There will be no Mary Sues, all OCS will be plot devises only. The main characters are Chris and Wyatt that will not change. AU from how the ending of the series was portrayed, though it's all rather self-explanatory, if not let me know. I'm not convinced Piper had a 3rd child nor do I care, there isn't one here. I would ask that you forgive my literary license with the ages of the younger people; I needed them to be older. Please forgive and enlighten me on my errors. I am not affiliated nor do I own any part of Charmed.

Part One: Halliwell freaks

Patience crossed her arms and slumped against the gym wall.

She was already out of the magical game, with almost the whole school a witness to how fast she'd been taken out. It was embarrassing. This was supposed to be fun, no defensive powers just evasive. It wasn't fun, in fact- it sucked. She glared at her cousins as they over took the game. Again. They always ended up winning.

She turned away. It just wasn't fair.

Everybody far and wide knew her cousins, everybody, every fairy, every leprechaun, every whitelighter, every demon, and every magical kid and their families. If you knew about magic, you knew them.

People didn't even know she was the daughter of a Charmed one. She didn't have the famous last name. Her last name was plain old Mitchell with no magical history at all. Her mom said she was lucky that she had more choices than her famous cousins. She didn't see it that way. She saw it as being totally unfair.

In the magic world only two people counted as Halliwells and they were the famous Halliwell brothers, twice-blessed powerhouses of magic.

The rest of them didn't count.

They all had their witch powers but besides those hardly anything at all. She only had orbing. Pandora (Dora, her twin sister) had healing. Their younger sister, Pamina (Mina) could levitate, sometimes. Her cousins, Aunt Phoebe's girls were just as bad off. Prue had limited empathy. Petula (Tula) had some of the cupid powers but needed the ring to use them and Patricia (Tricia) had premonitions.

But Wyatt and Chris, well hell, it seemed like there was no end to their powers.

On top of having their witch powers, Wyatt had telekinesis, orbing, energy balls, healing, thought projection, conjuring, a force field, molecular combustion, and he could use any of those powers in countless mixes and matches.

Chris wasn't much better, he had telekinesis, orbing, molecular manipulation, electrokinesis, and was just getting the hang of healing. He too could use those powers in any combination.

There was even a chance that they might receive even more powers, as they weren't (as Aunt Phoebe often said) done growing yet. The thought that they might become even more powerful made her see red.

Patience slammed the side of her fist into the gym wall. It wasn't fair. Her mom and her aunts said it was natural to only have one power besides the witch ones. All the other kids in magic school only had one power and none of those kids were as strong as they were. They also said that (with practice) one power could be just as powerful as many powers. Patience thought they were just trying to make her, her sisters and cousins feel better. It didn't make her feel any better.

She didn't want all the problems that came with her cousin's power though. Everyone knowing who they were led to constant threats. Demons were always after Wyatt and Chris either trying to turn them or kill them.

She always felt so worthless when the family came under attack. She wanted to be able to help. She was 14, which was certainly old enough to help. Wyatt and Chris had been helping when they were babies! While Wyatt and Chris were called into the line of fire, her and Dora's job was to get the younger ones to safety and that was it. The last time they had been under attack, they'd been taking a beating until Wyatt and Chris had shown up. They didn't even have to fight, just seeing them the demons had run off screaming like little babies.

What she was most jealous of wasn't even their powers, though the powers would've been sweet. It was the 'bond' she really wanted. Chris and Wyatt weren't twins so it didn't make sense that they should have the bond while she and Dora, who were twins, didn't. She couldn't feel what Dora was feeling, have telepathic conversations with her or know where she was all the time. Yet Wyatt and Chris had all that.

When she had complained to Dora about it, Dora had been happy they didn't have the bond.

"Patience they can't turn it off. It's not something I'd want. Think about it. What about that time those demons took Chris? Remember that story? Chris was like 6. Wyatt lost his mind. All he wanted was Chris and no one could calm him down. He left mom and the aunts to go find him and its lucky Wyatt's as powerful as he is or they both would've been killed."

"Chris!"

Patience yanked her head up in time to see Wyatt grab Chris around the waist and swing him behind him. Wyatt's shield flashed into place as a dagger flew into it and dropped harmlessly to the ground.

Wyatt's shield dropped and he growled, to angry to form actual words. Chris frowned and called out irritably. "Hey, what's the big idea? Weapons aren't allowed in the game."

Students cleared back as a man, clearly too old to be a student, came to the front. He smiled pleasantly. "Wyatt and Christopher Halliwell," the man was practically salivating at the sight of them. "It's a true pleasure."

On the other side of the room a Centaur saw the commotion and made a fast canter over to them. "Who are you? You can't be here?"

The man turned to Professor Gurnee just as the centaur stopped next to Wyatt. Gurnee glanced over to the boys, "You two okay?"

Wyatt nodded and growled. "That jerk threw a knife at my brother."

Patience rolled her eyes. The dagger hadn't even gotten close. Wyatt was just pathological about Chris.

Professor Gurnee saw the dagger and grabbed it off the floor. He looked to the man, anger making his features flush red. "You better explain yourself mister and quick."

The grinning man nodded, barely glancing at the Professor, he only had eyes for Wyatt and Chris. "I'm Jim Trainer, from 'Magic Life' magazine. I've been trying to get an interview with the Halliwell brothers for months now." He nodded towards the blade. "That wouldn't have hurt them. It didn't even get near them." He shrugged. "I just wanted to get their attention."

Wyatt's face darkened. "Well we don't interview with people that throw blades at us."

Chris raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Even harmless ones."

The man's smile faltered. "Hey, I've been waiting months. Every time we call,"

"We tell you no."

Patience turned towards the sound of her mother's voice and saw her and Uncle Leo approaching. Her mother was in her full headmaster wardrobe, the robes giving an even more intimidating look to her already glacier glare.

Leo scowled at the man. "We've told you repeatedly, the boys will not be interviewed."

Frowning and frustrated, the man gestured back towards Wyatt and Chris. "You can't keep them to yourselves. They are the strongest magical siblings in history, destined to save our asses. We, the public, have a right to know who they are. We, the public, want to see them, hear about them. We have a right to know, after the Charmed Ones, who holds the mantel of protecting us. We,"

"Enough," Paige cut him off. "Their parents have told you no. Legally you have no right to be here. I'm going to ask you to leave right now, if not," she tilted her head and gave him a chilling smile, "I will escort you out."

The man scowled. "This isn't right."

Paige shrugged. "If you say so," she turned and pointed towards the door.

The man glanced back at Wyatt and Chris, who were scowling and then furiously stomped his way to the door just before leaving he turned back. "You haven't heard the last of this." He left, slamming the door behind him.

The students immediately began whispering among themselves, glancing at Wyatt and Chris.

Leo made his way to his sons. Closer he could see how upset they were and cursed the man getting in. He sighed. "I don't know how he got in here, but he won't again."

Wyatt nodded, the anger leached from his features and turning to concern as he looked to Chris. "You okay?"

Chris nodded. "Yeah, fine." He rubbed his face in frustration. "Well they'll all be gossiping about this for the next month."

Wyatt sighed and looked to his father, his eyes full of strain. "Can we go home?"

Leo hesitated. He glanced around at the students, heard the whispers and nodded. "Go ahead." He paused, "Straight home." They orbed and Leo made his way from the room as Professor Gurnee tried to bring the students back to order. Outside the room Leo met up with Paige.

Paige shook her head, scowling. "Damn. I can't believe he got in here. I'll have Alice look into the security." She turned to Leo. "Piper's going to be so pissed."

Leo nodded, distracted by his own thoughts. He patted Paige's arm, absently comforting her.

Paige noticed his distraction. Usually Leo would be all about checking on how the guy had gotten in, after all this wasn't the first time, so his distraction worried her. "What is it?"

Leo ran a hand through his slightly elder whitened hair. He glanced back to the door they had just left, thinking of the students behind it and the pain on his son's features. "By the end of the day this is going to be all over the school."

"Oh yeah," Paige agreed, something like this was hot gossip. "Damn," she frowned, "this is hot gossip," she could already see the 'concerned' parents coming to her office or calling in about those Halliwell boys being at the school, upsetting their children. She could already see herself spending the next two days convincing parents Wyatt and Chris weren't a danger.

Leo slumped in his Professor robes. "Yeah, half the kids already avoid them like the plague, while the other half gourd them into reacting. Wyatt and Chris can't even defend themselves without parents overreacting." Not that Chris and Wyatt ever defended themselves, each other- to the death, but themselves nope.

Paige rolled her writing wrist, warming it up for the workout ahead. She already had several files in her office about Wyatt or Chris defending the other in such incidents. She nudged Leo's arm. "Hey, this isn't a big deal. I can handle anything that comes of this." She was trying to make him feel better. She was sure her office could handle the parents, she just wasn't sure about how to handle the students. Looking at Leo she could tell he was thinking the same thing and sadly Paige didn't have a reply for that.

~Patience listened to her friends talk. It wasn't anything new.

"They're such freaks." Cleo tossed her hair.

Patience nodded. They were freaks, attention-stealing freaks. "I don't know why my mom doesn't just toss them out of here. They go up there," she nodded towards the ceiling, "for all their real training anyway."

Dora, Patience's twin, scowled and shook her head. "They didn't ask to be born and," she glared at Cleo, "they are not freaks."

"They shouldn't have been born," Brian said, "my father says they're" he smirked at Dora, "dangerous mistakes."

"They are not!" Dora hotly exclaimed. She turned to Patience, "I can't believe you think like these fools. You know Wyatt and Chris. They're our cousins for god's sake. You know they aren't dangerous."

Patience crossed her arms. "They are dangerous."

Dora's eyes widened. "How can you say that? They've never hurt us."

Patience smirked, "Us, being the key word. They haven't hurt us, but you know damn well anything they put a mind into hurting gets dead."

Dora's arms stiffened, holding her clenched fists down, "Demons Patience. They hurt demons and that's all."

Patience nodded. "So far that's true, but get them angry enough." She shrugged.

Dora, too blinded by rage to say anything else, turned and stalked away.

Cleo glanced at Dora's back and shook her head. "I can't believe how blind she is."

Brian nodded in agreement. "Does anyone see any other Charmed ones and Elders getting together around here? After Wyatt and Chris, the punishment for a whitelighter dating any witch has been changed to immediate recycling. There's got to be a reason for that."

Another student, overhearing them, joined the conversation. "They had no idea how powerful a child from such a joining would be. You'd think they would've have figured it out and done something after Wyatt and before Chris was born."

Patience agreed. "You wouldn't believe the stuff they've done." Her voice rising higher to carry as her cousin Prue joined them.

Prue, glancing around and seeing just who was standing around her, decided to make it a short stay, "where's Dora?"

Patience shrugged. "She stormed off."

Prue frowned and crossed her arms. "Are you bad talking our cousins again?"

"I'm not saying anything that isn't true."

Prue sighed. "Whatever." She turned, dismissing them to find her sane cousin. She glanced back to say. "They're the closest things to actual angels you're ever going to meet Patience."

Patience scoffed and turned back to her friends.

~ "Do you want a peanut butter sandwich?" Wyatt pulled the bread off the counter and waved it enticingly towards his brother, who was slumped despondently against the kitchen island. "You know you want one."

Chris shrugged. "Whatever Wy, I don't care."

They had missed lunch at school. Wyatt wasn't a cook by any means. He could destroy cornflakes and he could tell Chris, who was a little better, didn't want to cook but he had to be hungry. "I'll put banana on it for you." He smiled and wagged his eyebrows, trying to get even a little smile out of his brother.

Chris didn't even look up. His fingers were entwined in his bangs as his palms rubbed his forehead.

Wyatt put the bread down and patted his back. "It's alright little bro." Wyatt grinned. "It could be worse, I could've fried him. Then they'd really have something to talk about."

Chris groaned. "Don't even joke about it."

Wyatt slumped against the counter and sighed. "We could always try non-magic school again."

Chris scowled and raised his head enough to look at Wyatt. "Yeah, cause that went so well the last time. They had to call the clearers and bucket loads of memory dust."

"It wasn't our fault demons attacked."

"Wy, the demon burnt all the hair off my kindergarten teacher."

Wyatt snickered. "And she had that tattoo under there," he laughed out loud, "Oh damn that was funny."

Chris bit back his laughter, gave in and laughed.

Wyatt grinned happy something had pulled his brother out of his funk. He hated it when Chris was upset. The laughter didn't last long though. "Everyone's going to be talking about us again."

Wyatt shrugged. "Who cares? They're just jealous."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Been listening to mom again?"

"When she's right-she's right." Wyatt smiled and pulled the bread closer. "So sandwich?"

Chris rolled his eyes and took the bread. "Yeah, but I better make them."

Wyatt dropped onto Chris' vacated stool, "Make mine ham and cheese."

Chris looked at him with a disbelieving quirk of his eyebrow.

"Please." Wyatt smiled sweetly.

Chris sighed and went to the refrigerator.

Wyatt opened the bread and reached behind him for some paper towels. "It's nothing we haven't heard before. Never meant to be- bla…bla…monsters-bla…bla. They can't seem to come up with any new material."

"Don't forget dangerous," Chris said, as he slapped his brother's sandwich together.

Wyatt nodded with mock seriousness. "No can't forget that one." He grabbed his sandwich before Chris could beat it further. "We're supposed to save them all, probably practically die to do so and then systematically go by to all their homes and kill them in really awful ways."

Chris sighed. "We should let the "great" evil kill them all off and save ourselves the trouble. We don't even know where they all live."

Wyatt smirked and shook his head. "And where would be the fun in that?" He grabbed some sodas and chips. "Come on let's see what's on the plasma."

Piper walked through the door. She was getting too old to do this anymore, P3 and the restaurant, but now that the restaurant was doing so well she really didn't need P3 anymore. It was something to look into.

She paused as she heard the plasma in the den and glanced at her watch. It was too early for the boys or Leo to be home. She cautiously snuck into the den. She couldn't imagine demons breaking into the manor to watch the plasma, but stranger things…

It was quiet and she didn't see anyone. She walked around the couch, hands raised. She lowered them with a love-filled smile. Her smile widened as she took them in, her boys sleeping on the couch.

She tilted her head. Chris' neck was going to kill him after sleeping like that. Chris was on one end of the couch tightly curled up, as he was prone to do when he slept, his head resting awkwardly on his bent arm. Wyatt had his head against the other end of the couch, slightly more comfortably and his legs along its length tangling with Chris'.

As happy as she was to see them, and she was always glad to see their faces, they should've been at school, unless. "Damn." She whispered. She reached forward and sweet murmured Chris into a better position. Once she was satisfied, they were squished but comfortable she got up and went towards the kitchen. She mentally went through her husband's schedule. At this time Leo would be between classes. "Leo." She called out the ceiling. "Leo, don't ignore your loving wife."

A sparkle of orbs announced her husband, who smiled at her indulgently. "Ignoring you? That was just your second call." He leaned forward to accept the kiss she gave him. He leaned back still holding her hand. "I was just setting someone up to take my last class so I could come home."

Just as Piper had thought, "What happened?"

Leo sensed his children in the den. "Are the boys watching the plasma?"

Piper smiled at the thought. "More like crashed out in front of it."

Leo nodded and could tell from his wife's smile that the boys didn't look to upset. "Do you remember that reporter from 'Magic Life'?"

Piper pulled back from Leo and went the refrigerator. She had a feeling she wanted her hands full for this and what better excuse than dinner. She scowled at the mention of the reporter. "Do I? The man practically stalked me trying to get me to okay an interview with the boys." She looked to Leo. "What happened?"

Leo knew better than to sugarcoat it. "He got into magic school today."

"He what?" Piper hissed. "The nerve of that man." She took a couple of deep breaths. "Tell me."

Leo told her. Piper's temper had not mellowed over the years but she had learned to harness it for where and when it was needed. Right now the meat seemed to need it as she beat the hamburger into submission.

After taking a few minutes to absorb, she sighed and washed her hands. "What are we going to do? They can't go to public school." She closed her eyes. "Why won't everyone just leave them alone?"

Leo slid his hand along the countertop and slipped it over hers lightly squeezing, "Because they're not just boys Piper. There may be some children of whitelighters and witches. But Wyatt and Chris are the children of a Whitelighter/Elder and a Charmed one and that makes all the difference in the world. They are the first and only of their kind in existence. The only ones that ever will be."

Piper sniffed. Leo gripped her hand and brought it to his lips for a brief kiss. She opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile. "But they are our little boys."

Leo nodded. "And no matter how powerful they always will be. We'll protect them Piper."

Chris was dreaming of a time when his parents had done just that.

It was dark and he was scared. Chris huddled against the rock wall. He was hoping if he was quite enough the demons huddled together and biting words at each other would forget he was there. He was so scared. He had tried to orb but couldn't.

Wyatt was screaming in his head and Chris tried to tell him where he was but he didn't know where he was. So he reached out.

Chris could feel his approach before the tinkle of orbs actually appeared. Wyatt! He pushed against the wall with his back as he rose from the floor.

The demons broke apart, yelling and cursing, one threw up his hands and the orbs crashed to the floor in front of Chris. Chris yelped and grabbed his head with one hand even as he grabbed the form of his brother with the other. "Wyatt," he looked to the demons circling in front of them. "This isn't the time for sleep." Chris shook his brother's shoulder but got no response. He knew Wyatt had hit his head but couldn't understand why that was making him sleep. Chris frantically tried to wake his brother, both mentally and vocally pleading with him. Chris pulled until Wyatt was as close as he could. He tried to push the demons back with his telekinesis, but he was terrified and there were so many. They needed Wyatt's shield.

The demons around them watched and commented.

"This is it?" One snorted.

"We should kill them." Another grinned.

"Fuck that we should sell them." He inched closer to them.

"Hell yeah, they're priceless. The only two in existence." The demon licked his lips.

Chris winced as the demon reached towards them. He closed his eyes, expecting the demon's hand to touch his face. His eyes flew open at the demon's pained hiss. The shield crackled in front of them. Chris slumped against the wall in relief. He didn't know how Wyatt was doing it in his sleep but Chris was thankful. He rubbed the side of Wyatt's head in thanks.

The demon that had reached for them shook his hand. "Fuck!"

Another smirked. "We'll just wait them out."

"Shouldn't be too long. They don't seem to be that powerful."

"Give them 10 years and they'll annihilate you without blinking." A new voice interrupted.

Growling and readying themselves, the demons twisted on their feet to face the newcomers, a man and woman. The demons rippled with wariness and fear, just now realizing what they've unleashed.

"Until then you'll just have to deal with us."

Chris could see between the demon's legs and relaxed in relief. Mom and Dad looked pissed. Dad's hands were crackling with lightening and mom's eyes were narrow, picking her targets. A wind picked up in the tunnel, a sure sign his mom was getting ready to destroy a lot of demons together.

One the demons turned and looked down at him. "Shit! Kid call mommy and daddy off!

Chris shook his head.

The demon tried to run from the room and his feet were blown away, just his feet. Yep mom was pissed.

It wasn't long before his mom was before him brushing the hair out of his face. "It's okay peanut." His dad was healing Wyatt and Chris nodded, as his brother's awareness flashed across his mind.

"Chris."

Chris blinked and realized he had been dreaming. He was no longer 5 years old and being saved by mom and dad, though this wasn't right either. He scratched the side of his head and looked around him. He was in the attic.

Wyatt was standing, a few feet ahead. Chris could see his father kneeing on the floor with his hands raised but he couldn't see around Wyatt, to see what his father was doing or to who but he had his concentrated healing face on. Chris walked up to stand beside his brother and gasped. "Aunt Paige!" She was lying on the floor, dark blood pooling beneath her and a large hole in her chest. He looked to her face and then away, her eyes were open and gazed and he knew his father's healing would have no effect.

Chris put his hand on Wyatt's arm and felt the tremors running through his body. He looked to his mother and Aunt Phoebe, who were crying and slowly pulling themselves off the floor. Chris meant to pull himself and his brother to their mom, until he saw the look on her face and back peddled. He looked up to Wyatt's face, he look scared and painfully sorry.

"Monster! You killed her."

Chris twisted his head at his Aunt Phoebe's hiss. Both women looked furious and underneath terrified.

"It was an accident. I didn't mean to, the demon…" Wyatt whimpered.

"Mistake," Their mother whipped and Wyatt literally fell back a step.

"Mom…please."

Chris closed his eyes as his heart rolled with Wyatt's pain. He felt Wyatt's arm tighten around him.

"Chris." Wyatt whispered desperately.

"This isn't real." He looked up to his brother's face. "We're dreaming." Chris looked back to his family's enraged faces and turned back to Wyatt. "We have to wake up."

"We created them," their dad's voice slithered in, "we should destroy them."

Phoebe nodded. "They should have never been born in the first place."

Chris couldn't understand how she could say those words and still look like sweet Aunt Phoebe. "Wyatt." They backed up, keeping away from the nightmares moving closer.

"I never loved either of you. We just had to pretend to so we could control you."

Both boys flinched from their mother's venom.

Chris shook his head. He was not going to let Wyatt drag him in. "Wyatt, this isn't real."

Wyatt looked down to him with tears in his eyes.

Chris hated this dream, whether it was one of his versions or one of Wyatt's, it hurt. It was a pretty standard nightmare for one of them. When they were awake Wyatt was confident and sure, but Chris knew this existed and he knew Wyatt knew he knew, it just wasn't something they spoke about. When they were awake he let Wyatt reassure him, but when they were sleeping, it was a matter of who realized they were dreaming first.

Wyatt finally clued in and shook himself. "Wow", he looked towards the angry figures, all of which were fading to nothingness. He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks."

Chris shrugged, "Anytime." He watched the bloodspot simply disappear. They were so careful not to lose control when their family was around. They never used their full strength, always pulling their punches just in case. Some of their powers hadn't ever been used in front of their family. The only time they ever let loose and used everything they had was when they were in the underworld alone, just the two of them, against as many upper level demons as they could find.

Chris sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes.

"I smell dinner." Wyatt stretched, before jumping off the couch.

Chris rolled his eyes. "You always smell dinner." Chris followed him. "Hey cookies?"

Next time: "Mom, maybe we should just interview with one of the magazines."

Exclusive from Jim Trainer, "The Halliwell Brothers: If you don't fear them, you should."

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