughing as Emily paused in the doorway and frowned at him. "In the end I wasn't man enough for you, but I never thought you would hold that against me! It's not my fault, it's the genetics! I can't help it if I'm not a complete human!" Caleb let out a noise that sounded like it was half way between a laugh and a wail of pain. "I think we need some time apart, call me when you decide if I'm enough for you!" And with that, he shimmered out.

Emily frowned from her place at the door as she looked from Wyatt to the place where Caleb had just been standing. "Do I want to know what that was about?" She asked, seeing the annoyance of Wyatt's face she chuckled, "awe, come on, what's the matter? It's not over," she said, "he just said you two needed some time apart," she raised an eyebrow at Wyatt "My, my, my, the female population is going to be disappointed you swing that way," she teased as she headed into the kitchen.

Wyatt shook his head. "I'm going to kill that demon one of these days."

Author's Note : Well, it appears as though the "seventh" is making an appearance, or are they wrong? Maybe the person they think is the seventh really isn't the seventh, but you people don't think I'm that mean, do you? Sure, I make these characters' lives hell, but come on, am I that mean? Okay, okay, you all have a point, I might be that mean. But you will find the prophecy out this time, and not just the clips that the Source gave you. By the end of this story you will know the entire prophecy! Woohoo! However, the only way you'll find out though is if you continue reading. So, for that to happen you need a new chapter, don't you? You know the drill. Please review.