A/N. This is my first Charmed fiction, or at least the first I'm willing to post. I had the idea stuck in my head for a while now and started to write it out. This might just become a series starring Wyatt, and of course his siblings, Chris and Melinda, along with their cousins, whose names will be revealed later. Cole and this "mystery guest" will be featured in it a lot too, and seeing as I'm a huge Cole/Phoebe shipper, I will hope to do them justice. There will be appearances made by Prue and others, too.

one. just whose reality is it anyway? prt. 1

"Where the hell is Wyatt when you need him?"

Chris' question was left unanswered as he used his telekinetic ability to deflect a fireball heading his way. He was hidden behind one of the sofas in the Halliwell Manor as he watched his sister freeze two out of four demons that they were facing.

"I don't know!" his sister shouted back at him, waving her hands in mild desperation. A vase blew up right in a demon's face, and she smiled in silent victory, even though she hadn't meant for that to happen. Her cheering was interrupted by a fireball, torching the sofa.

"Chris, we need to do something!"

"You're telling me?"

They didn't hear their front door creaking open due to their quibbling, announcing a visitor.

"Anyone home?" A voice echoed through the household and a head full of auburn curls stuck itself around the corner. Frowning lightly, she noticed that it was oddly quiet in the home of the Halliwells-something that rarely happened, to her personal experience-and pushed the door open. Walking inside, she was about to open her mouth and call out for someone when Chris' voice quickly warned her. "Duck!" he shouted, and she did what she was told just in time before a fireball zoomed past her head. This should have tipped her off and this should have made her run for the hills–flying fireballs, what in the world?-but instead she straightened to see what the heck was going on.

"Mel-" that's the furthest she got, before Melinda's hands flicked in her direction and she froze, her mouth still half-open. Chris stared into her direction before turning towards his younger sister, baffled.

"Damn it, Mel, why the hell did you freeze her? That makes her an easier target, because she can't move!" Chris Halliwell snarkily commented to his sister, rolling his eyes and ignoring the demons that were advancing on them for just a moment.

"Well, excuse me that my father wasn't a white-lighter anymore when he conceived me and I didn't get those stupid orbing powers! You're lucky I didn't freaking blow her up!" She still didn't have that power under her control, which annoyed her endlessly.

"Watch it!"

Another fireball blasted at them at full speed, and Melinda didn't have enough time to raise her hands – she prepared herself to be hit and to be hurt, but instead the fireball moved into another direction. She stared at Chris, asking him with her eyes whether he had done it, but he shook his head. And that only meant one thing -

"Lillian, up!"

- Wyatt's voice boomed throughout the room, and the familiar set of white and blue orbs carried the frozen young woman towards one of the many rooms upstairs. He shot his siblings a look that instantly made them stop all their squirreling, and then turned towards the demons.

"Guess Mom sent me back just in time to see your asses being kicked," Wyatt Halliwell remarked, unable to help himself from smirking silently. While his words were directed towards his brother and sister, he was still focusing on the two snarling figures in front of him.

"We were handling them just fine, thank you!" Melinda Halliwell quipped, tossing her head full of brown hair back just to stare defiantly at the ceiling in a way of saying she didn't need his help. In all honesty, she did, but falling back on her eldest brother was something she often did but didn't want to. Just because he was Twice-Blessed didn't mean he could play the boss over her. But in all honesty, she loved him because he did.

Fed up with all the talking, the demon on the left shot a fireball at the eldest son, whom Wyatt deflected without even a squint of his eyes. It changed its direction and instead hit the demon, who screamed before dissolving into nothing. The other demon looked frightened and alone, and used his brain instead of his brawn: he fled, shimmering out.

"So the next time I get orbed somewhere while frozen, please give me a warning so I don't end up walking into a wall!"

The young woman dubbed Lillian by Wyatt folded her arms across her chest just as she stepped down from the last flight of stairs, shooting Chris a meek glare when he sniggered at the thought of her walking into a wall. "And where have you been?" Lillian Belland then demanded, gaze now on Wyatt who grinned into her direction, as though he was in deep thought.

"You remind me of Mom."

"I'll take that as a compliment," a new voice added to the conversation, smiling warmly at Wyatt. Piper Halliwell strode into the room with an air of order around her, carrying groceries meant for the kitchen. "How was your trip, sweetie?" Her gaze ran around the room after her question, noticing a broken vase and her torched sofa. She didn't need to ask what that was about, but smiled in silent relief when noticing everyone was just fine. They'd get scowled later for allowing the furniture to be destroyed.

"You knew where he was?" Chris asked his mother, looking at her in disbelief. "We looked for him for hours!"

"Yeah, like one, and then I got bored," Melinda added, smirking lightly into her eldest brother's direction. Truth be told, she had been incredibly worried when Wyatt had just disappeared in a swirl of white orbs without saying anything. Chris rolled his eyes into her direction, obviously knowing this.

"Could Melinda and I take your bags, Piper?" Lillian intruded the conversation, smiling at Piper while Melinda raised her eyebrow at her best friend's strange request. Her friend nodded her head into the kitchen, and Melinda got the message: she'd tell her when they were out of ear-shot.

"Sure, Lilly. Thank you." Piper handed one of the bags to the girl, and then the other to her daughter who huffed under the weight. "Leo is outside with the other bags, talking to our new neighbors."

Wyatt orbed an apple from one of the grocery bags and took a bite, the question of how his trip had gone forgotten. "New neighbors?" he questioned, watching his mother nod. "Who are they?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm just happy we got rid of Mrs. Finkelstein, that nosy b-" Piper noticed the look her son gave her and corrected herself, "That nosy but kind woman."

Wyatt laughed, knowing better.

"So how was it, sweetie?" Piper pressed on, wanting to know what her son thought of her past self. Wyatt shrugged, but smiled at the same time. "It was weird, but kind of cool seeing myself at such a young age."

Piper raised her eyebrow, "Yourself? What about me?" Her son laughed and she scrunched her nose at him in amusement.

"You were the same you've always been."

"Let's pretend that's a good thing!" Chris cheerfully came in-between, having kept silent for a while as he avoided his mother's hand that tried to smack him playfully.

"Guess I'm just glad to be back." Piper smiled at her eldest son and ruffled his hair affectionately before walking into the kitchen to help her daughter.

A silence engulfed the two brothers before Chris cleared his throat. "I totally could have handled those demons on my own, man."

Wyatt laughed, sinking his teeth back into the apple in his hands.

"Only in your dreams, baby brother. Only in your dreams."

As soon as she'd put the groceries on the counter, Melinda turned to look at her friend, hand on her hip. "Okay," the brunette said, "Spill it."

"There's a party tonight-" before she could continue, Piper barged into the kitchen, smiling sweetly at her daughter and her friend. "No."

Melinda huffed, now folding her arms. Lilly wisely zipped her mouth shut. "But mom, she didn't even finish-"

"I said no, Mel. You know we're having a family dinner." Piper turned her gaze on the girl she'd come to see as one of her own ever since Glen and his wife, Jessica, had settled down in the neighborhood. She smiled as she remembered the tension between her sister, Paige, and the couple, but everything had gone smoothly and they were now considered a part of the family. "And you, Lillian, you should know better. Now, Glen asked me to tell you to come home so you can freshen up. I'm sure he's glad we've not postponed it again."

As the elderly woman prepared to make dinner, Melinda rolled her eyes good-humouredly and smiled as she told her friend goodbye. Wyatt came into the kitchen just as Lilly walked out, smiling up at his large frame. "I'll see you later, Wy," and then, loudly, "Bye, Chris!" Chris didn't respond, but Wyatt knew why.

"Mom, we have to use the kitchen for a vanquishing potion. Chris is upstairs with the book. He said the demon we fought about a minute ago usually come in large groups."

Melinda asked, "You think he'll be back?" while Piper sighed and asked, "Now?" at the same time.

"Yes," Wyatt replied to his sister, before turning to his mother and echoing, "Yes."

"Fine," Piper left the kitchen to find her husband, "But you better hurry!"

Melinda leaned her elbows on the table as she watched her brother prepare the potions. Wyatt had inherited their mother's potions skills, while Chris has inherited Piper's cooking skills. Apparently, she had inherited her father's lost puppy look and the ability to do nothing but watch. While her brothers heavily denied it, she knew better.

"So," she cleared her throat, "What do you know about this party?"

Wyatt shook his head.

Phoebe Halliwell tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for her family to get ready. She watched as her daughters flew past each other, one missing her favorite shirt, the other looking for her lip-gloss, the last hopping around on one shoe. She smiled as she realized that they were just like her on her age.

"Are we ready to go?" Coop asked after he hearted in. He looked at their home, which was in a state of disarray before he laughed, "Guess not."

"I'm ready," Posy Halliwell mumbled after she'd found her shoe, adjusting the strap before she walked to her parents. "Pen thought it'd be funny to hide my shoe."

"I did not," Phoebe's youngest, Penelope, answered from – wherever she was. Phoebe didn't quite see her, but could hear she was annoyed. At sixteen, Penny was still in the 'stubborn and pig-headed' phase most Halliwells were in around that age, despite being a good kid. Unlike her sisters, she hadn't taken up the habit of smoking just to piss off her parents and had never even touched a beer. Phoebe couldn't be more proud of her.

"Stop it, you guys," the middle sister intervened as she walked into the room before there could be another argument. Peyton Halliwell reminded her so much of Piper that whenever Phoebe looked at her, she felt she was looking at Piper. Especially when she would stop her siblings from arguing, it took Phoebe back to the days when she'd do nothing but argue with Prue. She smiled fondly at the memories before she took a glimpse at her watch.

"We need to go, sweetie," she called to Penelope who still hadn't come out, "We're already late."

"I'll meet you there," came Penelope's shout, and Phoebe looked as though she wanted to protest, but didn't. "Let's just go, mom." Posy took her father's arm as Phoebe took the other, smiling when Peyton faded out on her own. It was strange, as Posy was the only one not to have inherited her father's ability to travel. Still, despite everything, it didn't get her daughter down.

Posy closed her eyes when she felt the familiar pull of fading, as despite having traveled like it for almost twenty-two years, she still felt uncomfortable doing it. Peyton was already there, asking her aunt something. Posy could only hear half of it, "..Chris and Wyatt?"

A loud crash interrupted them, but Piper answered, calmly. "They're in the attic, vanquishing a demon."

"D'you think they'll manage?" Phoebe asked, just when orbs filled the air. Posy smiled brightly when she saw Paige, Henry, and Henry Jr. Like herself, Henry Jr. was the only one in his family to not have received the ability to orb. The two of them had a connection because of it. Despite the fact Melinda didn't have the power either, she wasn't as close to them as they were to each other. Henry Jr. smiled at her before more orbs descended from the air, and this time they revealed Paige's daughters.

Patty Mitchell dropped her sister's hand as soon as she noticed she was on safe ground, disgruntled. "You are so lazy. You couldn't have orbed on your own?" she asked her sister, who laughed, thoroughly amused. "Why would I when you were already in the middle of it?" Pandora Mitchell answered.

"Now, girls," Henry Sr. warned them, while Paige shook her head. "Hello, sisters," she chirped, "Did Wyatt come back yet?"

Piper nodded and smiled at them in greeting, before she turned back to Phoebe. "I'm sure they're fine."

A sudden scream startled them, and then Wyatt called out, "Mom! Dad?"

Piper blinked, before she rose from her seat, ready for action. "Or not."

They all hurried to the attic, and the stairs creaked under the weight of sixteen people rushing up. Piper was the first to barge into the attic, relief washing over her as she saw her sons and daughter safe and in one piece. Leo, too, felt the same as he walked in. It was only then that they, together with the rest of the family, noticed what the three young adults were staring at.

Piper stared, before she tilted her head to the ceiling. "You have to be kidding me," she said, as though she were talking to someone. In this case, her words were directed at the Elders. Coop looked at his wife alarmingly as he felt her heart literally skip a beat, her heart rate erratic. Paige's mouth opened, while Henry was just plain lost. Leo looked at the man completely passive.

In their attic stood none other than Cole Turner.

And he wasn't alone.