Disclaimer : Still don't own Charmed, well dang. I was hoping after I blew out a candle at my friend's Birthday and made a wish I would, but apparently not. Well shucks, who knew? Any who, I don't own Charmed, but the plot is mine, the other Characters are mine, and if you steal any of it I will hurt you, and if you run, I will send my personal hell hounds after you to hunt you down, along with an assassin or two! Please enjoy the story.

Author's note : Please review after you read this, I'm not asking for a million or anything, just a few. Well, this is the story you've been waiting for - well not really. It's the story you've been waiting for since the other one finished. They are going after the Source - now it may completely fail, but you'll have to wait to find that out. But that's not the point, you can expect some major vanquishes and please note, there may be a few insults thrown the Source's way. Any input that you have for this story, I will try to include. Like if you want a certain person to come back, request for an episode, or a certain event to happen, I will work it in if I can.

1x04 : Any Witch Way They Can.

Summary : Mourning the loss of their friend, the remaining six are livid and they only have one thing on their mind-they want revenge against the Source. But when their elders tell them not to act rashly, will they listen, or will they be giving the Source exactly what he wants?

Chapter One : Looking From A Distance

Taking a deep breath, Piper smoothed the imaginary wrinkles out of her black dress and met Leo's eyes and watched as he nodded. This is what she had been fearing since her children were born - her children having to follow in her footsteps. Not only did they have to fight the Source like she and her sisters had - playing a pawn in the endless batle between good abd evil, but they were forced to endure pain. And not just as any pain, the pain of loss. Her children burying someone they loved today, a dear friend. That was something that, though inevitable, was an experience that no one wanted to go through. But death by natural causes was bad enough, but to lose some prematurely, to have them taken away from you before their time, that was a whole different category of pain.

Deciding not to delay the unavoidable discomfort, Piper pushed open the kitchen door and froze when she saw Henry Jr, Caleb, Chris and Wyatt all sitting at the dining room table, "hey," she greeted in a strained voice, and it was easy to see that she was trying to put on a brave face for them - smiling through the tears. They were in enough pain as it was, and though she hadn't known Kelsey that well - well not as well as Caleb and Emily - Piper had known her well enough to know that it wouldn't be the same without her. Kelsey had just been one of those people with the "top of the world" personality that drew people to her. "You should eat something," she stated as she frowned. She knew they were grieving, but ever the doting mother, she had to make sure they took care of themselves again. She knew how they were feeling, where they were - hell she had been there.

Caleb shook his head slightly, "I'm not hungry," he said quietly, fiddling with the hem of the table cloth that was on Piper's table - which was ready for after when people came to the house to give their condolences, all of Kelsey's friends and relatives. Caleb had been surprised by the list of people too, he had known that Kelsey had a lot of friends, and he had met some of her faimly. But he had never known that her extended was so large, that only showed to him how little he truly knew Kelsey. But what bothered him the most was that the little mysteries about Kelsey that he would never get to solve. So, in the long run housing her family, her funeral was the least they could do, they had gotten her killed.

"Me neither," Chris muttered as he kept his eyes fixated on the center piece on the table. It was his fault, and his alone Kelsey was dead. The Source had used his flashbacks against everyone by planting a fake plan in everyone's mind. Everyone had thought the Source was going after him - but that was a distraction, planted to get them off the Source's real plan. Causing them pain, the pain one felt while experiencing the loss of a friend. And Chris had walked right into it, accepting the potion without a second to thought as to what the consequences would be, who would be hurt as a result as of his actions. He had known something was wrong, he had known he should have followed his instincts - the teachings his family had installed in his mind since birth. And because of all of that, his friend was dead.

Leo sighed as he walked in, leaning against the doorframe. Hearing the phone ring, Leo turned to answer it, but stopped to smile when he saw Melinda answer it, nodding she sighed as she hung up. "Em is meeting us there," she said simply, looking down. She could sense the grief coming from her friends and family, and it was killing her. She needed to get away from them and their overwhelming emotions, but they needed her. She couldn't leave, not now. She wasn't as close to Kelsey as the others were, probably because of the age difference, but that didn't mean she found it easy to accept that the Source was going after them now. How long would be until he struck again? Who would he target next? Because Melinda knew, oh she knew the Source wasn't done. This was only the beginning. To him, Kelsey's death was only the beginning.

Walking in, Phoebe nodded, "we should get going," she said quietly, her hand resting on the doorframe as she peered it. Seeing everyone slowly get up from the table, she met Piper's eyes and sighed as they all headed out the door. She would never get over this, she would never be able to live with loosing people. It was something she hadn'y had to deal with for twenty years, but it scared her how easily that stab of pain could come back. The last person they had lost had been Christy, but she had been gone before they had met her. She had been lost to the corruption and grief she had been raised in, much the same way she imagined they had - would have lost Wyatt in the other time-line. The one Chris had saved, but all the same. She only prayed that she didn't have to experience this pain in her heart for a long time. Glancing at her broken family. Phoebe sighed. She whisped it wasn't for a very long, long time.

At the church where the service was being held, the same place the had buried Prue years previous all the living members of the Warren line were gathered along with the friends and family of Kelsey. All the people entering all wore pained expressions as they all went to their seats, and from the front, they were nothing more than a sea of sadness, grief, and black.

Starring at the white coffin, Emily froze as she saw a picture of Kelsey laying on top of it, covered in flowers. This wasn't right, Kelsey was to lively to be in that wooden box, resting. Kelsey was a restless person, this was completely messed up. Taking a deep breath, she didn't acknowledge when Wyatt placed a hand on her shoulder, instead she simply shrugged it of and went to sit in her seat.

Paige sighed as she sat a row behind her son, holding her husbands hand, she noted how everyone had tears streaming down their cheeks, and it broke her heart as she watched Kelsey's father sit up straight and wrap his arm around his wife, and then all the whispered conversations of grief stopped instantly.

Clearing his throat, the Vicar addressed the crowd. "Dear family and friends, I am saddened to have you all here today," he said sympathetically. "But remember," he paused. "We have come together today not to mourn the loss of Kelsey, but to celebrate her life," he said.

Linda Vincent , Kelsey's mother, turned her head to lean into her husband's shoulder as she sobbed into it. She couldn't hear anymore. Her baby girl was dead, her only daughter, only child was gone. This was wrong, so terribly and utterly wrong. No parent should have to bury their child.

The Vicar noticed this, but continued on. "I have from many people heard about what kind of person the Kelsey was," he stated simply. "And from what I have heard she was a gentle woman who enjoyed her life, though it was cut short, to the fullest." Smiling, his gentle eyes met Emily's tear-stained face. "And on that account, it is my understanding that Miss Simms has prepared us a few words," he said as he backed down.

The whole Halliwell family and Caleb's mouths fell as the watched Emily wipe her eyes with the back on her hands, successively smudging all her make-up making her look more worn out and grief stricken than she already did. They hadn't known Emily was saying anything, but they shouldn't have been surprised, they were friends and roommates.

Standing in front of the crowd, Emily took a deep breath. "Where to begin," she mused, smiling sadly at the crowd. "How do you tell an entire life's story, all the accomplishments, and what a person meant to other's in a few short words?" She asked, bracing her hands on the podium in front of her, Emily shook her head. "You can't," she said simply. "Kelsey Vincent," she said slowly, "she was one of my best friends. There was not one bad thing about her, and if one thing was true, she was a kind-hearted person," she strained as the tears threatened to flow. "She always had a smile on her face, especially when she came home from the library," she stated, causing the audience smile in their grief. "She was a good talker," she frowned, "but more that that she was a good listener. No matter who you were or what your problem was, Kelsey would make the time to talk to you, something that often drove me to no end," Emily said, her voice shaking as she spoke. "She knew what she wanted in life, and she wasn't afraid to go after it. So if I had to describe her and put her life into words I would say she was compassionate, strong-willed, and," a lone tear streamed down her cheek, "and .. She was truly loved. And because of this, she while be deeply missed." Emily took a deep, shaky breath, "and she was taken before her time, but I know she would want us to celebrate her life, not sit around and grieve her. So I just wanted to say I …. I …." Emily couldn't finish off much more as tears pooled in her eyes and streamed down her face at full force.

Being the one on the end, Caleb got to his feet and walked up to Emily and draped his arm over her shoulder and lead her back to her seat beside him. Once they were sitting back down, he looked at Wyatt and frowned as Emily leaned into his side as the tears over took her body as she wracked against his side.

In The Underworld.

The Source was in a wonderful mood, hell if the demons were brave enough they would even go as far as to say that he was pleasurable and delightful. No one had ever heard of the Source being in this good of a mood, and they could actually get use to this. But they knew the moment that something bad happened he would be back to his old, grumpy, bossy self. But that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy his good mood while it lasted.

Finally a plan against the Halliwells had worked. The Source had managed to wipe one of their group out, and while it wasn't a Halliwell, it would surely cause them pain. And for now, that was enough for them. This was a game, a deadly game. And he had won the last round. But on thing was for sure, the Halliwells would be down here, and they would strike with a vengeance.

But at the moment the Source didn't care, not as he was watching the service through his crystal ball. "How touching," he drawled sarcastically, as he saw Emily break down into tears, "she misses her friends," an evil smirk appeared on his face. And he knew he had been right, he had been watching their reactions to finding Kelsey from the safety of his courters, and he had known at the moment that he had made the right choice in killing Kelsey. Sure, one of the members of the Warren line would have sufficed, but that would have had all of them out for blood, including the Charmed Ones. But now, the Source knew the next generation, along with the aid of Miss Simms and Mr Johnson, would act rashly. They didn't have the years of experience that their parents had, instead they would come after him wanting nothing more than to leave with his head on a plate - and that was fine by him. He would be ready for them. After all, it was about time he had gotten some credit. They had never given him enough credit in their little game. And it was time for his favourite part of the match - sudden death.

Opening Credits:
In the Shadows, The Rasmus

Starring:
Drew Fuller ... Chris Halliwell
Wes Ramsey ... Wyatt Halliwell
Jennifer Love Hewitt ... Prue Halliwell
Channing Tatum ... Henry "Junior" Matthews
Steven Strait ... Caleb Johnson
Laura Ramsey ... Emily Simms

With :
Eliza Dushku ... Katy Halliwell
Rachel Bilson ... Elizabeth Halliwell
Amber Tamblyn ... Melinda Halliwell
Jessica Origliasso ... Oriana Matthews
Lisa Origliasso ... Callie Matthews

Camera pans over the Golden Gate Bridge, and then slowly pans across the city, and then it slowly descends to a church, showing the gargoyles until the door flings open and the camera zooms to the crowd.

Prue couldn't stand it anymore. All the people were shaking their hands, giving them hugs saying meaningless things such as they were sorry for there loss, and Kelsey would be sorely missed, or that she was a great person. And Prue was sick and tired of it, their condolences wouldn't bring Kelsey back.

Not to mention the emotions she was picking up from everyone were bound to drive her insane, as if her feelings weren't enough, Kelsey had to have been this great person that everyone would miss. She couldn't deal with all this pain and grief, she was soon going to lock herself in a basement somewhere. Or her apartment, that could work. "I'll never be able to get used to this," Prue whispered, while wrapped under Henry Jr's arm. "I'll never get used to loosing people," she looked up at him, her big brown eyes shining in tears. "We wont have to, will we?" She asked, fear gripping her heart.

Henry Jr exhaled against the tension that hadn't been lifted yet and sighed. "Neither will I, Prue," he said as he watched Emily cast two roses onto the casket before it was covered with earth; a single red rose for love, and a yellow rose for goodbye. They had never thought they would have to say goodbye to their friend. "And I hope we don't have to either," he said, seeing Prue's frown, he sighed against the morning air. "Loosing people."

Caleb sighed as he stood next to Chris, watching as Wyatt headed their way so he could, without a doubt, go comfort Emily. "She's really beating herself up over this," He stated as he watched Emily watch Kelsey's grave slowly be covered by dirt.

Chris nodded, "we all are," he pointed out, he shook his head. "Should have seen it," he muttered, "the Source used me as a decoy," he shook his head again. He couldn't get over that, and because of that, he knew that this was truly his fault. Sure, the others were applying blame to themselves, but when it boiled down to it, it was his fault. And his fault alone.

Caleb sighed, "he's a callous bastard," Caleb pointed out, "and he played us," he admitted bitterly. "He's a demon, he gets off on the whole power trip and to him this is nothing more than a game." Seeing Chris' look Caleb frowned, "and to him the game isn't over until we're all six ft under in a pine box."

Chris nodded, "we aren't going to let that happen," he vowed, his eyes hardening at the thought of loosing anyone else, and with that he looked at Emily and Wyatt and sighed. "We should give them some time," he said as he walked over to his cousins, Caleb following behind him.

Up There.

Grams was pacing lividly, "if the Source thinks he can get away with this," she growled, walking past her daughter and eldest grand-daughter, "then he has another thing coming to him," she stated. Stopping her pacing she whipped around and crossed her arms, "and if that be the case, he doesn't know the Halliwells well enough!" She raged.

Sighing, Prudence, the eldest daughter of Victor and Patty looked at her mother sympathetically, she had seen what her sisters had went through when she had died, and she didn't want her nieces and nephews to go through the same thing - but it was to late. They had already lost a friend, and so early on too. "You know we're not allowed to interfere," she said bitterly, "nor can they see her," she rolled her eyes. When she had died, she had wanted nothing more than to talk to her sisters, especially when she had learned of Paige. She had wanted to go down there and assure her baby sister she didn't have to earn a place in the family, she had been allowed to. "Who makes up these rules?" She demanded, "there has to be something we can do."

Patty sighed as she rubbed her eyes, "I know sweetie," she soothed. "And if there was something we could do, we would be able to," she assured. She met eyes with Prue, "but you have to accept that whatever happens is up to them, and maybe this is something that they have to do this on their own," she said, remembering how her other daughters had had to pull together after Prue had died, and now her grnadchildren had to do the same thing. Everything happened for a reason, she truly believed that.

"You mean there is nothing we can do," she whispered, as a new edition joined them, and Prudence immediately stood up. "Oh honey," she whispered, walking over to see the woman she knew as a friend considering the amount of time she spent on earth. Throwing her arms around her, she rubbed the young girl's back, "how are you taking things?" And as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she instantly regretted them. She knew exactly how she was feeling, the same way she had been feeling when she had died. Shocked, confused, worried, anger - it was the process everyone went through.

Kelsey sighed, "I'm dead," she said sadly, almost as if it were a programmed response, but then again, no one expected the truth to be easy for her to accept. Sniffing, Kelsey pulled out of Prudence's arms, "he's going to go after them next, isn't he?" She asked, but due to her bitter tone, it sounded more like a demand. But even before their response, she had saw the look they had shared with each other. She knew that he would, but if she was honest with herself they would go after him. And while she wanted him to pay - she wanted his head on a plate for what he had done to her, but she didn't want her friends to be hurt, or worst killed out of some act of revenge. But she wasn't allowed to see them, she couldn't tell then how she felt, and even if someone else was summoned they weren't allowed to pass the message along. She was completely voiceless, and she hated it. Emily had been right, freedom of speech was importent.

Patty reached out and patted Kelsey's back, "honey we have no proof of that," she assured, sharing a look with her mother and daughter - a look that Kelsey noticed. "He may leave them alone for a while to -"

"No he wont!" Kelsey snapped, "he killed me to cause them pain, to make them venerable," she hissed, "and now that they're grieving he's going to make his move, and I will not allow either one of them to join me here anytime soon!" She raged, she knew she was dead and she accepted it. She had known she was going to die before she had passed away, and dying for people she loved - well, she had never considered how she would die, but if she had - that would ahve been it.

"Sweetie," Patty soothed, only to cringe when the thunder roared and she sighed, this was the response she had been expecting - anger. "Honey," she tried again, "you can't act like this, you have to believe that your friends will make it through this."

"But what if they can't!?"

"If it was meant to be, it will be," Patty assured, "everything is -"

"Predestined," Kelsey finished bitterly, crossing her arms as she sighed. Being dead sucked! Besides, Patty, Prudence and Grams all interfered, why couldn't she? After all, these were her friends - her family that they were talking about! She didn't care if it was against the rules, she would help them out. She was dead, personal gain couldn't really apply to her. What would the Elders do? Kill her again?

"Em?" Wyatt asked, his hand reaching out, gently grabbing her shoulder, and almost instantly, Emily turned around and walked into his arms. "We'll get through this," he whispered, stroking her long blonde hair as Emily leaned against his shoulder. "You hear me?" He asked, "we'll get through this," but from his tone he knew he sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as Emily. But they would get through this, sure they were brokenm but they weren't dead. Broken was something they could fix, death, however, was something they couldn't. No matter how much they wanted to.

Emily nodded slightly, resting her head on Wyatt's chest, something that was nothing new to her. Her standing with him, his arms around her, and tears streaming down her face was reminding a lot of the time when her parents had seperated. "I just hope everyone forgives me," she whispered, a new set of tears pooling in her eyes, only to stream down her face at the thought of her friend, dead under the ground - restless. She would never forgive herseld, not for this. Looking into the future and not seeing that it would rain later that day - the was acceptable. Letting Kelsey's death escape her, not so much.

Wyatt frowned as he continued rubbing comforting circles on her back, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand Emily's thoughts. Why wouldn't everyone forgive her, or, better yet, what did they have to forgive her for? She had done nothing wrong, if anyone needed forgiveness it was him, Henry Jr and Chris - they hadn't been able to heal her. They had been to late, but as to why Emily needed their forgiveness didn't make sense. So, unable to come up with anything, Wyatt sighed. "For what?"

Emily snorted in disbelief, "come on, Wy!" She hissed pulling away from him. "It was my vision that made us believe that the Source was after Chris, and then he used to that his advantage and got Kelsey because we were so concerned about Chris, all of which ended in the Source getting Kelsey," she rambled, ignoring several of Wyatt's attempts to stop her. "So you know, this is all my fault," she admitted, her words breaking making her unable to finish her rant as Wyatt wrapped his arms around her once more and held her closer to his body, rocking back and forth. Holding her in a tighter hold than before so she wouldn't be able to break free this time.

"No," Wyatt said, holding Emily close to his body as he held her as she tried to pull out of his arm by thrashing about. "It wasn't - isn't," he corrected, "your fault," he assured. "This is something we couldn't control, if anyone this is the Source's fault," he pointed out, a snarl appearing on his face at the very mention of the Source. "He killed Kelsey, not you. There was no way you could have seen this, and I know you Emily, if you had seen this, if you had known this would happen, you would have stopped it. We all would have. You didn't know what the Source was up -"

"Well I should have," Emily snapped, unable to let their current topic go. She wouldn't let it go. She had gotten her friend killed. She was the reason that Kelsey was dead. And she knew, on some level that there was nothing she could have done, but that didn't change the facts. It was just as well that she had been the one to kill Kelsey. "No, I-" but her words were cut off at the finger touching her lips, frowning as Wyatt didn't remove his finger as he leaned forward, kissing her forehead.

"No, Emily," Wyatt pleaded, begging for her to see the truth. "This wasn't your fault. No words and no apologies, this wasn't your fault," he whispered as he looked into her tear-filled brown eyes as the other walked over to them, all with grim looks on their faces.

Seeing no one else was going to answer, Prue asked the one question everyone had on their minds. "What do we do now?" She asked, readjusting herself in Henry's arms, then she looked up at Henry's face, then to Caleb, then Chris, then Emily, and then finally - Wyatt. She knew they were going to do something, there was no way the Source was getting away with this. Not while she was still breathing - not while any of them were breathing. They all wanted the same thing - for the Source to pay. To cause him as much pain as possible, and then to kill him - once again as painfully as possible. He was not going to get away with this.

Wyatt sighed, his face turning to a scowl at the blood that was sure to be paid. "We strike back," Wyatt whispered, meeting everyone's eyes as they looked at him, "we're getting even." He vowed, and they would. He knew his parents and everyone else would tell them not to act rashly, that acting so would be dangerous and ludicrous to go after the Source to avenge Kelsey without a plan. But none of them were thinking right, there was only one thing they could really do. "We're going after the Source."

To Be Continued…

Author's Note : There you go, yet another story - and I'm sorry if this one wont be as happy as the other, but come on! There had to be angst somewhere, and for all of you that are upset about the death of Kelsey - she wasn't my first choice. At first I was going to kill Caleb - but I changed my mind. So consider your options, and come on. This is Kelsey, you know she's going to find a way to interfere, well possibly. But I promise, she will be back. Probably in the next season at some point. Please review.