Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or X-Men. The fic takes place right after Valhalley of the Dolls but before Forget Me...Not so Leo doesn't trust Chris, but the sisters do. Also, Logan and Rouge are coming from just after the first movie, so they're very close.
Demons? That's a Little Harsh...
Piper's POV
Phoebe and I were sitting at the coffee table in the kitchen. Phoebe was wearing a cute white t-shirt, black jeans, and a multicolored scarf around her neck.
"So, do you like Jason or not?" I asked Phoebe in exasperation.
First she would say how he was arrogant, and rude, but the next moment, she was singing his praises to the sky.
"No! Yes!" Phoebe said, then she sighed and put her head in her hands. "I don't know anymore."
I leaned my head closer to Phoebe. My little sister had a strange love life.
"Look, I know it's hard because he's still in Hong Kong, but you can't tie yourself down for him."
I paused as Phoebe looked up at me, looking thoroughly depressed.
"If you really love him, then wait, but if you're not sure...it's not fair for you to tie yourself down."
Phoebe nodded, looking marginally better. It was times like these that I loved; no demons to vanquish, Leo was out of my hair, and Chris was out of the house. It was rare that Phoebe, Paige and I actually had time to be sisters. Usually we just fought demons.
"Agh!"
I heard a scream come from the living room. Phoebe turned towards it.
"What was that?" she asked, piquing up at the idea of a vanquish.
I was not so eager for another glitch in the normal life I tried so hard to live.
"If it's a demon, I'm gonna make sure it knows to stay away from my house." I said angrily.
Did demons wait for the worst moment to attack?
"Paige!" I called as Phoebe and I walked into the living room.
When I walked inside, I saw a girl and a man. The girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, and she had two white streaks at the front of her hair, the rest of it was brown. She wore a black long sleeve shirt, black gloves that went inside the shirt's sleeves, black pants, and black sneakers. She was looking anxiously at the man who was broad shouldered, muscled and had a slightly feral look about him. He was wearing a white shirt under a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. His eyes never stopped looking at me.
"Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my house?" I asked, worried.
How had they gotten in? Why had the girl screamed? Paige orbed into the room suddenly. Three metal claws emerged suddenly from between the fingers of the man. He pushed the girl behind him and backed up slowly. He turned to Paige, and he looked like he was thinking quickly.
"What type of demons are they?" I demanded of Paige, who had lately been studying the book.
"Demon?" said the man and girl at once, both sounded deeply insulted.
"That's a little harsh." said the girl.
"I've never seen that mutation before," said the man, "What is it?"
Mutation? MUTATION? Since when did demons call us mutations?
"Ok, nap time." I said as I tried to freeze them.
The man and girl were still moving. My eyes widened in surprise as I turned to Phoebe.
"They don't freeze, why don't they freeze?"
The man looked confused, but seemed to think that we were his foe. Why didn't he freeze? Only Upper Level demons and witches didn't freeze. What were they?
Rogue's POV
Why were the women so surprised to see Logan's claws? They were mutants; one of them had asked why we didn't freeze. Did she have Bobby's power? Why wouldn't that affect us? The one with the long brown hair looked panicky. There were three women. One of them had long brown hair and a scar on one of her eyebrows. She was wearing a light blue shirt and blue jeans. Another woman had short brown hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt, multicolored scarf, and black jeans. The last woman had shoulder-length red hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. All of the women wore black, high-heeled boots, and had the look of fighters about them.
Logan and I had landed in what seemed to be a Victorian mansion. The floor was tiled, and there were several expensive-looking things in the living room.
"Aren't you mutants?" I asked hopefully.
If we weren't among friends, things could get dangerous. The red haired woman looked angry.
"We are not mutants!" she said angrily.
That was bad.
"Lamp!" she called and a table lamp disappeared in sparkling blue lights.
The lights flew towards Logan and hit him on the head. Logan flinched as though being punched, and I heard shattering on the floor. I looked down and saw the table lamp in shards on the floor.
"Get back, Rogue." said Logan, and he started to advance on the women.
"Blow him up Piper!" said the woman with the short brown hair.
The lady with the long brown hair, Piper, made to move her hands, but I pulled Logan back. A small explosion appeared in the space he had just been in.
"We don't mean any harm." I said.
I felt nervous. These women must be at least level three mutants. Logan looked at me, then the women.
"Tell him to put his claws back, then." said the red haired one.
"We won't use our powers if you won't." I said.
Piper looked suspicious, but put down her hands. Logan drew his claws back into his skin, the skin healing itself instantly. I swallowed nervously.
I stepped out from behind Logan, ignoring the look of concern he sent at me.
"I'm Rogue, do you know where we are?" I asked.
Piper raised her eyebrows.
"San Francisco." she said.
"San Francisco?" repeated Logan in disbelief.
I was surprised. How had we gone from the school to San Francisco?
"What type of a name is Rogue?" asked the woman with the short brown hair. I ignored her.
"So, what are you, if you aren't mutants?" asked Logan.
"Witches." said Piper.
I raised my eyebrows. "Witches?" Logan and I said in unison.
"You mean, like fairies and trolls?" I asked, a smile threatening to burst onto my face.
"More like demons and demons." said the woman with the short brown hair. "I'm Phoebe," she gestured to the woman with the red hair, "This is my sister Paige," and to the woman with long brown hair, "And my other sister Piper."
"Logan." said Logan briskly.
I looked at the women. They didn't look like witches. They were all very pretty and in their late twenties. No green skin, no warts.
"Ok, ok, pow wow." said Piper, grabbing her sisters by their arms and taking them into another room.
I turned to Logan; he looked tense and wary.
"I don't trust them." he said while he felt inside his leather jacket for a cigar.
Because Logan was self-healing, he would never have to worry about lung cancer.
"Well, they seemed just as confused as we were. I don't think they know any more about us then we do about them," I said.
I hadn't gotten any negative vibes from the sisters, and they had seemed scared when they saw us. If they had been responsible for bringing us here, they wouldn't have been scared. Logan raised an eyebrow, took out a cigar and lit it. He was about to put it in his mouth when he sniffed the air.
"What is it?" I asked, turning around and looking around the fancy living room.
"Someone teleported in." said Logan, and he put out his cigar, and stuffed it inside his jacket.
Paige's POV
Piper dragged me into the hallway along with Phoebe. I was frustrated; first we had demons land in our house, and now my sister was dragging me like a sack of potatoes. I broke my arm out of Piper's grip.
"What is your problem?" I said, standing still and crossing my arms.
Piper looked at me like I was insane.
"Problem? You want to know what the problem is? Ok, there are demons in the house -"
"I'm not so sure they're demons." interrupted Phoebe thoughtfully. "If they were demons, wouldn't they have tried to kill us? I mean, Logan was obviously on the defensive."
Phoebe turned to me. "Right Paige?"
I put my hand on my head.
"I don't know anymore. Why can't all demons just be evil?"
"If they are demons." said Phoebe.
Couldn't Phoebe just be quiet? I was getting a migraine.
"Chris would know." Said Piper. She turned to the ceiling. "Chris!" she yelled, "Chris I need to talk to you!"
Next to Piper a flurry of blue and white lights appeared.
"What, what?" asked Chris, apparently stressed.
"Nice to see you too." I said gruffly.
For a whitelighter, Chris was really annoying.
"Ok, weird people landed in our house. Demons, yay or nay?" said Piper.
Chris looked worried; he was always worried about demons. Hunt demons, vanquish demons, and then do it all over again! This guy needed a vacation.
"Well, what did they look like?" he asked.
"What did who look like?" said a voice to my side.
I turned and saw Logan in the kitchen doorway, with Rogue standing next to him. I felt a surge of annoyance towards Logan and Rogue.
"You know, when people have a private conversation, it's supposed to be oh, I don't know, private!"
Logan ignored me and moved closer to Chris, until he was about a foot away. Chris didn't move, but seemed ready to orb within a seconds notice. Somehow I got the feeling the Logan was more dangerous then any demon, including the Source, that we'd fought so far. Logan sniffed the air, like a dog. Chris got pissed.
"What are you doing?" he asked angrily.
"Hello, Chris! Are they demons?" asked Piper, annoyed that once question had taken so long to answer.
"I'm not sure." said Chris.
Logan took a step back from Chris, standing closer to Rogue. He turned his head to Rogue.
"They're not human." he said, and his hands clenched into fists, just like they had when he had taken out his claws before. When did demons get so annoying?
"Ok, we live, breathe, think, and kick some mighty fine demons ass," I said. "I'm pretty sure we're human." I put my hands on my hips; daring Logan to contradict me.
Logan's eyes flickered from me, to Piper and Phoebe, to Chris.
"Your blood doesn't smell right." he said. I could feel my eyes widen.
"Our blood? You can smell our blood?"
Logan didn't look remorseful in the slightest. Piper turned to Chris.
"Can demons smell blood?"
Chris looked very suspiciously at Logan and Rogue.
"Low-Level demons and Alchemists, but if they are demons, they look like Upper-Levels."
"We are not demons!" Rogue burst out, "We're mutants, from Xavier's School for Gifted Children."
"You don't trust us." said Logan, "But how do we know you're not working for Magneto?"
"Magneto?" asked Piper, Phoebe, Chris, and I in unison.
"What's a magneto?" Phoebe asked Rogue.
"A refrigerator magnet gone bad?" I quipped, but Logan glared at me.
Logan's POV
Who were they? Who the hell were they? Their blood. . . wasn't normal. It smells of plasma, and all sorts of other things that blood shouldn't have. Especially Paige and Chris; their blood was even stranger then Phoebe's and Piper's. Their blood was also all similar in base. They must have been a family.
"What's a magneto?" Phoebe asked Rogue.
"He is a level four mutant," I said, emphasizing that Magneto was a person. "He can control all metal, create magnetic fields, and fly. He's got a hell of a lot of power, and his hench-woman sent us here."
Piper turned to Chris.
"Is there a Magneto?" she asked, like he was a mutant expert.
Chris shook his head. "I've never heard of him." he turned to Rogue, "How exactly did you get here?" Rogue still looked a little nervous at being addressed by the self-proclaimed witches, but answered.
"We were at the school, Logan was about to go to Alkali Lake, when Mystique came."
"Mystique?" asked Piper.
"A shape-shifter." I said.
Rogue continued.
"She had changed herself to look like Kitty, and she was walking with one of Kitty's friends, Shannon. She can open portals to other places. So then the class bell rang and Mystique convinced Shannon to open a portal to take them to class, but Shannon still can't fully control her powers. Mystique turned back into herself while Shannon was still opening the portal. The portal got all staticky and Logan charged at Mystique. I ran after Logan, but she sidestepped us and we fell into the portal. Next thing we know, we're in your living room."
"If you're witches," I asked, "What are your powers?" I glared at Piper, Phoebe, Paige and Chris in turn. Would they tell the truth?
"Well, Chris and I can orb," said Paige,
"What's orbing?" I interrupted.
Paige closed her eyes and she disappeared in a flurry of white and blue lights. More lights, and then she reappeared where she had been standing before she orbed.
"That." she said sassily. "I also have telekinetic orbing, and the Glamor."
Ok, so she had telekinesis with lights, and she could temporarily change her appearance. She was strong. Piper talked next.
"I can selectively freeze time, and blow things up." she said.
"Show me." I said. I had to know the full extent of these people's powers.
Piper took out a set of key from her pocket and threw them into the air. She moved her hands in a jerking motion and the keys froze in midair. I squinted up at the keys; it was like invisible ice had kept them in the air. I'm glad I didn't freeze before.
"Paige can you get an apple?"
Piper asked. Paige rolled her eyes, but held out her hand.
"Apple!" she called.
A flurry of blue and white lights appeared in her hand. The lights vanished to reveal an apple in her hand.
She turned to Piper, "Ready?" she asked. Piper nodded.
Paige threw the apple into the air, and Piper made the same jerking motion with her hands from when she froze her keys. The apple exploded and bits of apple sauce rained on the ceiling and floor. Piper jerked her hands once more, and her keys fell into her hands. Piper was one to be watched; she could easily kill Rogue and I.
"And what about you?" I asked Phoebe. Was she just as powerful?
"I have empathetic powers, premonitions, and levitation." she said promptly.
So she was a psychic; that wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I would just have to keep my emotions under control around her.
"What about him?" I gestured to Chris, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"He's our whitelighter," said Phoebe, then she noticed the confusion on my face,
"Like a guardian angel."
Tch, yeah right. He didn't look like an angel.
"All they can do is orb and Glamor, though some of the more experienced whitelighters can heal."
"What can you do?" said Chris, suspicion clear on his face.
I didn't like him, he seemed dangerous, like he was hiding secret talents.
"I can heal myself, and bring out my claws whenever I want." I said, demonstrating by bringing my claws out of my right hand, and then bringing them back in. I rubbed my knuckles gently, feeling my skin heal instantly.
It hurt to take out my claws; it hurt every time the metal ripped my skin. Rogue took a step forward, looking nervously at the witches and whitelighter.
"When people touch my skin, they get hurt." said Rogue.
She seemed ashamed of her power. She shouldn't be; she was a good person, regardless of her powers.
"How?" asked Paige.
"I'm not sure, they just do. But if I touch someone who has powers, I borrow the power."
"And if you touch a person who doesn't have any powers?" asked Piper.
Rogue lowered her head, embarrassed and afraid of her power.
"If I hold on too long, they die."
I raised my eyebrow at the expression on the witches faces. Piper and Phoebe looked sympathetic, Paige looked nervous, and Chris looked like he wanted to do nothing more then rip out Rogue's throat. He was staring at her with such apparent disgust, and such loathing. What the hell was his problem?
Chris's POV
Could they be the ones to turn Wyatt evil? Rogue certainly had the power, and if she could borrow Logan's healing power, they could both be dangerous. Was it their fault that Wyatt killed witches? Was it their doing that caused him to kill his own family? Did they turn him against all good? Was it them? I looked at Rogue, her strange hair and nervous demeanor; wondering if she was responsible.
"What the hell is your problem?" asked Logan harshly, snapping my out of my thoughts.
My emotions must have been showing on my face. I quickly changed my face to neutral, I couldn't allow any slip-ups on my part. Paige, Phoebe, and Mo- Piper, turned to me.
"Nothing." I said, careful to keep my face, eyes, and voice all neutral.
Logan narrowed his eyes at me distrustfully. Then he turned his attention back to Piper.
"Can one of you take Rogue and me back to the school?" Piper and Phoebe turned to Paige, who looked unsure.
"Well, I'm not sure." she said, I almost smiled.
I remembered all the times she had smiled like that in the Future. Looking awkward at first but always managing to come up with a Plan B. I needed to do that. As soon as I could get away, I would go down to the Underworld, and see what my latest contact knew about Rogue and Logan.
"If you came through a portal, you might have gone through more then just distance."
Piper nodded. "Paige is right. What's the name of your president?"
Trust mom - Piper to come up with the practical question.
"McKennon." said Logan.
"Robertson" said Piper.
She was Piper, she was not my mom. I didn't even exist in this time. Not yet, anyway.
"So, what, you came from another world?" asked Paige.
"Seems like it." said Piper.
Even if they did come from another world, it didn't mean that they weren't the threat to Wyatt.
"Look, I have to go," I said, "Call if you need me."
I orbed out, into the Underworld to see my contact. She was a Seer, Keira, and maybe she could tell me something about Rouge and Logan.
I reformed in Keira's lair. It was a dark black cave with a pool of fog covered water. There were spears and axes on racks next to the pool.
"Keira!" I called, knowing that she would hear me.
"You called?" Said a voice behind me.
I turned around calmly, she must have Shimmered in. Keira wore a dark purple bikini-like top, a long dark purple skirt, and a dark purple cape over one arm. Did demons only like dark colors and dank caves? Or were they just unable to get their hands on paint?
"I need you to tell me about a girl, Rogue, and her companion, Logan. They might be from another world."
Keira raised an eyebrow and her eyes twinkled, looking forward to the challenge.
"That might be difficult." she said, walking over to the Pool.
I looked at her, sizing her up. I didn't know the seer well, and I wondered if her powers were strong enough to be of use. Keira saw me looking at her as she put her hand over the Pool.
"Watch the Pool." she said, "Unless you find my arm more interesting?"
A sarcastic demon; just what I didn't need. I looked in the pool and saw.
The girl Rogue, with all-brown hair, in a bedroom with a boy. They start to kiss; first slowly, nervously, then full of passion. Their eyes close in the joy of it.
The boy's eyes popped open and you can see the veins in his face and neck strain and become prominent under his skin. The boy falls back onto the bed; Rogue, realizing that she hurt the boy, gets up, screaming, and stands by her closet.
A man and a woman rush into the room. The woman tries to comfort Rogue, but the man screams at her. The woman tries to touch Rogue's shoulder to calm her down, but Rogue screams, crying hysterically, and the woman backs away.
The picture changes.
I see Rogue wearing a short sleeve black shirt, with long black gloves, along with black jeans, shoes, and a scarf. She was afraid of her power; she protected those around her. She was sitting by a counter in a dirty bar.
The walls were covered with dirt and mold, and there were several dangerous looking men in the bar.
Logan was in a suede jacket smoking a cigar, sitting two seats away from her. Three men approach Logan from behind; one of them has the confident look of a man who knows things. He whispers in Logan's ear, but Logan doesn't respond. The man draws out a knife and prepares to stab Logan.
Rogue screams, and Logan turns to face the man with lighting reflexes. He knocks the knife out of the man's hand, and pushes him into a wooden pillar, with his fist near his throat. Two of Logan's claws are out, one on either side of the man's neck.
Logan's middle claw slowly extends until it lightly touches the man's throat. A rifle barrel touches the side of Logan's head. The gun is held by the barman, who says something to Logan.
Logan looks strained, and suddenly the claws come out of his other hand, slicing the rifle in half. The barman backs away while Logan keeps his claws extended threateningly. He stares at the barman, and the man he has pinned for a moment. He draws his claws back in and walks out of the bar.
Rogue follows him...
The pool went black, and a gray fog rolled over the surface. I turned to Keira angrily; wasn't there anything of use she could show me?
"Is that it?" I asked her.
Keira pulled her arm away from the pool and walked unconcernedly to a shelf filled with potion vials.
"You're lucky you were able to see that much." she said, turning back to me, "Premonition is always tricky; even more so when other worlds are involved."
I walked closer to Keira, trying to suppress my frustration. Keira was one of the most powerful Seers of the Underworld.
"Is there any way I can see more?" I asked her.
I had to know if Rogue was the threat to Wyatt. After seeing how she found out about her powers, it didn't seem likely, but I had to make sure.
"You know, you could always cast a truth spell." said Keira smugly, knowing why I couldn't.
"Then the sisters would know that I was hiding something." I said carefully.
I had to make sure that Keira didn't know too much. She was good – for a demon, but if she had anything on me, anything that she didn't already have, I would be seriously screwed. So far all she knew was that I was 'betraying' the sisters, and had something to hide. I wanted things to stay that way.
"Well, then maybe this will help." said Keira, walking over to me, and holding out two potions.
"What is it?" I asked. Keira smiled, and her eyes twinkled.
"It lets you ask them anything you want, and they'll forget afterwards. One question per vial."
I took the vials, and orbed out. If she thought I was rude, she should be glad she was still alive to think that way. Now, I would find out who these people really were.
Ok, people; I hope you like the first chappie. I won't be able to update more then once a week, (I'm writting a fic with Gaara's Sweetheart. You should check out her profile.) But I will try to make the chappies long and juicy. Don't forget to review.
Also, a big thank you to Emanon and Dr. Shubert for their constructive criticism. I have edited the story, and hope you find it better this time. Thank you.