The New Triquetra
Summary : The year is 2029. Phoebe and Cole never broke up after the whole Source of all evil thing, but they did have a child, almost the same age as Wyatt, a little younger, named Julia. Paige also had a child with Richard, a little girl named Desiree. Chris was never born as far as we know. Shortly after Desiree's birth, when Wyatt was two and Julia was one, The Charmed ones and their husbands were killed vanquishing what they believed to be the last demon in the underworld . Grams was resurrected to look after the three children, and bound their powers just like she did with the charmed ones. They never knew about their powers, but when Wyatt was 24 Grams died again, the same way she did the last time. Shortly afterwards Julia left (like mother like daughter) but now two years later she's back . Wyatt is none too happy, but there may be another reason for Julia's return. A magic reason.
Author's Note: I based this off of the first episodes of Charmed, please review, I must know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own charmed!
26 year old Wyatt Halliwell glared daggers at is 24 year old cousin and room mate, Desiree. She had her back to him, and was brushing out her long, wavy auburn hair in front of a mirror in the next room, while he sat at the kitchen table, pretending to be reading but really pondering how he had allowed himself to be drawn into this mess. How had his cousin managed to rope him into letting their other cousin, Julia, stay with them? True, the house was partly her's, but his relationship with his cousin was in pretty bad shape. He and Julia had always squabbled. He was the good boy and she was the rebel. While he'd been studying, she'd been sneaking out to parties. While he'd been on a sports team, she was out hanging with the popular in-crowd .He'd never even had a girlfriend in high school, but she made out with any guy she wanted, and any nerd who would cough up five buck. He was always the logical one, but she never took her head out of the clouds. They were total opposites, and had never agreed on anything. An now just when he thought the childhood nightmare was over, she was headed back into town, back into his house, back into his life.
Desiree let out a deep sigh. "You can't stay mad at her forever you know. She's part of your family, and sooner or later you will have to interact with her. Better the two of you get over your issues here and now rather than later in front of the whole family."
Wyatt again glared at her,"first of all, there is no rule saying that I have to like Julia. Second of all, will you quit acting like you know what I'm thinking. Its disturbing. Third of all, what family? Grams was pretty much all we had left. There's our grandfather, but he's halfway around the globe in some retirement home. You're pretty much the only family member left to watch."
Desiree sighed again in exasperation, and went back to brushing her hair. Suddenly the lights flickered. "What was that?" Desiree asked, coming into te kitchen to join her cousin.
Wyatt, who had stood up, marched over to the light switch. He flicked it off, then on again. The kitchen light stayed on, winking out every few seconds, then at last it went out completely. "I'll go look for the circuit box," Wyatt sighed, grabbing a flashlight from a drawer and heading down into the basement.
Ding Dong, the doorbell rang and Desiree hooked onto Wyatt's arm. "Not so fast," she instructed as he tried to pull away, "you are going to go let Julia in."
Wyatt whirled around to face her. "No," he said firmly, as though that settled the matter.
Desiree however, had never lost an argument. "Yes," she pulled on his arm, dragging him towards the door, "you are going to let her in, you are going to be nice and the two of you are going to get over your issues with each other."
Wyatt jerked his arm free of her, "you invited her here, you go let her in!"
Desiree once again grabbed him by he upper arm, "I invited her here so the two of you could work things out, you go!"
"Guys, guys," came a silvery voice from the front hall, "I'm already in!"
Julia stepped from the dinning room into the kitchen"Hi!" she grinned, opening her willowy arms for a hug . Desiree came dashing across the kitchen and threw herself into Julia's embrace. "You're here!" she gushed, hugging her cousin close.
"Yeah, and its all thanks to you!" Julia broke apart and held Desiree at arm's length, "I never would have thought to come back home if you hadn't offered."
Julia turned to Wyatt, still smiling. Wyatt looked her up and down, not really trying to hide his obvious contempt . Her long black hair was up in a pony tail, her dark eyes sparkling. She slim and beautiful like Desiree, but taller than her, much taller, in fact, then even Wyatt himself. "How'd you get in?" he said at last, "lock picking classes paying off, or just long practice?'
Julia switched instantly to defense mode. The grin vanished, and she held up a small brass key. "Hide-a-key." she sated simply.
"Good at fining those?" Wyatt obviously wasn't giving up.
Julia smirked slightly, then shrugged, " its just easy when the person hiding them is so... pre-dic-ta-ble." she drew the word out, making Wyatt glare.
"Okay," Desiree interjected at last, "Wyatt was just about to go downstairs and check out the circuit box, Julia why don't you go with him, hold the flashlight or something?"
"Sure, whatever," Julia grabbed the flashlight from Wyatt's hand and stomped down the basement stairs.
Wyatt whirled on Desiree, "offered!" he whispered furiously, "you told me she wanted to come back!"
"Well, I might have brought up the suggestion on the phone, but I didn't really..." she trailed off, as Wyatt continued to glare at her.
"You coming or what?" Julia yelled up the stairs.
"We'll talk about this later," Wyatt whispered savagely, and tromped down the stairs to find Julia.
She was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, holding the flashlight and looking annoyed. "Finally," she muttered as he stepped off the staircase and onto the hard concrete floor, "you always were slow."
He glared at her, "at least I always got there the right way, not the..."
"The easy way," Julia finished for him, "yeah, yeah, yeah, lets just look for the damn thing already."
They waded through the boxes mostly in silence, she swept the flashlight over everything, he scanned the walls for the circuit box. It was several minutes before Julia spoke. "You know, you didn't have to be such a asshole to me in there."
Wyatt didn't respond, turn to face her or even show any sign that he had heard, he just kept going, acting as though she hadn't spoken. Julia pressed on, "I was just trying to be nice, you know, family love and all that jazz."
Again Wyatt ignored her. "Okay what is your problem with me," Julia cried, clearly irritated, " 'cause whatever it is its not worth..."
"Everything!" Wyatt yelled, "Everything, alright! Everything about you drives me insane! The way you dress, the way you act, the way you talk, its just infuriating!"
Julia recoiled, then glared at him, incredulous. "I've never done anything to you!" she screamed, "just because you were a little goody-two-shoes that didn't know how to have fun, that doesn't mean everyone around you has to live up to your perfect standards!"
"Perfect standards!" Wyatt shouted, "you didn't even meet decent standards! You were a little trouble maker and you know it, you always drove me and Grams up the wall!"
Julia opened her mouth to respond but Wyatt wheeled around and started to storm off. However, the story high stack of boxes he walked into had other plans.