This is a story about the third generation of 'Charmed' witches. The sisters (Piper/Phoebe/Paige) will be major characters. This has nothing to do with any of my other stories. If I get a good response, we'll see where we can take it because I have a few ideas...

I apologize to those of you waiting on my other stories be it Charmed or otherwise...maybe one day they will get done...until then, maybe something to tie you over.

-Ross

K-1

His footsteps echoed on the cool cement as the fog swam around his body making him feel unusually cold on the mid October afternoon in San Francisco. He took a deep breath allowing his lungs to fill with the sharp pang of cold air as he cocked his head to the side just in time to see a yellow taxi cab round the corner onto Prescott Street.

He straighten to his full six feet, pushing his shoulders back and removing his hands from the pockets of his leather jacket he prepared for the newcomers arrival.

The cab came to a screeching halt in front of him and his hand trembled slightly as he reached for the door handle. He swallowed the lump in his throat away and pulled open the door, immediately plastering a wide grin onto his handsome face, "Hey kids!" he greeted warmly.

Two teenagers looked up at the young man and managed to force a smile although they weren't nearly as convincing as their older cousin.

"Well come on then" he opened the door wider, "We haven't got all day."

Half heartedly, two young girls scrambled from the car, the second, scrubbing desperately at her eyes with her sleeves in an attempt to hide her tears.

Although he hadn't seen them in years, the man draped an arm around his youngest cousins shoulders, "It's going to be okay Zo" he told her as he pulled her tighter and pressed a kiss to her temple as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She nodded into his embrace, not quite believe him but despite the awkwardness of the moment, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

He took in her broken expression a moment longer before turning to look for the other girl who was standing impatiently drumming her fingers on the trunk of the car, as the cab driver continued to fumble with the keys.

"Cadence."

Her green eyes snapped up to meet his blue ones but she didn't speak a word.

"Why don't you take your sister inside, I'll get the bags." He suggested.

After a beat the older of the two girls nodded before striding past the younger and proceeding towards the house.

The young man watched as the younger girl turned. If his eyes hadn't been locked onto her wandering ones so intently he would have missed her foundering expression as she paused ever so briefly, unsure of whether or not to follow. And then, seemingly deciding that she had nowhere else to go, she slowly turned and trailed after her sister into the house before he moved towards the trunk with a barely audible sigh.

It wasn't as if she was a stranger to the old manor, but suddenly it all seemed very different.

It seemed quiet and foreign and she felt as if she didn't belong. In fact, Cadence felt as though she may never belong anywhere ever again.

The creak of the floors signaled her sister had entered behind her, but she didn't dare turn around, not as the tears she had suppressed since the accident threatened to spill from her eyes.

"Caddie?" someone hovered behind her, "Are you-"

"I'm fine" Cadence pulled away from her younger sisters touch and began moving towards the kitchen in search of her grandmother when a loud blast of music made her jump in fright.

The younger girl looked from her sister up to the ceiling, "I guess Jayda's home." She commented, her voice void of any emotion.

Cadence took a deep calming breath, "I guess so." She answered in the same detached tone her sister seemed to have.

The young man who had greeted them at the curb suddenly appeared in the doorway struggling with all of their things but finally managing to set them down.

"Where's Grams and Grandpa?" the younger girl asked.

The young man ran a hand through his light brown hair, "They had to go take care of some things."

"What kind of things?" Cadence asked taking a step forward.

"Nothing for you to worry about now." He told her as he forced a smile but it faded as his gaze turned skyward towards the thundering music.

"They're with the police again aren't they?" Cadence asked.

"Cadence please." The younger girl groaned.

"Shut up Zoey." She snapped as she locked eyes with her older cousin. "Aren't they." She stressed.

He sighed, "Don't speak to your sister like that." He reprimanded lightly.

"I knew it." Cadence snapped as she threw her hands in the air, "What the hell do they think happened Jackson!" she demanded, "She was a victim!"

"I know." He told her calmly.

"Than why are they doing this?" she asked, the tears returning to her eyes.

"They want to catch this guy." Jackson answered after a moment.

"You mean this demon!" Cadence yelled over the music that coursed through the house.

"Look, why don't I show you your room…" Jackson suggested.

Cadence crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him, "Whatever."

Zoey looked to Jackson for some indication of what to do, he gave her a sympathetic look and moved towards the bags.

"I'll help." Zoey offered.

"Thanks." Jackson mumbled.

Jackson pushed open the bedroom door, "You guys will have to share a bedroom for now."

"Great." Cadence groaned as she moved into the room and flopped onto the bed closest to the window.

"I know it's not ideal-"

Cadence snorted, "That's the understatement of the century." She muttered as she rolled onto her side and away from them, forcing her eyes closed and praying that when she woke up it would all just be a bad dream.

Zoey followed Jackson into the kitchen, "Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Starving." She replied as she pulled her dark chestnut hair up into a ponytail. Her doe brown eyes shown with tears after her sisters earlier outburst and yet she still managed a smile, "You think we can just order pizza?"

"Ingenious idea." He smiled but it didn't quite reach his blue eyes, "But I have to warn you, Grams might be a bit angry you didn't want to eat her homemade lasagna." Jackson teased, but who was he kidding, no one would be getting angry at Zoey any time soon, except for maybe Cadence.

Zoey laughed, "I'll take my chances."

Jackson smirked as he grabbed his cell from his pocket, "Suit yourself." He replied, "Peperoni, green peppers, mushrooms, okay?"

"As long as it's an extra large with extra cheese." Zoey replied.

Jackson smile again, "I think I'm going to like having you around."

"Well I am your favorite cousin aren't I?" Zoey teased back, as she felt her heart start to lighten, it was good to be around family again.

Cadence had tossed and turned with nightmares plaguing her short sleep until the ringing of the doorbell caused her to jolt awake.

She pulled herself from the bed and looked in the mirror; she looked like hell. Seemingly appropriate considering she looked only slightly better than how she felt.

"Rough day?"

Her head snapped around to find her older cousin leaning casually in the doorway.

Jayda with her waist length raven hair and striking grey eyes had one hand propped on her hip and the other shoved into the pocket of her tight, low-riding, jeans.

"Rough week." Cadence replied stifling a sigh as she took in Jayda a moment before turning back to the mirror to once again study her bedraggled appearance.

"Yeah." Was all her older cousin said, making no indication that she was going to offer any words of comfort as she ran a hand with painted black nails through her matching hair. "Well…" she trailed off sounding slightly uncomfortable, causing Cadence to look back at her.

In all the times she had met Jayda, she had never heard her exert anything but confidence, attitude, and impatience. The hint of awkwardness in her cousins voice made Cadence feel sick to her stomach. Granted she had only met Jayda a handful of times, and she was probably just reading too much into it, or perhaps she really didn't know her cousin that well at all…regardless, Cadenece didn't have the rational or the patience to decipher her cousins kaleidoscope of emotions as she struggled to deal with her own.

"Pizza's here."

Cadence blinked, "What?"

Jayda rolled her grey eyes, "Pizza's here." She articulated, her voice clearly laced with irritation.

"Oh." Cadence replied as she and her cousin continued to match each others stares. Maybe she had been wrong after all. "I'm not hungry." She finally relented and looked away.

After a beat Jayda shrugged and walk away.

Cadence let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and tilted her head back to look up at the ceiling.

This was going to be hell.