Dark Destiny Charmed Sons Virtual Series
Season One, Episode Three
Divided We Fall

Written by: Darien (aka alternate-universe-princess) and Shan (aka charmedgrl4ever)

Full summary: Thinking Michael is just the average evil witch after power, Chris goes after him to destroy a rising threat as well as to eliminate Bianca's cousin's murderer. Chris thinks he can handle just one minor threat, so he goes after the witch alone… with less than perfect results. It's a race against time to find him before anything bad happens… except that it might already be too late.

Disclaimer: We don't own Chris, Wyatt, Paige, or Bianca (or any other cannon characters we forgot to mention). We do, however, own Prue, Parker, Paris, Abby, Devon, Jenna, and Talia (and any other original characters we forgot to mention) and would appreciate it if you didn't steal our characters without (A) asking our permission and (B) giving us the credit for them.

Thank you!

Opening Song: Wondering Where The Lions Are - Bruce Cockburn

Scene One

It had been a demon light week and Wyatt had been taking advantage of it. So far, he'd had at least five training sessions with Talia during the week. He'd also been helping Jenna learn to use her powers whenever he could. Chris had been busy with demon hunting, as usual, so Wyatt had offered to help train Jenna. Normally, he would have been annoyed at Chris's obsessive demon hunting forcing every other issue to take a back seat, but this time Chris at least had a reason for going demon crazy. It had been pretty shocking to see Bianca crying like that, and it had been equally disturbing to know that there was a demon out there that could take out a full-fledged Phoenix assassin alone.

Currently, Wyatt was in the basement training room with Talia, trying to get her to activate her powers for what seemed to be the thousandth time. So far, she'd only been able to trigger them once… by accident, and she'd turned into a panther. After that session, they'd both been smart enough to know that it was safer for everyone involved if she stood in a crystal cage until she could learn how to not only activate her powers but deactivate them.

The training room was pretty basic. It was a large room with plenty of space to move around. It took up about half of the space in the basement. There was a small window that opened onto the side yard and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were unfinished cement. There had never been much point in doing much with the room since, rather obviously, it was used for magical training; and a lot times during training things tended to get smashed, broken, or blown up.

"Okay...just close your eyes and try again. Focus on your powers, on what triggered them before," said Wyatt. He was sitting on the edge of the only piece of furniture in the room, a long, narrow table that ran almost the entire length of the room. The table held a few items, crystals, a few jars of herbs and other random bits and pieces but, like the rest of the room, it was pretty bare.

Wyatt picked up a spare crystal from the table and started throwing it from one hand to the other. His long, lean legs swung back and forth, feet banging against the back wall. It was obvious he was getting bored, but he didn't say so aloud.

"Okay..." Talia drew out a long breath and closed her eyes. She tried to concentrate on her powers, but she kept getting distracted. She could hear a soft, dull whine emitting from the light bulb above her, Wyatt's feet nosily banging into the wall, and the sound of her own breathing. After about three seconds, it started to drive her crazy.

"Okay, all this is accomplishing is me losing my sanity," Talia whined, her eyes snapping open.

With a sigh, Wyatt hopped down off of the table and stood at the opposite end of the room from Talia. "You said the first time you used your powers was because you were afraid, right? Because you felt you had to protect Jenna, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I figure this might work. We're going to try something else. Close your eyes again."'

"And that's different, how?" asked Talia, hands on her hips.

Wyatt grinned. "Just trust me, okay. Now close your eyes."

"Fine," Talia sighed. Again, she closed her eyes.

"You can look now," said a voice that distinctly wasn't Wyatt's. It was much deeper, more menacing.

Hesitantly, Talia opened her eyes.

It was no longer Wyatt that stood before her. Now, there was one of those...things - a demon standing before her. It was tall, broad shouldered and black all over with a big, green stripe across its face. Aside from the odd skin coloration and the pitch-black eyes, it had a mostly human form. "Come and get me," it taunted, smiling with one too many rows of tiny and sharp pointed teeth.

Talia growled and got down on all fours - completely unaware of the fact that the demon was really just Wyatt in disguise. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she had changed forms. She was an animal once more- a panther, to be exact. She growled and charged forward, forgetting all about the crystal cage that surrounded her. A slight charge crackled through the air and Talia dropped like a stone. Confused, she sat up and rubbed a paw at her nose.

Wyatt laughed. "Now, see, next time, just try and trigger that emotion and I won't have to-"

He was cut short as the door opened and Jenna stepped into the room.

Talia again forgetting she couldn't speak human in this form, spun to face her sister and growled.

Jenna, thinking Talia had been captured by another demon, panicked.

Outside, lightning struck in the middle of the street. Thunder shortly followed. In the basement, hail started to fall- small and round at first, but then larger and larger. After a few seconds, the hail became so large that they started denting the table. Jenna put her hands to her temples, trying in vain to get rid of the pounding headache that was building there. Everything hurt. And the hail continued to fall, smacking roughly against her arms and legs.

"Damn it," Wyatt cursed, changing back to his own appearance. Instantly, he summoned his forcefield and expanded it to fit the whole room.

With a small growl, Talia changed back into her human form. There wasn't much else she could do; she was still stuck inside the crystal cage. Not that she minded that much just right at that exact second, the crystals formed a barrier between her and the now heavily pounding hail. Even so, she couldn't help but raise her arms above her head to protect herself. "Jenna..." she whispered, biting her lower lip as she saw her sister start to shake and twitch. Talia hated being so powerless to help her.

"Jenna!" Wyatt shouted, hoping to snap her out of it. "You have to stop this!"

Upon seeing the demon transform into Wyatt, Jenna's eyes widened and then snapped shut. Wyatt flicked his wrist to move one of the crystals and orbed to catch Jenna. Talia, figuring Wyatt would never make it in time, leapt forward, hoping to catch Jenna before she hit the ground.

They were both a second too late and she crashed to the ground in a heap.

Talia knelt down next to her sister. "He was just trying to help me train, silly," she sighed. She ran a hand over Jenna's hair and looked up at Wyatt. "She'll be okay, won't she?"

"Yeah," Wyatt nodded. "I think she just overused her powers a bit, that's all."

He knelt down next to Talia. "You don't mind if I carry her upstairs, do you? Or do you want to try to?"

"Nah," Talia shrugged. "It's probably easier if you do it."

Wyatt couldn't quite hide his smile as he carefully picked Jenna up, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "I guess, well, we can probably just put her in my room for now," he said awkwardly. Carefully, and very slowly, he got to his feet and made his way upstairs.

Smiling and shaking her head, Talia followed She couldn't help but think, Jenna will totally freak when she finds out what happened. She knew her sister had a bit of a crush on the handsome blond witchlighter. And who could blame her? He was cute, sweet, and totally Jenna's type what with the big muscles, blond hair and blue eyes and all.

In a dorm room across town, an alarm began going off and slowly a slender, pale hand reached over and smacked aimlessly at it. Even so, it continued to go off, breaking the silence of the room with it's loud electronic screeching. Parker pulled herself out from under the covers and glared at the alarm clock with malice. She squinted her eyes and grumbled, "clock", raising her hand at the cursed object. The alarm clock disappeared in a flurry of orbs to re-appear a second later only to fly into the wall across the room. It fell to the ground with a crash before finally stopping it's incessant screeching. "Ha," Parker smiled, sitting up.

She ran her fingers through her sleep-mussed hair and walked to the small vanity in her dorm room. Quickly, she put her hair up and dressed before grabbing her books. Since it was Saturday, there were no classes; and at the moment there were no demonic crises. She figured she would get some studying in. Yawning, she grabbed her keys, locked the door and left.

TBC...