a/n- Hello. THis is a fic i got the idea for while sitting in math ask (don't ask) It is a cross between Smallville an Charmed. I do not own Clark Kent, Chloe Sullivan, Lex Luther, or any of the smallville characters i might use. Nor do i own Phoebe, Piper, Paige, or Prue. I do own Alex (can't you tell i luv that name?) and her brothers and her family. I sort of own Violet, but i mainly took her from The Incredibles. However, I'm using her as the one of the Charmed owns daughters. Whose? I guess you'll have to keep reading and find out. Please review and tell me what you think, and what could be better.

The Triplets - Chapter One - Mashed Potatoes

They had been born one year and three days ago. All three of them, a miracle to say in the least. Jamie watched her three children in silence, a smile always ready for when one of them would do something funny, or touching. Drew and Brian were playing with the stuffed animals. Both of the toys were cats with a white patch on their left eye. Her third child was lying alone while the brother had fun with the stuffed animals. As Jamie continued to watch her joyous smile became a horrified stare. The two animals flew into the air out of Drew and Brian's hands. They glided into the arms of her third child's outstretched arms.

"Dinner!" Jamie called from downstairs. She hadn't like yelling out in the past, but with such a large house, and three children she couldn't waste time individually going to each of their rooms and informing them of the dinner.

"Coming mom!" She heard one of her sons call from upstairs. Jamie rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she couldn't suppress a smile. Even after thirteen years she still couldn't tell the voices of Drew and Brian apart. She heard the footsteps descend down the staircase, and recognized them as Brian's. Once again she smiled, realizing that she not only didn't recognize their individual voices, but she did register their footfalls.

Brian walked straight, not shuffling his feet on the floor like Drew did. He always walked with his back straight and his arms swinging by his sides. Drew walked with his shoulders hunched and his hands constantly in hid pockets. If Jamie didn't check every so often, she might have sworn that his hands had disappeared.

Then there was also the fact of their academic and social accomplishments. Brian had some friends, all who reached his brain capacity and loved work and school. They all had good grades and good reputations at the local high school. Drew had less friends, and with not quite the reputation of Brian's. Drew and Brian were actually very close and often stood up for each other and protected each other. Jamie didn't have to worry about them too much.

Brian walked into the dining room and made his way to the kitchen. He helped Jamie set the dishes on the table and then served everybody water. By this time Drew had as well came down to join the family. He sat down at the table and began to serve himself his plate. Jamie did notice, however, that he rationed his food and took only as much as he felt he could eat.

Zach had also come down. Zach, Jamie's husband, worked at home and had his office built on to the master bedroom. Although convenient for the family to reach him, it was somewhat a hassle to lead guests and visitors through the sometimes disorganized space into his perfectly filed and maintained working place. Zach seated himself at the table, but waited to serve himself. He normally served himself last in order to ensure to fullness and content of others.

"Drew, where is your sister?" Jamie asked Drew as he stuffed a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He quickly swallowed to answer the question.

"I don't know, mom. After all, she is the one with her own room."

"Drew, I don't want to talk about that today."

Jamie was getting tired of the recent topic of discussion. Both Drew and Brian shared a large bedroom because their sister obviously needed more privacy than the two of them. Drew was constantly reminding Jamie of this fact, and that fact that they were now fourteen and needed to be treated like equals, which required more living area.

"But it's such a valid topic to discuss mom."

"Drew, I don't want to hear another word of it. Ali!" Jamie called upstairs.

"My name is Alex."

Jamie spun around. Her daughter was standing behind her staring at her with her piercing eyes. Both Drew's and Brian's eyes had faded from blue to hazel as they grew older, but Alexandria had maintained the vivid color. Her hair was in her face so often that they were often disclosed to the public. It always made Jamie uneasy, because she could never tell when or when not her daughter was looking at her.

Alexandria's feet made no sound. She seemed to creep out of nowhere. Drew and Brian she could sense when they were around, or at least hear. With Alexandria it was like you knew someone was watching you, but you don't know from where, why they're watching, or who it is doing the watching.

"Your name is Alex? That's funny; I thought the parent's get to name their children. I guess that tradition doesn't apply to young people like you anymore, does it?"

"My name is Alex."

Jamie gave up. She was never going to get her daughter to act like a daughter. Growing up with two brothers had made her like one of them. Although her older brothers (only by a few minutes but none-the-less older) were very protective of her, something that somewhat reassured Jamie. However, the constant time she spent around her brothers was definitely having an impact on her life, and Jamie wasn't sure whether or not it was a good impact.

"Fine. Would you like to have a seat… Alex?" she said to her daughter.

"I'm not hungry." Alex replied in monotone.

"It's like I had three boys." Jamie said to her husband, shaking her head once more. "I don't care if you're not hungry, you have to eat something. Please sit down Alex."

Alex stared at her mother a moment longer before sitting down at the table between Drew and Brian. Jamie sat down across from her and watched sadly as she placed a small spoon of mashed potatoes and some gravy on her plate. Drew looked at her plate and then at his mother.

Jamie shook her head at him and tried to tell him with her eyes to encourage her to eat more. Drew's eyes opened wide and he shrugged his shoulders. Jamie turned to Brian. He looked at her and understood. Brian nodded his head and turned slightly to face his sister.

"Don't say it Bri. I saw mom trying to get you to say something, and I'd like to thank Drew for not complying with her wishes. I'm not hungry, and I'll eat only as much as I want, you can't force me to eat anything more."

"I know that I can't force you Alex, but you really should try to eat some more. You know, it's not healthy for you to not eat anything. Look and Drew's plate, look at mine. Please have some more Alex. You know we only care about you."

"I'm not hungry."

"Alright, I understand, just also know that I think you really do need to eat more. I can't even see you from the side."

"I can't ever see her." Jamie mumbled under her breath. To her surprise Alexandria picked it up.

"I would suggest contacts." Her brothers looked at her like she was crazy, but Alex could see the look on her mothers face. She was frightened, frightened of her, although Alex still couldn't figure out why.

"What Alex?"

"Nothing Bri. I'll see you upstairs." Alex pushed her chair back and got up from the table. "Thank you for the lovely mashed potatoes. They tasted great." Alex walked around the table and up the stairs, aware that her family was staring at her. Let them, she thought, everybody else does anyway.

Jamie and her sons turned back to her plate. The mashed potatoes had been left untouched.