This is my take on the future Halliwells. i am really proud of this one. Let me know what you think.

Piper + Leo:

Wyatt Matthew Halliwell - 25

Christopher Perry Halliwell - 23

Melinda Penelope Halliwell - 18

Phoebe + Coop:

Prudence Alexandria Halliwell - 21

Portia Marie Halliwell - 19

Phoenix Renee Halliwell - 15

Paige + Henry:

Henry Warren Halliwell* - 20

Sophie Grace Halliwell - 18

Scarlet Patricia Halliwell - 18

*Henry jr. goes by his middle name Warren so he won't be confused with his dad.

Chapter 1

A group of eight young witches orbed to their family attic. Each of them had battle wounds and minor scrapes, but nothing serious. As soon as they arrived, Wyatt instantly grabbed his sister's bleeding arm and healed it. Mel shot him an annoyed look that he got often. He smiled in response. He knew he was too protective of her, but that was something she was going to have to live with. After all, she was only eighteen. That was hardly an adult by many standards, especially in their world of dangerous fighting and other risks.

Scarlet threw herself down on the couch and let out a content sigh. "I love my job. There's nothing like the thrill of kicking demon ass." She saw her twin Sophie roll her eyes. Scarlet ignored the gesture and began to examine the deep cut on her leg that was sure to leave a scar. Chris noticed it too.

"You want me to heal that, Scarlet?" He offered. All the half-whitelighters in the family were doing a check up on everyone as was the habit after a battle. Wyatt had already taken care of Warren and Portia after Mel. Scarlet studied the cut that was still bleeding. It was stinging pretty bad.

"No thanks. I think I'll keep this one. It'll make for a great story." Scarlet was the only one who every now and then refused to be healed. The girl liked her battle scars.

"I'm glad you all had fun without me…again." The voice came from the other side of the room. Fifteen-year-old Phoenix was flipping through the book of shadows for no reason at all other than the fact that she got bored waiting for them to return. It was obvious to everyone that she was in one of her moods again. Only Prue made an attempt to cheer her up.

"You only need to wait one more year, Phoenix. Less than a year, in fact." Prue placed hand gently on her baby sister's shoulder, but Phoenix shrugged it off. She was in no mood to be consoled. Prue put her hands up in surrender and walked away.

As the youngest of all the cousins, Phoenix was spoiled by everyone growing up. They all loved her and knew she was the last Halliwell for their generation. She hadn't minded being the youngest until she was a twelve. The Halliwell Rule, which had been decided when the four oldest cousins were little by the three Halliwell women, said that they could engage in offensive demon fighting once they were sixteen. The ages of the cousins were pretty staggered with the exception of Melinda and the twins, who were all 18. One by one, the cousins came to the age where they were allowed to hunt demons. They were with the adults at first, until there were enough older cousins that the adults trusted them to look after the ones who were less experienced. It was never a problem for the younger ones who couldn't fight yet. They knew their time would come. It wasn't until three of the four youngest Halliwells turned sixteen in one year that things got to be an issue. Phoenix was suddenly all by herself.

"It's not like it's a party or anything." Chris said a bit too harsh. "We do this because we have to. Haven't you learned that yet? Did what happened last week mean nothing to you?"

Prue was startled by Chris's tone. She shot Wyatt an inquiring look. He was close enough to whisper an answer without anyone else hearing. "The whole wedding planning has really got him wound up. He and Bianca fight about everything. Not only that, but he really would like to have a honeymoon and not be worried about all of us. Phoenix's little stunt last week really freaked him out."

Prue gave him a cheerless smile. "Phoenix's little stunt freaked us all out, especially my mom. If she ever pulls something like that again…" Prue shook her head with disapproval. She let her sentence hang, not exactly sure what she would do. Wyatt understood. Phoenix had given them all a scare. As difficult as she was being, they all still cared about her. The thought of losing her like they almost did last week gave them all something to worry about. The horrid images of that night were permanently burned into Prue's memory.

The battle had been going well in their favor. Only about ten demons were left. Prue was so distracted with a demon that she didn't see the one coming behind her until it was almost too late. She did notice him, however, and quickly tried to freeze him, but someone got in her way and hit him with a potion that killed him. Prue, assuming she now owed one of her cousins big time for that, continued to fight until she realized it hadn't been one of her cousins. It was Phoenix! She spun around and grabbed Phoenix by the arm.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded. "This is way too dangerous."

"I'm helping!" Phoenix said, pulling herself free from Prue's grip. "I can help. I just saved you from that demon."

"Phoenix, you're not experienced enough to be in these kinds of fights. You'll get hurt too easily." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Prue felt the all-too-familiar pain of being hit by an energy ball. She flew backwards into a brick wall, clutching her shoulder now covered in blood. She was pretty sure it was dislocated, too.

"Prue!" Phoenix screamed and ran to her sister. She was crouched over her, eyes wide with panic. "I'll get Wyatt."

"No. I'm fine. Get out of here, Phoenix. Go home." Prue slowly was trying to get on her feet, but every inch of her body was screaming at her to lie still. The pain hurt, but it was bearable. She'd been through worse.

"No, I'll go get help." Phoenix said, rushing off before Prue could stop her. Prue tried to grab her, but Phoenix was too quick. Prue pushed herself off the ground and started towards Phoenix, hoping to get her to Sophie and have her orb Phoenix away from the battle. Before she could reach her, Prue watched in horror as a demon sent Phoenix flying through a glass window that fell two or three stories.

As her heart raced with fear, Prue scanned the scene for one of her Whitelighter cousins. She could do nothing to help Phoenix now. She needed someone who could heal. Prue locked eyes with Chris who was standing ten feet away. The look on his suddenly pale face told Prue he had seen what happened. He was gone in a swirl of bluish-white lights.

Prue, what's going on? Said a voice inside her head. Prue knew it was her cousin Scarlet using her telepathy to communicate with her.

Scarlet, I need you to tell everyone to regroup and meet back at the manor. Somebody's hurt. Prue thought this, knowing Scarlet would pick up on it. Within a few seconds, Scarlet had telepathically informed everyone. Prue ran to Sophie, the nearest one who could orb her out of there. They all arrived at the manor about the same time. Prue frantically glanced around the attic, searching for Chris and Phoenix, but they weren't there yet.

"Prue, what wrong? Who's hurt?" Warren asked with concern filling his voice.

Chris orbed into the attic with an unconscious Phoenix in his arms. She was covered in blood and Prue was sure she must be dead.

"Oh my god!" Sophie exclaimed with much alarm. Nearby, Portia shook her head in denial.

"What was she doing there?" she cried. She tried to go to her sister, but Melinda grabbed her. "Don't. There's nothing you can do for her." Mel's voice as tight with agony.

Chris ignored all of them and placed Phoenix gently on the couch. "Help me!" he begged, placing his hands over Phoenix's lifeless form. Wyatt sprung into action, pushing past Melinda and also placing his hands over Phoenix as a soft, healing light came from them. Sophie knelt next to them, tears filling her eyes, and offered her gift of healing, hoping it would be enough. Soon all of the Whitelighters were surrounding Phoenix, ignoring their own injuries, while Prue, Portia, and Melinda looked on in fear. When Phoenix opened her eyes, Prue could finally breathe again, feeling like she'd been holding her breath forever. She'd come so close to losing her sister. She didn't ever want to have that feeling again.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the stairway. They all turned to see who it was, except for Scarlet. Piper emerged from the doorway and found all nine cousins.

"Are you all about to leave or did you just get back?" She asked. There was an undeniable fear in her eyes that she couldn't hide. Her heart was always full of worry over the lives of her children, nieces, and nephew.

"We just got back." Melinda answered.

Piper quickly glanced around the group to see if everyone was alright. Seeing no one bleeding profusely or on the brink of death, she was grateful they had all returned together in one piece. She spotted Phoenix among them. "I trust you stayed home this time, Missy." Phoenix's eyes fell to the floor and a shameful blush covered her cheeks.

"Yes, Aunt Piper."

Drawing the attention away from Phoenix, Piper pointed towards the stairs.

"Dinner is ready if you guys want to stay and eat, but you need to wash up first." Piper spotted Scarlet's leg and made a disgusted face. "Scarlet, you better put a bandage on that. I don't want any stains on my carpet."

Scarlet smiled and agreed. Piper gave a look of wonder. She would never understand that girl. All of the cousins hastily agreed to dinner, knowing nothing compared to Aunt Piper's cooking.

Before long, they were all cramped around the dining room table, extending it as much as possible and even adding a small card table to the end. Leo was glad for the company. With Wyatt and Chris out of the house and Melinda busy with her own life, the three of them didn't often make it home for dinner. Not to mention Piper was busy running the restaurant. Having the house full with his own kids as well as his nieces and nephew for the evening made Leo very happy.

They were a boisterous group. There were at least three conversations going at once the whole time. Portia had everyone laughing so hard at what ever came out of her mouth. She kept the mood lighthearted and fun like always. Even after a hard time of battling out demons, she gave them something to crack up about later. They were always appreciative of her positive influence in their lives. Even Phoenix had begun to unwind during the meal, showing signs of having a good time.

It was an evening filled with laughter and love. Piper heart was nearly bursting with happiness. It was a rare occasion to have all nine of them together for a night. Though they saw each other often, most had lives that kept them from all having an open evening at the same time. As the hour grew late, Sophie was the first to leave, saying she had something important to take care of in the morning so she needed a good sleep. Nobody knew what she was talking about, but they let her go without questioning.

"I hope she's meeting up with a guy." Portia said as soon as Sophie had orbed out. "She hasn't had a boyfriend in a while." Her mind was always on her family's love lives, or lack thereof for certain cousins. It had something to do with being the daughter of a cupid and also that she simply liked to meddle. Wyatt chuckled a little at Portia's comment and was glad he had a girlfriend. She wouldn't be meddling in his life anytime soon. Right now, she had her mind set on helping Sophie and Warren.

One by one, the cousins departed from the manor, going back to their own homes. For most, that was still with their parents. For Wyatt, Chris, and Warren, that was the three bedroom apartment they rented downtown. Wyatt and Warren would have to find a new roommate to cover Chris' share of the rent once he got married and moved out. Prue was the only one who lived on her own and that didn't surprise anyone. She was the most independent out of all of them.

Prue talked Wyatt into dropping her off at her place before he went home and he agreed without much argument. As tired as he was, someone had to make sure she got home and it might as well be him. He wasn't too comfortable with her living all alone, but he couldn't control the way she lived. However, he could keep a close eye on her and make sure she was safe. If orbing her home was one way to do that, he would do it.

"Want a drink before you leave, Wy?" Prue offered, heading for the fridge.

"No thanks. I already had some drinks at dinner. Last time I tried to orb when I was tipsy, I landed unstably and fell onto Warren while he was on the couch. He wasn't too happy with me."

Prue laughed, remembering how Chris had retold that story for weeks after it happened. "I wish I was there to see that."

"I'll see you around. Call me if you need anything, Prue." Wyatt orbed out of the room. Of course, in the Halliwell family, calling someone didn't actually mean picking up a phone and dialing. It certainly came in handy to be able to summon the part-whitelighter members of the family just by calling their names out loud.

When she was all alone, Prue grabbed her laptop and started working on her paper that was due in a few days. She was attending a local college in San Francisco and was majoring in psychology. Much like her mom, Prue had inherited the power of empathy and wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps. She was happy with the direction her life was going. She had been a bit of a mess a few months ago when her long-time boyfriend broke up with her, but she was moving on.

She took a break from her paper to get up and grab a drink from the kitchen. She was in the doorway leading into the living room when she spotted a demon coming for her. She didn't react quickly enough and he hit her with a fire ball. She flew back into the kitchen counter, but used it to regain her balance and steady herself. This time she threw her hands up in a motion she'd seen her Aunt Piper do a hundred times and the demon blew up. With him gone, she sunk down to the floor and felt pain rip through her torso. Her breathe came quick and ragged. She didn't want to move for fear of making it worse.

"Wyatt!" She called. She had dealt with many injuries in her life because of what her family did on a daily basis. She could tell this one was bad. She waited for a while, but Wyatt didn't show. "Chris! Warren!" She shouted. If one of them didn't come, she'd kill all of them later. Time lengthened and the pain increased. Where were they? "Scarlet! Sophie!" There was no way she could even get to her phone to call Portia. Not that her sister would be able to do anything, but it would be nice to at least have someone there. Maybe Portia would have better luck tracking down one of their cousins.

Prue saw a swirl of bluish-white lights from the living room and knew someone had come. "It's about time you got here." She muttered.

"That's funny, I didn't think you'd want me here."

Prue stiffened. "Why are you here, Logan. I don't recall yelling your name."

Logan Bishop stepped into the kitchen and saw Prue on the ground. He was a whitelighter who had been assigned to watch over Prue ad her sisters. "You're injured and in need of my assistance." He said, coming closer to heal her. Prue pushed his hand away. Ever since he had showed up, he'd just been a pain in the neck. No matter what she said, he wouldn't go away.

"I don't need a whitelighter when I've got six in the family!" Prue snapped.

"If that's true, where are they now?" Logan asked, feeling he had made his point.

"They're coming. Just as soon as they can." She insisted. Logan just stared at her in sheer exasperation.

"Are you so stubborn that you will sit here in pain, possibly dying, waiting until your family comes instead of letting me heal you right now?"

"Don't be so dramatic. Do you really think if I was dying that I would be able to put up such a fight?"

"Oh, I wouldn't put anything past you, Miss Halliwell." He let out a sigh of frustration. "Just let me heal you and I'll leave you alone!"

"Fine." Prue said bitterly. Logan places his hands gently over her side and soon a healing glow came from them. As he was finishing, Wyatt appeared.

"Prue, are you ok?" Wyatt asked, his eyes shifting from Logan to his cousin.

"She'll be fine." Logan said. He stood to his feet and was gone in an instant. Warren showed up, full of concern. "Are you alright?"

Prue glared at both of the boys. "What took you so long?"

Warren reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. "I got here as soon as I could. You see, Scarlet got attacked by a demon so I went to help her."

"And I got called by Melinda, who it turns out took a hard blow from a demon battle as well."

"Alright. You two are off the hook." Prue said. She could hardly blame them for letting their baby sisters take priority. "But where are the others?"

"We were going to tell you about that. Sophie got a premonition right around the time of the attacks and she came to warn us, but she was too late. Luckily you three are all fine. But when Sophie touched Scarlet after the attack, she got another premonition and she's called for a family meeting." Warren explained.

"She says it's about the attacks. They were trying to send a message. Well, actually, they were sending us a warning." Said Wyatt. Prue narrowed her eyes.

"Who's "they"?" She asked.

"That's just it," Warren threw up his hands. "We don't know."