Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Charmed. I wish I did, and have wished on every candle on my Birthday's, every shooting star, and every wishbone. But I still don't own Charmed, sad, huh? But I will someday! Someday, somehow Charmed will be mine, and all shall bow to my feet! Mwhahahaha.
Author's note: Here you go, this is my Charmed stories, and as you may be able to tell from my name, they will be centered around the next generation. I mean Wyatt and Chris, what's not to love? However, I'm not sure if it will be the whole generation, or just a small fraction, with the others thrown in from time to time. But either way, it will center around them; and the Charmed Ones will be in here from time to time, along with; Henry, Coop, Leo, Victor, Billie, Tyler, and others.
1x01 : Pilot.
Summary: Twenty years after the finale. The demons promised the Charmed Ones, and they delivered. But now it's the next generations turn to fight what their parents had tried to protect them from. Will they struggle to be normal or will they accept it was all predestined?
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The night after the Ultimate Battle.
Piper leaned against the door frame of Chris' room and smiled contently as she watched her youngest sleep peacefully. Her son had powers now, her father had broke that to her after everyone had left.
That had been how Wyatt orbed back to his Grandfather's after loosing his powers, Chris had orbed him home. Starring at Chris' face as he rolled over and yawned, her smile widened.
When the older Chris had been here, once she had convinced him to stay in the manor, she had watched him sleep sometimes, and he used to do the same thing. It had been the hormones, that was her argument and she was sticking to it .
Making sure he could sleep soundly at night was one of the few things she could do for her baby boy who had had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Tears sprung in her eyes at the thought of the son she had lost, and gained in the same day. When she had been told the other Chris had died, she had tried to convince herself that he was fine. That nothing happened to Chris.
But in actual fact she had lost her son, Christopher Perry Halliwell had died for his brother, and after seeing the older versions of her son that were soundly asleep in their rooms, she had no doubt that the Chris she was watching now would do the same thing. As would Wyatt.
But with Chris, she told herself, she shouldn't be that surprised. The Chris she was watching and the Chris that had died were the same people, they had just grown up in different worlds, at least after a certain point.
"Piper, what are you doing?" Leo asked quietly as he walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't believe how much he had missed when he had been frozen. Chris' birthday, Wyatt's birthday, Paige and Henry getting married.
He smiled, he had known that Paige had liked Henry, and he was happy that she had found someone, just as he was happy for Phoebe.
Piper leaned back against her husband, letting his wonderful presence give her comfort that she had missed all of these long months. "He's happy," she stated, starring at her two year old son, knowing that she wouldn't have to explain herself to Leo. They had been together so long, they could basically read each other's thoughts.
Leo nodded as he thought about the future Chris he had seen today, and he felt a smile form on his face as he remembered when Chris and Wyatt had playfully bickered back and forth. "He saved his brother. And they're both happy."
"We shouldn't tell them," Piper stated simply.
Leo frowned as Piper turned to stare at him, "we shouldn't tell them what?" He asked simply, though he knew what she was hinting at.
Piper took a shaky breath, "I don't want Chris and Wyatt to know about the other future." She didn't want her sons, her babies, to grow up in fear of what could have been. Surely Leo would be able to understand that.
"Why?" Leo asked gently.
Piper smiled slightly as she thought back to her future sons. "After future Wyatt came back the first time," she looked at Leo, "when the fate of the world rested in the hands of Wuevy," seeing Leo smile and nod, she continued. "I mentioned that we didn't want any details on the future, because we didn't want to risk changing the future again." Seeing Leo close his eyes, she knew he understood. "Leo, he didn't know what I was talking about. He didn't, doesn't, know about the other future. And you saw how he and Chris interacted with each other, I don't want them to know what could have been. I don't want Wyatt to fear every day of his life and wonder 'is this the day I loose control,' and I don't want Chris to feel like he has to be this strong, closed off person he was then," she ranted.
Leo sighed and looked past Piper and smiled at the sight of his youngest son. Knowing Piper wanted him to answer her, he looked into her eyes. "I understand where you're coming from, Piper. I really do…" he trailed off.
"But?"
"But, Piper we can't keep this a secret. They're bound to find out someday, you know it." He said looking into her eyes, "and they'll want explanations at some point."
"Not if they never know," Piper argued. "And if we don't tell them, who will? If we tell Paige and Phoebe, they wont tell, even Phoebe wouldn't, and you know how she is with secrets. They would respect our wishes."
"But what happens when Chris becomes that Chris?" He challenged, seeing Piper frown he continued. "Piper what happens when we see that Chris like we did today? I almost broke down at the sight of him, but I held it in. But what happens when his aunts see the man he was, the one he'll become? What happens if they tear up at the sight of him someday, how would we explain that?"
Piper looked over her shoulder and looked at her son, then turned her head to look at Wyatt's room across the hall. She sighed, "Leo, if they ever ask us directly, we'll be honest with them." Seeing Leo raise an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes, "I swear we will. I just don't want them to know that Chris died to save Wyatt, and I don't want Wyatt to grow up knowing about the other future where he was evil," she explained calmly.
Leo took a deep breath, it was his first day back, and he really didn't want to argue with his wife, but they had to reach a decision tonight, before they got switched into each other's bodies again. "They're going to find out," he stated, "they'll know we're keeping something from them. I don't think we should," seeing Piper about to protest, he held up his hand to stop her. "I'm not saying that we tell them when they're kids, but someday they should know."
"Why?" Piper demanded. "Leo, they shouldn't have to know that! They shouldn't have to deal with that, what if it weakens their bond?" She asked, "they don't need to know. That future isn't going to happen. Chris fixed it," she looked into her husband's eyes, "and it cost him his life." Seeing Leo wince, she added, "and I just want them to have a happy life. I want him to have a happy life, he earned at least that much."
Leo nodded slowly and said, "I get what you're saying, I don't want my sons," he smiled at Piper and winked, "or any future children in this family to know about it. I agree, there is no reason to burden them, but at the same time, there may be a time where we need to tell them."
"Fine," Piper huffed, crossing her arms. "We will tell them if they need to know, but not another moment sooner," she stated as she leaned her head against Leo's chest. "Just promise me we'll protect them this time, that nothing will happen to them."
Leo wrapped his arms around Piper and leaned his chin on her head. "They'll be fine Piper, I swear to you." He took a deep breath, "so you really don't want them to know?" Piper nodded, "okay, we wont tell them."
Opening Credits.
Theme : In the Shadows, The Rasmus
Wes Ramsey ... Wyatt Halliwell
Drew Fuller ... Chris Halliwell
Amber Tamblyn ... Melinda Halliwell
Jennifer Love Hewitt ... Prue Halliwell
Eliza Dushku ...Katy Halliwell
Elizabeth Halliwell ... Rachel Bilson
Channing Tatum ... Henry "Junior" Matthews
Jessica Origliasso ... Oriana Matthews
Lisa Origliasso ... Callie Matthews
Steven Strait ... Caleb Johnson
Laura Ramsey ... Emily Simms
Anne Hathaway ... Kelsey Vincent
Camera Pans over the Golden Gate Bridge as mist of clouds roll by, then slowly pans over the city before finally descending on to the Underworld.
Chapter One : In A Perfect World.
Twenty Years Later.
Prue screamed as she was thrown across the cavern, hitting the cave wall. She frowned as she sat up, "damn demon," she hissed as she gripped his hand into a fist and flicked the fist; the way Chris had taught her, immediately stopping the demon's heart.
Seeing the demon blow up, she stood up and brushed herself off. Seeing Chris hold down the other demon, she frowned as Chris threatened him. "we will not ask you again, and if you don't answer me," Chris began, seeing the demon tremble, he smirked. "I'll kill you," he hissed. "And every other member of your clan," he left the threat there.
Prue flinched physically at that threat, she knew Chris was referring to children, too, and that made her stomach twist. Even though she knew Chris would never sink to that level, she couldn't help the tremble that followed his words, he sounded so evil. His voice was flat and final, but at the same time it was patient, as if he didn't care how long they were there.
The demon's scared brown eyes avoided the witch in front of him. Struggling to keep his voice even, his eyes traveled to Prue. "How about this, you let me go and give me your pretty friend over there, and I'll tell my clan to let you go," he hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Chris formed a fist and cut off the demon's air supply, he frowned, the demon could survive at least three minutes without air, and they didn't have anywhere to be. Looking at Prue he frowned, "why are they always this difficult?"
Prue shrugged, "maybe you just have that effect on people?" She supplied, seeing the demon go blue she smirked, "you might want to give him some air, Chrissie."
Chris sent her a dirty look as he unclenched his fist, "whatever you say, Pruie," he said with heavy sarcasm.
Smirking Prue walked up to the demon "who the hell sent the demon after me yesterday?!" She demanded. Yesterday on her way to her car after her University classes a demon had targeted her, and she had only told Chris. She cringed at the thought, her parents were going to be pissed. Not to mention Wyatt and Junior, they would be pissed at her and Chris for not telling them.
Seeing the demon wasn't planning on tell her, she punched him in the gut, causing the demon to suck in air. After a few seconds of consecutive panting, the demon glared up at her and spat in her face. Wiping the spit off her face, Prue looked at the demon, "was that you final answer?" She asked, smiling in anticipation. If it was, this one was hers to vanquish, Chris had gotten the last one.
Not getting an answer, Chris shrugged. "I guess it was," stepping back, he waved his hand and released his telekinetic hold on the demon and watched as he fell. Gesturing to the demon he smirked at Prue, "feel free," he insisted.
Prue smirked and watched as the demon stood up. "Come on, I'll be merciful," she stated. Holding up her arms she stared at the demon, "I'll give you a chance." Seeing the demon hesitate, she pouted. "You afraid of me? A witch?" She sneered, "come on, give me your best shot."
Feeling his anger build up, the demon held out his hand and summoned an energy ball, but instead of a blue or red, his was glowing deep purple.
Prue frowned, that was a strong energy ball. Hell, she was impressed, who knew a low level demon could pack a punch like that? Seeing the energy ball fly at her, she held up her hand, and her palm began glowing pink as she absorbed the energy ball. Seeing the surprised look on the demon's face, she smirked. "Yeah," and with that, she whipped it back at him, and watched as he screamed in agony, until he blew up.
Chris let out a whistle and smiled at his cousin, "that was you being merciful?" He asked as she bent down to pick up an abandoned potion vial, seeing her nod he winced. "Wouldn't want to see you being cruel." Seeing Prue stand up, he walked over to her to look at her shoulder and seen a red splotch that he knew was going to bruise. He frowned, "remind me not to piss you off."
Prue moved away from Chris, "you still need to be reminded?" She asked skeptically, a huge grin lighting up her face. "Do I need to kick your ass again, Christopher," she said with sarcasm. "Thought you would have learned you lesson by now."
Chris smirked, "one would think, Prudence." He shrugged, "it's been a while since I took a look at my biology, but I'm pretty sure the stubborn gene is right beside the smart ass one." His smiled widened, "what can I say, it's genetic. All my family has it."
Prue narrowed her eyes, "watch it." She stretched trying to rid herself of the muscle cramp she could feel coming on. She looked at Chris, "so, who's going to blow a gasket first? Wyatt or your mother?" She asked pointing at the cut on Chris' arm.
Chris frowned and looked Prue in the eyes. "How about we go to Aunt Paige, that way neither of them blow a gasket?"
Prue smirked, "still afraid of your mother, Halliwell?" Seeing Chris' raised eyebrow she nodded, "yeah, I can understand that." She shuddered, "Aunt Piper would have the Source of all Evil running to hide."
Chris snorted.
Smiling at her cousin, Prue held out her hand, "Aunt Paige's house, dear sir?"
Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, "fine, but this will cost you," he warned. "This cosmic taxi isn't free." With that they disappeared in a blur of orbs, not even noticing the person watching them from the shadows, who only flamed out when they were gone.
Melinda flung the door of the Halliwell manor open and made her way to the stairs, and threw her book bag to the ground. She groaned as she pulled her elastic out of her hair, letting her long hair fall down her back.
She hated school, praise the Lord that she was eighteen and this was her final year, until University. But that was being technical. She only had to survive a few more months and she was free. She frowned, "Mom, are you home?" She called out as she headed towards the kitchen.
She remembered her mother saying something about being home earlier today. Glancing at her watch, she nodded to herself. If her mother got home early, she should be home by now.
"In the kitchen!" Piper replied, causing her daughter to roll her eyes. Even when she had time off from the restaurant and club, her mother could still be found in the kitchen.
Smiling, she walked into the kitchen and her smile widened as she seen her mother slaving over the hot stove. "Hey mom," she greeted as she sat on the stool by the counter. Looking at all the food, she frowned. "Um, mom?" She asked slowly, "why are you cooking for an army?"
Piper rolled her eyes at her daughter and smacked her hand as she went for the pasta, "you can wait until supper," she warned. With that she picked up some tomatoes and began dicing them, "and I'll have you know, an army is coming over for supper." Seeing her daughter's raised eyebrow she began listing them. "There is; me, you, your father, Wyatt and Chris. Then there is Henry, Paige, Ana, Callie, Junior, Phoebe, Coop, Prue, Katy, and Beth, and Billie, Tyler, and Helen. And I invited Sam and your grandfather over."
Melinda frowned, Sam and her Grandpa in the same place at the same time. Her frown deepened, that was a recipe for trouble there. Sure, they had been on more civil ground since the birth of Sam's three Grandchildren, due to the fact that Paige thought it would be best to include him in the family get togethers; something everyone but Victor had agreed on.
"Mom," she said slowly. "Are you sure having Sam and Grandpa here together at the same time is a good idea?" She asked carefully, she could see the arguments already. Grandpa accusing Sam of stealing Grandma away from him, Sam accusing Grandpa of not letting Paige into the family. It would be a catastrophe.
"Yes," Piper said sternly, as she stirred the pasta sauce. "I have warned your Grandfather and Paige has warned Sam, they'll be on their best behavior." Hearing her daughter snort, she rolled her eyes. "And Melinda," she said, using her daughter's full name, letting her know that this was the end of this discussion. "They have both been here at the same time, they're here together every holiday, I'm sure they can survive this one meal."
Melinda frowned, she hoped her mother was right. But she couldn't help but worry, the past few weeks she had had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it wouldn't go away.
If she was being honest, she would say that it had started when the demons had become more active. After twenty years, the demons were back. Sure, they had never left, but after the Ultimate Battle, they had had to lick their wounds, but lately their forces had grown.
And she knew that something was going to happen. She had tried to tell herself that it was nothing, but no matter what Melinda did, she couldn't shake the feeling that her family didn't watch out, something bad was going to happen.
"Melinda," Piper called, getting her daughter's attention. She frowned as she watched her daughter, the past few weeks she had been spacing out more frequently and had been getting lost in her thoughts. But, she told herself, it was normal. She was probably just stressing out over school.
Melinda blinked and looked at her mother, "hmm? What?"
Piper smiled, "I asked you how school has been going," she stated, giving her daughter a critical look. "And I wanted you to taste this," she said, holding spoon full of spaghetti sauce out to her daughter.
Melinda smiled, "school has been fine, we've been preparing for some weird Pep rally mostly." She rolled her eyes, she hated Pep rally's, but no matter how much she begged, her Aunt Phoebe wouldn't teach her how to make stink bombs.
Leaning forward she tasted the sauce, "it tastes good," she said slowly, but food was food to her. Chris was the one who cooked in the family, she could only cook basics. And Wyatt, well, he wasn't allowed to be within 5 ft of their mother's kitchen. She frowned, "but, where is your normal little helper?" She asked, trying to get her mother's talk off food. She was hungry enough, but apparently it was the wrong question.
Piper pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes in thought, "they're up to something," she stated, and she knew it was true. Chris had come home from his classes today and Prue had been with him, that was nothing out of the ordinary. But the fact that they had bolted after a few minutes had her 'spidey senses' tingling.
Melinda raised an eyebrow, "who is up to something now?" She asked, although she had a pretty good idea. It was either Wyatt, Prue, Chris, Junior, or Wyatt's best friend Caleb that was up to something. Those five, or any combination of a few of them was a bad combination.
"Prue and Chris," Piper replied. She would have to ask Wyatt tonight if she noticed anything different in their behavior, because if Wyatt didn't know what they were up to, that was bad.
Melinda watched her mother, knowing full well that she was planning her avenue of attack. And that was the exact reason that she had led her mother to believe that she was a 'goody two shoes.' She and Katy, Her aunt Phoebe's middle child, didn't get into half as much trouble, but that was only because they never got caught. "Why do you think they're up to something?" She crinkled her nose, thinking on their behavior, she couldn't think of anything out of the ordinary. Aha, she thought, there is where the problem lays!
Piper sighed as she added some dressing to her salad. "Because as much as I hate to admit it, they're always up to something. No matter how old they get or how many are involved, they are always up to something, and sadly at least one of your brothers are involved." She sighed again as she grabbed the croutons, " and knowing them, it's likely going to put more grey in my hair."
Melinda chuckled, thinking about the grey that would be in her mother's hair if she knew what she and Katy did sometimes. If her mother and Aunt Phoebe ever learned that they used spells to glamour themselves so they could get into clubs, she would never see the light of day again. She leaned against the counter, "so, based on behavior. Who's the ring leader in this little stunt?"
Piper paused in thought, but then went to the cupboard to grab some bacon bits. "Based on what I seen early, I would have to say your Aunt Phoebe's little angel," she said sarcastically, "roped Chris into this one. Although, I think they take turns."
Melinda laughed, "well, Grams got her wish." Noticing her mother's look, she added. "She hoped that Aunt Phoebe would have one just like her someday, and she did. She had Prue."
Piper laughed and nodded, "that's true," but she instantly sobered up. "I just hope that they aren't getting into any trouble." Her eyebrows scrunched together, "if they are," she trailed off in warning.
Melinda swallowed, oh yeah, she thought. It's a really good thing mom doesn't know what I and Katy do.
Wyatt frowned as he walked around the campus in the San Francisco heat, tugging his back pack tighter to his shoulder. A step behind him, his friend Emily, a physic he met at Magic School, was ranting on about the Yin and Yang theory, reminding him a lot of his 'Aunt' Billie.
Biting his lip, he kept his mouth shut, knowing arguing against her would be the death of him. Although, the thought of playing the devil's advocate for the hell of it, was to say the least, intriguing.
Wyatt froze, his argument forgotten. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, something was wrong somewhere. Scanning the quad for anything out of the ordinary, he didn't sense anything wrong.
But he wasn't about to let the feeling go, he had long ago learned it was best to follow his instincts; especially since he was a Halliwell. Deciding to check on his family, he opened his mind to his family. "Chris, Henry, Mel, you guys all okay?"
"Affirmative," Mel's voice mentally rang in his head, but he could tell by her tone that something was up, but it definitely wasn't what he had detected. Making a mental note to ask her later, he waited for the others to respond.
"Hell no!" Junior's voice spat into his mind, "I'm not okay. If you're out of classes, orb your damn Twice Blessed ass over to my Mom's apartment now!"
Wyatt rolled his eyes, no doubt it had something to do with his mother driving him nuts over something, which wasn't very hard. If anything, Henry Jr wasn't a patient, or a calm person. Frowning when his brother didn't answer him, he telepathically talked to Henry. "You hear from Chris today?"
"No, he's your brother," Junior pointed out. "It's your job to keep track of him, not mine," he joked. But he must have sensed Wyatt's frustration, because his tone changed to concern. "Why, something wrong?"
Absorbed in her rant, Emily didn't realize that Wyatt had stopped walking, and walked right into him. But since he was bigger than her, she fell backwards, dropping her binder and books on the ground, and began cursing under her breath, but Wyatt didn't notice.
"I don't know," Wyatt thought, as he began pondering where his brother was for him not to be able to reach him, and to be honest, it wasn't a long list. If anything, he and his baby brother had a very strong bond, making them be able to contact each other pretty much anywhere. "His classes should have been over earlier."
Emily gathered her books, and looked up from where she was stationed on the ground, sitting on her ass. She glared at Wyatt, but didn't get up, causing people to stare at her as they passed, but that was quickly stopped when Emily glared back at them. A glare cold enough that if she were in the Underworld, hell would have been slick with ice.
"Damn it, Wy!" She whined, unaware that he was having a conversation with Junior, and wasn't paying attention to a thing she was saying. "The next time you decide to zone out on me, a little warning would be very much appreciated," she snapped.
Henry Jr sighed as he sensed the worry going through Wyatt. "Calm down dude," he chided, "Chris could just be ignoring you. So, you coming over? Please," he begged.
Wyatt sighed, "I'll be there in a moment," he assured. And with that, he snapped out of his mental trance, and turned and looked for Emily. Not seeing her, he looked down when he seen her sitting on her ass behind him, sending him a killed glare. "Em?" He said carefully, as he reached down to pull her to her feet. "What were you doing down there?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.
Seeing the confusion, Emily's eyes narrowed into slits, the son of a witch hadn't even been listening to her! "Well Wyatt," she said sweetly, "if you had been listening to me, you would have known that I told you to warn me the next time you zone out!" She hissed.
Wyatt's face fell as realization dawned on him, he sent Emily an award winning smiled, "sorry, Em," he amended. "I was talking to Henry."
Emily frowned, "how the hell were you…" she trailed off, "oh, were you paying attention to any of my ranting?" She asked, her eyes narrowed once more. "You were ignoring me, weren't you?" She accused.
Wyatt laughed at the look on her face, "no, I was listening. I just had .. A bad feeling," and with that the far away look appeared on his face again.
Emily frowned, "Chris?" She guessed, seeing the pulsing vein in his neck. That was the tell tale that he was worried about his family, but more often that not it appeared when something concerned Chris.
Wyatt nodded, "yeah, he wouldn't answer." He shrugged, "Henry's probably right," seeing Emily's confused look, he realized that she hadn't been included in his conversation with Junior, so he elaborated. "He's probably ignoring me," he sighed. "Well, I got to go to Aunt Paige's, you coming with?" He asked.
Emily shook her head as she glanced at her watch. "No, I have to get back to my apartment," she frowned. "God only knows that Kelsey will have the place burned down if she attempts to cook." She sighed and shook her head, "that girl could burn water." She smiled up at Wyatt, "sounds like someone else I know."
Wyatt glared at his friend in mock anger, and pushed Emily away from him. "Ha-ha," he deadpanned. "You crack me up," seeing the smile on Emily's face he sighed, "well got to go."
And with that, he rushed off towards a tree that would supply cover as he orbed. Making sure no one was around, he orbed to his Aunt Paige's house.
Junior frowned as he drank his juice, "well, she deserved it." He insisted, as he glared at his mother, not even bothering to look up as Wyatt orbed in.
Wyatt frowned and looked at his Aunt, "who deserved what?"
Paige sighed as she looked at her oldest nephew, "Ana," she said simply, and seeing Wyatt frown and sit down she leaned against the counter and smiled at the glare on Junior's face.
Wyatt raised an eyebrow and looked at his cousin's face, biting his lip to keep in his laughter. Turning to his aunt Paige, he sighed. "And what has our dear Oriana gotten herself into this time?"
Paige sighed, knowing that Wyatt's reaction was going to be the same as Junior's. They were both incredibly protective of the family, but more so the girls, all except Prue who told them if they interfered in her life at all, she would vanquish them. "She has a boyfriend."
Wyatt's mouth dropped, Ana had a boyfriend? His thoughts were spinning, and his eyes narrowed as he began to plot a plan to kill the son of a bitch that thought he was good enough for Ana, now he understood where Junior's mood was coming from. "I see," he growled. He looked at Henry, "and this is what got you in such a bad mood?"
Junior narrowed his eyes, "Yes!" He burst, "no one else seems to care that my little sister is being picked up by some jerk. I mean, she's only seventeen!"
Paige rolled her eyes a wagged her finger at her nephew, "we are well aware of her age, and you are staying out of it," she said glaring at her nephew. She turned back to her son, "and you should be glad she only flung you across the room when she got home."
Wyatt winced, "Henry, what did you do?"
Junior crossed his arms, "I followed her on her date!" Seeing Wyatt hit his head, he quickly defended himself. "Hey! The dude's tongue was basically in her throat!" He cried.
Paige rolled her eyes, "boys," she chided. "That's enough, now, Ana is a big girl and she can take care of herself." She looked at Henry, "if I even hear of you following her on another date, you don't even want to know what I'll do to you." She turned to Wyatt, "and don't make me sick your mother on you," she warned. Smiling in satisfaction when Wyatt trembled slightly, but it was barely noticeable. However, she had seen it, and it brought a huge smile to her face.
"But-" Wyatt started.
"No," Paige said calmly, shaking her head. She knew she should be happy that they were so protective of her daughter, and the rest of the family. But, if they weren't careful, they would end up pushing them away. And with all the demon activity on the go lately, the last thing they needed was to give evil and opening like that.
Junior frowned, "but what if he's a dem-"
"Henry Samuel Matthews-Mitchell!" She shouted, instantly ending any argument her son could come up with. Although she knew his next argument would have been 'what if he's a demon.' She sighed, "now, you two behave yourselves, I have to go Magic School to check something," seeing them get ready to stand up, she glared at them. "It's nothing important, it's something for a charge of mine." She shrugged, "she got attacked, they took some family heirloom, not magical, and yeah. I'm just checking into it," she waved her hand dismissively. "Now, I'll see you two at supper." She narrowed her eyes, "and leave Ana, and Callie alone." She walked over to Junior and gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek.
Junior pulled out of the hug, and ignored how Wyatt was laughing at him. "Mom," he whined, rubbing his cheek.
Paige rolled her eyes, "Oh, quit being a big baby. Now, don't be late for dinner, we're going to the manor. Got it?"
"Yeah, fine," Junior mumbled, still wiping his cheek. He glared at his mother, "I promise to be at dinner. Just don't hug or kiss me again," he shuddered.
Paige rolled her eyes and orbed out.
As soon as his mother was gone, Junior glared at Wyatt, whose body was shaking with the laughter, he was trying to keep in. "It's not funny," he stated. Seeing the corners of Wyatt's mouth turn up, he rolled his eyes and waved his hand lazily, sending a apple at Wyatt's head, that he easily caught.
Bringing the apple up to his mouth, Wyatt took a big bite and turned to smile at Henry with a big grin on his face as he chewed.
Their heads perked up when a blur of orbs appeared, only to reveal Chris and Prue.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes when a look of shock appeared on their faces, apparently they weren't expecting him. And remembering how his brother had ignored him earlier, he went into instant Big Brother mode. "There you are," he exclaimed sarcastically, as he placed the apple down on the counter. "Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you answer me?" He asked.
"Wyatt," Chris said in greeting. Great, he thought bitterly, leave it to Wyatt to be here when he was trying to avoid him. "Didn't hear you," he said weakly, shrugging.
Wyatt's eyes narrowed even farther when he seen the tear in Chris' shirt and something red seeping through. "Is that … blood?" He asked, walking towards his brother, a frown on his mouth as he inspected the wound..
Chris grimaced slightly, "umm, maybe?"
In the Underworld.
"The Halliwell family has had their time of peace," a demon shouted. "And it was the biggest mistake of our lives! We should never have allowed them to live, they should have died in the Ultimate Battle. That way, we wouldn't have to deal with their progeny," he growled.
Another demon nodded, " they're to dangerous! Especially with the Twice Blessed, " she sneered, "and them on there side."
A fury snarled, "we need to have them taken care of, before they realize their true potential, or" she paused for effect. "Before they discover the prophecy."
A demon stood up in rage, "there is no way for them to learn of the prophecy. Unless someone here spills their guts," he sneered. "No one known of the prophecy, not even the Elders."
A demon snorted, "since when do the Elders know anything?" He sighed, "we need to recruit more demons." He frowned, "the Charmed One's progeny have been proved to be .. Difficult. They have diminished many of our forces."
The first demon bit his lip in thought, "he needs to be brought back."
"No!" "Never." "That's suicide." "They have defeated him before!" "Absolutely not!"
"He's the only one that ever came close to defeating them!" The demon argued, "and he wont be in charge this time," he stated, his eyes wandering to their leader. "But he is powerful enough to get their attention away from us, and he could be an advantage."
"Advantage?" Another demon repeated, venom working into his voice. "He would be a liability if anything. He cannot be trusted, we put our trust in him before!" He stated glaring at the demon with hatred.
Another demon had the courage to speak up, but was weary of their leader, who was sitting back, with an unreadable expression on his face; which was not good. "What are you orders, Sir?" He asked.
Their leader didn't say anything for the longest time, "To the matter of bringing him back, I will put it under advisement. But, you are correct. The progeny cannot learn of the prophecy." He looked at a demon, "I want you to send your best men after them, I want you to separate them, make them venerable." He looked at another demon, "I have another mission for you. … regarding, the prophecy."
To Be Continued...
