I had some writer's block getting this story started, but I think I've found a way! I am using some motivation/ideas from this season, but I am acknowledging that—I do not own them! I feel I need to be true to what the real writers of the show have thus far incorporated while still writing my own story and interpretation of what could have been. I hope you enjoy this as much as Sins of the Fathers. As always, thanks for the feedback, ideas on the story, and encouragement. If it wasn't for the readers, I would have no inspiration to write. Be good and have fun reading! Abs

A faint blue smoke filled the room and wafted toward the chandelier hanging over the five heads at the points of a pentagram. Each member was wearing a different colored robe—ruby, amethyst, emerald, sapphire, and gold. The members of the group had one arm crossed over the other, with each right hand bearing a ring with a jewel matching their robe. The chorus of voices echoed through the room in unintelligible words as the smoke color changed from blue to red to purple to white. The members released their hands sequentially starting with the ruby robe and moving counterclockwise ending with the gold.
"Do you think it worked?" an Irish-accented female voice whispered from beneath the amethyst hood.
"Shh," the female ruby wearer quieted her, "we cannot be caught."
"You cannot be caught," a male voice rose from the gold cape.
"Then we'll meet back here at midnight in thirteen days. Does everyone have a way out?" another male voice came from the emerald cape. There was a collective nod. "Good."
"Is it safe?" a distinctive British male voice from the sapphire cloak mumbled.
"We won't know until we try," the member in gold orbed out.
"He made it, come on," the lady in red took the amethyst by the hand before blurring from sight. The remaining two shook hands before respectively leaving—vaporizing and blinking out.

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"Oh, honey, you can orb and have telekinesis. Why not help mommy out and get whatever you need into this room? Or us to it?" Piper walked her bedroom bouncing a crying baby Chris on her shoulder trying, and failing, to calm him. "Hello! I need a little help in here!" she called out the door in vain to some member of her family. "Shh, I'm going to get some of your medicine," she quieted as she placed him on the bed before leaving the room, "Wyatt, watch your brother. I'll be right back—no orbing," she ran out of the room as Chris's fit intensified.
Piper rushed into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator, "Fridge," she flung the door open, "and the medicine should be right," her mouth fell open as she realized the medication she needed was no longer in the door. "Here?" her panic increased.
Paige walked into the door carrying a grocery bag, "Auntie Paige to the rescue," she handed the bag to Piper, "I saw you were out of Chris's tummy medicine, so I took the bottle and went to pick some up."
"You're an angel!" Piper grabbed the bag and headed back to the foyer.
"Well, half anyway," Paige smiled following her big sister up the stairs.
"He has been fussing all morning, and I," Piper paused, "Do you hear that?"
Paige stopped in the entry way to the foyer, "No, I don't hear anything."
Piper's lips pursed together as she bolted up the stairs, "Wyatt!" she called.
Paige followed her into her bedroom. Wyatt was sitting calmly on the bed, flipping through a book, "Book," he held it up to his mom and aunt as they entered the room, "Peas."
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, where is your little brother?" Piper scolded. Wyatt frowned and crawled off the bed. "I was talking to you," Piper followed him back into his room, "Wyatt, where did you orb your baby brother to?"
"Home," Wyatt responded orbing into the baby bed, "Baby."
Piper lowered her head with her hands still on her hips. Chris was only four months old and Wyatt had already orbed him to his grandfather's, elder land, magic school, and the front steps to be discovered by the mailman no less. She feared the next place she would find her infant son would be the police station with a lot of explaining to do. Suddenly, there was a twinkling of orbs and once again the furious screams of a colicky baby began to fill the room.
"I found Chris, or he found me. I'm not sure which it was," Leo announced picking up the bag of medicine and handing Chris back to Piper. He measured out the proper dose of medication before handing it to her.
Paige started to giggle from the doorway, but met furious looks from Piper and Leo, "What? It's funny."
"It's not going to be funny when he ends up in some public place in a swirl of blue lights and the department of children services is called on an abandoned magical baby. And we thought the cleaners were problems before," Piper handed Chris back to Leo—who was now beginning to calm down and drift into a nap.
She turned back to Wyatt and opened a small wooden box on the floor. Inside was a single pink quartz. "Wyatt, I hate to do this to you. I do. But you have got to be punished and you have got to learn that orbing your baby brother all over creation is wrong. Bad bad," she shook her finger at him, "and since we can't trust you to stay in time out without orbing away," she placed the pink quartz in the doorway, "I've got to lock you in magically," she finished as the other four crystals in the corners of the room glowed pink and created a pink force field around the room.
Leo shook his head no, rocking back and forth with Chris, "Sorry, bud. Mama's orders. Time out is for big boys when they've been bad, and you've been bad." Wyatt turned his back on his father and sat facing the wall on his sit and spin. "He turned his back on me," he said as he followed Piper and Paige back out of the room, "I hope that's not foreshadowing anything."
"Try not to read too much into it, Leo," Paige rolled her eyes, "he's two. They do that. I must say," she picked an apple out of the bowl in the kitchen, "that I think that quartz time out shield is genius."
Leo sat down in the rocking chair in the conservatory and rocked Chris, smiling down at his newest son. "Well," he glanced up at Paige and Piper, who was preparing lunch, "It was something I picked up from Penny."
"Grams?" Piper smiled at him in awe, "What do you mean?"
Leo laughed, "Because of Patty's pact with Nicholas, your powers weren't bound until after Phoebe was born. So, your grandmother had to have someway to keep you from using your powers while you were being punished, just like we do with Wyatt."
Paige crunched her apple, "You summoned Grams to ask her how to put Wyatt into timeout?" she took another bite.
Leo blushed, "No, I saw Grams put Piper and Prue into timeout," he looked down at Chris to avoid Piper's and Paige's amazed looks. "What? You saw me at the magical be-in? You know I've known you since you were little."
Piper finished putting the mayo on her sandwich before commenting, "Well, sweetie, pardon me for being a little weirded out. Afterall, that means you've been watching me since I was a baby—and you still married and made two little boys with me."
"I've had a long time to fall in love with you," he beamed.
Paige tossed her apple core in the sink as she picked up the morning edition of the Bay Mirror. Instinctively she flipped to the advice column and read what Phoebe had written to Bashful in Berkley. Ever since Cole had left, Phoebe's columns had been her refuge. She was hardly ever home, the length of the columns was increasing, as were their number. Instead of doing one letter a day, Phoebe had taken to two, and three on Sunday. The topics also were more geared around lost loves, and meeting new people, how to rekindle with the old, and what to do if it didn't work out. Bashful seemed to be having the problem of not being able to "connect" with that bold blue eyed stranger across the cubicle. "Gag me," Paige dropped the paper back on the table and walked to the pantry. "Anybody else notice how syrupy Phoebe's columns have been since Cole's journey of self-discovery began? 'Never stop hoping that Mr. Right will walk back into your life—or walk into your life from the cubicle across the room. It only takes a moment for the sparks to ignite and your love to be on fire'," Paige babbled in a high pitched voice as she dipped her finger into the jar of peanut butter she had grabbed out of the pantry, "Phoebe can write so much better than that. It sounds like something out of a trashy romance novel," she concluded sticking the peanut butter laden finger in her mouth. "And in her case, Mr. Right may be conjured right back into her life so she better be careful what she wishes for."
"She's not the only member of this family who is mellow-dramatic," Piper rolled her eyes and Paige stuck out her tongue, "She'll find her voice again. She always does," Piper sat down to her well-deserved lunch as the baby monitor orbed onto the table in front of her and she heard Wyatt's baby voice saying, "Mommy? I done. Mommy?" Piper closed her eyes as she crunched into her sandwich.
Leo laid Chris in his bassinet and kissed Piper on the cheek, "I got him."
"And just think, Grams had three of you," Paige added with a wink, still eating the peanut butter straight from the jar.

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Phoebe sat behind her desk flipping through a stack of letters. The topics ranged from the banal talk of crushes to the serious exposé of extramarital affairs. Phoebe had found it increasingly difficult to focus on her work. She knew that it appeared to her sisters that her work was her only focus—however, while at work, she could think of nothing but Cole. She didn't know where he was or what he was doing. She knew that his resurrection and subsequent rekindling of their romance was a whirlwind, but it happened all the same. Both she and Cole had agreed to part ways, that it was necessary for them—to figure out where the two years of their separation had taken them. But Phoebe couldn't forget the look in his eyes when he kissed her, or the electricity that surged through her body when his hand grazed hers. The memories were almost more unbearable than the separation. Even the smallest things brought memories racing back—like the smell of coffee and cinnamon on the breeze, or larger still, the pictures of beaches in southern France that graced the cover of the travel magazine on the table in the lobby.
"Phoebe," Elise sighed as she walked into her office and dropped a copy of the most recent Ask Phoebe on her desk before sitting on the sofa across from her number one go-to girl, "have you read your article for today?"
Phoebe rolled her eyes, she felt like of all the people who should be glad she was dedicating herself 110 to her work, it should be Elise. "Of course I have," Phoebe picked up the copy and began reading. It didn't take her long to find out the reason why Elise was staring at her with her muscle under her eye twitching and her foot bouncing at least one hundred times a minute, "I've used Cole's name in here every time I should have been referring to Sam in Sausalito," Phoebe lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
Elise walked around the corner of Phoebe's desk and took Phoebe's hand in hers. "You need a break, Phoebe. Think about it," she squeezed her, "but before you decide to take off, please go back through and correct the names in the article, ok?"
"Right," Phoebe sheepishly grinned.

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"Leo, thanks for coming," Paige stood up from behind her desk to speak to her brother-in-law, "Everything ok at home?"
"Wyatt is just orbing Chris out of the house again. It's just this time the little guy found me—fortunately," he sighed.
"I know,I was there," Paige rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah," Leo gave her a sheepish grin.
"Only child?" Paige questioned leaning back against the desk.
"Yes, why?" Leo scrunched his brow.
"You won't understand sibling rivalry," Paige teased.
Leo chuckled, "That's what you think. I have lived with three sisters for the past seven years," he finished with a wink. "But that's not why you brought me here, head mistress. How can I help you?"
Paige's expression fell as she turned around and lifted the gold leafed envelope from her desk. "One of the other elders was in earlier to check on the progress of the school... or to check on me, however you want to look at it. Anyway, he dropped of this for you," she handed Leo the envelope with his name engraved on the front. "It seemed pretty important, so I thought I should get it to you pretty fast."
"Thanks," Leo turned his back to Paige and slowly opened the envelope. He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest, and he had the sudden feeling of detachment from his body. His mouth watered and lights began to flash in front of his eyes as he sunk onto the couch in Paige's office.
"Leo?" Paige rushed to his side. Leo leaned over and put his head in his lap. "Water," Paige called as a pitcher of water and a cup from the shelves behind her desk orbed to the coffee table. "Here," she poured him a glass and handed it to him.
Leo drank two full glasses before leaning his head against the back of the sofa, still with his eyes closed and his chest heaving with anxious respirations. As his breathing slowed he finally opened his eyes to a worried sister-in-law. "Panic attack," he eased her fears, "haven't had one of those since the war," he sat up slowly and handed Paige the letter.
Her eyes widened as she read what was written, "This can't be for real," she jumped up in anger. "It wasn't murder, it was self-preservation! Self-defense! And the bastard was trying to steal your family! What the hell?!" she turned her anger toward the ceiling in hopes that the elders were listening.
"Elders aren't supposed to kill. We are supposed to be setting the example for all things good. And killing another elder...is...a very serious offense," Leo took another long sip of water.
Paige heaved a heavy sigh before collecting herself and taking a seat next to Leo and reading from the letter, "Leo, this letter is to inform you that a tribunal will be convened in precisely twelve days to determine your fate for the action of killing another elder. It will be considered at that time whether your soul will be relinquished and freed. You will be given the opportunity to defend yourself to lessen your sentence. Please be prepared. The tribunal will convene precisely at noon twelve days hence and will be comprised of your peers. We apologize that it has come to this," Paige dropped the paper on the floor, "That is bull shit, Leo. Relinquish your soul? Isn't it yours? I mean..." she began to pace.
"I know, why do you think I had a panic attack, Paige," Leo rested his head back in his lap. "It's not just that... it's what it would mean for Wyatt and Chris."
"Tell me about it," Paige rolled her eyes, "Big Chris was concerned about not growing up with you around the first time, how is he going to handle this?"
Leo lifted his head, revealing an even more pallid face than before, "No, that's not it. If my soul is relinquished, I cease to exist, my powers cease to exist...Chris and Wyatt could cease to exist because they are part of me."
The gravity of Leo's words knocked Paige back as she fell on her desktop, "Leo, my dad died, I'm here."
"No, your dad cut his wings before he died. And he chose to move on. If my soul is freed, it will move on whether I am ready or not. It has the potential to change history both past and present," Leo swallowed.
"Yikes," Paige picked the letter up off the floor as her heart skipped a beat for her family.