Author's Note: I don't own Charmed. This story takes place a month after Chris' birth.
Not Your Normal Everyday Witch
Mercedes eyes opened quickly when she heard a sound coming from the hotel bathroom. She silently got up and slipped on her shoes, coat and purse. She moved silently toward the window but a deep male voice stopped her.
"Going somewhere Traitor? Mother would be very disappointed if she didn't get to see you," it asked coldly.
"Leave me alone, Thadus! I'm keeping my promise not to help, so why are you here?" yelled Mercedes as she backed toward the window.
"Things happen, Cedes. Now that thing's have corrected somewhat, Mother decided you're too much of a risk to have around. Besides, I don't think anyone will miss you, too much." The man replied winking.
"Thaddy, you talk too much," replied Mercedes as she opened the window.
"Cedes, why don't you just stop right now. I promise this won't hurt, much," said Thadus as he walked closer to Mercedes. She saw the glint of the knife and ducked. Thadus slashed through the air, and stopped when he realized that Mercedes wasn't standing in front of him. In fact she was nowhere near him. This caused him to growl loudly. He spied her luggage and started to slash it threads. He became so entranced by this that he didn't hear several footsteps coming toward him.
"Is that him, Ma'am?" asked a male voice.
"Yes, that's him."
Thadus looked up and saw two police officers pointing their guns at him.
"Alright Sir, I'm going to ask you to put the knife down and lay down on the floor."
Thadus raised his eyebrows and laughed heartily.
"You think you can arrest me! I would rather die!"
Thadus raised the knife and plunged it into his stomach over the cries of the police. The last thing he saw was a grief stricken Mercedes trying to come into the room but a police officer held her back.
"She did care about us," he thought and then his mind went blank.
"Thadus please don't go. I'm sorry!" sobbed Mercedes as she struggled to get into the room. When she saw that Thadus was no longer alive she slumped down onto the ground. She started to cry, again, but softly this time. She became lost in her grief that she didn't hear anyone talking to her.
The ringing of the doorbell brought a half-awakened Paige to the door. She opened the door and saw standing there was a nervous but familiar looking woman with a coat and purse in one hand. When she saw Paige she smiled with relief.
"Paige, I'm so glad to see you," the woman said with relief.
"Uh…Do I know you?" asked a very confused Paige.
"I'm Mercedes Sullivan. We went to elementary school together. We used to play at each other's houses. My family owned the Siberian Husky, Lara."
The name Lara rang a bell causing Paige's face to brighten in recognition.
"Mercedes, I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you. It's been years since I last saw you. What brings you here?"
"Can I talk about that inside, please? I've had a busy morning and I'd like to sit down, if you don't mind?"
"Oh, sure come on in," replied Paige as she opened the door to let Mercedes in. Just as Mercedes crossed the threshold she crumpled into a heap on the floor.
Layla paced in front of the fireplace while waiting for her son to return.
"Well, how did it go?" she asked harshly
"Ma'am, I'm sorry to report that Thadus is dead, and the Traitor is still alive."
Layla turned around and looked at the servant furiously.
"Where is the Traitor now?"
"At the Charmed Ones home." The servant replied softly.
"What?! How does the Traitor know the Charmed Ones? We're just going to have to correct this little problem, aren't we?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Layla. I shall find the best and bring them to you," said the servant as he crossed his right hand over his chest and bowed. Layla waved her hand and the servant left silently.
"Hopefully there are still some competent demons and warlocks here," mused Layla as she stared into the fire.
She turned her head quickly and said, "Well, what do you want?"
"I am here to help you," said a tall, dark haired man as he bowed.
Layla raised her eyebrows in disbelief as the man looked at her intensely.
"So she says she's an old friend, Paige?" asked Piper as she looked at the bobbed red-haired woman laying peacefully on the sofa.
"Yeah, we went to elementary school together," replied Paige.
"Hey, who's that?" asked Phoebe as she walked into the living room.
"An old friend," replied Paige.
"Is she okay?"
"I don't know. She just collapsed on the floor, and she hasn't woken up, yet."
The woman tired to sit up but collapsed back onto the sofa. She put her hand on her forehead and rubbed it.
"Mercedes," said Paige as she knelt by her friend "I was really worried about you. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine. I guess last nights events caught up with me. I guess seeing your Warlock brother kill himself can take a lot out of you," she replied with a weak smile.
"Hold it, hold it right there. Warlock brother? You have a Warlock brother? How is that possible?" asked Paige.
"Well, he's my half-blood brother if you would like to get technical. My biological mother abandoned me when she found out that I would never develop any fighting powers so to speak. Being an empath and telepath really doesn't get you anywhere in the Warlock world."
"So that would make you a……." said Phoebe.
"A Witch," finished Mercedes with a smile.