Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.

Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. That's all the author needs, one little review and I'm happy. I started this one when I was near the end of the last episode, "Any Witch Way They Can," and if you don't read the other stories first, this one wont make sense. -Frowns- or at least it wouldn't to me, and that doesn't take a lot; while I'm not stupid, I can sometimes be slow when it comes to some explanations. Aha, which is kind of true. One time I couldn't remember what a door was called, of all things. And I was like "what's the thing called? The thingy with the handle and the frame," my friends just laughed - and looking back on it, I really can't blame them.

Any input that you have for this series, I will try to include. Like if you want a certain person to come back, request for an episode, or a certain event to happen, I will work it in if I can.

1x05 : Saved By The Spell.

Summary : While Prue deals with the aftermath of her kiss with Caleb, they all must rush to solve a mystery when mysterious happenings and paranormal activity start up at a local hospital. R&R


Chapter One : Nothing More Important

Wyatt scrunched up his face as he walked up the stairs to his cousin Henry's apartment. Seeing an old lady in the hall way, he smiled politely at her, even when she watched him with distrustful eyes, walking past Wyatt sighed. It was the same as Prescott street, only not as bad. People on that street, Wyatt rolled his eyes. They didn't know what his family was, but they knew they weren't normal, something he had accepted a long time ago.

Readjusting his book bag on his shoulder, he sighed when he reached Henry's door. Walking in without knocking first, Wyatt immediately walked into the kitchen and rubbed his head, frowning when he saw Christmas decorations everywhere. It was only December 5th for heaven's sake, "Hey Hen!" He called, "what's with all the Christmas-" Wyatt stopped talking when he saw his Aunt Paige hurrying around the kitchen while Henry sat on a stool looking at her. "Never mind," Wyatt finished, now he understood why the house was covered in Christmas decorations and smell like cookies - burnt cookies - but cookies nonetheless. His Aunt Paige had struck.

Christmas was his aunt Paige's favourite holiday, and judging by the date he figured she already had her house already decorated, meaning that she had decided to attack her son's place, something Wyatt found funny. It was times like these he was thankful Chris was his brother and was living with him, because Chris could cook, and he was just as into the Christmas stuff as their mother and aunt Paige - effectively saving them from what Wyatt saw in front of them. "Oh, Wyatt!" Paige said, abandoning the bowl she had been using to mix up some unknown ingredients that was what his aunt Paige called 'the makings of Christmas cookies' but in all honesty, Wyatt was waiting for the health services to show up at her door sooner of later. And it would either because of her cooking skills, or her potions. "I didn't know you were going to be here today, sweetie," Paige said, wrapping her arms around her nephew unaware of the thoughts going through his mind. "How have you been?"

Knowing that she was referring to Kelsey, Wyatt took a deep breath. "Better," he said simply, he was nowhere near over it, he never would be. But since they had attempted their revenge and had time to grieve, he could honestly say he was doing better. He had found talking about it with his mom, it had helped. She had gone through this before. "I've been doing better," he said again, pulling away from his aunt.

"That's good sweetie," Paige said, "and since my son is not in the festive spirit, I decided to come over with some much needed decorations," she said, heading over to her bowl again as Wyatt sent Henry a look, who simply shrugged and mouthed the words 'finally snapped.' "And you are just in time to help me and Henry make some cookies!" She said brightly.

Wyatt frowned and let his book bag slide off his shoulder before he placed it on the the floor beside the counter, "Aunt Paige," he said slowly as he headed over and sat on a stool beside Henry. "You do realise you're talking to the wrong nephew, right?" He asked, "there is a reason I'm forbidden from going into mom's kitchen, Chris says me making toast is testing my limits."

Paige tilted her head in thought as she added some peanut butter to the bowl, "good point," she said simply, dumping rice crispies in the bowl, "that's okay," she assured. "Even I can make peanut butter squares," she said heading over to the bad she brought with her pulling out her own pan.

"That's about the only thing," Henry sent telepathically to Wyatt, causing him to choke as he tried to keep his laughter in. "Thank God dad can cook, we would have starved otherwise." Sighing, Henry looked at Wyatt, "so, you want to hang out later?" He asked, "I think we all deserve a night out," he said honestly.

Wyatt groaned, "I would," he said simply. "But I was assigned a new charge today," he said, letting his head lean against the counter. "Why do the Elders give me charges anyway, you too Henry!" He exclaimed, "but look at this. We have the Source after us, then we have this 'prophecy' we have to fulfil, how is giving me a charge benefiting them? Isn't it only putting them in more danger?"

Paige rolled her eyes as she turned around and placed her hands on her hips, "Wyatt Matthew Halliwell," she scolded, giving him a look. "How many times have I told you that white lighters are the glue that keeps the magical community together?" She asked, seeing Wyatt roll his eyes she shook her head. "Other white lighters have trouble too, but you don't see them complaining. Even I was a white lighter, and I'm a Charmed One," she said simply

"Aunt Paige," Wyatt began, only to wince when he heard a screaming in his head, but from the sound of it, his charge wasn't hurt. He only seemed freaked out.

Seeing her nephew still sitting there, Paige frowned. "WYATT!" She yelled, getting attention, "there is nothing more important-"

"Than your charges," he finished, "yeah, yeah." Looking at Henry Jr, he smirked, "have fun," he sent telepathically, orbing out before Henry could say anything to him.

"So," Paige began, clasping her hands together in front of her as she smiled at her son, "want to help me with the cookies, it'll be like when you were younger!" Sighing, Henry Jr reluctantly got to his feet knowing his mother wouldn't give up - damn the Halliwell stubbornness. Besides, the sooner she was done, the sooner she would leave. meaning he could get back to good old fashioned lazing around. Plus, he had to work later. He wanted to get some Zs in before then.


Sighing, Emily walked through her apartment and stopped at the door to Kelsey's old room. She hadn't been in there since she had talked to Kelsey that night, only to wake up the next morning to pack up some of Kelsey's belongings. She had sent the sentimental things back to her parents, all except the one picture of them and her clothes - her parents had insisted that she kept them or donated them, they had no need for them.

Sighing, Emily opened the door and smiled sadly when she looked around. The covers were off the bed, the comforter and sheets folded up neatly, resting at the end of the bed. The surfaces were pretty much empty except for the lone picture and lamp on the bedside table, everything else was bare. The trinkets were gone, the messy piles of papers were gone, the book filled with guys' telephone numbers, well that was securely in the desk - that was one thing Emily knew that Kelsey never wanted her family to see. Besides, she was supposed to be 'continuing her legacy.'

Sighing, Emily sat down on the bed and sighed. She missed her friend, something that she knew wasn't going to go away - but she was dealing. She wasn't the same person she had been, she wasn't going to lie and say that. There were many things that she had used to do that just did feel the same anymore, but she wasn't violent. She had partially expected herself to become bitter and angry at the world when Kelsey had died, and for a few days, she had been. But then she had talked to Kelsey, and that had helped a lot. Emily didn't know how much trouble Kelsey had gotten into for coming to see her, but she was thankful for it.

"Emily?" Emily's head perked up as she heard Chris calling her name, and quickly she got up and ran out to see what was going on. Frowning when she saw him standing there with his book bag over his shoulder, he smiled at her. "Hey you," he said, pulling the psychic into a hug. "Here I was thinking you had fallen off the end of the earth," he teased, smiling when Emily pulled back and poked his chest.

"No, I'm still here." Emily said, frowning when the younger Halliwell brother smiled at her. "What are you doing here?" She asked suspiciously, her frown deepening when Chris smiled at her - so much she wondered how his face wasn't hurting. "Chris," she said slowly. "I'm warning you," she said simply, "if you have some messed up escapade to the Underworld plan, or anything else of that nature, I'm not interested." She said firmly, crossing her arms.

Chris rolled his eyes, "nope, nothing like that," he said simply. "But, I have an idea, you love art, right?" Seeing Emily nod slowly, he smiled, "well, I think it's time you got out of this shoebox of an apartment for a few hours and joined me at an art gallery."

Emily frowned, "since when are you interested in art galleries?"

"Since the person I consider a big sister stated she loved them," Chris responded, grabbing hold of her hand. "I just figured it was time you rejoined the big bad world," seeing Emily's hesitant look, he smiled warmly at her. "Pwedy pwease, Em," he whined. "I weally want to go!" He complained, stomping his foot for some added theatrics.

Sighing Emily reached over to the table beside her and picked up her purse and nodded, looking down at what she was wearing. She was wearing a pair old skinny jeans and an oversized sweated with her wavy hair pulled up into a high pony tail. She was decent enough to go outside and 'join the big bad world.' Looking at Chris, she smiled slightly. "I'll go," she said, and before she could say anything else, Chris orbed the two of them out.


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, then zooms to an old hospital where it easy to see a black silhouette of smoke wandering the halls of a hospital.


A woman in her mid-thirties sighs as she walks through the halls of the hospital, "Jimmy," she scolded lightly, seeing a little boy about five years old standing in the middle of the hallway. "You know better than to be wandering the hallways at night," she pointed out as she walked over and picked him up. "Let's get you back to bed," she whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around his neck. "I swear they should improve the security in this place," she said, sighed as she struggled to get room 423 open with Jimmy still in her arms.

Crouching down, she smiled when the door clicked and then the door swung open, "victory," she said, kissing Jimmy's temple. "Now, let's get you into bed," she instructed as she laid him down on his bed. "Now, I don't want you wandering the halls any more, am I understood young man?" She asked, pulling the blankets up to his neck - looking at him with a stern look on her face.

"Yes nurse Davis," Jimmy said simply as he rolled over on his side and snuggled in, holding his worn out teddy bear in his arms. "Night." But looking around, Jimmy frowned when he saw the nurse leaving, "Nurse Davis," he called, smiling slightly when she walked back in the room, a concerned look on her face. "Can you stay until I fall asleep?"

Nurse Davis chuckled, "of course Jimmy, my shift was just over, but I can stay." She said simply as she walked over and pulled a chair beside his bed. "Now, close your eyes," she said sweetly, holding onto Jimmy's hand as he closed his eyes. "Hush little baby don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird don't sing, momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring," she sang softly. "And if that diamond ring turns brass, momma's gonna buy you a looking glass, and if that looking glass gets broke, momma's gonna buy you a billy goat. And if-" Nurse Davis stopped and smiled when she noticed that Jimmy was snuggled down and she watched the even rise and fall of his chest before getting to her feet and kissing his forehead. "Night Jimmy, don't elt the bed bugs bite," she warned, snapping up as black smoke came up towards her. Whirling around, Nurse Davis brought a hand to her heart when she saw there was nothing there. "I have to stop working these double shifts." She commented as she headed to the door and shut it softly behind her.

Walking up the hallway, Nurse Davis checks all the rooms to the children's ward before picking her bag up at the nursing station. "See you tomorrow Peyton," she said, smiling to herself when the receptionist offered a slight nod in response. "Don't fall asleep."

"I wont," Peyton muttered to Nurse Davis as her head slowly slid down her arm, "night Amanda," she yawned.

Amanda Davis rolled her eyes as she began walking up the hallway and pressed the button on the elevator, sighing as she waited for the doors to open. "Come on," she said, glancing down to her watch.

"Help."

Amanda jumped when she felt an icy breath on her neck, but sure enough, when she turned around there was no one there. "Hello?" She called, not getting an answer. "Is anyone there?" She called again, not getting a response, she backed up slightly. "Hello?" Then suddenly the elevator dinged, causing her to jump and scream. "I'm going crazy," she commented, clutching her heart as she walked into the open doors to the elevator, not noticing the black smoke following her.

Pressing the button for the ground parking, Amanda sighed as she leaned against the railing and pulled her hair out of the bun that was resting on the top of her head. "Oh, I can't wait to get home." Rolling her eyes, they drifted up to the numbers on the elevator that were slowly descending. 4...3... "God what's taking so long?" She complained as she walked up to the button and pressed it repeatedly with her thumb, anxious to get out of the building. She loved her job, nothing made her feel better than working with the sick children - it made her feel as though she was making a difference. But this place, it creeped her out. After all the years the children's ward had been closed - well not close, but not in use - the fact that it had suddenly reopened scared her.

"Help me," a wheezy voice came from behind her, and she whipped around, only to come face to face with the black smoke, and she let out a petrified scream. "Help me," the voice wheezed again. "Please. Help."

Amanda backed as far back as she could from the smoke, "what do you want?" She demanded, screaming at the thing. But as she screamed, the elevator malfunctioned and she suddenly began descending at an alarming rate. 3...2... "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" …1...

Suddenly the elevator dinged when it finally reached the ground floor and Amanda began hyperventilating when the smoke came up to her, "please." She whimpered as it coiled around her body, working its way into her throat, causing her to gag. Coughing as the need for air increased, Amanda's hands flew to her throat and her coughing became more violent.

"I want you to pay." The voice hissed, and then as fast as it appeared, the smoke was gone, leaving Amanda alone in the elevator as it kept dinging, her bag preventing it from closing all the way. Rushing over, Amanda threw it over her shoulder and walked quickly to her car. She didn't know what she had just seen, or even if it was real, all she knew was that she really didn't want to wait around and find out.

But as she pulled out of her parking space, the smoke reappeared where her car had previously been parked, and took on the silhouette of someone about the age of eight. "Help. Help. WHY WONT YOU HELP!" it screeched, but then it formed back into its cloud again and slowly floated up into the vents. Heading back to the fourth floor.


Shaking her head, Prue walked into her room and muttered to herself as she slammed the door behind her as she stormed over to her dresser and opening it - with more force than she needed to. Damn demons, she thought bitterly as she rooted through her clothes looking for something to wear. She had had it with demons, and not just the demons that were trying to kill them, but the stupid, irritating demon that hung around with her and her family. Caleb Johnson, she couldn't even think the name without a scowl appearing on her face.

Was every guy this infuriating? She wondered as she marched into her bathroom with her black boy shorts and matching tank-top in her hands as she slammed the bathroom door behind her. It was better for her to be taking it out on the doors rather than her family, they hadn't done anything to earn her wrath - neither had Emily, Caleb on the other hand was the reason for her wrath.

Sighing, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head in disgust. Rolling her eyes, she pulled off her grimy clothes, frowning when she saw a scrap on her shoulder that she hadn't noticed earlier. Making a mental note to have Wyatt or Henry heal it later, Prue walked over to her shower and turned it on so it was boiling hot sitting and sat on the floor with her back against the wall as she allowed the boiling water to cascade down her body, taking the ache away from her body.

She sat like that for several minutes, starring blankly at the water as the dirty, bloody water ran down the shower until swirling down the drain. She knew from her brief look in the mirror she looked like hell - from the demon hunts she had been on lately to relieve the stress she felt, she also had dark circles under her eyes - a result of the sleep deprivation. Ever since Kelsey - Prue swallowed - ever since Kelsey died and their revenge against the Source had failed, Prue had been making routine trips down to the Underworld seeking information.

It was a good thing that the heat and electricity was included in her monthly rent for the apartment, otherwise hers would have skyrocketed by now. But it wasn't her fault, after demon hunting she had to have a shower before her mother or anyone else saw her. The last thing she needed was for someone to learn of her activities and rat her out.

Shaking her head, Prue reached over and grabbed the bar of soap and did a click swipe of her body before reaching for her lavender shampoo and dumping some on her head, never getting up from where she was sat on the floor of her shower. Sighing in relief as she felt the grim and dirt leave her hair, Prue quickly rinsed off and climbed out of the shower convinced she couldn't get any cleaner.

Wrapping a towel around her she let her damp hair fall down her back as she stepped out of the shower and gently dried herself off, pulling on her boy shorts and tank top. Frowning when she saw several bruises forming on her skin, Prue discarded the idea of calling for one of her cousins and climbed into bed so she could get rested. She had a paper to hand in tomorrow and four classes, and then it was back to the demon hunting.

Author's Note : well, it seems as though Prue is on the destructive war path to grieve. Mwhaha, maybe a certain half-demon should talk to her. And did you pick up on the Imaginary Fiends quotes in the first scene, I had to add that because in that episode Wyatt commented on how Paige was always telling him that white lighters kept the magical world together, and there was nothing more important than charges. So, what do you think what is going on at the hospital? Mwhaha. Please review.