Disclaimer. I don't claim to own any of these characters, or the concepts of any of these characters.

Background; It's the year 2020. Piper has three daughters, Melinda (17), Prue (16) and Penelope (13) as well as one son, Erick (14) who inherited Leo's white lighter powers directly. Erick at this time is away with a Spanish class in Barcelona. Phoebe and Cole are back together, Cole has powers. Cole and Phoebe have twins, a son and daughter, Aaron and Katrina (16) Paige was married, but her husband was an Empath and was killed by a warlock. After he died, Paige changed her last name from Matthews to Halliwell. Paige has one daughter, Patty (14), and the basement of the manor was remodeled as an apartment for them (two bedrooms and a bathroom).

Melinda, Prue, and Penelope will be the next Charmed Ones after Piper, Phoebe, and Paige die.

Melinda has the power to Freeze, Combust (blowing things up), Orb and Levitate.

Prue has the power of Premonitions, and she Levitates and Orbs.

Penelope has the power of Telekinesis, Summoning, and Healing.

Erick, like a white lighter, can Orb, Heal, Levitate, Sense his family members and Summon the memory-erasing dust. He also learned martial art from his Aunt Phoebe.

Aaron has the ability to Shimmer, summon an athame and throw plasma balls.

Katrina has the power to Freeze, Levitate and Smoke (Fury teleporting), and learned martial arts from her mother.

Patty has the power of Psychokinesis and Telepathy (from her Empath father)

All the children can cast spells as witches. Melinda, Prue, and Penelope can cast the Power of Three spells.

Darryl was killed by a demon, but was made a white lighter by the Elders.

All that being said, let's get on with things.



Prologue: The sign of things to come.



Lightning struck once more, the simultaneous thunder shaking even the stout walls of the Victorian Manor on Prescott Avenue that the extended Halliwell, Wyatt, and Turner families lived. Two teenage girls, studying for their last final exams before summer, looked out the window at the pounding rain.

"Sing it with me," Katrina Halliwell-Turner said sarcastically. " 'It never rains in Southern California…'"

Prue Halliwell-Wyatt laughed. "Wanna go outside and play?"

Katrina grinned wickedly. "I'll raise you." She disappeared in a puff of smoke. Prue laughed again as she orbed outside.

She was immediately tackled by her raven-haired cousin, and the two of them giggled as they wrestled like tomboys in the wet grass of the front lawn, trying their hardest to beat the other as lightning flashed overhead and thunder rumbled.

"Girls!" A sharp voice barked from the doorway, and they turned to see Prue's mother Piper in the doorway with the facial expression the family had come to refer to as "The Look." She had a towel wrapped around her arm. "Do you want to catch pneumonia before your final exam tomorrow? Get back in here, now!"

Both girls, soaking wet by now, picked themselves up and trudged back to the door. Piper pulled both of them inside, closing the door and began drying Katrina's hair with the towel. "Honestly, I don't know what gets into you girls," she chided. She finished drying Katrina off and turned toward Prue, but accidentally tripped on the carpet and stumbled. Prue reached out and grabbed her mother's arm to steady her. Her eyes were filled with those peculiar blue orbs that appeared when she got a premonition, and she gasped involuntarily as the vision struck her. (A/N Blue orbs from the white lighter in her. I don't care if they're called white lighters. Those orbs are BLUE!)

A dark shape emerged from the alley, dropping a cigarette on the ground and smashing it with its heel. The figure, cloaked in a black robe, walked down the street, ignoring the rain pouring around it. A man started walking past the figure, and the figure reached out and grabbed the man by the sides of his head, sucking the life energy from him…

"Prue!" Piper said as the orbs faded from her daughter's eyes. What did you see?

Prue looked her mother in the eyes as another lightning bolt flashed outside. "I think we're in trouble…



A dark shape emerged from the alley, dropping a cigarette on the ground and smashing it with its heel. The figure, cloaked in a black robe, walked down the street, ignoring the rain pouring around it. A man started walking past the figure.

"Homeless freak," the man muttered.

The figure spun, grabbed each of his ears, and sucked the energy from his body. A smile flickered across its face as it felt the rush of the power through her. In a second, the figure was strong again.

The shadow in the black robe strode to a beat-up black 1987 Dodge Aries, unlocked the door, and started the 33-year-old engine. The radio blared to life, playing an R.E.M. cover by the Suicide Machines on a popular punk rock station.

"It's the end of the world as we know it," the lead singer sang, "and I feel fine!"

The figure smiled, and a soft feminine voice issued from her mouth. "How appropriate."

And with that, the mysterious woman pulled her car out into traffic and drove off into the stormy night.