A/N: First off I don't normally watch Charmed. I got this idea when a friend and I watched it when she was over one day (we saw the one were Phoebe and Coal got married). So thus being the case, not everything is right, so don't yell at me. My friend tried to get me as close as possible to the TV show. But this being a fanfic, I decided that I can do what ever I want with the people (even kill them off if I wanted to (evil grin)).
                Disclaimer/ Warning!! I do not own the Charmed Ones (but I do own Syrin, Charis, Nicole, and the Prue in this one). Also, if you have a problem with homosexual conduct I suggest you turn back now or read all the A/N.

Phoebe Halliwell gasped as a vision over came her:

Her newborn baby boy disappearing.
                A young man with black hair and eyes, smiling, in a charming way
                The Seer holding her baby, and the Source looking over her shoulder. A smile- as cold as the artic- on his face.
                The young man again, a proud, self-satisfied look in his black eyes, a half smile on his full lips; blood on his face.

"Pheobe?" Her sister Piper called to her, "Honey what's wrong? What did you see?"
Phoebe gripped Piper's hand, hard enough to make the other woman wince, "I-"
"Mrs. Halliwell?" A very nervous looking nurse walked into the room.
Pheobe stared at the nurse, brown eyes wide in fear, "What is it?"
The nurse opened her hands in a pleading manner, "Now, Mrs. Halliwell, calm down."
Pheobe glared at the woman, "No I will not calm down, what is it?"
Piper smoothed her sister's short dark brown hair down, hoping to calm her a bit.
The nurse tried to smile, "Now we're looking everywhere, but-"
"What the Hell is going on! Just tell me damn it!" Pheobe yelled at the nurse, tired of the word games and beating around the bush. 
Piper stared at her sister, never having heard her this angry before, irrational, yes, angry no.  
The nurse took a deep breath, "Your son's diapered from the nursery. I'm so sorry."
Piper took a deep breath of her own, having given birth to her daughter Prue – who she had named after her dead sister- only three months before, she couldn't image what Pheobe must be going though right now.
Pheobe laid back on the pillows, a shocked look on her face, seeing it in a vision and hearing it in real life was two totally different things.
The nurse stepped forward, a worried frown in between her eyes "Mrs. Halliwell, are you alright?"
Piper stared at the nurse, wondering just how stupid the woman really was.
Pheobe stared blankly at her bed covers, "Go away please."

The nurse nodded and left. Piper stood to go, but her sister gripped her hand, "What is it?" She asked.
Tears filled Pheobe's eyes, "Don't bother looking for him." She took a deep breath, "The Source has him."
Piper blinked in astonishment, "How do you know?"
Pheobe chocked back a sob, "I saw it just now."
Piper sat next to her younger sister, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry." Piper knew that that was far from being comforting, but it was the best thing she could think of saying.
Pheobe sobbed to her sister, "I don't know how this could have happened."
Piper took younger sister into her arms, holding her and murmuring comforting nothing as Pheobe cried herself to sleep.

15 years later

Prue muttered as she searched the shadows with her flashlight, "Stupid cat, always running off." She walked to the other side of the driveway and looked though the bushes there, "Misty, here kitty kitty." She called; the smoke gray cat was only a year old and always getting into trouble.
Prue looked over to the house behind her neighbors, she could see the house from were she stood; the other house was behind and catty corner to hers.
Sighing she turned the flashlight off, "Well when she gets hungry, she'll come back."
"Excuse me." A soft voice said behind her.
Prue jumped at turned on her flashlight, pointing it in the direction of the voice.
A teenage boy, about her age, smiled back at her, his black hair down to his jaw line, framing his delicate looking face. As a matter of fact, the boy looked too skinny for his dark jeans and t-shirt. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he raised his arms a bit, Misty was curled up in them, looking content, "but this little one here came into the house and I heard you calling, so I thought that she might be yours." The boys voice sounded soft, like whispering silk.
Prue smiled and walked foreword to retrieve her cat, "Thank you, for bringing her back."
The boy smiled and handed Misty over, "That's all right," he gestured to the house that Prue had been studding earlier, "I just moved in a week ago."
Prue nodded, "Oh yeah, that's grate." Suddenly remembering her manners, Prue offered a hand, "I'm Pure Halliwell."
The boy smiles and took the offered hand, "Syrin Andons."
 Prue smiled and reclaimed her hand, she didn't know what it was about this Syrin Andons, but she found it hard to breath.
Syrin smiled a ghost of a smile and brushed a hand against her honey colored hair, "You're very pretty, Prue Halliwell." With that he turned and walked back to his house.
Prue smiled and quickly walked back inside, tucking her honey colored hair behind her ears, her gray-blue eyes smiling. She looked like her mother- Piper- but she had her father's –Leo- coloring.
Piper smiled and pulled a chicken out of the oven,  "Hey you found her."
Prue nodded, "I met our neighbors too, well their kid anyway," she blushed, "Syrin Andons."
Piper looked at her daughter, "Are you blushing?"
Thankfully Prue didn't have to answer that, because her father, Leo walked into the kitchen at that moment, "Mmm, smells good." He reached for the chicken and got his hand slapped lightly for his effort.
Piper gave her husband a amused warning look, "It's hot."
Leo smiled and kissed his wife, "So are you."
Piper giggled and made a shooing motion with her hands, "Get out of here, it's still about twenty minutes before dinner is ready."
Leo and Prue walked out and into the living room were Paige smiled at them, and returned to watching TV. Leo and Prue sat down next to her and waited for dinner, the smells coming form the kitchen torturing the three hungry people.

The dark haired youth kneeled in fount of the woman, a slight smile on his lips as the dark skinned woman paced in front of him, "So," she said, "the spell has been placed?"
The youth didn't look up, he didn't have to, he could her hear the doubt in her voice, "Yes mother." His voice was like whispering silk, "The first part of the Source's plan is in affect."
The Seer ran her fingers though the soft black locks, "Yes, so it is." Her voice was slightly dry. She looked down at the youth, "Your Father will be pleased."
The youth looked up into the dark green eyes of his foster mother, his black eyes amused, "Yes he will be." He kissed his mother's warm palm, and whispered, "May we continue with the plan?"
The Seer smiles, a far way look in her eyes, "Soon my son, soon."