THE NEXT GENERATION

Something Wiccan This Way Comes…Back

Disclaimer- Original Charmed characters are NOT mine. I'm trying to stay true to the original series, while continuing the story. This is my season 1, episode 1.

A/N- This is my rewrite/rework, hope everyone enjoys it. It is now separated into proper chapters. Also since I'm anal I'll try to rewrite/rework my other episodes while hopefully updating new stories...

In a lonely alley, the hustle of the nighttime city barely penetrates into the quiet and darkness. A cat meows, the sole inhabitant of the eerily still alley. A watery shimmer suddenly appears and grows larger, rounder. Like a great tunnel into another place or time, it opens large enough to allow a group of five people through. The cat, whether angry at the intrusion on its solitude or at the unmistakable scent of magic and other-world ness in the air, hisses and runs out of the once lonely alley and into the bustling city street that it leads to.

A handsome brunette, who's shaggy hair needs cutting, calls, "Hurry, I don't know how long this will stay open. I have never made one this big before!" He gestures frantically to the people behind him. A man slightly younger, with a more powerful build and lighter hair; another man younger still than the second; with dancing blue eyes, an older man, needing a shave, with his arm around the lone woman in the group, an older beauty with dark hair and clear blue eyes follow him out of the portal. All have a vaguely wild look about them. It is not in their dress but in their eyes, their mannerisms.

The last man through, the oldest, looks around in apprehension and speaks, "I knew you could do it son." He claps his son on the shoulder then turns to the woman among the group, obviously his wife.

"I just hope it closes…." She says. Worry darkens her beautiful blue eyes as frown lines crease her forehead.

"…We don't want to be followed by anything." He finished her thought, matching lines creasing his brow.

"Relax, Pop, nobody was around when Parker opened it." Palmer, the youngest of the group, replied. His eyes, the same blue as his mother's were not darkened with worry but, rather, with a feverish gleam of hope.

Parker tried to ease his parents' fears, "Come on, we've come to a great place. We can leave our fear back there," he indicates the closing portal with a nod of his head, his hair falling over his eye, "where it belongs." Parker had been visiting this reality for weeks, determining whether or not it was a reality that the family could move to.

"Yeah, well, being married to your mother I've learned that magic ALWAYS has consequences." He shares a worried look with his wife before they follow the cat out of the alley and out onto the busy San Francisco street.

Back in the alley, the portal is slowly getting smaller, just before it closes, a lone figure steps through. The figure is a dark and handsome man; the sinister smile on his face barely detracting from his looks. He looks around intently, raising his head, he sniffs the night air and smells the unmistakable scent of magic.

"Ah, I think I'm going to like it here, this looks like it could be fun." On the word "fun", his eyes glow red. In the blink of an eye, he disappears, leaving the alley empty.