Disclamer: Any character that appears on the show belongs to the creators
of Charmed and the WB.
A/N: This may be slightly AU, because there are some changes to the way things happened on the series. Even though I don't intend to have this focus on a couple, Piper and Leo are still married and he never became an Elder (I couldn't resist, I love them together!). Another change is that on the show, students at the Magic School lived at the school, but I thought it would work better for this story if they all went home after school. I began writing this story after All Halliwell's Eve, so ignore anything major in the series after that episode, except that Chris is really Piper and Leo's son. I think that's all but just know that if something doesn't seem to follow the show exactly, that's why.
Chapter One- The Way It Was
"Mom!" Piper Halliwell sighed as the scream rang throughout the Manor. She closed her book and ran downstairs to the living room. There she found her fourteen-year-old son, Chris, staring at the blank TV screen. "Chris, what is it?" Piper asked, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "The TV's acting weird again. It's probably because Rachel keeps using her power to pause it so she doesn't miss any of her shows!" "Oh yeah?" came a voice from the doorway, "At least I don't use my power 'cause I'm too lazy to get up to look for anything!"
Thirteen-year-old Rachel Matthews stood in the doorway. She glared at her cousin as she walked over to the TV. "It's not my fault, Aunt Piper, honestly!" Rachel pleaded. "Enough from both of you!" Piper said, separating the bickering cousins. "Neither of you should use your powers for personal gain. And especially not for something as silly as a TV show. And Chris, shouldn't you be doing your homework anyway? Now I want both of you in your rooms working on your assignments!"
Chris and Rachel walked to the door, quietly arguing with each other over whose fault it was. Piper let out another sigh as the front door to the Manor opened and Phoebe, Piper's sister, stuck her head in. "Hey, what's with those two?" Phoebe asked. "Oh, just the usual," Piper answered. "Mom, where should I put these?" ten-year-old Pamela asked, closing the door as she walked in. "In the kitchen, sweetie," Phoebe said, talking to the large brown paper bag where Pamela's face would be. Pamela crossed the foyer to the kitchen, peaking over the bags so she wouldn't trip over anything. Piper silently laughed at her niece's predicament. As the youngest of the four children of the Charmed Ones, Pamela often was left out of things. Between Chris and Rachel's constant fighting, and Wyatt trying to get everything done without them, she was ignored a lot. But then again, she was used to it. Ever since all three sisters had moved back in with each other, plus their kids, the house had been very crowded. Fortunately, Leo had helped by building two bedrooms in the basement. Chris and Wyatt shared one, while Piper and Leo had the other. Paige and Phoebe each had their own room upstairs, while Rachel and Pamela shared the third room. At times, everything could just be one big circus. But sometimes the house quieted down and everyone enjoyed each other's company. Unfortunately, today was the first type of day, and Piper needed an aspirin. "Bad day?" Phoebe asked, snapping Piper back to reality. "Horrible. I had to deal with health inspectors at the club, then when I came home and tried to relax, Chris started a fight with Rachel" "At least you got them calmed down. When's Paige coming home?" As soon as the words left Phoebe's mouth, the closet door opened and Paige stepped out, followed by Wyatt, who was struggling to carry a mountain of books. To some people, that may have looked strange, accompanied by the fact that Paige was wearing long, black robes. But in the Halliwell- Matthews family, coming through the closet was perfectly normal. Behind the coats and old clothes, the sisters had hidden a door that leads to the Magic School, where young witches learned how to protect the world from evil, as well as what they needed to know to survive in the mortal world. All four kids had attended the school since they were three years old, and Paige had been a teacher since the Charmed One's discovery of the school in 2004. "Hey, what's up?" Paige asked, smiling at her older sisters. Behind her, Wyatt dropped the books, which hit the floor making a huge thud. Pamela raced into the room to discover the source of the noise. "It's ok Pam," Wyatt panted. "It was only the books" "Oh, ok," Pamela said. "Hi Aunt Paige, how was your day?" "Pretty good, but I've got about a million papers to grade," Paige answered, giving her bag an angry look." "Well, first we better eat dinner," Piper reminded her. "Phoebe, Paige, can you help me in the kitchen. Pamela, you set the table. Wyatt, get Chris and Rachel, and then call for your father." As everyone went off to complete his or her tasks, Piper smiled. Maybe, just maybe, this day was starting to pick up.
At that moment: In New York City, Erica Smith walked cautiously along a dark alley. She paused as she heard a noise. Suddenly, the demon she had scryed for leapt in front of her. She quickly chanted the vanquishing spell, and the demon instantly disappeared. Satisfied, she turned around and walked back home. In her relief at having vanquished the demon, she did not see the reporter and camera crew come out from behind the dumpster...
A/N: This may be slightly AU, because there are some changes to the way things happened on the series. Even though I don't intend to have this focus on a couple, Piper and Leo are still married and he never became an Elder (I couldn't resist, I love them together!). Another change is that on the show, students at the Magic School lived at the school, but I thought it would work better for this story if they all went home after school. I began writing this story after All Halliwell's Eve, so ignore anything major in the series after that episode, except that Chris is really Piper and Leo's son. I think that's all but just know that if something doesn't seem to follow the show exactly, that's why.
Chapter One- The Way It Was
"Mom!" Piper Halliwell sighed as the scream rang throughout the Manor. She closed her book and ran downstairs to the living room. There she found her fourteen-year-old son, Chris, staring at the blank TV screen. "Chris, what is it?" Piper asked, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "The TV's acting weird again. It's probably because Rachel keeps using her power to pause it so she doesn't miss any of her shows!" "Oh yeah?" came a voice from the doorway, "At least I don't use my power 'cause I'm too lazy to get up to look for anything!"
Thirteen-year-old Rachel Matthews stood in the doorway. She glared at her cousin as she walked over to the TV. "It's not my fault, Aunt Piper, honestly!" Rachel pleaded. "Enough from both of you!" Piper said, separating the bickering cousins. "Neither of you should use your powers for personal gain. And especially not for something as silly as a TV show. And Chris, shouldn't you be doing your homework anyway? Now I want both of you in your rooms working on your assignments!"
Chris and Rachel walked to the door, quietly arguing with each other over whose fault it was. Piper let out another sigh as the front door to the Manor opened and Phoebe, Piper's sister, stuck her head in. "Hey, what's with those two?" Phoebe asked. "Oh, just the usual," Piper answered. "Mom, where should I put these?" ten-year-old Pamela asked, closing the door as she walked in. "In the kitchen, sweetie," Phoebe said, talking to the large brown paper bag where Pamela's face would be. Pamela crossed the foyer to the kitchen, peaking over the bags so she wouldn't trip over anything. Piper silently laughed at her niece's predicament. As the youngest of the four children of the Charmed Ones, Pamela often was left out of things. Between Chris and Rachel's constant fighting, and Wyatt trying to get everything done without them, she was ignored a lot. But then again, she was used to it. Ever since all three sisters had moved back in with each other, plus their kids, the house had been very crowded. Fortunately, Leo had helped by building two bedrooms in the basement. Chris and Wyatt shared one, while Piper and Leo had the other. Paige and Phoebe each had their own room upstairs, while Rachel and Pamela shared the third room. At times, everything could just be one big circus. But sometimes the house quieted down and everyone enjoyed each other's company. Unfortunately, today was the first type of day, and Piper needed an aspirin. "Bad day?" Phoebe asked, snapping Piper back to reality. "Horrible. I had to deal with health inspectors at the club, then when I came home and tried to relax, Chris started a fight with Rachel" "At least you got them calmed down. When's Paige coming home?" As soon as the words left Phoebe's mouth, the closet door opened and Paige stepped out, followed by Wyatt, who was struggling to carry a mountain of books. To some people, that may have looked strange, accompanied by the fact that Paige was wearing long, black robes. But in the Halliwell- Matthews family, coming through the closet was perfectly normal. Behind the coats and old clothes, the sisters had hidden a door that leads to the Magic School, where young witches learned how to protect the world from evil, as well as what they needed to know to survive in the mortal world. All four kids had attended the school since they were three years old, and Paige had been a teacher since the Charmed One's discovery of the school in 2004. "Hey, what's up?" Paige asked, smiling at her older sisters. Behind her, Wyatt dropped the books, which hit the floor making a huge thud. Pamela raced into the room to discover the source of the noise. "It's ok Pam," Wyatt panted. "It was only the books" "Oh, ok," Pamela said. "Hi Aunt Paige, how was your day?" "Pretty good, but I've got about a million papers to grade," Paige answered, giving her bag an angry look." "Well, first we better eat dinner," Piper reminded her. "Phoebe, Paige, can you help me in the kitchen. Pamela, you set the table. Wyatt, get Chris and Rachel, and then call for your father." As everyone went off to complete his or her tasks, Piper smiled. Maybe, just maybe, this day was starting to pick up.
At that moment: In New York City, Erica Smith walked cautiously along a dark alley. She paused as she heard a noise. Suddenly, the demon she had scryed for leapt in front of her. She quickly chanted the vanquishing spell, and the demon instantly disappeared. Satisfied, she turned around and walked back home. In her relief at having vanquished the demon, she did not see the reporter and camera crew come out from behind the dumpster...