This is my first Charmed fic. I hope you enjoy.

I do not own Charmed or any of it's characters.

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"Paris!" Chris Halliwell trotted down the stairs of the Halliwell Manor. It hadn't changed much over the years. The pictures that lined the stairwell had spread into the upstairs and downstairs walls. "Paris!" he yelled again.

Chris rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and nearly ran right into a petite brunette. Her pony tail was swishing as she stopped abruptly.

"What are you yelling about?" Paris Halliwell stared up at her cousin.

"Were you brewing love spells in the attic again?"

She batted her big brown eyes as if to say "who me?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Paris, you left them just lying around and Wyatt knocked one of them over and now he's…"

A baritone voice carried from upstairs. "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain." Wyatt Halliwell came dancing into the dining room.

"Like that." Chris finished, pointing at his brother.

Paris covered her mouth suppressing a giggle. "I'm sorry. I've been trying to hone my craft as a Cupid."

"Love spells aren't part of the craft of being a Cupid." Chris crossed his arms over his chest.

"Love isn't as easy coming as it used to be," Paris replied. "They need more than a good push."

Chris just shook his head. "Paris, Wyatt is engaged, he doesn't need a push. The first girl he sees that isn't related to him he's going to…"

"Little brother, you must relax." Wyatt danced by him.

Chris turned back to Paris who was watching Wyatt with amusement. "Just reverse the damn spell, would you?"

Paris smirked. "Wyatt's right, you must relax. The antidote is upstairs."

"Wyatt?" Melinda Halliwell burst through the front door.

"Little sister," Wyatt replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Melinda stopped in the foyer. She raked her fingers through her sable brown hair that was streaked with electric blue. "What is wrong with him?" she asked.

Chris sighed. "He knocked over another love spell."

Melinda suppressed a grin.

"You looked like you were on a mission, what's going on?" Chris asked.

"I had a premonition. There's a woman in the park where mom used to take us. She's being attacked by a couple of demons."

"Any idea what kind of demons?" Chris asked.

"Green…pointy spikes across its spine."

"That's sounds familiar. What were they doing in the premonition?"

"Taunting her, throwing green slime at her," Melina relayed.

"I'll go. Wyatt is not in any condition to go demon hunting."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Chris?" Paris asked.

"I've gone demon hunting alone before. I'm a big boy."

"Just keep an eye on him." Chris orbed out of the dining room.

A moment later he was standing in the middle of a field where he once played catch with his father and brother. Someone pushed him to the ground a moment later.

"Are you crazy?" a female voice scolded.

Chris saw another glob of green slime soar over their head. He glanced down to find a pair of brown eyes staring back at him. He felt an overpowering sense of déjà vu.

"I'm here to help," Chris replied.

"By getting in my way?" The young woman sat up. Her long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders. He watched as she blew a kiss and blue mist flowed from her mouth like a strong wind freezing three more incoming balls of slime. They fell to the ground and exploded.

Chris sat up and deflected more slime with a flick of his wrist; his powers sending the slime into a nearby tree. He pulled himself to his feet and helped the girl to hers.

Wyatt orbed in a second later. Chris stepped in front of him hoping he could block the girl from his line of sight. "Wyatt! What are you doing here? Go home!"

"Who the hell is this guy? Are there any more of you showing up?" she snarled as she froze a demon that stepped out of the trees. Chris went to use his power to throw the demon into the nearest tree, except instead of flying into a tree, it exploded. Chris stared at the shattered pieces for a long moment.

"Whoa! What was that?" Wyatt exclaimed.

Chris turned to see a ball of slime heading for his brother. He pushed his brother down with his power and tried to orb out in time. He was too late. The slime hit him with a powerful force knocking Chris into the girl. They both landed with a grunt. The girl pushed him off of her. She knelt next to him.

"You!" she said to Wyatt. "You gotta help me. The slime is going to take him," she stated.

Wyatt watched as the slime started to engulf his brother's body. "How do we stop it?"

"Got any witch charges around, whitelighter?" she asked.

Wyatt nodded. "Hang on." He grabbed his brother's shoulder and she took his other hand.

They orbed back into the manor. Chris cried out as the slime tried to go down his throat. He passed out as the slime covered his face.

"What is going on?" Paris and Melinda charged into the foyer.

"Who are they?" the girl asked.

"They're witches. Tell us what we need to do," Wyatt ordered.

"Oh god, Chris!" Melinda fell to her hands and knees.

"Move so the other witch can form a circle."

"I am a witch. We're all witches," Wyatt replied.

Wyatt was still holding the girl's hand; he reached out and grabbed Melinda's hand and closed the circle by grabbing the girl's other hand.

She nodded. "I'll say the spell; just feed your power through the circle."

"I call upon the ancient powers, take this slime that devours, free this witch from its grip and let it fall away with a drip."

The four witches waited while the slime stopped spreading. It dissipated and formed a puddle around Chris. Wyatt put his hand over his brother's chest. A golden light pooled around his palm. "He's resisting me healing him," Wyatt muttered.

"Chris, knock it off!" Melinda snapped.

There was a release and Wyatt's healing power started to work. Chris' hazel green eyes fluttered open. He sat up, putting his hands into the slime. "Ugh! Gross!" He stood up with Melinda pulling him up by the arm, trying to avoid the green ooze.

Melinda slapped her hand across Chris head.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"That's for charging into battle without being prepared."

"Hey, you said there was a girl in trouble. Behold my success, girl not in trouble anymore."

"No, just my second oldest brother."

"Mel, I'm fine. Who let Wyatt come after me?" Chris eyed his sister and his cousin Paris.

"He just orbed after you," Paris replied.

"Next time, try harder. You're spell is a little flat, by the way. Because Wyatt didn't fall for the new girl."

"Maybe some introductions would be nice, so we can refrain from calling me 'the girl.' My name is Kara."

"How could he not fall for her? That spell was made for love at first sight. He should be orbing her roses and feeding her grapes while he fans her with a giant leaf. He should only be impervious to us Halliwell women." Paris put her hands on her hips.

"Well thank goodness for that," Chris muttered.

Paris sighed. "Well this is just great."

Wyatt held out his hand to Kara. "I'm Wyatt. It's good to meet you."

Her brow furrowed. "You too." She shook his hand.

"The worry wart is my younger brother, Chris. That is my sister, Melinda and my

cousin Paris."

"Charmed, I'm sure." Kara took a step back glancing around the foyer of the manor. A slow, knowing smile curved over her lips. "You're the Halliwells."

Chris whipped his attention back to the stranger.

"Witches who are also whitelighters living in a Victorian house in San Francisco…it's kind of a giveaway," Kara explained.

"We should probably get spell or a potion to take out those slime demons before they get a hold of any innocents," Chris suggested.

"I know the potion. I had some, but I under estimated how many demons I'd be facing." Kara unzipped one of the many pockets on her black leather pants. She pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Chris.

He glanced over the ingredients. "We've got all of this in the kitchen."

"Not to be all…ungrateful for saving my cousin and all, but we don't even know who you are." Paris crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fair point." Kara shrugged. "I saved your boy. I provided a potion. What else do you need?"

"Yeah, that for all we know, the potion will turn us all into toads," Melinda input.

Chris held up his hand. "You know what guys, we're trusting her."

"Don't be stupid, Chris," Paris replied.

"She was attacked; Melinda had the vision…why are we questioning her innocence?" Chris didn't wait for an answer. He headed through the foyer into the kitchen. Kara followed him without being asked.

"I can do this alone. I'll just call a cab." Kara leaned on the island counter as Chris bustled around the kitchen getting the ingredients that they needed.

"I'll call you a cab once we've vanquished the demons." He grabbed one of the more used pots for making potions and put it on the counter.

"Do this a lot?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.

"You've heard of the Halliwells, what do you think?"

"I don't know you that well, but you seem kind of cranky." Kara pulled herself onto the counter, her legs dangling.

"He's been cranky for weeks," Melinda stated leaning in the doorway.

"Where are the others?" Chris asked.

"In the attic trying to find the antidote for the love spell," she replied. "Can I help?"

"I don't know, can you?" Chris snapped.

"Don't be a jerk."

Chris looked up from the potion to his sister. Her gaze was stern and annoyed. He felt himself relax a little. "Sorry. Can you get me the rosemary?"

She nodded.

"Why is there a puddle of green gunk on my floor in the foyer?" Piper Halliwell was standing behind her daughter with a similar stern and annoyed face.

"I'll clean it up, mom, sorry." Chris came around the counter. "I got attacked trying to save an innocent." He pointed to Kara. "This innocent actually."

Piper glanced at the girl standing next to her middle son. She did a double take. "Have we met?"

Kara shook her head. "No. I would remember meeting one of the Charmed Ones." She stepped forward. "I'm Kara."

"Piper. It's nice to meet you." She turned to her son. She tugged on his slime stained shirt. "Leebo demon?"

"I knew I recognized it," Chris muttered.

"You didn't check the book?" she asked.

"Kara had the potion. Didn't need the book."

Piper's brow furrowed, her brown eyes studying her son.

"What?" he questioned.

Piper shook her head. "Nothing. By all means, continue with your potion. Where's your brother?"

"Upstairs getting de-love spelled," Melinda chimed in.

Piper sighed. "Paris has been making love spells again. Please tell me that he hasn't laid eyes on our new friend."

"Actually he did, but Paris' spell didn't work."

"It didn't?" Piper's gaze flickered to Kara. "All right, I'm going to go help your brother. Lena is coming over. I'm sure she would like her fiancé to be himself and not singing and dancing."

"Please. I don't think I can take another round of 'Singing in the Rain.'" Chris pleaded.

Piper smirked to herself and headed up to the attic.

Melinda put a jar of rosemary on the counter. "Let's get some demons."

Nearly an hour later Chris, Melinda and Kara were huddled in the trees a good distance from the demons.

"What is going on with your orbing, Chris?" Melinda questioned as she ducked behind a bush.

"I don't know. My powers have been wonky lately."

Melinda sighed. "You know what that means; your emotions are wonky too."

"I appreciate that you're going to college and everything, Mel, but please don't psycho 101 me."

"Someone should."

"Can we focus, please?" Kara snapped.

"Get moving…bait." Chris pushed Melinda into the opening.

"Gee, thanks, bro." She stuck out her tongue as she walked into the middle of the field. She gasped as a slime ball came directly for her. Her hands jerked as the ball froze in mid air.

Chris orbed in behind the offending demon and nailed it with the potion and orbed back out. He grabbed Kara and orbed her back to the cluster of demons throwing slime balls at his sister. They tossed their potions and eliminated the threat. Chris orbed them to Melinda.

"Good work, Chris."

"We all did well," Chris replied.

Just then a Leebo demon shimmered in and knocked Kara and Melinda to their feet. Chris flung his arm across his chest meaning to knock the demon back until he could pull another potion out of his pocket, but instead the demon exploded.

"Chris!" Melinda exclaimed. "Your powers."

"Let's get back to the manor." Chris knelt down beside them, reached out and orbed them back.

They got to their feet once they were safely in the conservatory.

"Chris, how long have you been blowing up things?"

"For like an hour in a half, Mel. Relax."

"I have the power to freeze; I thought I would get to blow things up."

He chuckled. "I need to clean up the mess in the foyer or mom is going to freak." He turned to Kara. "So were you chasing the Leebos or were they chasing you?"

"Funny time to be asking this question now that it's all over," she replied. "I was chasing them. They killed a friend of mine."

"I'm sorry, but next time, ask for help."

She smirked. "I will, if you will."

Chris opened his mouth to respond and quickly closed it. He nodded. "Call ya a cab or I can orb you somewhere?"

"Cab is fine. I think I've had enough orbing for one day."

Chris waved to Kara as she got into the cab.

"Are the demons vanquished?" Piper was standing in foyer with a mop and a bucket.

"The demons are vanquished and the slime on the floor is next," Chris said taking the cleaning supplies from her.

"Where's dad?" Melinda asked.

"He's fishing with Coop and Henry."

Melinda's brow furrowed. "Fishing?"

"Don't ask." Piper turned to her son. "What about his Kara girl?"

Chris' face was contorted in disgust as he scooped the slime into the bucket. "What about her?"

"She's a witch?"

"Pretty sure," Chris replied. "She didn't freeze, did she?"

"No," Melinda and Piper replied.

"Don't worry about it. She's gone, I'm sure we'll never see her again." Chris went back to scooping up the slime.

Suddenly Piper was orbed out of the room.

"What the hell?" Chris jumped to his feet.

"Where did she go?" Melinda exclaimed. "She can't orb. Can she orb?"

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Piper orbed into the middle of the attic at the same time as Phoebe and Paige. They formed a triangle.

"What are you two doing here?" Piper asked.

"I don't know," they said in unison.

"What am I doing here?" She glanced around the attic.

There was a blur of white light and then the form of a woman stood in the center. Piper's eyes widened as the face of the woman grew clear.

"Prue?"

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Kara entered the abandoned warehouse. She scanned the darkness and listened for anything. She felt around for her bag and a few minutes later she had a few lit candles and a book in her hands.

"How did it go?" a voice asked.

Kara sat up. "Where have you been?"

"I was checking in on some things. I haven't been in San Francisco since you were born. How did it go?" he questioned again.

"It went fine. You were right, eager to help. We took care of the Leebo demons."

"And Wyatt?"
"Chris was more receptive than Wyatt. He seems to be having problems with his family, especially Wyatt."

A tall man came out of the darkness. "Wyatt is the one who is susceptible to evil."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

"Do you think you know better than I now, dear Kara?" he asked.

"No, Keenan, I wouldn't dare to presume…"

He held up his hand. "I know you wouldn't. I trust your instincts, Kara. It is important that we get to the whitelighters."

"I understand. There might be a slight problem. Wyatt was under a love spell and he didn't fall for me."

"Well, he wouldn't, would he?" Keenan tugged on his black, drench coat smoothing it.

Kara sighed. "Are you sure they're going to believe me?"

"I know they will, the Elders have already stepped in. They're sending her down to the sisters."

"Why do we need Prue?"

Keenan sighed. "You'll see…in time." With that he orbed out, only unlike Chris' orbs, they were black.

Kara lay back against her makeshift bed on the cement floor of the warehouse and stared into the flickering darkness. Then she sat up and let out a frustrated sigh. She orbed out a moment later, her orbs the same as Keenan's.

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To Be Continued...