Don't get me wrong- I love Leo. I LOVE Leo. But for my purposes, this is a Leo- bashing fic. My advice- don't like, don't read. Also, the timeline of Charmed has been moved back to 1971, to help the story make some semblance of sense. Enjoy.

"Do you think I could ever accept this? Leave and never come back!" A man's voice yelled for the whole street to hear.

A young girl, no more than 16, ran as fast as possible out of the Halliwell's front door. She had black hair her mother was always telling her came from her Aunt Prue, and ice blue eyes that came from her grandfather on her father's side, although she was not happy to claim that at the moment. She was of medium height, but just at the threshold, and was very petit and toned.

In her arms was a little baby girl, only a week old by the looks of it. She had watery blue eyes, and blonde beginnings of hair at the top of her skull. Though her eyes and hair were her father's, it was obvious she looked incredibly like her mother. It was also obvious that she was well cared for, as she was holding onto her mother for dear life as the teen tried to get the baby as far away from its grandfather as possible.

If you looked behind her, you would see a blonde man in the door, with green eyes. He looked nothing like his daughter, whose facial features mimicked her mother. It was a blessing to the young girl. She had no desire to associate with the man- Leo was his name- who she had once called Dad. She had even less of a desire to expose her baby to him. He looked toward her with a cruel expression, then shut the door, happy that the family black sheep who had gotten pregnant was out of his household and away from his beautiful children, Wyatt, Chris, and Chris's twin, Prue (although these days the girl went by Melinda, saying Prudence was an embarrassing name). Now he just had to figure out how to tell his family, who, for reasons unknown, adored the demon.

As she got closer to the middle of town, Irene "Rene" Sarah Halliwell slowed down to a walk. There was no way she could go back to her childhood home now, her father- no, Leo, he lost the title of father when he tried to attack her child and threw her out of the house- would kill her and possibly Mari.

She looked down at Marianne, the cutest baby alive. Her Aunt Phoebe had helped her out after Rene had determined her father's reaction would be….less than stellar. She felt a surge of protectiveness for the infant, and wondered where exactly she could go. She could go to Aunt Paige's or Aunt Phoebe's…no, he would look there first. Same with Wyatt's, Chris and Bianca's, and Mel's, and her grandfather had died years ago. She was too young to become a whitelighter, and even if she could, she was fairly certain babies weren't allowed up there. Living in the past or future was a last resort as it would mess up the time stream, and she was fairly certain she had no relatives outside of DC (Well, maybe Uncle Henry's twin sister, but she was pretty sure she had no idea she existed).

Her only choice was to move somewhere alone, and become a runaway. Get a job, find some friends, find a school. She knew there were a few high schools that had daycares. She had even heard of one in state, and even though it was safer, she did not have the funding nor the time to leave California.

What was that town again? Oh yeah, Angel Grove. The high school was one of the best in the state, and was not that judgmental. She was sure that her mom would have insisted on moving there if it wasn't for the spiritual nexus.

She realized she was just outside the local attorney's office. Perfect, she could change her last and middle names to reduce the chance that Leo would find her in Angel Grove.

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Mildred Silvester looked at the teen across from her. "Miss Halliwell, why do you want to change your name?" She sounded tired, as if she had seen many with no reason to visit an attorney's office, and just wanted to go home.

The scared teenager looked up at the heavy set woman in her mid 50's, and cradled Mari just a little bit tighter. "Well you see, Miss, ah, Silvester, this is Marianne," Rene smiled. "My daughter. My father is a bit of a traditionalist who, for reasons that completely puzzle me, hates my guts. I guess Mari was the last straw, and he tried to kill me and my baby. Luckily, he did not succeed, but he threw me out of the house. I fear that he might come after me in the future, if I don't leave and try to cover my tracks. So I'm moving to Angel Grove, and if I change my name, he won't be able to find me or my daughter,"

Mildred look surprised. She was expecting to hear another tiny teen fight that she would have to report to the police, not an attempted murder and a forced hand. She quickly grabbed the paperwork, sensing that time was of the essence. "Would you like your first names change as well, or just your last and middles,"

Rene shook her head. "I don't think I could get used to going by a different name. And I never got to tell him Mari's name before he flung a knife at me: only my aunt knows. So, just my middle name and our last name, please,"

Mildred nodded. "Ok. What would you like to change it to?"

Rene considered for a moment. "Well, I always liked the name Jayne, spelled with a Y. So that will work for my middle name," Mildred nodded again, and wrote it down on the sheet. "And as for the last name, I know it's predictable, but he doesn't care enough about me to really search for me, so I would love to do a nod off to my heritage and use Warren, if you don't mind,"

Mildred's heart went out to the teen as she wrote the names down on the sheet. "Ok, then all I need as Marianne's middle name, and you're set to run,"

Irene smiled. "Marilyn. It was kind of a nod off to my sister; she always used to wish her name was Marilyn,"

"Ok," Mildred nodded. "So Marianne Marilyn Warren and Irene Jayne Warren?"

"You've got it," Rene smiled. She started to dig through her purse. "How much do I owe you?"

"Darling; keep your money. I'm a civil lawyer who usually works for the rich and I have no family; I really don't need it. Besides, you'll need all of it to get to wherever you're going," Mildred said kindly.

"Oh my gods, thank you!" Irene exclaimed. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"No thanks necessary," Mildred brushed off. "The bus station is about two miles from here; you better get going before the last one. I'll get your transfer records over there,"

"Thank you," Irene stood up to go out the door. She paused for a moment. "Why are you doing this? You just met me,"

Mildred smiled. "You remind me of me when I was young. Now go!"

Irene didn't stop for a moment.

Yes, I know this is not realistic. Do I care? No. The whole show isn't realistic. So, thank you for your consideration.