The Second First Born

N.B.I hope you're in it for the long haul! Please R&R! Also, disclaimer. I don't own Charmed, the show or any of the original characters.

Phoebe picked up her keys from the table, 'So you'll be okay then, sweetie?'

Piper looked up. 'Of course, I'm not defenseless you know! Plus, if you don't hurry, you'll be late for your presentation.' Phoebe nodded, feeling a little better. 'Just as long as you know I'm not abandoning you...' she said.

Piper smiled. 'Phoebe...get...go on,' she replied, making shooing motions with her hands. Phoebe nodded again and hurried out of the front door. Piper got up from the sofa and peeped out of the window. Dusk was just setting in, and she watched Phoebe pull out of the driveway. Stroking her stomach, she looked in the mirror above the fireplace and fixed her long brunette hair that was falling out of it's clip. She turned and grinned as she faced the foyer, where a little boy with short blonde curls, sat stacking little coloured bricks.

'Looks like it's just you and...' she started, before a swirl of bright blue orbs appeared in front of the stairs. The form of Chris appeared from them. '...me,'she finished.
'Chris. Where've you for the past, oh I don't know, two weeks !' she said angrily. Her face contorted and she clutched her stomach.

'Mom!' a very concerned Chris started towards her. He clutched her arm and bent down and looked into her eyes.
'You okay?' he said softly. Piper smiled back at him. 'Thankyou, and yes, I am now. I've been worried you know. Why didn't you just orb in here for two fricking seconds and tell me everything's okay?'

Chris put his arm around her waist and helped her to the sofa. He sank down into the facing armchair and sighed, running his hands through his hair. 'Because, everything might not be okay...' Piper stared at him and forgot that she was mad. 'Why...what do you mean...?' she said confused. He sighed heavily and put his head in his hands.

Piper got up and kneeled beside him. She put her hand on his arm. 'You're starting to worry me, sweetie.' He lifted his head, and his eyes glazed over as he saw the concern in her's. He smiled at her, reassuringly. 'Nothing...yet. Down there...' he pointed, 'It's very unsettled. Something's about to happen...I can feel it.'

He sat up. 'I'm sorry I worried you.' Piper stared back at him. 'Well of course it's in unsettled; it's the Underworld for god's sake. It's not meant to be Disneyland.'

Chris nodded, 'Well, whatever, I'm telling you, something's about to happen. I'm just gonna go check the book, okay?'
Piper made a face, 'Sure, knock yourself out.'
Chris stood up to go.

In a darkened cavern, two figures were moving. Torches on the walls held up flickering flames, the shadows lengthened. 'How can you be sure they will take the bait; they are the Charmed Ones after all. I have seen what they can do when provoked,' spoke a tall cloaked figure with a red scars running up and down his cratered face.

A smaller man, with black robes and a pointed chin, covered by a goatee, turned to him. 'Because...I know them...better than I should...'

'Why would you you, an elder, want to to help me. I am... bad-ass after all,' The demon squinted in thought, before adding, 'And what exactly do I get out of this?' The man, now pacing the sandy floor of the cave turned to the demon.
'That is precisely why I need you. What you get, Søren, is the guarantee that this child will not grow up, for his powers to expand, for evil to expand...'

Søren snorted. 'I'm evil, isn't that what I want?' The man spoke again, this time his british accent was dangerously soft, 'This child will not distinguish between good or evil, and would not hestitate to kill you in the blink of an eye. Literally,' he added.

Søren nodded, 'So what do you suggest?'