Desperate for destiny

Desperate for destiny

Simon Thaddeus Reginald Marks still couldn't believe it; Paige Matthews, the half-witch half-whitelighter descendant of the Warren line, had chosen a mortal over him. How could she resist the opportunity of bringing their two magical families together? The Warren and the Marks line working together. And the child he and Paige could get; the strongest magical baby ever, stronger even than that Twice Blessed son of Paige's sister, half sister, it was Paige's status as half-whitelighter which made her the one he was destined to marry.

But Paige? She'd stubbornly held onto her Harry, or Henry, or whatever. Even marrying him and getting children with him.

Then it struck him what he could do, maybe he just needed to convince Paige a little more that they were destined to be together. Surely Paige, as a mother would do anything for a child; even leaving the child's father, especially when it was for someone much more worthy.

It wouldn't be an evil act. If anything it would be a good act; that way he would make sure that destiny was fulfilled.

Even though he lived in Sussex and they lived in San Francisco he'd been able to use his powers to spy on them during the years and therefore knew a few things about them; for example where those with whitelighter powers usually hung out.

Orbing to the top of Golden Gate Bridge, but choosing another pillar than the one they normally took he waited, and waited, until finally, what was her name? Oh, Pandora Mitchell, the youngest of Paige's twins showed up. Not wasting a second he orbed over, seized the girl and orbed her to his house in Sussex. Of course; in the moment they arrived the stupid little girl tried to orb back.

"That is not going to work. I cast a spell over this house; I am the only one who can orb in or out."

"Who are you?"

The girl eyed him with suspicion; it was clear that she, even though she'd seen him orb and therefore should know he was a good guy, didn't trust him. Too bad; he was, after all, her future step-father, the person who really should have been her father.

"I am the one your mother should have married. We are destined to be together."