Prologue

Christopher Perry Halliwell was having one of those days. A teacher had made a less-than-gratifying remark about his relative lack of powers. A spell of his had backfired, and a friend of his had ended up in hospital as a result.

And just when he'd thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, he'd walked in on his so called girlfriend with his nemesis- in bed.

A deep sigh escaped him as he walked the San Francisco streets. He could've confided in family, of course. But something deep inside told him that he just wouldn't be able to face all that today- the outrage, sympathy and guilt of his family.

The teacher in question would probably get sacked; or blown up-whichever came first. As for his sworn enemy, he'd hear from Wyatt presently (an encounter he wouldn't be likely to forget in a hurry).

An adult could argue that things weren't all that bad-that remarks of others don't erode your quality unless you let them. That girlfriends come and go-it's not the love of your life cheating on you.

But, eh, there is such a thing as teenage angst.

I need to be around strangers tonight, the 16 year old thought. P3, his mom's club in no way fulfilled that criterion- most of the people there had known him for years, not to mention that Piper herself would probably be there.

Finally, he orbed near a club clear on the other side of town. Glamouring to make himself look around 20, he went in- he did not want to be 16 tonight.

Sitting at the bar, he ordered and downed a glass of bear. And another. And another… and another.

It wasn't until the 12th or 13th mug that he noticed the incredibly gorgeous 20 something girl sitting next to him, who was eying Chris with well, lust.

The witch elder's eyes raked over the woman's clothes (or the lack thereof)- a top so skimpy, it'd be more fitting to call it a bra. And the skirt? Let's not even go there, people!

"Hello." He started to say, when a certain body part of his rose up and did that for him.

Playful mischief lit up her eyes as she said, "I'm Bianca, who're you?"

"Chris," he said, and leaning closer he whispered, "I want you in bed tonight…"

Chris wasn't exactly an 'I want you in bed tonight' kind of person, but alcohol does really funny things to people.

5 minutes later, Chris and Bianca were…. Well, use your imagination.

A sharp rap landed on Chris' head at precisely 8am the next morning. "OI! SMART ASS! GET UP!" said the oh-so-quiet voice of his older brother.

Under normal circumstances, Chris found the decibel level of his brother's voice decidedly bothersome, to say the least.

That morning, however, given his drinking spree of the night before, coupled with him doing exactly what you imagined him to be doing most of the night, Wyatt's wake up call sent daggers of pain shoot through his skull.

"Ungh… go away… bug Darmuid…" he grunted, turning over.

And that was when Wyatt decided to give the sheet Chris was under a hearty tug…

"JESUS CHRIST!" Both brothers simultaneously hollered.

"I heard that the 'natural' look was in this season," Wyatt admonished, his hand tightly covering his eyes, "but don't you think that's things a bit too far?"

"Yeah, well, if you didn't barge into my room at the crack of dawn everyday," Chris countered, hastily pulling on his boxers, "you'd've been spared the ghastly sight."

"I've been doing that for years, Chris. You should know better. Besides, it's not like you…" Wyatt's voice trailed off as he took in the pile of clothes lying in complete disarray on the floor of his otherwise neurotically organized brother's room.

The 18 year old's eyes widened as he put two and two together. With mock accusation in his eyes, he wriggled a finger at his brother, "Christopher Perry Halliwell, what were you up to last night?"

The brilliant shade of scarlet that adorned Chris' cheeks was answer enough.

"Betcha Melissa had the time of her life last night!" Wyatt teased.

"Maybe," Chris bitterly answered, "can't be sure though, seeing that she spent it with Dean."

"Oh." And a second later, "So who'd you do it with?" Chris gave his brother a cliff notes version of the night before. Wyatt shook his head, not being able to decide between anger, concern and laughter.

"Huh, at least you used protection, right?"

And as this utterly new and very disturbing dimension to the night's events occurred to the witch elder, he groaned and began hitting his already throbbing forehead with his fist.

"Chris!" Wyatt hissed, his mind shifting rapidly towards the 'anger' side of the spectrum, "Do you mean to tell me that not only did you get drunk last night, but you had unprotected sex with a total stranger! Do you even know how screwed up you could get!"

Chris did actually, quite well. Piper being the thoroughly thorough parent that she was, had made sure her boys were well aware of 'the birds and bees', as the euphemism goes.

And sexually transmitted diseases were pretty much on the top of the discussion, along with teenage fatherhood.

Chris let out yet another groan as a different issue tugged at his by-now-wide-awake mind.

"There's more?" Wyatt asked incredulously, his mind a whirl wind of anger stemming solely from concern for his little brother.

Chris hanged his head in shame like a 6 year old, stuttering, "I think… she... was magical."

Wyatt threw up his hands in frustration, "And the hits just keep comin'! Well, what was she? Witch, demon, warlock, what?"

"I don't know, all right?" Chris snapped back, "My senses weren't exactly at their best!"

"Yeah, well, you should've thought about that before!" Wyatt berated, concern making his tone sharper than intended, "Chris! You are the one of the most powerful witches in the history of magical kind! Demons've been trying to do you in ever since you've been in the womb, for cryin' out loud!"

He then launched on a somewhat disturbing and unseemly tirade on how a man's, er, semen, could be used in curses against him. That along with the possibility of a child being raised demonic, but with Charmed blood in his veins.

All of which, and quite understandably so, did absolutely nothing to improve Chris' state of mind. He sighed in resignation as his orbs began to envelope him.

"Hold it!" Wyatt cried, pulling his brother back down, "What're you doing?"

"Going to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge." Came the sullen reply.

"Don't bother too," Wyatt critically observed, "if you go up there at this hour dressed in your boxers, you'll die of hypothermia anyway.

Besides, do you have any idea what mom and dad would do to me? It is, after all, my life's mission to keep you safe!" He dramatically ended

Softening his tone, he continued, "I'm sure it's not all that bad; in all probability, she's just another witch, who you'll probably not hear from again.

We'll check the Book just in case, O.K.? C'mon, man, get dressed."

Five minutes later, as the brothers were flipping through the hefty tome, Wyatt impishly asked his brother, "So, how hot was she?"

Chris' emerald eyes glazed over in pleasure as he replied, "If you but knew…"

"You're different." Lynn informed her daughter, Bianca five days later. Although the two lived in the same city, mother and daughter barely saw each other.

Bianca was too caught up in her life, while Lynn was too caught up in hers, to actually spend too much time together. Not that they were too keen on it, anyway-the relationship that they shared wasn't exactly the typical mother-child bond.

"Different, how?" Bianca enquired, genuinely puzzled.

Lynn sighed, and closed her eyes, concentrating. Ten seconds later, her eyes flew open in shock, "You're pregnant!"

Bianca was utterly flabbergasted, "Sorry?"

"You're pregnant." Her mother repeated once more, as Bianca inhaled sharply, her face paling in shock.

She stood up from the chair she'd been sitting on, and whispered, "But I can't be… I don't want to be…"

Her voice rising to a hysterical pitch, she all but screamed, "I can't be a mother! I'm 20! I have a life!"

"Get a hold of yourself," Lynn told her daughter apathetically, "when did it happen?"

"Umm, umm," Bianca muttered distractedly, gathering her thoughts before replying, "I think five days ago. There was this boy who-" The phoenix witch was interrupted by a demon shimmering into her apartment.

With pre natural timing, it threw a sizzling energy ball towards Bianca, while the phoenix instinctively threw up her hands: the demon along with the energy ball was incinerated in a fiery blast.

"What the hell!" The 20 year old wondered out loud, and looked up at Lynn enquiringly: the anger that she saw in her eyes left her shocked and surprised.

Lynn walked up to her, and without warning, her palm connected with Bianca's cheek in a stinging slap

"You slept with a Halliwell!" she growled, her nostrils flaring. "No, mom, I swear I didn't, I-" Bianca's denial was cut short by her mother.

"When did this," Lynn said, indicating the younger woman's stomach, "happen?"

"Five days ago." Bianca replied guiltily, and then continued, "But I don't see how that's possible, that man was at least 20, and both the Charmed sons are still teenagers."

"Has it ever occurred, my genius daughter," Lynn enquired, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt, "that the Halliwell sons have the ability to glamour?"

Bianca was left speechless- it actually hadn't occurred to her.

Lynn shook her head depreciatingly, "Go on, go to the clinic, young lady- and get that thing killed. A descendant of one of the Twice Blessed will wipe out our entire clan! Don't you see-" she indicated the pile of ashes on the floor-"it's already started. Pretty soon, upper level demons will be coming in- and we can't ask either side for help!

Little indeed did she know the power that was growing inside her daughter. Scarcely had Bianca left for the clinic, that bright sapphire orbs erupted inside the apartment, depositing a harried looking Bianca on the floor.

"It won't let me." she said, helplessly. Over the next 6 hours, Bianca and her mother tried every thing from sneaking, shimmering and even transportation through spell craft to get to the gynecologist- and failed miserably at it.

When all else failed, she resorted to magickal means of abortion: which failed perhaps even more spectacularly- Lynn's spells shattered as easily as brittle glass.

"There's no other way," she sighed after 3 days of ceaseless effort, "your children-" for she had sensed a few hours prior, that there were not one, but three magickal lives growing in Bianca's womb, "-are just too powerful. They will have to be born."

"But-" Bianca started to say, but Lynn held up a hand to silence her, "you can give them up as soon as they're born."

Nine months later

"C'mon, push harder, Miss Summer, we're almost there!" The doctor said, as Bianca screamed in utter agony. "I didn't ask…for this!" She kept shrieking, and after what seemed like eons, 3 infants were born to her.

At exactly the same moment, every single candle in the Halliwell Manor flared on their own accord as the triquetra on the Book of Shadows glowed with power.

3 infants were left on 3 different door steps that night.

Hope you liked it!Please review!And for anyone who hasn't read my "A past Life's Mistakes",Darmuid is chris' youunger brother.
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