Summary: The story of Phoebe and Cole's son aching for revenge but finding something he never knew he needed. AU.
Author's notes: Phoebe was farther along with her pregnancy when all hell broke loose.
He didn't die because he couldn't handle his powers… just flamed out.
First chapter is in the future. The rest will be set during season 6
Enjoy.
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xCourage Under Fire
presents
The Redemption of the Prodigal Son
A Charmed FanFiction
by
Diesel Cayden Porter
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Chapter One: The Deal With The Devil
(FUTURE)
He saunters into the dilapidated bar like he owned the place. Well, technically, he did or at least the world it's built on. He's Wyatt Halliwell, his lordship himself. He's the most feared man in the world but the sole occupant of the bar doesn't even bat an eyelash at his glorious presence, just continues staring down at the amber liquid as it swirls around in the culvert of his glass.
He's gorgeous. Handsome is just entirely too feeble and inaccurate when it comes to describing the Adonis-like young man with chiseled features chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue- strong jaw and whittled to perfection. He's definitely his father's son- the height, build, brilliant blue eyes all clear indicators. But it's the Halliwell that he sees in him. Wyatt sees his mocha locks and the way his lip is curled up into that Halliwell smirk.
If his heart wasn't so shriveled up and dead that it made the Grinch's original heart look huge, he might have felt some semblance of warmth toward his kin. Instead he felt nothing but the blackness within his very soul as he walked over to the bar and takes a seat next to the cousin he never knew and takes the bottle the amber liquid came from and telekinetically brings the water spotted glass from the shelf across from him to pour into.
"I don't care what title you hold," the Adonis started with aggravation evident in his features, "you have roughly five seconds to finish that drink and get your high and mighty ass outa' my bar."
An amusement morphed his features into some semblance of a smile. Fuck Athority. Definitely a Halliwell standpoint. The satanic spawn was a lot like his parents even if he didn't know it yet.
"You do realize I could crush you like a bug right?" he questions eyeing his opponent with curiosity.
With a slight nod, the demonic halfbreed remains stoic until he takes the glass, brings it to his lips, and empties the contents. Then any since of composure's blown. A strong hand slams down the glass smashing into pieces and spewing shards in every which direction. Then he slips off the stool leaning in close to the King of everything sneering widely.
"That remains to be seen," he says oozing a confidence gained from experience. "But I wouldn't recommend trying. For your sake."
"Now is that any way to talk to your cousin," Wyatt says in a crisp monotone devoid of emotion despite the bombshell being dropped.
It takes a moment to let the words gradually sink in, permeate his brain, and strike his heart. Cousin? For his entire life, he'd been a homeless heart, deprived of refuge and tortured for so long, the thought of relation felt foreign. His brow furrowed as he attempted to fight the peculiar feeling of his heart twisting in his chest yearning to let the word fit. So his rock hard stance waivered slightly and he gives into curiosity.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asks through clenched teeth with flared nostrils.
Unintentionally, he threw the cards into his cousin's hands giving him what he always thirsts for, leverage and power. Beautiful blue that bore familial similarities burned into one another one seeking truth another weakness. Wyatt set down his glass on the bar and moves off his stool to make it to his feet.
"That's right Caine Archer, bastard son of Phoebe Halliwell and Cole Turner. AKA Cousin," he responds with that wicked grin that Caine wanted to rip right off his face.
"And what proof do you have of this theory," he growls clamping both hands onto the bar and watching Wyatt walk casually back and forth around the room loving every rise he gets out of him.
"Everyone knows the story of the unborn source. What they don't know is that you didn't eradicate yourself. No, you did something your father was never able to do, no demon ever was able to do at seven months no less; you ripped yourself free from the clutches it held on your very soul and it left a handprint burned onto your flesh right over your heart."
After the location of the handprint was announced, Wyatt pompously pulled at the neck of the white wifebeater that adorned Caine's chest to reveal the angry red patches of skin of each finger and the palm. Immediately, Caine grabs the tyrant by his wrist and twists it into a position where he could easily snap it but he doesn't. Instead Caine relinquishes his grip and roughly shoves his newfound relative forward, huffing and puffing against the urge to do more damage.
Wyatt grins with a sickly pleasure before brushing back his golden spirals before continuing.
"You're angry," he says with his grin growing to a face-splitting proportion. "Good. You should be. Your mother abandoned you… after she tried to kill you. She's the reason you for all your pain, all your suffering and she didn't do a damn thing about it. Don't you want to make her pay, watch her suffer even an ounce of the pain you'd endured?"
Hands wearing gloves that cut off at the fingertips ball into fists as anger courses thorough his body enlarging veins and he wants so badly to take it out on her… make her pay but there was an obvious hitch in that plan.
"You know as well as I do that Phoebe Halliwell is dead."
"In this time, but not where you're going if you choose to accept my offer."
He didn't have to hear what was to be done, what he needed to do. All he wanted to know was that he had a chance for revenge. So he willingly made a deal with the devil dropping down on one knee and bowing his head in reverence.
"Whatever it is you ask of me, consider it done… so long as the bitch pays."
Uh oh!
Alliances are being made,
deals drawn.
And Caine's going to be traveling back!
That is if you add fuel to the fire and help inspire.
That's right, you know what to do,
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