Disclaimer: I own the character Patrick, and that's it so far. I own nothing from Charmed.

Summary: A mysterious boy from the future slips his way into the manor, befriending Paige quickly. But he tells all to Piper and his true orgin. Now to save the future that Chris accidently made for the worse, Patrick must battle past demons and over come the least expected obstacles. PaigexKyle, PhoebexDrake, PiperxLeo

Timeline: AU. Set after "Witchness Protection" Paige hasn't agreed to the Avatars; but isn't being a complete bitch to her sisters. Drake will be coming up soon but he is a little different than he was on Charmed. And Kyle Brody's avatar obsession is kept to a minimal. Some birthday dates are changed alittle.

Italics represent thoughts. And flashbacks.

Broken Eternity
Chapter One: Mysterious Youth

The clocked slowly ticked by, much to the dismay of a porcelain skinned woman, who quietly muttered to herself. It never occured to her how long serveral minutes took. The end of the day had come. It was about time. It was three weeks shy of Christmas, and Wyatt, and Chris were at the top of her "Who to buy for" list.

Piper and Phoebe insisted she not get them anything, but of course, how could she not? They already had went out an bought her some things. Phoebe slipped that out to her; she wasn't good at keeping anything a secret.

The middle Halliwell even slipped up about what Piper's gift was to her. An identical brown suede jacket that Piper wore all the time; Paige hadliked it so much she used to borrow it and forget to give it back to her. Her oldest sister had remembered their conversation about that jacket...and a pair of earrings, when Paige was about to pass on to the afterlife. Luckly, she was still here.

She was lucky to have them both in her life.

Her cellphone started to ring, quickly she grabbed it off the table. "Hello?"

"Hey, your precious Kyle called." The woman spoke with a tint of laughter and sarcasim.

"Oh hush. Did you tell him I was teaching?"

"Yeah, yeah, he said to tell you that you absolutely HAVE to be ready by 7 tonight." Paige bit her lip, cursing silently in her mind. How could she of forgotten? Tonight of all night's she promised Kyle she would go to a business meeting dinner with him. Forgetting about the dinner, she had promised her older sister that she would go out Christmas shopping with her tonight.

Spending quality time with Piper was rare, hardly ever did it happen. But big business dinners didn't happend often either. "Um, earth to Paige."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Look, I got to meet a new student in a few minutes. Tell Piper I'll call her soon, or see her when I get there."

"Ah, you and her were going out tonight, weren't you?"

"Yeah. Were." Her head glanced off to the side, eyeing the clock closely. 3:04. If that kid didn't show up within' the next three minutes she was outta here.

"Were? Now is Mr. Brody is more important?"

"Kyle. And no, I'm not saying that he is. But this business dinner is big, and it kind makes us completely offical. I mean, he's showing me off to his boss." Paige grinned, still feeling butterflies on going out with a date with him. Even though, it was about their millionth one.

"Bleh. Whatever. Don't expect Piper to take this lightly."

Unknown to the brunette, a tall, lean boy was standing in back on her. His light brown bangs dangled infront of his stunning green eyes. The boy look no more than fifteen or sixteen, he wore a black t-shirt with a short purple jacket going over it. Matching with black swade pants. That teen couldn't help but over hear the conversation going on between the Headmistress and her older sister.

"Oh, she'll get over it. And if she doesn't, I'll make it up to her by doing a load of baby sitting."

"You better throw in a week worths of laundry too. Just to be safe."

"Arg. Fine. I'm gonna get going, I'll see you when I get home."

"All right, bye." Phoebe hung up the phone, shaking her head at how much Paige seemed to be falling for Brody.

"What was that about. And whats this about throwing in a week worth of laundry?"

The fact that shemight not have to laundry made her stomach go in twirls. It was the absolute worst thing to do. Roughly she dropped the large basket of clothes and towels on the couch. Swinging her head back to make strains of hair get out of her face.

"Ask Paige when she gets home." The middle sister took a sip of her water, downcasting Piper with a serious look. Piper had already figured out that 'Phoebe wants to tell you something but can't' look. Tiredly, she pulled the towls and baby clothes out of the basket, and folded them up neatly so they would be just perfect when they were put away. She didn't feel like hearing what Paige wanted to say -come out of Phoebe's mouth. But still, it bombarded her mind on what it was.

"If it's bad news I don't want to hear it. I'm going to for once, enjoy a peaceful evening shopping with my sister." Staying silent, Phoebe rolled her eyes, only wishing Paige would come to her senses and break off the date with Brody. Break it off with him all together, really.

XXXXX

"Excuse me. Ms. Matthews?" Paige jolted at the unrecognizable voice, quickly her head casted to the side. There stood the same boy, who was smally grinning to himself. He looked shaby. And the clothes. They didn't even look like something made from this time.

In his hand, he held a few notebooks, and spell books. Of course, this was the new student enrolling. The long moppy hair dragged down his face, slowly he lift his head up. With a quick movement of his hand he pulled his bangs off to the side. But a selected few decided to come back down and hang infront of his eyes.

His purple jacket didn't even cover the upper part of his body. It stopped at the top of his rib cage. "Uh..."

But his smile made up for his moppy hair, and shaby apperance. His face was handsome, and he had a radiant white smile. "I'm sorry if I scared you. Don't worry, I don't bite."

"Heh, well..." She was taken aback from his kindness towards her. He spoke softly, she was expecting a rugged, loud talking, rebel sixteen year old.

"I'm Patrick."

"Paige Matthews. Of course, you already knew that."

"I'm sorry I took so long, it was hard to find a way here. But I'm a persistant guy. Had to find this place." Patrick glanced around, agreeing with himself that the place wasn't half bad. Actually looked like a fun place.

"Patrick, do you have a last name? It has to go on your record."

"Oh, Lockheart." Pretty name. She smiled, writing it down quickly on his enrolling paper. After a few minutes of usual questions, the paper was filled out. She didn't really want to waste her time on on doing paper work, so she made it snappy. Skipping a few questions.

"Well, Mr. Lockheart--"

"Patrick, please." Darn, she never met anyone this charming and sweet before. She would of never guessed he was like this, from his rugged apperance.

"Well, um, Patrick you can leave your books here, and just follow that hallway down to Mrs. Dovan's office. And she will show you around and give you the basics. Then you can go home."

The word home seemed to drain all the happiness out of him. She noticed his head cast downwards, those moppy bangs sliding back down into his eyes. That radiant smile disappeared, "I don't have a home. My family died, a few weeks ago. Demon attack."

Oh shit. Her mind stammered, unsure of what to speak. It couldn't even register at that moment. He was only a little bit older than she was when her parents died. The emotions he must be feeling were terrible.

"Oh...I'm so sorry. I know how that feels. But, to not have a home...you have no family to go to at all?" The brown headed teen shook his head, his shoulders slummped down. Wow. Poor kid. Okay, think you idiot, think. I can't let someone like him live on the streets.

"Once again. I'm terribley, terribley sorry. I lost my parents, when I was young. But...not my family. You can stay here. We have a few bedrooms."

Patrick gently lifted his head up, casting a wavering smile to the Charmed One. "Thanks, but no thanks. I hate strange, big places. Especially at night. Freak me out. I'll just stay at that old rundown apartment on View Lane."

Ahh, Paige, you're running low on time. Can't let that boy stay at that old apartment. Come on! Get an idea already!

She sent the boy a stare, she could trust him. He had a good feel about him. She would beable to sense if he was a demon or not. Patrick was anything but.

"Okay. Then, you leave me no choice. Would you mind staying with me and my sisters?"

"What? Are you serious.."

"Completely. I can't let you stay in that apartment. Without food and heat. You would only stay there until' I find you a place to stay."

"Wow. It would be an honor. Thank you." Graciously, he took her hand, and got ready to orb out with her. But then she noticed something. His jacket. A symbol.

"The Triquera. Why do you have this on your jacket?" This was odd, even thought it wasn't their official symbol, it was on the Book of Shadows. Representing her and her sisters. The Power of Three.

Patrick only smirked, "You could say I'm a fan of the Charmed Ones."

TBC...

And so, the story begins...