Charmed: The Return

Disclaimer: I only own the characters not mentioned in the show, Charmed. Everyone else is of the creation of those at Spelling TV Productions and the writers who wrote them. Thank you.

Spoliers: Everything leading up to the season finale of Season Seven. They never faked their deaths, met Billie, and Leo was never taken. Also, Jason is Phoebe's love interest, as will be explained. Also, in addition, Paige is with Richard, but that's just a minor detail.

Summary: After their parents' deaths, the Charmed Children moved on with their lives. Now they return home to where it all started and back to the world, they turned their backs on.

Chapter One: Five Years Later

A yellow cab pulled up in front of an old Victorian house. It's pink siding slowly fading from years of neglect. The rain falling from the sky came down heavily, as a young woman reached out of the cab and opened her umbrella, deflecting the elements. Her brown eyes stared into the dark sky and at the pink house.

"Mommy, look what I can do!" the girl cried to her mother excitedly, as she floated into the air several feet.

"Oh sweetheart, I am so proud of you!" her gentle mother spoke to her.

"Miss, that's $20.47 fare." the Middle Eastern taxi driver spoke to her pulling her out of her flashback. She nodded and reached deep into her purse and pulled a twenty dollar bill and a single and handed to the man, and walked away. She had no luggage. She wasn't sure she was going to stay. She just didn't know.

She started to stride forward up the walkway. Memories of her past filled her mind. Her brown eyes glossy, as she reached the front porch, and closed her umbrella. She placed it on the side of the porch, and reached into her Prada bag and searched for her key ring. She found the small brass key and input it into the lock. She turned it to the left then to the right and slowly with opened the door. It creaked as it was opened for the first time in five years.

Across town, a blonde haired, blue eyed man searched an apartment floor for his clothes. He was exhausted from the prior night and was in a desperate need to leave this girl's apartment. A girl he couldn't even remember the name of. He finally found after what seemed like hours of searching, his tee-shirt, which he threw over his tanned chest and headed towards the door, when he realized he didn't have his keys. As usual, he always forgets where he keeps the keys. He whispered a word and the keys appeared in his hands in a swirl of blue and white lights.

Once outside, he realized it was raining heavily, and he had to run to his Honda Civic in a mad dash. His efforts were thwarted when he into his car and saw that he was drenched. He read the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was only 10:32. He started the engine and made his way into the windy streets of San Francisco. He had this nagging feeling he was forgetting something. He looked at the clock again and remembered, he had somewhere to be. He had to be there. The place he had not been too in nearly five years. His childhood home.

He pulled his car into the vacant parking lot and made a dash to the front porch, where he was under the shelter of the porch. He noticed the door was opened and walked in slowly and on the defense. He could hear the clicking sound of a woman's high heels on the dusty hardwood floor. Then he saw her standing in the doorway into the living room. Her brown hair to her shoulders. Her eyes red and puffy: she had been crying. She was wearing a Burberry raincoat, with a suit and skirt underneath. She had a pair of beige heels on her feet, as she stood in the door way staring at him.

"Wyatt." she spoke softly.

"Rachel?" he said in equal softness. And the two embraced for the first time in five years.

A red Volvo s80 sped through the streets of downtown. The man behind the wheel keeping his foot on the accelerator at a steady pace as the car pulled through a busy intersection. His brown eyes glanced down at the clock and saw that he was fifteen minutes late. The rain had slowed him down at first but now he was gliding along nicely.

He had to admit he was surprised to hear from his cousin. He had not heard from any one in his family since the accident five years ago. Not even his sister. Then again, he had been living in Napa for sometime.

"Daddy, where's Mom?" he asked his father. he was nineteen. "She's dead, Sam. She died fighting." Tears well in his eyes, as the reality hit him. Then there his father was hit by a ball of blue energy and fell to the ground dead.

Tears welled in his eyes once again as he replayed that night five years ago. The night that he left his family. He felt like a coward. He finally reached the front of his former home. He turned the ignition off and climbed out. The rain hitting his brown leather jacket as he made his way up the stairs and into the foyer, where he saw Wyatt and Rachel talking quietly about the five past years. And why they were back. Back to the Manor.

"So, we know why we here yet?" he asked his two cousins and both nodded 'no'.

"Why else would Chris want us to meet here? Of all places to have a family reunion, why here?"

"Chris called you? I thought Alison was planning this, I mean that's who I heard from." Rachel spoke up.

"I thought it was Rose." Wyatt said outloud.

"What the hell is going on here?" a voice spoke and everyone turned around to see Chris standing in the doorway with a very confused look on his face.

"Who called you?" Wyatt asked more meanly than he had intended.

"Rachel." he said pointing to her. "No, Chris I didn't. Someone or something, dare I say it, has intended us all to meet here. I don't do demons anymore. Not since you know."

"The accident." Wyatt, Sam and Chris said together, both knowing that they could never put words to it.

"Okay, someone better explain to me why I am here." a loud feminine voice spoke, and they turned to see Alison, the youngest and most rebellious member of the family. Her hair was brown with pink highlights and pulled into a tight messy ponytail. Her right arm had a sleeve of tattoos from wrist to shoulder. Her left arm only had a floral band around her wrist. Her eyes, normally brown, had blue contacts in. She was wearing torn jeans and a black tank top. And no makeup. In her hand was a sketchbook and in her other hand was her army backpack.

"Ali!" Sam called out to his younger sister, only to get a cold look.

"Sam, care to explain why you call me after five years? Then you see me for the first time since then and you expect us to be all nice and sibling like?" she said coldly.

"Can we put aside of family issues for like ten minutes so we can discuss why we're all here and why we each heard about this from a different person, when no body actually called?" Chris said interrupting the two and their death glances, which were more Ali sided than Sam.

"Can we? I mean it has been five years and we swore we would never come back here, so why are we here? What in hell's name can want us together?" Rachel said annoyed.

"We are all together again. That means there is more magic in this room than anywhere else. It can be a demonic hit?" Chris said.

"Sure, but why now? Why after five years?" Ali said as she placed her bag and sketchbook on a sheet-covered end table.

"I thought we made the message clear that we were done with this crap!" Rachel said angrily.

"Yeah we did, but we still have our powers, meaning we are always going to be vulnerable to this things. I mean I know that demons are still after us, or me for that matter! I've been attacked several times. Once last week, when I was in Paris for work!" Chris said in his matter-of-fact voice. Everyone looked at him stunned, "Don't tell me none of you haven't had to vanquish a demon or warlock in the past five years." Everyone looked at their shoes. "That's what I thought."

"Chris, that may be so, but I only do it to make the message more clearer and hopefully one day it will stick." Rachel spoke.

"Yeah, as long as we have our powers, they are not going away. And I promised Mom that I would never give up my powers, even if I quit. I would still have my three powers."

"Chris, that's a bit disillusioned don't you think? A retired witch with his powers?"

"Wyatt, don't talk to me about disillusionment."

"Okay, we need to get a grip here. Fighting won't solve anything. That's what my Mom always said." Sam said as the door swung open and the final cousin walked in.

"Okay, sorry I'm late I was assisting in a surgery." Rose spoke as she put down her bag and took off her raincoat to reveal her blue scrubs.

"It's no big deal. Someone fill her in on our theory, if you can call it that." Rachel said, as she hugged her sister. And Wyatt did just that.

"Demons? Do we know which ones?" Rose asked getting looks from her family.

"What? It's obvious someone wants us together and use our powers, just like before."

"Rose, you can not actually be considering using our powers and fighting demons after what happened, do you?" Rachel asked.

"Rachel, Mom and Dad died to save us, so we can carry on the line. Granted we strayed from the path we're destined to take, but Mom and Dad believed in our powers, and we as witches have a duty to protect the innocents. I understand that we have all moved on and gotten new lives, but when I got that call, I was actually happy, that I was communicating with my family even if it is a demon, it won't change the fact that we all must of had the desire to see each other again. And we all know that when we are together demons are always following. I save lives everyday using medicine, but it would be nice to do it again using magic."

"As sweet as that was it doesn't change what happened." Ali said pointedly.

"I know that, but if we don't do as we were born and trained to do, then their deaths are in vain, and that would be the worse sin than actually doing this again."

"If you are so adamant in using our powers like that, then how come you haven't been vanquishing on a daily basis like we use too?" Ali asked again.

"I hate when they start getting into it, it can go on for hours." Sam said to Rachel in a whisper and she nodded her head.

"Because I told myself long ago that I wouldn't do this without my family. Being a witch is a family thing, especially in this family."

"Rose has a point." Chris said agreeing with her. And she smiled.

"Okay, let's just get this over with because I have a meeting with a group of investors at one." Rachel said.

"What do we do? We don't know what demons we're against, we don't even have a summoning spell or potion." Sam spoke up.

"We don't need a potion. I mean I can blow them up." Chris said, "As for the summoning spell, I guess one of us can write it?"

"I nominate Wyatt." Sam said immediately and everyone agreed.

"Why me?" Wyatt asked incredulously.

"You were an English major." Sam said with a laugh.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and went in search for a piece of paper and a pen.

"Ali, can you go and get the Book?" Rose asked. And Ali nodded and disappeared in a swirl of blue and white lights.

"Okay, what do we do?" Rachel asked.

"We should move the furniture in the living room, just in case this gets messy." Chris suggested.

"Ugh." Rachel said as she, Sam, Chris and Rose moved into the living room and started to move the furniture, clearing a space.

"Remember when you were six, and you levitated so high, Mom had to float up to the ceiling to get you because you couldn't get down on your own?" Rose laughed as she remembered a memory of her Mom and Rachel. Rachel started laughing.

"Or what about the time you froze that girl during your date because she wouldn't kiss you, you froze her! Your Mom was furious, but it was the funniest thing I ever heard of!" Rachel laughed to Sam, who turned beet-red in embarrassment.

"Got the Book." Ali said as the blue and white lights surrounding her dissipated.

"Anything about who could be behind this? Shape shifter or voice changer maybe? What about that demon who attacked seven years ago, the one who can control minds?" Chris asked.

"Nothing at all. Shape shifters can't shift their voice unfortunately, well the only ones that were able to have been vanquished, you know, the Siblings, Marshall, Fritz and Cynda. Zile too has been vanquished unless its someone not in here. The only voice changer known to the Book was Orpheus, but we 86ed him ten years ago, and the Telepath demon is dead too." Ali said answering the Chris' question.

"Wyatt, got the spell?" Rose asked as Wyatt re-entered the room with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Yeah, let's see who wants us." he said, as he chanted, " Five witches unknown to them, a demon lurks behind the shadows of our minds, bring to us the one with evil demands."

"You call that a spell?" Rachel said skeptical.

"Hey, it's been five years!" Wyatt yelled to his defense as a blinding light filled the room and five male demons appeared, looking angry.

"I thought we were impervious to witches magic!" one yelled.

"We were supposed to be. The plan needs to be executed!" another said.

"They weren't supposed to know about us! Jekyll will be pissed." another said.

Jekyll, let's store that in the memory bank. Chris thought to himself.

"Forget the plan, just kill them!" the one in the middle yelled and threw an energy ball at the five.

"Nice try!" Chris yelled as he flung his left arm forward and the energy ball soared forward missing the demons and hitting the fireplace.

"Get them!" one of the demons yelled, and more energy balls flew.

One flew right at Rachel, who in an instant levitated up into the air and flipped over the demon, landing on her feet behind him, where she kicked him in the knees, and he feel forward. Another energy ball sailed in the air at Sam, who put up his right hand and the ball froze in the air.

Ali was in hand to hand combat with the middle one. She was kicking and punching furiously, as he did the same. He knocked her back with telekinesis, and she flew into the couch, where she got up, pissed. She lunged forward and kicked him, and as he fell, she grabbed her sketchbook. She flipped open to a page and the page glowed gold, and the picture came to life. There in the living room was a poisonous cobra, which bit the demon and the demon was evaporated into a ray of flames.

Rose was fending off well with a demon. The demon kept launching energy balls at her. She blew onto her hand and a cloud of blue sparkles flew and enveloped the balls in ice and they fell to the floor and shattered. "A cryokinetic!" he yelled, as he started to back off. "Better belief it!" she yelled and did the same motion and the demon was frozen in ice. She then proceeded to shatter the demon, who then disappeared in flames.

The tallest of the demons was after Sam. He used telekinesis and sent Sam flying to the wall and landing on the ground knocked out. The demon then made energy balls appear in his hand and aimed towards Sam. He released them, but when they hit Sam, they bounced off and flew back at he demon, who missed them. "What the hell?" the demon asked confused and turned to see Wyatt with his hand outstretched, he had generated a Forcefield to protect Sam. The demon waved his arm and Wyatt flew into the other wall.

"Chris, we need a vanquishing spell!" Rachel screamed loudly as a demon cornered her and she empathically tried to get him off her, but to no success.

"I don't have one!" Chris said as he blew up a demon.

"Rachel, close your eyes!" Chris yelled as he blew the demon up and she was sprayed with demon guts. Her clothes ruined.

"Ali needs you!" she said as she tried to get up and get some of the blood off her. Chris ran over and jumped over the couch and saw Ali fighting the same demon who took Wyatt and Sam out.

He flicked his wrists and the demon incinerated. Leaving only one left. The demon tried to run but Chris lazily made a wave with his hand and the demon blew up into nothing.

"Charmed are we?" Rose said as she entered the living room, and helped Wyatt off the floor.

"Definitely." he mumbled as he stood up. Chris and Ali were standing next to each other as Sam picked himself up off the ground.

"What does this mean?" Rachel asked, as she walked over, still covered in blood.

"I think we should consider moving back here and doing this full time again." Chris said, hoping not to be lynched.

"Under one condition." Rachel said.

"Yes?" he asked.

"We need too, I need too, live a life outside of this. It consumed us all our lives and the past fives years were like freedom. I don't want to have to be leaving work everyday, especially if I want to make partner."

"Okay. We'll live our lives outside of magic, but this needs to be part of us. For too long we've neglected who we were, and I don't think I can do that anymore." Chris said, "Everyone in? We need to be re-committed to our destiny. For our mothers and fathers: we need to be Charmed."

And for the first time that day, everyone agreed on something.

I hope you liked. This is just the first chapter of this story! I enjoyed writing it, as I am hoping y'all enjoy reading it! Reviews would be excellent! Thank you.

In Chapter Two of Charmed: The Return: The cousins deal with living under one roof again, while a demon plots their deaths in the Underworld. Sam meets the girl of his dreams: except one thing: she has a secret, more deadly than demons and warlocks.